Saturday morning

Mike's pov

As we're all sitting down to breakfast at the Center, Lisa asks me, "Can I have my phone back now?"

"No, Lisa," I stated simply.

"But why?" she whined.

"Your phone was taken away for two weeks for a reason and that was only one week ago. Need I say more?" I'm trying to keep my cool and respond calmly.

"It sounds to me like you don't even remember the reason, Mike, so it couldn't have been very important," Lisa replies flippantly.

"Are you kidding me with this right now?" I honestly can't believe this girl's gall.

"So can I have it back, or not?" Lisa foolishly ignores my warning by continuing to push her luck.

I stand up slowly and walk around to Lisa's side of the table.

"Stand up," I command.

"What? Why?" Lisa asks nervously.

"Stand up NOW!" I repeat louder and more sternly. When she stands, I firmly deliver five stinging swats to her bottom before she even has a chance to react. "You'll be lucky to get your phone back anytime soon. Now don't ask me again. Sit down and finish your breakfast."

Later that morning.

Mike's pov

"Go change," I sternly said to Carrie.

"Why?" she asked, seemingly rather annoyed by my request.

"You're not going out in pajamas," I stated.

"They're not pajamas." Carrie inexplicably decides to argue with me.

"Did you wear them to bed last night?" I ask, trying to prove my point and end this battle peacefully.

"Yeah, so?" Carrie replies rudely with attitude.

"Did you sleep in them?"

"Ugghh, yes. Why you wildin', Mike?" Carrie uncharacteristically allows her belligerent teenager persona to make an appearance.

"Then they're pajamas. Go change. NOW!" My patience has worn thin with this little tete a tete with my youngest.

"What's the big deal? Everyone goes out in pajamas, especially highschool and college students and we're just going to the grocery store. Who even gives a frick what I'm wearing?"

I grabbed her wrist, pulled her to my side, and smacked her backside hard five times.

"I care, Carrie Anne. Now quit arguing and GO!"

"UGGHHH!" Carrie rolls her eyes and stomps off to her room.

"Change your attitude while you're in there too," I yell after her.

Later that afternoon

Mike's pov

"You'll be home for dinner," I told Julie.

"Doubtful," she sassed.

"That wasn't a question, young lady." She just has to try my patience.

Whining, Julie asks, "Why do I need to be home for dinner anyway? You're so low key annoying all the time, I swear."

"Because we are eating together as a family tonight. Oh, and because I told you to be home and I don't need to provide any reason in the first place. When I tell you to do something, I expect it be done without hesitation, argument, or complaint. Do I make myself clear, Julie Elizabeth?"

"Still don't see what the big freakin' deal is about me bein' home for dinner. No cap, that's so stupid but whatever." Julie's reply registered quite high on the disrespectful spectrum.

"Come here NOW!" I narrowed my eyes at Julie and pointed to the spot right in front of me. When she rolled her eyes and finally sauntered over begrudgingly, I took the opportunity to grab hold of her bicep and land five harsh smacks to her backside as I questioned, "I don't know whom you think you're speaking to that way but it surely shouldn't be your guardian."

"Ow!" was Julie's only reply, as she rubbed her bottom.

"You will be home by 6pm and not a minute later, young lady." I smacked her left buttcheek once more before releasing my grip on her arm.

Early that evening

Mike's pov

"Stacey, I need you to empty all the trash cans in your room, Shane's room, and my room and then take the contents out to the dumpster before dinner." I informed my oldest of one simple chore I wanted her to complete.

"Why me? I did it last time." Just like her cousin, she has to try my patience. "How come you never make anyone else do it? I always have to do everything around here." Stacey immediately takes a defensive approach to my request.

I'm quickly growing tired of arguing with all my daughters today.

"First off, Lisa took out the trash last week. Secondly, doing chores to pitch in and help out is one of your responsibilities, just like everyone here at the Center. Thirdly, just do as you're told, end of story."

"I'll do it later. The garbage doesn't get picked up til morning anyway," Stacey replied dismissively.

"No, do it now, Stacey Marie!" I left no room for argument as to my mood with my tone of voice.

"This is so stupid. You're so unfair!" Stacey huffed, as she tried to storm off.

I quickly stopped her in her tracks with five less than gentle slaps to her behind with my open hand.

"GO DO IT NOW!" I barked.

After dinner

Shane's pov

After a somewhat strained dinner with the girls, Mike and I went to Sheffield pub to throw back a few pints.

"The girls sure were in rare form today, Shane. I got attitude and arguments from all four of them." Mike sighed after taking a long drink.

"You're kidding, right? I had to give all four of them mini attitude adjustments today as well," I said, shocked by our girls' poor behavior.

After Mike recounted his stories from the day, I proceeded to fill him in on my encounters with our lovely teenage daughters.

"I think we need to sit down with them tonight and have a little discussion about their poor attitudes." Mike agreed so we discussed our plan of action and once we returned to the Center we called the girls into my room and sat them down to talk.

"We're extremely disappointed in how much attitude the four of you gave Shane and I today." Mike looked at them, crossed his arms, and frowned. "So here's what we're going to do about it." The girls looked at Mike with trepidation, afraid of what they were facing.

"You have two options, ladies. Shane can sweat the attitude out of each of you or I can spank it out of you. Your choice."

Knowing I wasn't joking, they each responded, "Sweat it out," rather quickly.

"Fine," Mike replied. "Shane will handle that but I want to make it very clear to the four of you that the next one to give us attitude or mouth off, will be taken over my knee and spanked with my belt, regardless of where we are or who's around when it happens. Am I clear?"

They each responded, yes sir, so I was ready to proceed with my portion of their punishment.

"Here's how tomorrow will play out ladies. You're going to experience a mini boot camp."

Sunday morning after church

Shane's pov

I had the girls outside on one of the Center's soccer fields ready to start their punishment.

"Here's how this works, ladies. I have a deck of playing cards and you're each going to take turns picking a card. Each suit represents a different exercise. Hearts are jumping jacks, diamonds are push-ups, spades are squat thrusts, and clubs are fifty yard sprints. The numbers on the cards represent how many reps of that particular exercise you'll be doing. Jacks are eleven, queens are twelve, kings are fifteen, and aces are twenty. Any questions?"

"Yeah, I have a question." Lisa asked, "Why are we doing this again?"

"I'm sure Mike would still be happy to spank the attitude out of you, Lisa, if you've changed your mind about which method you prefer. Should I give him a head's up that you're on your way?" Shane countered.

Remembering quite clearly now why she was doing this, Lisa answered, "No sir."

"Good, each of you pick a card." The girls went through the deck in about forty minutes, completing their exercises as instructed. When they started walking off the field I called out, "Where do you think you're going, ladies? I'm just shuffling the deck for round two."

Stacey groaned loudly, "You've got to be kiddin' me with this."

"I'm sorry, was that attitude I just heard spewing from your smart mouth, Stacey? Should I call Mike to let him know he needs to unbuckle his belt and head over to make good on his promise?" I queried somewhat threateningly.

"No sir," Stacey wisely replied.

The girls went through the deck a little slower this time, the exhaustion already becoming apparent. I shuffled the deck again, having them complete round three which they did in just over an hour.

"One more time, this'll be the last round ladies. I want you to push it hard. Come on, you can do it. Shoot for under an hour."

After completing round four, the girls were a sweaty exhausted mess of sore muscles.

Lining them up in front of me, I said, "Nice job, ladies. If you don't want a repeat of this mini boot camp session anytime soon, think before you speak. Understood?"

I heard two yeahs and saw one head nod.

Walking behind them I warned, "Face forward," and then barked, "Let's try that again." I swatted each of them once rather harshly on the butt. "I asked the four of you a question. Am I understood?"

I heard four yes sirs, loud and clear this time.

"That's better. Fall out, ladies," I commanded.

Sunday evening

Mike's pov

I brought Carrie and Lisa to the supercenter with me to get some groceries that were left off the last list and some other odds and ends. The girls weren't thrilled that I made them come with as they were still worn out from Shane's mini boot camp but after all the attitude they gave us yesterday, I didn't really feel the need to give them a choice. Shane had Stacey and Julie keeping busy cleaning their room.

As I was picking out band-aids and Neosporin from the shelf, I saw the girls goofing around near one of the toy aisles, out of the corner of my eye. They were basically treating one of those cheap ninety-nine cent colorful kid's balls as a volleyball and bumping it back and forth to each other.

"Girls, knock it off and put that ball away," I yelled.

Surprisingly, Lisa obeyed and grabbed the ball to return it to the bin, hence from which it came. Carrie, however, took it from her and continued to bump it higher and higher in the store.

"Carrie! Stop playing with the ball and put it away now!" I said, in a clearly annoyed tone from the first aid section.

"No, I'm on a roll here. Don't bother me, Mike," Carrie replied, as Lisa counted how many times she was able to hit the ball to herself without dropping it.

I stormed over to where Carrie stood and grabbed the ball in mid-air.

"What did you say?" I questioned my youngest, sure I couldn't possibly have heard her correctly.

"DAMMIT, MIKE! WHAT DID YOU DO THAT FOR? I was going for a new personal best," Carrie replied loudly and snottily, letting her competitive nature override her common sense. She then proceeded to yank the ball out of my hands and start bumping it to herself again, right in front of me.

Taking the ball from her once again, I handed it to Lisa and told her to put it away.

Turning my attention back to Carrie I said, "Oh, you picked the wrong day to act up and take your rebellious side out for a spin, Carrie Anne." I shook my head as I looked at my youngest and reached down to unbuckle my belt.

Carrie started to tear-up when she saw me remove my belt and fold it over. When Lisa returned, I snapped my fingers at her and pointed, indicating she needed to leave Carrie and I to continue this conversation in private, well as private as it could be in a public store.

Then the pleading and backpedaling began from Carrie.

"I'm so so so sorry, Mike. Please don't spank me with your belt. Please! I didn't really even mean what I said and I didn't do anything that bad if you think about it. Please, Mike!"

"CARRIE ANNE, THAT IS ENOUGH." I sat down on the bench in front of the pharmacy, which was closed, luckily for Carrie, or their staff would've had front row seats for the ass whooping I was about to hand out. I pulled her to stand close in front of me between my knees and held her wrists in my right hand and my belt in my left.

"Mike, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to swear, it just came out. I'm sorry," Carrie whined futilely, trying to escape this punishment.

"Those words rolled off your tongue quite quickly and easily, indicating that wasn't the first time you've sworn that way." I cocked one eyebrow and looked at Carrie disapprovingly.

"Please, Mike, not here in the middle of the store, people will see us," Carrie whined.

Ignoring her pleas, I said, "Tell me why you're about to be spanked, Carrie."

"Mike, please," she softly whined again, while sniffling.

"TELL ME RIGHT NOW, CARRIE ANNE! The time for second chances has passed." I looked her in the eye and waited.

"Because I sw..swore at at you and had..dd attitude tt...too," Carrie stuttered, as she tried to catch her breath while crying.

"That's right," I said sternly. "Count yourself lucky I'm not baring you so you get to keep your underwear up." I gave Carrie a cold look as I ordered her, "Get over my knee, young lady."

Carrie continued to cry as I helped guide her over my lap, taking a seat on the bench. I laid her upper body flat on the wooden surface while propping her bottom up nice and high on my right thigh. I set my belt down next to me as I reached under her and unbuttoned her pants. Using both hands I tugged them to her knees revealing her fruit themed panties before reclaiming my belt into my left hand.

I can honestly say, I never thought in a million years Carrie would've been the first one of my girls to force me to make good on my promise of what would happen to the next one to give me attitude or mouth off. Although it saddened me to have to spank my normally super sweet baby girl with my belt, I knew and she did too, that her behavior today at the store certainly warranted this discipline.

I cracked the belt down swiftly across the middle of her bottom, holding her lower back with my right hand. I heard Carrie's cries get louder as she experienced her first spanking with my belt. Knowing Carrie had only received the belt one other time from Shane when they went to his Aunt's funeral, I wasn't planning on going too hard on her.

She buried her face in her hands as I continued to land the next three strokes across her sit spots. Unfortunately for Carrie, her choice of underwear today left a good portion of her buttcheeks exposed and vulnerable to the punishing effects of the stiff brown leather strap I wielded so expertly with my left hand.

Carrie cringed and hid her face from the few curious shoppers who paused to witness her punishment before continuing on their way. Paying no attention to the audience, I slapped my belt across her milky white thighs, turning them a bright pink after two strokes overlapped the same spot.

I shifted Carrie forward a little further on the bench in order to prop her bottom up so I could focus alternating the next few strokes between her right and left buttocks at a rapid pace. The last four of her fifteen strokes striped angry red lines underneath the pale globes of her ass as she wiggled uncomfortably across my thighs.

Setting my belt down, I patted her sore bottom as I asked, "Are you ever going to test me like that again?"

"No," Carrie sniffled, as she mumbled her response into her forearm.

I left a stinging slap on her buttcheek with my hand.

"No what?" I questioned sternly. I was no longer going to let the disrespect slide from any of my girls. I repeated an equally hard slap on her right buttcheek.

"No sir," she whispered, at a barely audible volume.

"Louder, so I can hear you, darlin'." I landed two rapid fire spanks with the palm of my hand to her already bright red sit spots.

"OW! NO SIR! " she practically yelled.

"Much better," I said, rubbing her upper thighs. "Now, what do you have to say to me, sweetheart?"

"I'm sorry, Mike." She apologized with sincerity so I lifted her off my lap, stood her in front of me once again, and pulled up her pants.

Standing myself, I hugged her tightly as I warned, "Don't ever mouth off to me like that again, baby girl. I hate having to punish you this way." I gave her one more firm swat. "Let's finish our shopping now."