Shane's pov

Mike and I went to the girls' room around 8:30pm to check on Stacey in order to make sure she was following her new bedtime as part of her punishment for violating curfew the other night. Unfortunately, upon entering their room that was not what we witnessed. Instead, we saw Stacey sitting on Carrie's bed holding a cell phone and presumably using it to text.

"Uh, this isn't what it looks like," Stacey stammered, as she dropped the phone and jumped into her bed.

"Really?" I asked, quite angrily. "Because it looks like you're violating not one but two conditions of your grounding, phone use and lights out."

Stacey avoided looking at me and Mike, knowing how furious we were and how much trouble she was in.

"Whose phone is this?" I asked, picking it up off the bed.

"It's mine, Shane," Carrie said softly.

"This was all my fault, Shane, Carrie didn't ..." Stacey quickly jumped in, before I interrupted her.

Looking coldly at my eldest daughter, I stopped her mid sentence, saying, "I want you to keep your mouth shut. Carrie, did you offer Stacey your phone, or did she ask you for it?"

"Shane, I took Carrie's phone..." Stacey started answering for her sister again.

"I believe I asked you to remain silent, young lady, although I shouldn't be surprised you're having trouble following a simple set of instructions. You seem to be having a lot of difficulty with that lately, Stacey." I gave Stacey a warning glance.

"Answer the question, Carrie," I commanded.

"I offered her my phone, Shane. She didn't ask me for it," Carrie replied, clearly ashamed by her actions.

"Even though you knew Stacey was grounded from her phone?" I crossed my arms, confronting my youngest daughter.

"Yes sir," Carrie replied modestly.

"Thank you for being honest with me, Carrie. I will take that into consideration when I administer your punishment. You're still in big trouble though, young lady." I frowned at Carrie. "I'm really disappointed in you."

"I'm sorry, Shane," Carrie said softly, tears brimming.

"Unfortunately, you will be very sorry, Carrie, when you get punished right along with your sister."

Turning to Stacey, I asked, "Do you remember my warning of what would happen, Stacey, if you stepped out of line during your grounding?"

Stacey nodded.

Stacey's pov

"Tell me what's going to happen now, Stacey," Shane demanded.

"You're going to spank me with your Admiral's belt." I shuddered, recalling just how much those spankings hurt.

"Are you happy you dragged your little sister into this now?" Shane narrowed his eyes at me.

I shook my head no. I was so worried that Shane would see who I was texting when he picked up Carrie's phone. He and Mike still don't know about Sean and I want to keep it that way. My eyes followed her phone closely as Shane continued to wave it around with his hand as he lectured.

"Carrie Anne, you've lost the privilege of carrying a phone and you're going to be punished right along with your sister..." Shane paused and looked at my sister before adding, "...with my Admiral's belt."

Hearing the confirmation of what Carrie feared all along being voiced out loud, brought fresh tears to her eyes. I felt like the worst sister in the world knowing the part I played in this. First, I assisted my cousin in receiving a severe spanking along with a belting from Mike and now I've gotten my baby sister an appointment for an up close and personal meeting with Shane's Admiral's belt. I deserve everything I've got coming to me and more.

Mike's pov

"You do realize I'm going to punish you as well for not being in bed on time. Don't you, Stacey?" I asked.

"I do now," Stacey replied, rolling her eyes.

"Come here, young lady!" I said sternly, pointing to the spot right in front of me.

"Uggh," Stacey groaned, before lazily drifting within reach.

Pinching the bridge of my nose and rubbing my forehead, I glared at my soon to be extremely regretful eldest daughter.

"You obviously don't remember what I promised you. Do you, Stacey?"

Stacey looked at me, unsure at first of what I was referencing. It was quite obvious when the lightbulb appeared as her eyes widened and her jaw dropped.

"Starting to remember now, darlin'?" I asked, grabbing her and pulling her towards me. Without letting go of her wrist, I slapped her bottom hard. "That's for the attitude. Now you may go to my room and wait for me to deliver the severe spanking I promised you." I smacked her again. "GO!" I shouted, pointing at the door.

I left Shane to deal with our youngest as I went to my room to take care of our oldest. I stormed into my room, grabbed my desk chair, slammed it down in the center of the room and beckoned Stacey over my knee. I quickly bared her bottom and wasted no time laying down the first of many punishing slaps.

"YOU'RE NOT EVEN THE LEAST BIT SORRY YOU VIOLATED THE TERMS OF YOUR GROUNDING, ARE YOU, STACEY MARIE?" I continued peppering her behind with one painful smack after another.

"NO, MIKE, I'M NOT SORRY. I'M NOT A TODDLER FOR CHRISSAKE, SO STOP TREATING ME LIKE ONE! AN EIGHT O'CLOCK BEDTIME IS RIDICULOUS." Stacey matched my loud angry tone in her response.

"NO, YOU'RE NOT A TODDLER, STACEY, SO FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, STOP ACTING LIKE ONE!" I paused the spanking, realizing my temper was getting the best of me and punishing her out of anger would serve no purpose other than to hurt her. My intention is to teach my rebellious teen to understand and anticipate the consequences of her actions, not to beat her into submission.

I took a long deep breath to calm myself and diffuse the escalating volatility of this thrashing taking place over my knee. As I continued to take calming breaths, I ran my left hand over Stacey's already beet red bottom. The warmth radiating off her inflamed skin penetrated through the numbness of my palm, sending a clear signal of the intensity of the blows I'd delivered.

I could feel Stacey's rapid breathing through each heave of her chest against my thigh.

"I know you're not a toddler, Stacey," I said softly, while I continued to gently rub her bottom. "Help me to understand why you felt the need to deliberately disobey Shane and I knowing the severity of the consequences you would face and why you then threw a tantrum upon facing them."

I waited for Stacey to answer me and when she didn't, I spanked her firmly across the center of her bottom.

"Answer me," I stated sternly. "If you want to prove to me you're a mature young adult, you should be able to recognize and justify the motivating factors behind your behavior."

In a much calmer tone than her previous one, Stacey responded, "I don't know."

"Well let me ask you this, Stacey." I rested my hand on her left butt cheek. "Did you think Shane and I were bluffing when we told you what would happen if you disobeyed us?"

"No," Stacey huffed, seemingly embarrassed.

I slapped her left buttock hard.

"No what? Respect is not optional."

"No sir," Stacey hissed reluctantly.

"Not a banner sign of maturity, darlin', using a tone like that to convey respect." I spanked her hard ten times. "Now prove to me you can respond respectfully like a mature young lady, or I'll continue to spank you like a naughty little girl." I delivered one more hard slap to punctuate my words.

"No sir, I didn't think the two of you were bluffing," Stacey said quite respectfully.

"That's much better. Now tell me why you chose to disobey us if you knew your actions would result in not one, but two severe spankings." I need Stacey to understand she's not quite as grown up as she thinks when she can't even articulate a valid argument to defend her choice of actions.

"I don't know, Mike. I guess I just didn't feel like going to bed early and I didn't want to be without a phone," Stacey mumbled her response, with little to no confidence.

I could tell by the hesitation in her voice, she was beginning to comprehend my point about what it means to be mature.

"Well unfortunately, Stacey, part of being a mature responsible adult means sometimes you can't do what you want and sometimes you have to do things you don't want to do." I sighed audibly. "This spanking I'm about to give you is a prime example, Stacey. It's certainly not something I want to do but as your guardian I'm responsible for teaching you that actions have consequences so it is something I have to do. Can you understand that?"

"I don't know, I guess. I mean, I don't think you have to, but whatever." Stacey continued to stubbornly resist.

"Another prime example, Stacey. You decline to answer me properly so I have to discipline you in order to teach you that improper responses warrant unpleasant consequences..." I spanked her bottom ten times, focusing solely on her sit spots as I lectured, "...like a painful stimulus, such as a spanking."

Stacey squirmed on my lap as my swats were increasing in intensity and making an almost indelible impression on her delicate behind. She bit her lip and clutched my pant leg tightly to avoid voicing her displeasure with the pain that accompanied her poor choice of continued disrespect.

"I think I've made my point, Stacey, so now it's time to get on with your punishment for violating the 8pm bedtime that is a condition of your grounding." I lifted her off my lap and pulled her over to my bed. She covered herself with her free hand as her underwear and pants were still around her ankles.

I sat on my bed and placed Stacey between my legs, I then draped her over my right thigh, so from the waist up she was lying fully supported by my bed. The top of her thighs balanced over the inside of my right thigh. I adjusted her so her bare bottom was perched up high.

Resting my right hand on her back, I raised my left hand and began spanking her hard and steady, focusing every stroke on her thighs and sit spots. I continued a rhythm that reddened her skin almost immediately. I was determined to make this a spanking Stacey would not soon forget. Never reducing the frequency or intensity of the spanks, I continued peppering the most sensitive areas of her backside for three straight minutes.

When Stacey stopped fighting the punishment and cried freely, I knew we were almost done. I slapped her thighs harshly, eliciting several cries of ow, please stop and I'm sorry from my eldest daughter as she tried in vain to push herself off my bed and my leg.

"Ten more, darlin'. Count 'em out, followed by I'm sorry I disobeyed you sir."

Stacey stopped struggling, knowing there was an end in sight to her painful spanking. She counted out the final strokes without any trace of attitude. I lifted her off my lap and turned away so she could redress her bottom half. When she was done, I stood facing her expectantly, awaiting her apology.

"I'mmm sor sor sorry, Mi Mike," Stacey managed to get out between hiccuping sobs. She would feel the effects of this spanking for the next few days.

"I know you are, darlin'." I opened my arms and Stacey gladly collapsed into them. As I held her head against my chest, I felt her relax, the tension leaving her body while she allowed me to comfort her. I closed my eyes and swayed my baby girl slowly, embracing the solace of this moment.