At the Foundation

Shane's pov

Since Mike planned on having Lisa under his watchful eye all day, I'm in charge of keeping tabs on Julie, which includes making sure she not only behaves but also makes productive use of her time here. I decided to lay down the law right off the bat.

Julie's pov

As soon as we arrived at the Foundation, Mike took Lisa into his office and slammed the door, which earned him quite a tongue lashing from Dr. Curtis. Shane ushered me into his office but left his door ajar, not wanting to commit the same faux pas.

He immediately turned to me and sternly said, "Sit down! I want to make my expectations for today clear."

I obediently sat on the edge of one of Shane's office chairs as my bottom was still quite tender from my earlier discussion with the good doctor.

Shane dove right into the deep end, "I expect you to work the entire time you're here. You may take two five minute breaks and a fifteen minute lunch. That's it, nothing more. Clear?"

"Am I allowed to use the loo, gov'nor, or is that privilege reserved only for the higher ups?" I replied rather snottily, but seriously why is Shane givin' me a hard time when I didn't even do anything to him.

Apparently not amused nor impressed with my response, Shane yanked me out of the chair to stand before him.

"I'm in no mood for your smart comments, Julie. Let me remind you that you're here on punishment, little girl, which means there are no warnings. Any misbehavior goes straight to consequences. Understand?" Keeping the vice grip on my arm, Shane slapped my bottom harshly. "I mean it, no warnings," he reiterated.

"Yes sir." Shit that hurt. As soon as he turned his back, I rubbed my stinging butt. Fuck, the boys did not come to play today. It'd be in my best interest to stay off their radar for the rest of the day.

Mike's office

Lisa's pov

Mike had yet to say a word to me all morning. He didn't even tell me to follow him into his office, he just grabbed me and dragged me along. I did derive some misplaced satisfaction from watching Dr. Curtis rip him a new one for slamming his door but that was very short lived because as soon as he left, it was my turn in the hot seat.

"DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW MUCH TROUBLE YOU'RE IN RIGHT NOW? I know everything you told me yesterday was a lie so I suggest you start explaining yourself right quick, young lady, or the punishment you're about to receive will be exponentially worse." Mike was livid. I think Dr. Curtis's verbal reprimand just stoked the fire already raging inside him.

"I don't know what to say, Mike." Okay, I admit, I'm a coward. I not only avoided confessing but I declined to face my accuser as well.

"HOW ABOUT THE TRUTH, LISA? LET'S START WITH THAT! How many times did you lie to me last night?" Mike glared at me but I remained silent. "ANSWER ME, LISA! HOW MANY?"

"I don't know, Mike. What does it matter anyway? Can't you just punish me so we can get this overwith already?" I know I should probably be a lot more repentant right now but for some reason, I'm just not feelin' it. Ya know? Maybe it's because of the rude way I was awakened this morning.

"Are you even listening to the words coming out of your mouth right now, young lady?" Mike definitely had a black rage in his eyes that darkened not only his face but his entire persona as well.

Declining to answer, I chose to pout instead.

"You're going to receive one hour of reflection time for each lie you told me last night and when we get home you'll receive ten strokes for each lie with my new leather belt. Do I have your attention now, Lisa?" Mike's face was beet red and his fists were clenched tightly by his side, giving me a very clear picture of just how enraged he was with my less than truthful words yesterday.

"What's reflection time? And when did you get a new belt?" I asked, clearly missing the big picture of Mike's message.

"You'll find out soon enough what reflection time is and it's none of your concern when, where, why, or how I purchased my new belt," Mike spoke sternly.

"Just asked when, but whatever," I mumbled, before rolling my eyes and exhaling out of exasperation.

"Care to stand within arm's reach and repeat that snide remark?" Mike's temper was flaring as he flexed the fingers of his left hand into a tight fist.

"No sir." I may be obstinate but I'm neither dense nor a masochist.

"I didn't think so. Now let's start counting the lies while you're over my knee. Shall we?" Mike didn't wait for a response. He swiftly took a seat and pulled me over his knee, baring my bottom in record time. Mike began spanking me firmly as he started his interrogation.

"Did you go to the library last night?" Mike continued to spank my behind at a steady pace.

"No," I said, trying to adjust myself on his lap into a less painful position.

Mike started slapping my thighs relentlessly.

"I expect you to address me as sir with each response. I know you've been taught that, I shouldn't have to remind you."

"Ow, ow, fu..fudge," I stopped myself from swearing. "Sir, I meant no sir. Please stop spanking my thighs, sir," I begged Mike. My upper thighs burned as if a thousand tiny needles were pricking me.

Mike stopped focusing on my thighs and began spanking only my left buttock.

"Lie number one. Did you meet up with your world history classmates to work on your school project?"

"No sir." I continued to struggle on his lap as I writhed uncomfortably.

Mike switched to solely spanking my right buttcheek.

"Lie number two. Did another car cause the damage to my vehicle?"

"No sir." I tried in vain to slide my ass off of Mike's thighs. He quickly repositioned me and started spanking me harder.

Mike focused the hardest spanks yet on my sit spots.

"Lie number three. Did you break curfew because of an accident or because you were somewhere you weren't supposed to be?"

"I was somewhere I wasn't supposed to be, sir." I tried pushing myself off his lap by pressing my hands against the floor but Mike once again immobilized me and started spanking even harder.

"Lie number four, Lisa." After another two minutes, Mike stopped spanking me. "Stand."

I stood and started to pull my underwear and pants up but Mike slapped my hands.

"I told you to stand, not to pull your underwear and pants up."

My eyes widened as I watched Mike unbuckle his belt.

"You need to start listening. Now bend over my desk."

As soon as I bent over, Mike held his right hand against the small of my back and cracked his belt across my backside ten times without even pausing to take a breath.

"That's for the attitude you gave me earlier. Not a wise decision to give your extremely pissed off guardian lip. Was it?"

"No sir," I said sadly. My tears fell while I tried to rub away some of the burn his belt left on my bottom.

"Stand and pull your underwear and pants up," Mike commanded, as he laced his belt back through his pant loops.

I slowly redressed. My bottom stung terribly from both Mike's strong punishing palm and his belt. I wiped the tears from my eyes and used the box of tissues Mike handed me to blow my nose.

"Now you're going to learn about reflection time, Lisa. Sit down and wait here." Mike left his office and I breathed a temporary sigh of relief.

When he returned, he had a sheet of sandpaper, duct tape, and a small blanket in his hand. Mike lifted me off the chair I was sitting on and placed the sheet of sandpaper on the seat, affixing it with the tape.

"I want you to sit your bare bottom on this chair. You can use this blanket to cover your front."

I looked at Mike like he was crazy, which I was starting to think may actually be an accurate assessment.

"Now, Lisa! Bare your bottom and sit!" Mike spoke authoritatively. When I hesitated, he threatened, "Do you need my assistance to cooperate, Lisa?"

"No sir." I quickly bared myself, covering my front with the blanket and sitting my sore red bottom on the coarse sandpaper. I tried to adjust my position. Boy was that a mistake. The sandpaper scraped against my punished skin causing me to yelp as tears formed in my eyes again due to the searing pain.

Noticing my misery, Mike quipped, "You'd be wise to sit still, darlin'."

Making sure Mike wasn't looking, I sneered at him and rolled my eyes. Ever so helpful as per usual doctor. Thanks.

Handing me a spiral notebook and a pen, Mike stated, "For your first hour of reflection, Lisa, you're going to sit here and write down everything that happened last night from the time you left the Center until the time you returned. Do not leave anything out. I want details and a timeline. Be thorough, Lisa, as the remainder of the hour will be spent reciting to me what you've written on a continuous loop. I suggest you use your time wisely because every minute I catch you neither writing nor reading will result in one extra stroke of my belt tonight."

Picking up his phone, Mike glared at me.

"Your hour starts now."

Longest hour of my life. I spent the first three minutes trying to decide if I should tell Mike the whole truth, partial truths, or no truths.

"You just earned yourself three extra strokes tonight. I suggest you start writing." Of course my procrastination didn't go unnoticed by Mike. Looking down at the paperwork in front of him on his desk, he added, "Oh, and if you're stalling, Lisa, because you're considering whether or not you should be honest with me, just know that if I find you've lied, whether it be outright or by omission, I will belt you every night for the next two weeks."

I started writing. I decided to be completely honest and not leave anything out, figuring my punishment wouldn't be any worse if I told the truth. It took me about thirty-five minutes to finish my paper. My ass was on fire rubbing against the stupid sandpaper anytime I tried to move even the slightest bit. I ended up reciting my paper to Mike seven times. Each and every time, I heard him exhale loudly and pound his desk in anger.

When my hour was up, Mike let me redress and take a short bathroom break. Then he had me vacuum both his office and Shane's. He also had me deliver some reports and file some paperwork. Nearly an hour had passed when he said, "It's almost time for your second hour of reflection. Come here and get over my knee." Mike patted his lap as I looked on in horror.

"Ww why?" I stammered. "I did everything you said, Mike, and I didn't lie or leave anything out of my paper. Honest." I didn't understand why he was going to spank me again.

"Oh, so you do know what that word means. Interesting," Mike replied sarcastically.

Succeeding in shaming me, I looked down at my feet to avoid his judgemental gaze.

"I need to warm up your bottom for your second hour of reflection. Now get over my knee before I start adding more strokes to your punishment tonight." Mike was all business.

I laid over his lap and he again quickly bared my bottom. Mike spanked me using a steady rhythm. He took just enough time to reignite the fire on my already pink ass and turn it a bright cherry red again.

"Leave your pants and underwear down and go sit in the chair again, Lisa." Mike gave me a particularly wicked swat after lifting me off his lap.

"You're going to spend your second hour of reflection writing I'm sorry I lied, broke curfew and damaged your car. I'll leave whether or not to use the Oxford comma in each sentence at your discretion." Handing me the spiral notebook and pen again, he commanded, "Start writing, your hour starts now."

It was so difficult to sit still. My hand was cramping and my wrist was killing me but I didn't want to move because the sandpaper hurt my freshly spanked ass so bad it was rubbing my skin raw whenever I shifted my position.

"Mike, can I please stop writing now or at least take a break?" I whined, praying my guardian would be sympathetic and take pity on me.

"No, you still have twenty-three minutes left. Shut your mouth and keep writing, Lisa." Mike was about as far from sympathetic on the compassion spectrum as possible right now. I knew he was really pissed at me but I didn't realize the depths that his enmity reached.

Shane's pov

Mike texted me that Julie and I should meet him and Lisa for a quick lunch break, so I headed down to the file room in the basement to get Julie. Instead of finding her hard at work though, I saw her leaning against one of the shelves texting. The files she was supposed to be organizing and putting away were in a jumbled heap on the floor. I cleared my throat loudly to garner her attention.

Julie looks up, panicking when she sees I'm the one who interrupted her. She quickly stashes her phone away.

"Oh, hey, Shane. I was just uh, um, taking one of my five minute breaks," she stammers, extremely unconvincing in her argument.

"I decide when you take your breaks and I certainly wouldn't allow it when you have this much work piled up in front of you." I gave my second oldest a look indicating my extreme displeasure with her behavior. "What did I tell you would happen, Julie, if you misbehaved while here today?"

"Uh..." Julie looks down, avoiding my gaze as she nervously picks at her cuticles, "...my guardians would be very understanding and forgiving?" she says hesitantly, yet hopefully.

I have to suppress a grin at her response as I want to remain firm. I need her to understand when Mike and I say there will be consequences, we aren't joking around.

"Try again." I raise one eyebrow as a warning.

Sighing, she heeds my warning and answers me properly, "You said there would be no warnings for misbehavior, just consequences, sir."

"Exactly." I unbuckled my belt and motioned Julie over. Once she was within reach, I grabbed her wrist and held her close as I delivered seven rapid strokes to her unsuspecting behind. Julie tried twisting out of my grasp but I held her firmly as I spanked her harshly with my hand. "After your fifteen minute lunchbreak, I expect you to come down here and get this mess cleaned up straightaway."

I continued to spank her with my hand as she struggled.

"Ow, ow sh...shoot. Okay okay, Shane, I'll get this cleaned up right after lunch," Julie relented.

I smacked her once more for good measure.

"I mean it, Julie, right after lunch and if I catch you on your phone again when you're supposed to be working, I won't hesitate to take you over my knee here, and again at home before bed. Am I clear?"

"Yes sir." Julie rubbed her sore bottom as I ushered her upstairs to the lunchroom.