Teen Trials

Consequences and Canes

Hunter took a note from Amy and walked into the teens room without knocking. True to her word, she was reading on her bed. "Hey kid, ready to talk?"

Emma watched him put a paddle with holes drilled into it down on her desk, as well as what looked like a very heavy stick to her. "No, but I know we have to."

Amy sat next to the teen on her bed, and Hunter leaned against her desk, mostly blocking her view to the implements. "If it makes you feel any better, Momma and I feel the same."

"No, not really." Emma said honestly.

"Fair enough," Hunter said. "You know the ten and a half million reasons that none of this behavior is acceptable, right?"

"Yes Sir."

"So we can just move to handing down your sentence?"

"Yes Sir."

"Alright, know that we understand that this punishment is going to be harsh, but we believe that you will handle it gracefully and we will be able to all put this behind us." Emma shifted uncomfortably, but didn't speak. "Before I hand down this sentence, where are we at with the Logan thing?"

Emma leaned to the side, peering around him to the implements on the desk. "I have a feeling that you are about to give me a really good incentive to not see him anymore."

Hunter nodded. "I am, but I want to know that it's going to change your behavior. I do not like spanking you ever, I am really not going to like giving you this spanking, but if you continue to see this boy who hurt you, then I will have to keep paddling you. Do you understand?"

"I don't want to lie to you guys anymore. Can I tell you how I feel about the Logan thing after the paddling?"

Amy rolled her eyes at the girls question. "Sure." Leave it to Emma to be looking at the paddle that was going to be tearing her up and decided that in that moment she was the saint of honesty.

"Okay, so you are getting fifteen with the paddle for seeing Logan again, and another ten with it for sneaking around."

The last time Emma had gotten the paddle it had only been six and she didn't think she was going to make it through the ten. Also, that paddle hadn't had holes. "What about for sneaking him into my room?"

"Momma is gonna spank you with her hand for being kicked out of camp. That will include having him in your room." Hunter told her. "You can keep the door, but Momma and I decided it stays open. You can change in your bathroom or closet. When we trust that you don't have a boy or drugs in your room, then you can close it."

Tears filled Emma's eyes at the reminder of the loss of trust. "Yes Sir."

"And all the way open, Ems. Not cracked." Amy added.

"Yes ma'am."

"You are grounded until we say otherwise and it will be a long time until we say otherwise. When school starts back up, you may use your car to get to and from school, and youth group if you decide you want to continue that."

"And dance?" Emma asked nervously.

"We are going to talk about dance last." Amy told her, scooting closer to the teen, knowing the hard part was coming up. Emma allowed the woman to pull them both back against her headboard.

"I am going to leave this cane on your desk tonight. Tomorrow after church, you are going to get twelve swats with it for using drugs. That can never happen again, and if it does Emma, I don't know. I will quadruple the number or something." He vowed.

"Yes Sir."

"You don't have to go to church on Sundays if you don't want to, but either Momma or I will be staying home with you for the foreseeable future, if you choose to stay home."