At the Foundation

Mike's pov

After a short lunchbreak, I took Lisa back to my office while Shane escorted Julie back to the file room. Stripping my belt through my pant loops and folding it in half, I was ready to continue disciplining our second youngest.

"Lower your pants and bend over my desk, Lisa."

"Mike, why? What did I do?" Lisa whined, unable to take her eyes off my belt.

"Did you seriously just ask me what you did? HOW ABOUT THE FACT THAT YOU LIED TO ME MULTIPLE TIMES YESTERDAY, BROKE CURFEW, WENT SOMEWHERE YOU WERE NOT ALLOWED TO GO, AND DAMAGED MY CAR? DOES ANY OF THAT RING A BELL, LISA?" I took a few steps back and breathed in and out slowly, trying to get my temper under control.

"I'm doing you a favor right now by splitting up your belting into installments, not to mention the fact that I'm cutting in half the amount you would have been receiving with my new very thick belt but if you'd prefer to be taken over my knee two more times today to be spanked by hand and still receive the forty-three strokes with my new belt tonight, then so be it, Lisa. The choice is yours." I'm in no mood to coddle nor placate her after her outrageous behavior last night.

"No no, Mike, I'll bend over the desk. I'm sorry, I just keep upsetting you and now you hate me. I can't do anything right. I just don't know..." Lisa broke down in tears, finally facing the extent to which she disappointed Mike. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry," she repeated as she sobbed.

Sighing, I took Lisa into my arms and comforted her. Despite not wanting to coddle her, I couldn't ignore Lisa's cry for help.

"Shhhh, baby, don't cry. Shhhh." I held her against my chest as I rocked and soothed her until she calmed down.

Holding her by the shoulders, I said, "Look at me, Lisa. I need you to look at me and listen. Understand?" I waited for her to comply. Once she looked me in the eye and nodded, I continued. "Yes, I'm very upset with the choices you made yesterday to lie to me and disobey me but..." I held her chin to keep her eyes on me, "...there is nothing you could ever do to make me hate you and I think you know that. Don't you, darlin'?"

Lisa shook her head no then collapsed against my chest as fresh tears started to fall.

"Oh, sweetheart," I lamented, as I rubbed her back. "You have to know how much I love you. Right?"

She shook her head no again as she wiped her eyes.

Pulling back, brushing her hair from her eyes, I held her face in my hand and softly but sternly said, "Lisa Michelle, don't you ever question my love for you again. Do you understand me?" I wiped a stray tear from her cheek with my thumb before delivering a sharp swat to her backside. "Not ever," I repeated, tilting her chin up. "I expect an answer, young lady. Do you understand me?" I kept my tone gentle but serious.

"Yes sir," Lisa finally relented, accepting that I wasn't disciplining her out of anger, far from it actually.

"I'm willing to eliminate one hour of reflection time and ten strokes of the belt if you continue to cooperate, Lisa. Do we have a deal?" I don't think my daughter has any idea that I want to forego this discipline as much if not more so than she does. Neither Shane nor I enjoy this part of being a parent but we both recognize its necessity.

Lisa looked down and nodded which elicited a sigh from me.

"If I don't receive a proper verbal answer in the next ten seconds, Lisa, the deal's off.

"Yes sir, we have a deal." Lisa didn't want to let this slight reprieve slip through her fingers.

"Alright, I need you to bend over the desk now, sweetheart." Time to switch back into the role of stern parental authority figure.

Lisa lowered her pants and assumed the position without hesitation or complaint so I picked up my belt and tapped it against her panty clad behind.

"Ten strokes and one more hour of reflection time."

Wanting to get this overwith, I spanked Lisa ten times with my belt in rapid succession, painting the skin peeking out from beneath her panties a bright red.

Leaning over the desk, I patted her bottom and said, "I need you to pull your panties down and sit in the chair now."

Lisa sniffled and nodded so I slapped her right buttcheek hard as a reminder.

"I meant to say, yes sir. Sorry, Mike."

"That's alright, darlin'. Now take a seat." I turned away so Lisa could bare herself and get covered up while seated. "For your last hour of reflection, I want you to write down some ways you can earn the money to pay me back for the cost of the repairs to my car, aside from working here at the Foundation which you will be doing most nights and weekends. The remainder of the hour, you will sit silently and think about why you'll be receiving twenty-three strokes with my new belt tonight and how you can avoid being in this situation again in the future."

I handed Lisa the notebook and pen and took her phone.

"You won't be seeing this for sometime as part of your punishment and you won't be allowed to drive for the next four weeks. You're also grounded until you earn enough money to repay me. That means no electronics, no friends over, and you only leave the NJC to work here at the Foundation or to go to school or church. Have I made myself clear, Lisa Michelle?"

Holding the notebook and pen in her hands, Lisa looked up at me and sadly replied, "Yes sir, I understand."

"Good, your hour starts now." I returned to my desk to finish the two reports Neil wanted done by the end of the day.

The file room

Julie's pov

Ugghh, I keep getting notifications on my phone that I have an unread text and it's starting to get on my nerves. After it dings a few more times, I finally get up off the floor where I'm organizing the files to check who sent me the text. Oh, it's from Mike. He plans on being ready to leave around 5:30pm.

"Ahem!"

I turn, hearing someone clear their throat. It's Shane and he looks angry. Realizing he's glaring at me holding my phone, I quickly try to explain, "Oh, no, Shane, this isn't what it looks like," I say panicking. "I was just reading a text from..."

"Save it, Julie. I don't want to hear your excuses," Shane angrily interrupts. "Didn't I make it very clear to you that you were not to be on your phone until you finished your work?"

"No, Shane, you don't understand, I was..." I try to explain that the text was from Mike but Shane interrupts me again.

"One more word, Julie, and I will turn your bedtime spanking into a week long belting." Shane gave me a look indicating he was dead serious and his threat was definitely not idle. "Don't test me, young lady. Now, get over my knee." Shane propped his leg up on a file cabinet and draped me over his thigh.

He pulled my pants beneath my hips and started spanking me. Judging by the force of each painful slap, Shane clearly wanted to prove a point with this spanking.

"I warned you what would happen if I found you on your phone again, yet you chose to purposely disobey me, Julie, so now you're going to accept the consequences of your actions without complaint. Understand?"

"But, Shane, I was just trying..."

Interrupting me yet again, Shane started spanking my thighs relentlessly with his strong calloused hand.

"I said without complaint, Julie Elizabeth, so I strongly suggest you close your mouth or I'll make this spanking much worse."

I struggled to push myself up off his thigh but he wrapped his left arm tighter around my torso in response, quickly thwarting my escape attempt. Shane now focused the spanking on my sit spots as retribution for fighting this punishment.

He quickly brought me to tears, delivering spanks harsh enough to leave handprints. I finally gave up on trying to avoid this thrashing and went limp over Shane's leg. It was too late to save my butt at this point anyway. Clearly, this was not my day. First, Lisa got me in trouble with Mike, now Mike got me in trouble with Shane.

Shane pulled up on the waistband of my panties, exposing the globes of my ass which he spanked thoroughly. When he was done, he readjusted my underwear and patted my bottom.

"We'll finish this spanking before your bedtime tonight as promised. In the meantime, I'm going to stand watch over you until you finish organizing all these files." He pointed to the pile in a heap on the floor. "As I obviously can't trust you to complete your work without constant supervision."

Shane rubbed my burning backside before giving me one last stinging slap.

Lifting me up off his thigh, he pulled my pants up and ordered, "Now get back to work."

Later that night at the NJC

Lisa's pov

It's been a helluva long day already being on punishment all day at the Foundation with Mike but the worst is yet to come. Mike told me to meet him in his room after dinner at 7:30pm. It's 7:27pm right now. I took a deep breath and rubbed my still sore behind, although that didn't help since my skin was practically rubbed raw in spots from the sandpaper. I sighed and knocked twice on Mike's door.

"Come in, Lisa," I heard him shout.

Walking into his room, I was a little taken aback seeing his new belt on his bed coiled up like a deadly snake ready to strike and inject its venom into an unwitting victim. I swallowed hard and stopped dead in my tracks, unable to focus now on anything other than his new leather weapon, purchased solely for the purpose of tanning our hides.

"Sit down on the bed and tell me why you're about to receive twenty-three strokes with that belt tonight, young lady." Mike motioned toward his bed before leaning against the back of his desk and crossing his arms over his chest.

Reluctantly, I sat down, wincing at the uncomfortable sensation brought about by the friction of my sweats rubbing against my aching backside. I looked down at the belt, uncomfortable with its close proximity, like when a stranger sits too close to you on the subway. I was ashamed to admit I was quite intimidated by this inanimate strip of leather.

Mike cleared his throat loudly to garner my attention.

"I'm waiting." He narrowed his eyes at me and scowled.

Oh yeah, the preliminaries still needed to be completed. I'm not gonna lie, this is low key embarrassing having to recite the reasons for my spanking like a naughty toddler being taught a lesson by daddy but I know there is no way around it.

"I lied to you multiple times, went somewhere I wasn't supposed to be, broke curfew, and damaged your car in the process."

"You clearly know what you did wrong, Lisa, so take your pants and underwear down and bend over the bed so we can get this overwith." Mike stood and walked over to me. Picking up his new belt, he placed his right hand on the small of my back to hold me in position. "I want you to count them out followed by sir."

Releasing his hold on my back, I flinched feeling Mike's cold hand move to my bottom. He gently rubbed his hand up and down my back and patted my behind as he lectured.

"You know I don't tolerate dishonesty, Lisa. The multiple lies you told me last night broke my trust and you're going to have to earn that back as you'll be without several privileges until you do."

Without warning, Mike slapped his belt across my bare backside causing me to yelp, both from the surprise and the pain. Mike waited a moment before spanking my left thigh firmly with his hand, since I forgot to count the stroke.

"Ow, one sir," I said, suddenly remembering. His new belt hurt like a son of a bitch.

By stroke four my tears flowed freely. Having been spanked and sat upon sandpaper by Mike multiple times throughout the day, my ass was sore before the belting even began but now I felt like my skin was covered with fire ants. Mike managed to spank in such a way that the tip of his belt hit right against my sit spots. Alternating spanks between each cheek, it felt like he was holding a lit match against my skin.

After biting my tongue through strokes eleven and twelve, I couldn't help reaching back on stroke thirteen to protect my bottom from further assault.

"Remove your hand, Lisa," Mike sternly commanded, but I couldn't. It just hurt too bad. He slapped my right hand away but I quickly returned it to the same place.

"Mike please!" I begged, as I cried. I heard Mike sigh before he gently gripped my wrist and held it against my back. I clutched his sheets in my left hand and counted through my clenched jaw as I weathered my way through the remaining ten strokes. This was perhaps the most painful spanking I had ever endured at Mike's hand.

After saying, "Twenty-three sir," I just laid limp on his bed and cried, unwilling to move as Mike comforted me by rubbing soothing circles on my back and bottom.

"Shhh, it's over now, baby. You're alright," he whispered softly, over and over. My eyes felt very heavy so I quit fighting to keep them open and quickly succumbed to sleep.

Mike's pov

Hearing Lisa's sobs subside and her breathing even out, I knew she had fallen asleep. As gently as possible, I lifted her underwear back over her cherry red bottom, trying hard not to wake her. I slowly pulled her sweats off and swung her legs up onto my bed so she was lying comfortably on her stomach. Grabbing a blanket from my closet I placed it over my beautiful baby girl and kissed her on the cheek.

"Sleep tight, sweetheart," I whispered, before turning out the lights.

Shane's room

Shane's pov

I told Julie to change into her pajamas, brush her teeth, finish getting ready for bed and then come to my room. When she arrived, it was time to deliver the bedtime spanking she earned earlier at the Foundation by disobeying my directive to stay off her phone.

"I want you to lower your pajama pants and get over my knee, Julie." I grabbed my desk chair, placed it smack dab in the center of the room, sat down and patted my lap. Of course instead of doing what she was told, Julie began to argue.

"Shane, you don't have to do this. You wouldn't let me explain earlier," she whined.

"Can you please just do what you're told for once, Julie? It's been a long day and I'm in no mood to prolong this."

"No, you d..."

"Did you seriously just tell me no, little girl?" I immediately stood up and unbuckled my belt.

"I wasn't telling you no, Shane. Please, just stop interrupting me and listen." Julie held up her hands in surrender and backed away from me.

I exhaled loudly and crossed my arms over my chest.

"What exactly is there to explain? You deliberately disobeyed me knowing full well what the consequences would be. Didn't you?"

"No, I mean, yes." Julie was clearly frustrated and flustered so I decided to hear her out, knowing whatever she had to say wouldn't have any effect on the spanking she was about to receive. "Yes, I was on my phone but it was only because Mike texted me so I wasn't really disobeying you."

"Julie, I don't care if the Queen Mum herself texted you to say she was abdicating the throne. If I tell you not to do something, you best not do it. Understand?" I can't believe she honestly thought this would grant her clemency.

"We're in America, Shane," Julie mumbled, loudly enough for me to hear.

"Okay, I don't care if the President of the United States of America texts to invite you to the White House, Julie. When I tell you to stay off your phone, you stay off your phone. Period. End of discussion." I spoke sternly as I'm annoyed now with her stalling tactics.

"But it was Mike," she whined softly.

"Do you honestly think, Julie, that if you didn't respond to one of Mike's texts and he became upset with you that he wouldn't understand if I told him it was because I had banned you from your phone? Do you, Julie?" I'm beginning to lose my patience.

"No, I guess not," Julie said sheepishly, while staring at the floor.

"Good, now that's settled, lower your pajama pants and get over my knee." I sat down and patted my lap, ready to begin her spanking.

When Julie assumed the position, I began spanking her hard over her panties. After a sufficient warm-up, I slipped my hand under her waistband and folded her panties back beneath her hips. I proceeded to deliver the rest of Julie's spanking on her bare bottom, leaving no spot of her naughty behind unblemished.

Julie wriggled on my lap as the swats came faster and harder. Her bottom bounced and reddened further with each and every painful slap I planted on her backside. I felt her squeeze my pant leg tightly after a particularly harsh smack between her upper thighs. I continued to slap at her sit spots in an upward motion until Julie finally quit struggling against me and ceased fighting this punishment.

Resting my right hand on her inflamed buttocks, I felt the heat radiating off her skin on the palm of my hand.

I waited for her heart rate and breathing to slow before asking her, "Are you going to listen and obey the next time I tell you not to do something, Julie?"

"Yes sir," she sniffled, and wiped the tears from her cheeks.

I spanked her firmly across the center of her bottom.

"Are you sorry you disobeyed me?"

"Yes sir." Her voice was hoarse from crying.

I closed my eyes momentarily as it pained me to see my daughter hurting, especially at my own hand.

Bringing her underwear and pajama pants up to cover her throbbing bottom, I patted her behind and said, "I want you to stand and speak your apology."

Sniffling, shoulders shaking, tears falling, Julie stood before me and offered a heartfelt apology, "I'm sorry I disobeyed you, Shane. I didn't mean to disrespect you."

I don't believe I've ever heard a more sincere apology from her. I engulfed Julie in my arms, wanting her to know she was forgiven. I held her flush against me, arms encircling her as I kissed the top of her head.

"If only you girls would listen the first time you're told," I thought out loud.

Julie looked up at me with tears still in her eyes.

"I'm sorry, Shane."

I brushed the hair out of her eyes and wiped her tears.

"But where would be the fun in that?" Julie said, with a sly grin and mischievous twinkle in her eye that gets her both into and out of so much trouble.

Gripping her chin, I narrowed my eyes, gave her a stern look and slapped her behind.

"Julie Elizabeth!" I warned, before breaking out in a broad smile, wiping the panicked look off her face. "I wouldn't have it any other way, luv." I chuckled and hugged my precious troublemaker. "I wouldn't have it any other way," I repeated softly, as she snuggled deeper into my embrace.