Mike's room

Mike's pov

Carrie and Shane have just returned from their road trip.

"How was your trip with Shane, sweetheart?" I ask Carrie, as I give her a hug and kiss.

Carrie looks at Shane who's still standing in the doorway.

"You didn't tell him?" she questions.

"No, luv. I told you telling Mike is part of your punishment," Shane reminds Carrie.

"Punishment? What happened, Carrie? Why are you being punished?" I can't believe Carrie got in trouble during their trip.

"I'll leave you two to talk." Shane turns to leave. "Mike, we'll catch up later."

"Why don't you have a seat and tell me what happened on the trip?" I sit behind my desk and motion for Carrie to sit across from me.

Reluctantly, she complies.

"Ummm." Carrie is having a difficult time coming clean, unable to look me in the eye and unable to voice her misbehavior outloud.

"Carrie, look at me right now and tell me what happened on the trip!" I know Carrie will respond to my stern tone.

Carrie proceeds to inform me of what occurred the evening she and Ava snuck into the nightclub. I shake my head in disbelief at the chain of events my youngest has just described.

"I sincerely hope this is some kind of practical joke. Please tell me none of that really happened."

Carrie remains silent as she avoids looking at me. I'm on my feet now, standing over her.

"TELL ME NONE OF THAT IS TRUE, CARRIE!"

"It's all true," she whispers.

"I CAN'T EVEN BELIEVE THIS! YOU DRANK, YOU SNUCK INTO A CLUB, YOU BROKE CURFEW, YOU DELIBERATELY DISOBEYED SHANE AND WORST OF ALL, YOU PUT YOURSELF IN AN EXTREMELY DANGEROUS SITUATION!"

Carrie is in tears now.

"I'm sorry, Mike. I'm so sorry." She buries her head in her hands in shame.

"WHAT IN THE WORLD WERE YOU THINKING, CARRIE? WHAT THE HELL WAS GOING THROUGH YOUR MIND?"

"I don't know. I'm sorry, Mike."

"I'm glad Shane took his belt to you. I have half a mind to do the same." I reach for my buckle merely for effect, knowing I don't have the backbone to spank my baby girl with a belt.

"Please don't, Mike. Please!" Carrie continues to sob uncontrollably.

"What you did was completely unacceptable, Carrie. You're grounded for one month. No phone, no electronics except for schoolwork, no tv, no music, no going out with friends and you'll be in bed every night by 9pm. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes sir."

"Stand up." When Carrie stands, I grab her arm intending to spank her but instead, I pull her into my arms hugging her tightly. "I'm glad it turned out ok and you're safe, sweetheart, but promise me you'll never do anything like that again," I whisper softly in her ear.

She whispers back, "I promise, Mike."

"I love you, sweetheart." I hold her tighter, not wanting to let her go, knowing she's safe in my arms.

"I love you too, Mike." Carrie nuzzles her head against my neck as she snuggles deeper into my embrace.

Later that evening

Mike's pov

"Where's Lisa?" I ask, as the five of us are sitting down to dinner at the NJC.

"I think she's still in our room but she said not to wait for her," Stacey replies.

"Go ahead and start eating. I'll go get her."

I head over to the girls' room to see what's keeping Lisa. Peeking my head in their open door, I see her sitting on her bed. She's holding something in her hand but I don't know what it is as her back's to me.

"What do you have there?" I ask, startling Lisa as she turns my direction and quickly hides the item behind her back.

"Mike, you scared me." She's clearly flustered.

I sit down next to her, my close proximity inexplicably making her uncomfortable.

"We were all sitting down to dinner and I wondered what was keeping you."

"I just wanted to finish a chapter I was reading." Lisa looks at the book on her nightstand. "I told Stacey you shouldn't wait for me."

Lisa's never been a great liar.

"I asked you a question when I came in and you never answered me."

Lisa avoids looking directly at me.

"I did answer you, I said I was reading." Lisa's being evasive.

Tilting her head in my direction, I look her in the eyes and repeat, "What did you hide behind your back when I walked in?"

"Nothing. I don't know what you're talking about. I don't have anything behind my back," Lisa replies nervously, showing me both her empty upturned hands.

Losing my patience for this amateur sleight of hand act, I yank Lisa off the bed and search where she was sitting with my free hand.

"So this isn't your vape pen then?" I'm now a combination of furious and hungry so this girl sure as Hell better not lie to me.

"No!" Lisa unwisely goes with her first instinct which is deny, deny, deny.

I put the pen down on the bed and smack her harshly on the ass. Lisa tries unsuccessfully to maneuver out of my reach but I still have a tight hold on her right bicep.

"Lie to me again and the next twenty will be with my belt." She picked the wrong day to test me. I've already had to deal with Carrie's terrifying confession this morning, I'm really hungry, and I still have Stacey's bedtime refresher on respect taught by my belt to look forward to tonight.

Taking too long to answer for my liking, I smack her again but even harder this time.

"LISA!"

"YES, IT'S MINE OK, but I haven't been using it, I swear."

"Let's just see about that. Shall we?" I say sharply, dragging Lisa by the arm down the hall to my room. Taking her into my bathroom, I slam the toilet lid down and roughly force her to sit. "Do not move!"

I open my mini-fridge. Finding the item I'm searching for, I place it on the counter.

"We've got ten minutes for that to warm up. In the meantime, come with me. I'm getting something to eat. You, however, will just sit at the table."

Recognizing how extremely thin the ice she's standing on truly is, Lisa immediately follows me without argument. By the time we get to the cafeteria, everyone's almost done eating. Lisa takes a seat as far away from me as possible without actually sitting at a different table. Wearing my fury like an arm badge, nobody dares to speak, each too afraid of becoming my next target.

Returning with my food, looking first at Lisa, I turn my attention to her sisters.

"Ladies, since you're finished eating, please return to your room."

Even though Carrie and Julie are still eating, they immediately drop their forks and follow Stacey out, without saying a word.

Shane turns his attention to his troublemaking daughter as I eat.

"Care to explain?" is all he needs to say for Lisa to become defensive.

"Why don't you ask him?" she replies snottily, gesturing towards me before crossing her arms, while slumping back in her seat.

"Because I asked you." Shane brushes his suit coat back as he places his right hand on his hip. Now glaring at Lisa, he continues as she has yet to respond, "I can ask you again while you have a close-up view of the floor as my paddle conducts the conversation, if you'd prefer."

"Not gonna happen," Lisa sneers.

I drop my fork and immediately get to my feet. Grabbing Lisa roughly by the arm, I yank her out of her seat.

"You're not in enough trouble already, you have to mouth off to Shane as well?"

Lisa avoids looking at us and harumphs in defiance before mumbling, "Go big or go home."

"Enough! Let's go, Lisa." Looking at Shane, I say, "I'll fill you in later." Starting to pull Lisa towards the door, I turn back to him adding, "Don't worry, I'll be sure to address her disrespect as well."

Once we're back in my bathroom, I sit Lisa on the closed toilet lid.

"Don't move." Ripping open the package of the cotinine test, I take the swab out and grab her jaw. "Open!" I demand.

"No. Why? What are you doing?" Lisa continues to challenge me.

"OPEN YOUR MOUTH NOW, LISA!" I'm quickly approaching my limit.

Seeing the cold look in my eyes, Lisa finally complies. I swab the sponge on the inside of each cheek and the top of her tongue.

"You will hold the swab in your cheek for the next three minutes, during which you'll be over my knee atoning for your pathetic display of disrespect directed at Shane. Keep your mouth shut and the swab in place or we'll start over and set the timer for ten minutes and you'll be over the bed receiving my belt instead. Nod your head if you understand."

Lisa's pov

I nod my head, knowing Mike's beyond furious with me. He sets the timer on his phone, placing it on the counter before unbuttoning my jeans and tugging them down to my knees. I want to object but I can't. Mike sits on the edge of the bathtub and guides me over his lap. My palms rest on the cold tile floor helping to keep my balance but it's really not necessary as Mike is holding me tightly around the waist.

Mike raises his left hand high before slapping it against my panty-clad backside. He continues to spank me firmly and rapidly. The sounds of the harsh slaps are deafening in this small space. Mike spanks the same spot repeatedly, intensifying the pain to an unbearable level. I try to squirm off his lap so he'll miss his target but he slaps my left thigh repeatedly in response, admonishing me to, "Hold still!"

I can't even cry out in pain, or I'll drop the swab so I just grunt and groan, keeping my mouth closed tightly as he reddens my bottom. I swear he couldn't possibly have set the timer for only three minutes, it feels like an eternity already. Why oh why, does my big mouth constantly get me in so much trouble? Mike's hand has to be stinging from how long and hard he's been spanking me but he doesn't let up. I guess it's become pretty tough after whipping four butts for the past eight years.

I try to distract myself from the burning sensation on my ass cheeks by watching my falling tears form little puddles on the tile floor. I hiss while inhaling deeply through my nostrils when Mike starts slapping my upper thighs. He pulls the elastic of my underwear from around my legs up and in towards my buttcrack, exposing more of my bare flesh to punish with his firm hand.

He pauses to rub my sore backside saying, "I hope you're going to remember this next time you're tempted to respond disrespectfully."

Mike continues to slowly rub circles on my upturned bottom as he speaks, "One minute to go, young lady. Ask yourself if your smart remarks were worth it."

I shake my head from side to side. No remark, no matter how satisfying the moment it leaves your lips, is worth this.

Mike pats both cheeks gently before spanking each of them hard enough to leave a handprint. He continues to focus on the fleshy globes of my bottom that he exposed while adjusting my panties. Painful slap after slap falls while I grimace and grunt through my clenched jaw.

Beep beep beep beep.

The timer finally goes off, music to my ears.

Mike snaps the elastic of my panties back into place, causing me to wince before standing me upright and pulling up my pants. He removes the swab from my mouth and inserts it into a device.

"Was that really only three minutes?" I ask, rubbing my jaw before wiping the tears streaming down my face.

"No, it was five minutes," Mike states matter of factly, while rubbing the sting out of his spanking hand.

I look at Mike with a shocked expression on my face.

"Doesn't feel good to be lied to, does it?" he asks.

I not only avoid eye contact, I avoid answering him as well.

"With that in mind, I'm going to ask you again if you've vaped since the last time you were caught. Have you, Lisa?" Mike is still sitting on the side of the tub, his elbows on his knees, his chin resting on his hands which are clasped in front of him.

I know they have tests to determine if people have smoked cigarettes but they don't have tests that can check for vaping. Do they? If they do and I lie to Mike, then I'll really be screwed. If they don't and I come clean, I'll be slightly less screwed. However, if they don't and I lie, then I'll be off the hook. I'm assuming that five minute spanking wasn't just for disrespecting Shane, it had to include having the vaping pen in my possession.

"Lisa?" Mike snaps me out of my contemplative state. "I asked you a question and I expect an answer."

I guess I need to decide if Mike would go through all of this if the test couldn't really tell if I've been vaping. I'd like to think no but knowing Mike, I wouldn't put it past him.

"Mike, I want to be honest but I don't want Shane to beat me with his Admiral's belt," I say, recalling Shane's threat.

Looking at me with genuine concern in his eyes, Mike sighs and says, "First of all, he wouldn't beat you, at least I don't think he would. Secondly, how about if we talk to Shane and see if he's willing to compromise?"

"Okay." Seeing the hurt look on Mike's face causes me to start crying again. "I'm sorry I vaped again, Mike. I didn't want to, it's just so hard for me to quit. I'm sorry, I can't do anything right." I'm full on sobbing now. "I feel like such a failure."

Mike stands and pulls me into a comforting hug. Feeling his strong arms around me gives me hope everything will be alright.

"We'll get through this, darlin'. Don't worry. Dr. Evans said we could talk to her about hypnotherapy. That might be a good option for you." Holding my face in his hands, he says reassuringly, "Hey, don't give up. You're not gonna let this habit control you, okay. You're far too strong for that."

The timer beeps on Mike's phone. He turns it off, then picks up the test and without even looking at it, throws it in the trash.

"Let's go talk to Shane."

Mike's pov

Shane agrees to forego punishing Lisa with his Admiral's belt in exchange for her giving up her cellphone for one month. We schedule another appointment with Dr. Evans to discuss hypnotherapy as well.

Now it's time to deal with my oldest daughter. As Julie opens the door to their bedroom, I spot Stacey sitting anxiously on her bed, knowing full well the reason for my visit.

"Let's go, Stacey." My tone indicates I'm far from amused her disrespect has led to this required nightly correction.

When Stacey enters my room, I close the door, remove my belt, turn to her and say, "Tell me why you're standing here before me tonight anticipating this correction."

"It's my required refresher course on respect, sir." Stacey has to bite her tongue to recite this line every night, without complaint or attitude.

She made the mistake once this week of asking me if this was really necessary and she vowed never to make that mistake again after I thoroughly impressed upon her backside that it was indeed necessary.

Thankfully, this is the last night of her bedtime beltings. She's received five strokes each night except for the night she took an attitude with me.

"Bend over my desk, Stacey, and lower your pajama pants so we can finish this because despite what you may believe, I don't find this task enjoyable."

Stacey grabs the lip of my desk as she bends over and braces herself. I sigh as I fold my belt over, gripping it tightly in my left hand. It's been a long day having to discipline three of my four daughters. After delivering five sharp strokes across Stacey's behind, I place my right hand on her back, applying gentle pressure to keep her in position since she assumed we were finished and started to stand up.

"We're not finished, darlin'. I need to leave you with a reminder not to repeat the behaviors that put you in this position." I feel Stacey's back muscles tense under my right hand. I rub her back reassuringly. "Only five more but I need you to count them followed by, I'm sorry I disrespected you sir."

Stacey receives five harsh slaps from my belt on her upper thighs, counting appropriately after each one. Seeing the tears in her eyes as she stands to face me tugs at my heartstrings, causing a lump in my throat. Pulling her against my chest, I rub her back and pat her sore behind as she promises to be more respectful. It's a promise I know she can't keep but I appreciate the sentiment, nonetheless.