What Andie didn't know—as Eric smacked and swatted her bare bottom where she stood in the corner—was that he had been doing a copious amount of research on this sort of thing. As in, the discipline in a relationship where punishments were agreed upon and expected if warranted.

Eric was more than a little surprised to find that this sort of thing was not only fairly common, but insanely popular and holding hundreds of social groups on the internet. There wasn't a shortage of information in books, articles, pod-casts, even experts on the subject who had no qualms with showing their faces on their lessons. It was absolutely mind boggling how brazen some people were about it.

But, it's where he learned how to speak accordingly, as well as instruct Andie what and what not to do.

Part of him felt compelled to tell her that he had looked into it, just to explain his vast improvement on the task of taking her in hand. Her surprise hadn't gone unnoticed these past few weeks as his expectations have changed and heightened. If he told her that he had been studying up on the subject, then perhaps it would bring her some comfort.

But another part of him—that sinister side that had reared its ugly head since that first bare bottom spanking—loved shocking her and keeping her confused.

Before her spanking had officially begun, Eric had instructed Andie to bunch her long night shirt around her waist. This kept her hands busy as he slipped his fingers into the waistband of her panties and tugged them down to her knees, not that she would have protested or tried to yank them back up. But, it took a little control from her, something that Eric was beginning to thoroughly enjoy. Something that she didn't seem to mind so much of either.

One minute into the spanking, Andie's hands were twisting in her nightshirt, and little gasps were escaping her lips. Eric was focusing the majority of the spanking on the lower curve of her cheeks, reddening the creamy orbs to a pretty pink before stopping to gently guide her from the corner by her elbow.

"What did you do that's earned you such a sound punishment, Andie?" Eric asked her as he took his place on the soft bench at the foot of her bed and carefully draped her over his lap.

"I lied," Andie answered respectfully, folding her hands on the bench and resting her chin atop her knuckles.

"You lied...?"

"Sir..." Andie corrected herself solemnly. "I lied, sir."

Eric's hand smoothed up and down the soft curve of Andie's bottom. "Not only to me, but to John as well."

"Barely..." Andie replied softly.

"What was that?"

"I barely lied to John," Andie explained, her chin lifting from her hands. "I didn't tell him directly that Morgan wasn't here, I just...shook my head a little."

"Andie, that's still a lie. You know that, don't you? If you don't understand that shaking your head in lieu of a verbal response is still a lie, than we're going to have to prolong this spanking for the lengthy discussion we have to include while you're getting your bottom warmed."

Andie dropped her chin to the backs of her hands. "I understand, sir."

"Good girl..." Eric offered an affectionate pat to her bottom. "Don't act like you're not as intelligent as both of us know you to be."

"I thought it was worth a try," Andie replied with a smile and a shrug, pulling a reluctant chuckle from Eric.

"A for effort, little sister. Now—" he landed a sharp swat to her right cheek. "No more commentary. You're getting a spanking for lying. If you take your punishment well, then it will end after your paddling. And if you misbehave during your punishment...?"

"I'll get the belt..." Andie whispered, terrified and curious at the prospect of feeling Eric's hot leather strike her bare skin.

"That's right..." Another affectionate pat to her bottom.

"E-Eric?" Andie suddenly chirped, her head popping up.

"Yes?"

"W-Will you hold me afterwards?"

Eric hesitated. His hand stilled on Andie's bottom. "...yes."

Andie's head lowered once again to the backs of her hands. "Thank you, sir."

Her spanking began. Eric always started at the low curve where her bottom bounced and burned the most. Then, he slowly inched his way upwards, his steady hand smacking from left to right until the whole of her bottom was red and well-punished. He took his time, something that both thrilled and tortured Andie. While part of her simply enjoyed being in the position of receiving a spanking across Eric's lap despite any discomfort that came with it, she also shared a part of her that inwardly writhed and screamed that it was just awful and that she couldn't possibly take anymore.

Andie never voiced those thoughts though. She was actually quite proud of her ability to swallow her cries and to hold her body still no matter how badly she wanted to whine and wriggle. It was when she wriggled that she earned something more severe; in this case, Eric's belt.

As the spanking progressed onto several minutes, Andie's gasps and whimpers turned to anguished moans and huffs as her chest started to heave the start of the pitiful cries that she inevitably produced. She wasn't a loud crier, another something she prided herself on. She cried softly, delicately, even. And she felt that Eric approved; loud enough that he could hear her, but not so loud that she was a sobbing, blubbering, mess.

Since she had a paddling following her spanking, Eric stopped early, and stood her up from his lap with the instructions to fetch her hairbrush. Her panties were long-gone, strewn on the floor from her earlier trip from the corner to his lap. Her nightshirt fell to cover her red bottom as Andie padded across the soft carpet to collect her hairbrush from the top of her white dresser.

The brush was made of a thick wood, a sturdy and beautifully designed accessory passed down from her grandmother. Andie adored it—maybe a little less now that it was being used to blister her bottom. The brush side was made of boar's bristles which made Andie's flaxen hair absolutely shine. And the wood side was a soft sanded brown that was smooth to the touch, and fire to her backside.

Obediently, Andie returned with the brush in hand and passed it into Eric's waiting hand. He spread his arms, helping her back over his knee, where she perched a little more nervously than before.

"Andie..."

"Yes, sir?" Andie squeaked.

"I know you don't like the hairbrush, but I need you to relax... Release the tension in your legs... There you go." He rubbed up and down the backs of her thighs encouragingly, and Andie forced a slow release of air from her lungs. "There's a good girl..." he praised, making her glow. She loved pleasing him. And he knew it. He was so good though, he had never taken advantage of it.

"So," he continued with the same tone that had delivered the 'there's a good girl...' "How many strokes with the brush would be appropriate for an infraction as bad as lying?"

Andie winced. She hated these questions. Why did she have to guess how many she deserved? Why couldn't Eric just wallop her a few and call it a night?

"Five...?" She asked hopefully, albeit weakly...

"Five? For lying to your guardian as well as another individual? I don't think so, Andie... Try again."

Grimacing, Andie's heart started to pound at the prospect of getting more than five smacks with the hairbrush. "Seven...?" She felt that an additional two was good enough, but Eric just sighed and without turning she could almost see his frown of disapproval.

"I think ten would be sufficient."

With a whimper, Andie burrowed her face into her arms.

Eric's hand disappeared from her bottom, and when it returned, his warm hand was replaced by the hard cool wood of her grandmother's hairbrush.

"Remember what I said," Eric's voice commanded her attention from above. "If you don't behave yourself during this paddling, then you'll be given a taste of my belt. Do you understand?"

"Yes, sir," Andie breathed, entirely aware of what 'behaving herself' looked like to Eric. He was referring to her keeping still. He didn't want to see her feet kick out outrageously, or wriggle across his lap in an attempt to get away from her punishment.

"Also," he continued matter-of-factly as if the very idea he was about to announce just popped into his head. "I want you to count each swat after I've delivered it. Understood?"

"Yes, sir."

The hairbrush tapped her right cheek three times. "Here we go," he said, considerately preparing her for the first strike.

Smack

The hairbrush was never delivered very harshly. In fact, he barely had to apply any force because the wood was fashioned straight from hell and hurt with the minimalist amount of effort.

It never ceased to blow Andie's mind how gently Eric could wield the hairbrush and still deliver a tremendous fury of fire in her bottom.

She took the first smack with a flinch. "One."

"One, sir," he corrected.

"One, sir."

Smack

The second swat landed on the opposite cheek, and again, Andie flinched. "Two, sir."

Smack

The third swat landed directly over the first where her bottom still tingled, and a small whimper bubbled from Andie's chest. "Three, sir."

Smack

The fourth swat landed directly over the second where, again, her bottom still tingled, but she swallowed that whimper. The pattern was clear. Eric would continue to deliver each swat on top of the other, and she needed to save her whines because it was about to hurt a lot more than those first four.

"Four, sir." Despite swallowing her whimper, her voice was strained. She was nervous for the next six. But she was Eric's good girl, she encouraged herself, and she would accept the punishment that she had earned.

Smack

"Five, sir," she barely controlled the whine that tore from her throat as she obediently counted. Her hands had released one another and were now gripping the cushioned bench with white knuckles.

Smack

Another whine and her body tensed beneath the pain that erupted in her bottom and spread through her limbs. "Six, sir."

Smack

Through grinding teeth she cried, squeezing her eyes shut and pitching her upper body forward as a relief to move something since she couldn't move her bottom. "Seven, sir."

Smack

"Eight, sir..." she groaned, her body losing the fight and feeling limp as her breath came out hard and fast.

Smack

"Niiiiine, sir!" She all but wailed, her hands curling into fists and her brow dampening with cold sweat.

She was almost there, Andie told herself. One more and the spanking would be over. She hadn't broken any of Eric's rules. She wouldn't have to feel his belt today.

Andie braced herself for the final swat, and when it arrived, she didn't bother holding in her cries any longer. Her whine dissolved into tears and shaky hiccups as Eric dropped the hairbrush and replaced the dreaded implement with his warm hand.

"Ten, sir," she sniffled, relaxing as Eric's hand soothed some of the heat from her bottom.

"Such a good girl..." he told her, his voice soothing all of her aches like warm honey. "You behaved perfectly and your punishment is over."

Andie released a long sigh of relief. "Thank you..."

Chuckling, Eric smoothed his hand up her back and then down to her thighs. "Come here," he ordered gently before helping her up from his lap. She sent him a skeptical look as if she were afraid he was going to add to her discipline, but when he simply held her in his lap, she recalled her request to be held after her spanking.

Andie's arms twined around Eric's neck and she buried her face in his shoulder. She breathed in his smell as her heart slowed its hammering.

"No more lying, right?" Eric confirmed sternly.

"No more lying."

"Even for your friends."

Andie frowned, her mind drifting to Morgan and wondering if she was getting her own spanking right now.

Leaning back, Andie looked at Eric. "Does John know that I get spankings?" She asked softly, her tone evidently giving away the embarassment she would feel if Eric had told somebody.

Eric's brows pulled together and a shadow of guilt crossed his features.

Frowning, Andie turned her attention to her hands that fiddled anxiously over Eric's chest. "So, Morgan knows...?"

"I think she would have confronted you on the matter if she knew... Andie, I'm sorry," Eric sighed, sensing how much it bothered Andie that somebody knew of how their relationship operated. "He picked up on it one evening at their place when I got onto you for not coming downstairs when I told you to."

Andie nodded like she understood, but Eric could still see the conflict in her eyes.

"Honey, I know it bothers you that somebody knows, but John and Morgan aren't just somebodies, right? They're our best friends who are doing the very same thing that we are doing."

"But Morgan and I have other friends," Andie argued. "What if she were to tell one of them?" She lowered her head again and a warm blush crawled up her neck. "Nobody else in my school gets spankings..."

Eric, hardly able to stand seeing Andie so anxious, cupped her cheek and brushed his thumb back and forth across her pink skin. "Hey," he lowered his head to her level. "Nobody is going to find out. Morgan would never hurt you like that. You would never tell anyone about John spanking Morgan, would you?"

"Of course not!"

"Then you have to trust that she would be just as confidential, knowing exactly the kind of position you're in."

Understanding seemed to dawn on Andie, and Eric watched as her anxieties dimished some. Then, without a word, she returned to his arms, holding him around the neck, and tucking her head into his shoulder.

Eric held her for a long time. It didn't matter that she wasn't wearing any underwear beneath her night shirt. The warm flesh of her bottom felt soft against his thigh, but it didn't distract him as it imagined it might. With her he had to be bigger and better than that. She deserved nothing less.

"Alright, let's get you to bed," he eventually spoke with a small pat to her bottom. "You have a spanking first thing in the morning and I'd hate to make you lose any more sleep."

"What?" She whined as Eric helped her to her feet. "But I was good!"

"Good enough to get out of a whipping," Eric corrected her with one stern eyebrow. "Not good enough to get out of the spanking I promised you tomorrow morning. Now, go." He ushered her into bed with a series of soft spanks to her bottom, following her all the way under the covers while she whined and fussed at his swatting.

Once she was properly tucked in, Eric kissed her forehead. He noticed how her eyes lingered on him before he shut off the lamp and bid her goodnight.