Behave Yourself

Quit being a smart ass

Chapter 38

Saturday, 5:30 am

In the bunker

Katie's POV

Katie: Dad, wait.

Dad: For what? Your explanation on why you dyed your hair, at 5 in the morning?

It was actually 3:32 in the morning. Not that the exact time matters, right now. I'm about to get spanked, because I didn't think this through, like I thought I did.

Katie: It was actually 3-

Dad: Do you think that makes things any better for you? Honestly?

Katie: No. But if you're gonna accuse me of doing something, the least you could do is get the time right.

I don't even get to blink before he smacks the back of my head. Kinda hard, at that. What the fuck was that for? And why'd he do it so hard?

Katie: Ow!

Dad: Quit being a smart ass. I'm not accusing you of anything, Katelyn. You did it. I'm telling you what you did, behind my back, because you knew I'd say no. And you're trying to be funny, with your smart ass comments about the time? I got the time wrong, and that's what you're worried about? Katie, I'm so tired of you doing shit behind my back, because you think you won't get in any trouble. I'm tired of it. We've had this conversation so many times, I'm starting to lose count. What do I have to do for you to start listening to me? Because nothing that I'm doing seems to be working. Do I have to be more strict on you? I thought I was already doing that, but apparently I'm not strict enough for you. He takes me inside my room I'm gonna spank you, bare, with my belt, and you're not gonna make a sound until I'm done. Do you understand me?

I don't say anything, seeing how upset he is with me. But not saying anything isn't making anything any better. Dad just looks more upset than he already did.

Dad: Katelyn Grace, do you understand me?!

I jump in surprise, and maybe a little fear, because he never yells at me. Not like that.

Katie: Yes, Sir.

Dad: Good. Come here.

He says that, as if he's not still holding my arm. He takes me over to my bed and sits down.

Dad: Pants down.

I pull my pants down and he pulls me over his knees. He pulls my underwear down, and starts bringing down his hand.

Swat Swat Swat Swat Swat Swat Swat Swat Swat Swat Swat Swat Swat Swat Swat Swat Swat Swat Swat Swat Swat Swat Swat Swat

This is really hard, for being just a warm up. Is this a warm up? Maybe not. Maybe he forgot about his belt. He didn't even take it off yet, so maybe he forgot about it.