Mike's pov

After Stacey leaves to go to her room, Shane turns to me and asks, "What are we going to do, Mike?"

"I don't know, Shane. I just can't believe she would do something like this." I'm truly hurt by Stacey's callous disregard for that girl's feelings. "I just thank God that Jim ( Dean Banfeld ) didn't expel her."

"You think he was right when he said she just got mixed up with the wrong crowd, otherwise this never would have happened? "Shane asks.

"I'd like to think that's true, Shane, that she's really a good kid and we're raising her to be a decent human being with a solid moral compass but I don't know. If she's going to choose popularity over the moral high ground, we need to nip this in the bud. This was really way over the line. I mean bullying, come on, that's like the worst form of cowardice, just completely reprehensible."

"Yeah, I never thought one of our girls would be suspended for bullying." Shane solemnly shakes his head. "She needs to apologize to that girl, on paper and in person."

"Yes, she definitely will do that and I think I'm going to make good on my promise and hopefully you're going to help."

"What promise is that?" Shane's genuinely curious.

"The one I made if any of the girls would ever receive an out of school suspension." I sigh and sadly shake my head as I remember what I told them.

"You don't mean..." Shane gives me a doubtful look.

"I certainly do. She's going to be spanked for ten straight minutes every morning for the next three days. Unfortunately, I'm leaving for Boston tonight with Neil to try and negotiate a contract with some medical supply companies for the clinics. Can I count on you to make good on my promise, Shane? I'm really sorry to put the onus of this punishment on you but I fear the girls won't respect my word if we don't follow through."

"I agree we need to stay true to our word, so you can count on my support. Do you really think she can tolerate that amount of punishment though?" Shane asks.

"I think she doesn't have a choice. My mouth wrote the check and now her ass is gonna cash it."

The next morning

Stacey's pov

I can't believe Mike is making good on his promise to spank me for ten minutes a day for the next three days. I'm pretty sure that qualifies as child abuse. I know they would never really abuse me but still, it's a lot to take. I can't say I don't deserve it though. I'm so ashamed of what I did, or technically didn't do. I can't even talk about it. I haven't even told Lisa or Carrie yet. It was bad enough telling Julie. I could tell she was upset with me, even though she didn't admit it.

In addition to the fabulous spanking punishment, I'm grounded for two weeks from pretty much everything except breathing. I have to write a letter of apology and deliver an in-person apology to the girl we bullied and I also have two weeks of after school office detentions when I return to school.

After Julie, Lisa, and Carrie leave for school, Shane calls and summons me to his room. Crap, I was kinda hoping Mike's promise was more of an idle threat, or an exaggeration at least. The gravity of the situation is becoming quite clear. This just became very real. I see Shane's door is open as I walk down the hall. I take a deep breath before lightly rapping on the door to get his attention.

Without looking up from the paperwork on his desk, Shane says, "Sit down, Stacey. I'll be with you in a minute." His tone is cold, almost businesslike. I take a seat in the corner chair, wishing we could just get this over with.

Approximately three minutes forty-two seconds later, Shane stands up from behind his desk and slowly walks over to where I sit. He stands in front of me, shoulders squared, jaw rigid, and hands clasped behind his back. He stands like this for a couple of minutes, just silently judging me I guess, or performing some kind of military staring torture technique.

I can't take it anymore.

"OH MY GOSH! CAN WE JUST GET ON WITH THIS ALREADY?" I stupidly blurt outloud. Judging by Shane's reaction, big mistake. Abort, abort!

"Did you bloody seriously just raise your voice to me?" Shane narrows his eyes and crosses his arms over his chest.

"Uh, no sir," I reply hesitantly.

"Oh, so now you want to add lying to your list of sins, Stacey?"

"No, I just..." I don't know what he wants me to say so I decide to stop talking.

"Let me tell you how this is going to work, Stacey." Shane raises one eyebrow, daring me to challenge him before continuing. "For the next two days, you're going to come to my room at exactly 7am, not 7:01, not 7:02. You'll sit silently in this chair (he gestures to the one I'm sitting in now) and wait for me to let you know I'm ready. You will not speak unless spoken to. You will answer any questions I have HONESTLY, without attitude, followed by sir. I will set the timer for ten minutes and you will accept any and all punishments I give you during that time frame, without complaint. Lastly, you will apologize for the behaviors which prompted said punishments and thank me for disciplining you. Do you have any questions?"

Yeah, one, I thought. WTF Shane?!? I mean, is he serious? Okay, that was two questions. Listening to that litany of commands should be punishment enough for what I did. Shane's looking at me expectantly.

"No, I don't have any questions."

Shane sighs loudly, "You know, Stacey, if you can't follow a set of bloody simple instructions, we're going to have a real problem here."

I finally understand what he's getting at.

"Sir, sir. No, I don't have any questions, sir." Hopefully that's what he wanted. God, I feel sorry for his subordinates when he was in the British Navy. He can be such a hardass sometimes.

Shane frowns and shakes his head before grabbing his desk chair and ceremoniously placing it in the middle of the room. He sets the timer on his phone, sits down in the chair, and beckons me over his lap. That took all of ten seconds, I thought to myself. Only nine minutes fifty seconds to go.

Once he has me in position, he starts the spanking over my jeans. He paces himself in both the frequency and severity of smacks. I know this is just a warm up. After one minute (his phone timer dings at each minute mark), he lowers my jeans and continues the spanking over just my underwear. Now I am starting to feel the sting. He's spanking me harder and faster. At minute two, his fingers start pulling at my waistband as he lowers my underwear and proceeds to spank me bare. I'm starting to squirm at this point because he's slapping my bottom hard enough to leave handprints.

"Hold your position, Stacey," Shane warns.

"Yes sir," I hiss, through clenched teeth.

I have tears in my eyes and we aren't even halfway done yet. The three minute mark dings and I hold my breath anticipating what's next. To my surprise, Shane continues to rain down smacks on my bare bottom. He isn't spanking faster but it sure as Hell feels like he is spanking harder. My butt is on fire. Shane is merciless. He has a rhythm going but not a set pattern, so I can't anticipate when to clench. I can't hold still or remain quiet any longer.

"OW, OW, OW!" I yell, while trying to push myself up off his lap. "I'm sorry, Shane, it just hurts so bad." I'm afraid Shane will add extras since one of his rules is no complaining.

"It's meant to, luv." The four minute mark dings and Shane lifts me off his lap. "Go ahead and rub. I know you want to," Shane says, as he gets up and pauses the timer. He then goes behind his desk and pulls a wooden paddle out of the bottom drawer.

Here I thought he was taking pity on me by giving me a break but really he just needed to retrieve the next weapon in his arsenal.

"Bend over the bed, Stacey."

I slowly lie over the side of his bed, resting my head on his soft comforter before I turn and see him restart the timer. I feel the first smack of the paddle on my bare bottom. I shoot my head and shoulders up off the bed from the force of that first hit. Shane continues to pepper my bottom with spank after spank with that unforgiving hard wooden beast. He doesn't even slow down when the five minute mark dings. He does, however, pay special attention to my sit spots and upper thighs. I'm a sobbing mess when the six minute mark dings.

"You may stand and rub again," Shane says, as he pauses the timer for the second time and hands me some tissues. "It's okay to say it hurts, Stacey, however, it's not okay to ask me to stop, ask me how many, or to curse. Understand?"

I nod as I keep rubbing my very sore, very red bottom. Shane picks up the paddle and lands a hard smack on my left thigh, narrowly missing my hand as I rub my left cheek.

"OW!!!" I screech. "What was th...."

Shane interrupts, "What did I tell you about answering my questions, Stacey?" He smacks my right thigh with the paddle, waiting for an answer.

"You said to be honest and no attitude and to say sir. I'm sorry. Yes sir. I meant to say yes sir I understand, not nod my head." I'm having trouble catching my breath as I hiccup between sobs.

"That's correct. Let's continue," Shane says, as he puts the paddle down and unbuckles his belt. "Lie face down on the bed on your stomach Stacey."

No, no, no. Not the fucking belt. I bury my face in his pillow as I lie flat on his bed, full on sobbing now. At least his down pillow will muffle my screams.

With his brown leather belt doubled over in his hand, he reaches over and restarts the timer.

Four more fucking minutes I think. That's an eternity with the belt. I brace myself as I feel Shane's hand on my back ready to hold me in position.

SMACK

I grip Shane's sheets tightly in my hands as I hiss from the pain of his belt striping the flesh of my already severely punished bottom, over and over again.

Finally, I hear the seven minute ding but Shane doesn't stop or even pause, for that matter.

He continues to lay down stroke after punishing stroke on my already bruised bottom. Tears are streaming down my face, soaking his pillow. Each time his belt connects with my backside, I clench my butt muscles tightly, attempting to absorb the pain while I fight the urge to reach back or turn over with every fiber of resistance I can muster.

He places one stroke on each sit spot. My knuckles are white from squeezing so hard. I pull his pillow tighter around my face and ears to dampen the sound of my painful cries and the sound of his brutal belt striping welts on my ass and thighs. The next three strokes are all just below my lower back and they hurt like a son of a bitch.

I don't even hear the eight minute ding since I'm still covering my ears with the ends of his pillow. Shane rubs my lower back to get my attention, startling me as I abruptly push myself up.

"Stand up, Stacey. Get back over my knee." There's a steely tone in his voice, indicating his steadfast determination to administer the remainder of my discipline.

Shane sits back down in the chair and pulls me over his lap. He spends the next minute spanking me with his hand, alternating between my right and left cheek after five spanks to each. I just lay limp on his lap, sniffling and praying for the next ding on the timer.

After hearing the nine minute ding, Shane spends the final minute relentlessly and exclusively spanking my thighs, painting them a crimson red with his punishing hand to match the color of my inflamed, throbbing buttocks.

"OW, OW, OW!" Shane is spanking the ultra sensitive area of the uppermost portion of my thighs.

At last, praise God, I hear the final ding. In these past ten minutes, I have experienced the worst pain of my life. I still have two more rounds to go in the next two days. I won't survive. There's just no way.

Shane roughly yanks my underwear and jeans up over my annihilated ass and thighs. He wants me to know without a shadow of a doubt how upset he is with me. I know he's not only disappointed because of what I did, he's ashamed of me and that hurts like Hell. Even though I'm staring at the floor, I can feel his cold eyes on me.

He reaches back and smacks my left butt cheek hard, bringing fresh tears to my eyes.

"I'm waiting, Stacey." He sees the clueless look on my face. "What did I tell you to do after your punishment?" I hear the frustration in his voice.

"Oh yeah, I forgot. I need to apologize and thank you."

Shane exhales loudly.

Oh crap, I almost forgot again.

"Sir, I need to apologize and thank you, sir."

"I'm losing my patience, Stacey." He crosses his arms. His nostrils are flared. The vein by his temple is pulsating.

I swallow hard, scared of angering him further with the wrong words.

"I'm sorry I stood by and did nothing while my friends bullied someone, sir." I wipe the tears from my eyes.

Shane's pov

This punishment clearly had an effect on Stacey. There wasn't a hint of attitude or insincerity in her apology.

"Thank you for disciplining me, Shane," she practically whispers, while looking at the floor.

I know she's ashamed of her behaviour but having to thank me for disciplining her is truly humbling. I smack her bottom hard two more times.

"Ow," she whines, starting to cry again.

"Look me in the eye, Stacey, when you speak to me and follow it with sir," I say sternly, needing to enforce this lesson.

Stacey reluctantly makes eye contact.

"Thank you for disciplining me, sir."

"Stacey, I know you think I'm being too harsh, cruel even, but I need you to understand that the humiliation you feel right now at this moment after enduring that punishment, apologizing, and then having to thank me for disciplining you..." I hold her chin, forcing her to look at me and ensuring her attention, "...is NOTHING compared to the humiliation that girl felt while being bullied." I let go of her chin and let her head drop in shame. "I want you to go to your room and think about that for the rest of the day. You're dismissed."