Lisa's pov

"Congratulations, Lisa, this little stunt you pulled just earned you a private meet and greet with my belt later this evening." Shane stood rigidly, his anger over this situation quite apparent by his contorted facial expressions.

"Shane, stop! You're so annoying." My cheeks flushed, due not only to embarrassment but also humiliation, having my friends hear Shane threaten to spank me.

"I'm annoying?" he questioned in a mocking tone, as he shook his head in disbelief. "Oh, that's rich, Lisa."

"Shane, please, you're embarrassing me," I hissed in a hushed tone, as I stood grabbing his elbow, trying to turn him away from my peers, whom could only be described at this point as eager onlookers enjoying the show playing out in front of them on the stage which doubles as a mall security office.

"No! You want to know what's embarrassing, Lisa?" Shane's voice rose in volume as he continued, without awaiting a response to his obviously rhetorical question. "BEING PULLED OUT OF AN IMPORTANT BUSINESS MEETING IN THE MIDDLE OF AN OVERSEAS CONFERENCE CALL WITH THE HEAD OF THE EUROPEAN SECURITY COUNCIL'S LIAISON AS YOUR BOSS LOOKS ON IN CONTEMPT BECAUSE YOU HAVE TO FETCH YOUR DELINQUENT DAUGHTER WHO'S BEEN DETAINED FOR SHOPLIFTING! THAT'S EMBARRASSING, LISA!" Shane's face was red with rage at this point as he was dangerously close to losing his temper and unleashing his frustrations without restraint.

I kept my back to my friends, way too ashamed to face them after being berated by Shane during his all too public tirade. Well, that and the fact that I didn't dare turn my back on my guardian when he was this furious, fearing reprise directed at my vulnerable unprotected backside. Plus, I knew Shane, just like Al Pacino in Scent of a Woman, was just gettin' warmed up so I braced myself to weather the rest of the storm.

"YOU KNOW WHAT ELSE WOULD BE EMBARRASSING, LISA?"

Sure enough the dark clouds started rolling in. Shane continued his rant with yet another rhetorical question so I bit my tongue to keep from unwisely mouthing off.

"IT WOULD BE EMBARRASSING IF I STRIPPED MY BELT THROUGH MY PANT LOOPS AND STARTED ADMINISTERING YOUR PUNISHMENT HERE AND NOW!"

It was time to take shelter now that the skies had unleashed and I was caught in the downpour. My eyes widened as I watched Shane unbuckle his belt and swiftly tear it from his waistband, exactly as he had just threatened to do during his tirade. He tightly clutched his belt, doubled over in his hand as he raised one eyebrow at me and scowled, just daring me to challenge his authority and ever waning patience in the moment.

I was so humiliated by his dramatics. Tears of frustration quickly threatened to spill as I stood thoroughly mortified and belittled in front of my friends.

"OH MY GOD! STOP! I HATE YOU, SHANE!" I screamed at him, as the thunder crashed across the gray skies. Quickly wiping my eyes, I ran past everyone out of the security office and into the mall, trying to escape further ridicule.

Unfortunately, I didn't have any luck seeking shelter from the storm so I just sat on the nearest bench I could find, buried my head in my hands and cried.

Shane didn't allow me much time to wallow in my misery before he roughly grabbed my arm, yanked me off the bench, and snapped, "COME WITH ME RIGHT NOW! WE'RE LEAVING."

I defiantly ripped my arm from his grasp, stood my ground, and glared at him through a blur of tears.

"DON'T FUCKIN' TOUCH ME!" I cursed loudly, drawing the eyes of some curious shoppers. "How could you do this to me?" I lowered my voice due to all the unwanted attention my outburst caused. I then made the mistake of looking directly at Shane. To say he was a tad livid would be like saying the Pope is a tad Catholic. I was thankful his belt was at least securely fastened around his waist now, instead of at the ready in his hand.

Shane mustered quite a bit of restraint when he spoke, "Lisa, if you don't stop this childish tantrum immediately and come with me, I swear I will pull your pants down and spank your bare bottom over my knee right here on this bench in the middle of the mall."

I know what you're thinking and yes, for Shane that was restraint. He glowered at me with his hands on his hips.

"If you think I'm bluffing, Lisa, try me."

Even though I was still furious at him for humiliating me in front of my friends, I knew without a shadow of a doubt he would make good on his threat in a heartbeat so I willingly started following him to the exit. Once we approached his car in the parking lot, I reached for the handle of the passenger side door but he stood over me holding it shut.

"We will discuss your outrageous behavior after we get home and I've had sufficient time to calm down. Until then, I don't want to hear from you. I don't think you realize just how much trouble you are in right now, young lady, but come tonight, you'll know for certain, courtesy of my belt," he said in a dark, foreboding tone.

Shane's words literally made me shiver despite how amped my emotions were and how hot my temper was currently running. He opened the door for me like a gentleman, smacked my bottom forcefully like a rancher driving stubborn cattle, then slammed my door shut like hurricane force winds pummeling the coast. As soon as we pulled out of the lot, a call rang through the Bluetooth.

Shane answered angrily, "Donovan here!"

It was Mike.

"Whoa, easy man. Did I catch you at a bad time?" he asked, recognizing Shane's pissed off tone.

Shane sighed, "No, I'm sorry, mate. I didn't mean to snap at you like that." Exhaling loudly, he asked, "What's up?"

"I just touched down in Dallas. Everything looks good for my connecting flight so I should be at the airport as scheduled. You were gonna pick me up tonight, remember?" Mike asked.

"Yeah, of course, it's just turning out to be one bugger of a day." He glared at me. "I'll be there as promised, no worries."

"Alright, I've gotta go. Talk to you later, Admiral." Mike hung up and Shane turned to address me.

"Change of plans. When we get back to the Center, you're going to sit in the conference room and think about your behavior today. When I come to get you, we'll head to the airport to pick Mike up. During the ride there you can think about the belting you're going to receive from me later this evening and on the ride home you can explain yourself to Mike and pray he doesn't belt you too. Have I made myself clear, Lisa Michelle?"

Shane was far from happy with me but for some reason I really didn't care.

"Yeah, I got it."

"You're pushing the envelope, Lisa. Care to rephrase your response?" Shane asked angrily.

"Fine, yes sir," I huffed. "Happy now?" I sassed, unaware of how close we were to the Center and how soon I'd be losing my clemency, since Shane wasn't able to smack me while he was driving. When he pulled into his parking spot, I tried to jump out before he even shut the engine off but he engaged the child safety locks, essentially trapping me.

Shane slowly got out and walked around to open my door. As soon as he did, he yanked me to my feet and landed ten extremely hard smacks to my rear end. Shit, he hits hard when he's pissed!

I sat in the conference room for about ninety minutes before Shane came to get me and we headed to the airport. We rode in silence the entire way there. Thankfully, we quickly found Mike near the exit outside of baggage claim.

"Hi, sweetheart. I didn't know you were coming with Shane, what a nice surprise." Mike put his suitcase down and gave me a warm hug.

"I missed you, Mike," I said, giving Shane a dirty look. "I missed you a lot."

"Don't look at me like I'm the bad guy, Lisa. You made your bed, now you have to lie in it." Shane frowned at me. "Do you honestly think for one second Mike isn't going to be just as upset with you when he finds out what you did?"

Mike's pov

Lisa glared at Shane but remained silent.

I looked between the two before saying, "Sounds like we have a lot to talk about on the ride home, young lady." I raised one eyebrow at Lisa and gave her my best disapproving parental stare. "Am I correct?"

"Yes sir." Lisa looked down at the ground, avoiding eye contact.

Shane gave her a quick swat on the rear.

"Look at Mike when you're speaking to him." Lisa ignored him as she rubbed her assaulted cheek.

As soon as we pulled out of our parking spot, I turned to my second youngest and said, "Alright, Lisa Michelle, tell me what happened."

"Well, I was at the mall with some friends and we were playing truth or dare."

Oh good Lord, I thought to myself. I can already envision the direction this is heading.

"Megan dared me to try on some clothes at Forever 21 and then just leave one of the items on as I walked out of the dressing room and out of the store, so I did but the security guy stopped me and took me to the little mall jail and then they called Shane and he came down to get me and blew it all out of proportion. I mean, I wasn't really trying to steal anything. If I made it out of the store, I was going to go back in and return the shirt to the shelf. No harm, no foul." Lisa finally let out a breath as she finished recounting the day's events.

She was so nonchalant about what she did, it absolutely infuriated me. I can't believe Shane didn't kill her on the spot. I have to say, I admire the level of restraint he must have shown since Lisa doesn't have any ligature marks on her neck from an attempted strangulation.

"So you see, Shane just made a big deal out of nothing and he totally embarrassed me in front of my friends."

I had to pick my jaw up off the floor upon hearing Lisa act as if she honestly did nothing wrong. I saw how tightly Shane gripped the steering wheel while she recounted her crime spree. I'm seriously in shock. I have yet to respond because I'm hoping this is either a very bad joke, or some kind of internet challenge to give your guardian a stroke in five simple sentences or less.

I closed my eyes, ran my hand over my face and prayed I would wake up when I opened them, proving this was all just a bad dream. Unfortunately when I opened my eyes, the three of us were still in the car driving down the interstate.

"Is she kidding me with this?" I asked Shane in disbelief.

"No, not in the least I'm afraid, which is why I already promised her some one on one time with my belt this evening." Shane was far from amused by Lisa's lack of remorse and I was appalled by her lack of awareness of the seriousness of her committing petty theft.

Turning almost completely around to face her, I yelled, "ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND, LISA? WHAT IN THE WORLD WERE YOU THINKING? NO! OBVIOUSLY YOU WEREN'T THINKING, OR YOU WOULDN'T HAVE DONE SOMETHING I CAN ONLY DESCRIBE AS TOTALLY, COMPLETELY, AND UTTERLY ASININE. HOW CAN YOU SIT THERE AND ACT AS IF YOU DID NOTHING WRONG? YOU STOLE SOMETHING, LISA. YOU'RE A THIEF FOR CHRISSAKE, YET YOU HAVE THE AUDACITY TO ACCUSE SHANE OF BLOWING THE SITUATION OUT OF PROPORTION." I had to take a break to catch my breath before continuing.

"I APPLAUD HIM FOR SHOWING A REMARKABLE AMOUNT OF RESTRAINT BECAUSE IF I HAD BEEN THE ONE TO RECEIVE THAT PHONE CALL, I WOULD HAVE DONE A HELLUVA LOT MORE THAN EMBARRASS YOU. I HAVE HALF A MIND TO TELL SHANE TO PULL OVER RIGHT NOW SO I CAN TAKE YOU OVER MY KNEE IN THE BACKSEAT AND SPANK SOME SENSE INTO YOU." I shook my head in disgust.

"No big deal? Unbelievable, Lisa." Truly mind boggling, I thought, shaking my head. "You can't possibly think what you did was okay. Tell me you understand the gravity of the situation." I looked expectantly at Lisa.

"I should have known you'd take his side," Lisa replied grumpily, crossing her arms and slouching back in her seat.

I looked at my best friend and said, "I swear I'm gonna lose it, Shane. Oh my gosh." Turning my attention back to our wayward daughter, I continued, "You know what, Lisa? You can kiss your learner's permit goodbye." That got her attention right quick.

"WHAT? YOU CAN'T BE SERIOUS, MIKE. YOU'RE GONNA TAKE MY PERMIT AWAY OVER A HARMLESS DARE?" Lisa yelled.

"First, lower your voice this instant. Secondly, until you can prove to Shane and I that you're responsible enough to deserve it, you won't be driving. If you can't grasp the seriousness of what you did, then you have no business taking on the responsibility of operating a motor vehicle. You're obviously not mature enough to know right from wrong if you think stealing is a harmless dare. I don't trust your judgment, Lisa, plain and simple. Driving is a privilege, one you'll have to earn. Am I clear?"

"Yeah, you're clearly just as unreasonable as Shane," Lisa replied snottily.

It took every ounce of self control I could muster not to reach back and slap her disrespectful mouth. I took a few deep breaths to calm myself.

"That snide remark just cost you your phone for two weeks." I motioned for her to hand it over. "After tonight, you won't be able to sit, talk on the phone, or drive. Are there any other privileges you'd like to forfeit, Lisa? If so, keep talking, otherwise you'd be smart to keep your mouth shut. Understand?"

Lisa just huffed in exasperation and defiance as she handed over her phone.

"Mike asked you a question, young lady, and you better answer him respectfully in the next ten seconds or I'll promote the belt I'll be using on you tonight to the rank of Admiral."

Lisa rolled her eyes before responding, "Yes sir, I understand," in a clearly annoyed tone.

"You're on extremely thin ice already, luv, so you'd be wise to check your tone." Shane's patience was at an all time low.

Lisa's pov

Thankfully, my guardians finally quit lecturing me and we spent the rest of the drive home in silence. Once inside the Center, Shane directed me to his room.

"I'm done trying to get through to you with discussion about how inappropriate your actions were at the mall. Perhaps a hands-on approach will be much more cogent." Shane wasted no time unbuckling his belt. "Lower your pants, Lisa, and bend over my bed. Right now!"

"Alright, I get it, shoplifting is wrong but I honestly wasn't trying to steal anything. You don't have to do this, Shane." Even I realized how whiny and desperate I sounded but hey, it was worth a shot.

"You just earned yourself an extra three strokes." Shane clutched his belt tightly as he motioned for me to bend over the bed. "Stop stalling and bend."

Reluctantly, I tugged my leggings down to just below my ass and assumed the humiliating position.

"Don't think I've forgotten about you cursing at me at the mall either, that earned you an extra eight strokes." Shane coldly informed me of the ever climbing number I would need to withstand.

"EIGHT EXTRA JUST FOR THAT?" I yelled. That seemed a tad excessive.

"You're correct, Lisa, ten extra seems a more appropriate amount to curb your profane speech. That brings your count to twenty-eight. Would you care to quit arguing now, or should I just round up to an even thirty?" Shane asked facetiously.

I just buried my head into Shane's comforter and kept quiet. Twenty-eight was a plenty high enough number, one that would make it very difficult for me to sit for the next few days. I certainly didn't need to add on more strokes.

"That's what I thought." Shane's tone was cold.

Lifting my head and turning towards him, I said, "I was upset, Shane. Can't you get that? You have no idea how humiliating it was when you threatened to spank me like a little kid in front of my friends." How could he not understand how bad he made me feel? I turned away as I started to cry.

Shane's pov

Hearing Lisa sniffling as she cries, I try to see things from her point of view. Perhaps I was a tad extreme with my display of anger in front of her friends.

"Pull your pants up and sit down, Lisa," I said sighing, as I sat next to her on my bed.

"Look, I understand you were embarrassed when I yelled at you in front of your friends and I'm sorry. I could have handled that differently. Despite what you and your sisters might think, I'm not a dinosaur. It wasn't so long ago that I can't remember what it was like to be a teenager."

I patted Lisa's knee and gave it a little squeeze.

"However..." I gave her a stern look before continuing, "... you need to understand a couple things as well, Lisa. First, whenever Mike or I feel you need to be reprimanded or disciplined, we won't hesitate to do so regardless of where we are or who we are with. Secondly, sometimes when you and your sisters misbehave, it embarrasses us as well. Am I clear?"

"I guess." Lisa shrugged, apparently unconvinced.

I looked her in the eyes and held her chin to ensure her attention.

"How do you think I felt, Lisa, when I had to leave in the middle of a very important meeting, which subsequently had to be rescheduled because Mrs. Curtis interrupted my presentation to inform me one of my daughters was being detained by security for shoplifting?"

Lisa looked down and avoided responding.

"Answer me, Lisa. How do you think I felt?" I repeated.

"Probably not good," Lisa mumbled.

"No, not good at all." I stood up, ready to proceed. "Now that we can appreciate each other's viewpoint, let's get on with your punishment. I'll reduce the number of strokes to twenty. Lower your pants and bend over the bed, Lisa."

Lisa's pov

I bent over his bed more willingly this time and pulled my leggings down to my hips. Shane raised his belt up and brought it down forcefully on my yellow polka dot panties. I clenched my buttocks as the familiar burn of the thick leather spread across my bottom. I flinched every time I heard the slap and subsequently felt the sting of each stroke.

I clutched his bed sheets tightly when I felt his fingers pull my leggings down to my knees, knowing what was coming. Sure enough, the next five strokes striped my thighs in rapid succession, causing me to hiss in pain as I buried my face in his blankets. I wasn't keeping track where we were in the count but hopefully he was.

This spanking seemed to go on forever as each punishing slap relit a fire on my already bright red, throbbing ass cheeks. After a particularly wicked spank to my left sit spot, I jerked up off the bed in pain. Shane paused the belting to rub my back with his left hand.

"Five more, luv. I want you to count them followed by sir." Shane's gentle touch on my back helped me weather the remainder of my punishment.

After I said, twenty sir, as my hot tears soaked his bedding, Shane rubbed my warm inflamed backside over my panties while warning me, "You are never to steal anything ever again, Lisa Michelle, and if I ever hear of you doing something so asinine again because of a dare, I will whip your bare behind every night for a week with my Admiral's belt." Shane slapped my upper thighs with his strong open hand as he asked, "Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes sir. YES SIR!" I cried out in agony, as Shane's hand inexplicably could always produce more pain than any other spanking implement, even the belt. After a few more strategically placed spanks, Shane stood me up and comforted me in his secure embrace as he patted my sore bottom. Pulling up my leggings, he sent me to bed with one last sharp smack.