Teen Trials

Under Pressure

"I am going to school!" Emma snapped, standing by the front door with her arms crossed.

"You don't even have school supplies yet." Hunter said, calmly. "We are leaving in twenty minutes Emma, are you going dressed in your jammies today?"

Emma stomped her foot, reasoning that they didn't have time to make her do stairs. "Then take me to get school supplies! RIGHT! NOW!"

Hunter sat down on the couch, "Come here."

"No..." Emma whined.

Amy stopped packing her husband's lunch to make sure she wasn't going need to step in. He wasn't typically one to threaten a spanking before a serious grievance had been committed. Sure she was pitching a fit, but a much more controlled one than she had the last 2 days.

"Emma, I had to give you a spanking yesterday, I had to give you a spanking Monday, so let's just get this spanking over with." Hunter sighed. She had been fine the first week of having to miss school, but the second week had dawned with her feeling frustrated. "At least then you will have time to do your makeup."

Amy rolled her eyes at what she was sure her husband thought was kindness and practicality. "Emma listen to Daddy," Amy called from the kitchen.

"Why do you always take his side?!" Emma shouted back.

"Believe it or not, I am taking yours. Obey. Now."

Emma sighed but walked over to Hunter and stood just outside of his reach. Hunter leaned forward and pulled her between his legs. "You are going to go full days until they say otherwise. Am I going to have to give you a warm bottom every morning?"

"I want to go to school."

"I hear you, Ems. That's not happening today. I've seen you putting in the work. I am hoping they will release you soon."

"But you are my Dad. Tell them I get to go to school!"

"I am counting on the doctors to tell us, Ems."

"Look how fat I've gotten!" Emma whined.

Amy bit her tongue. The girl had weighed in yesterday and she was 101, she had put on about 10 pounds, but not fat at all. They made the girls weigh turned away from the numbers, and instructed the adults not to talk about the numbers. No numbers in weight, no numbers in calories. "You aren't fat, Ems. The second they cut you lose, you will be at school." Hunter told her.

"And I get my car back?" Emma asked.

Hunter was unsure. The girl had been grounded for over a month, and they had searched her room twice in that time. She was ready to get a little more freedom, but he waant sure if he was ready to give it. "Maybe. Now do you need your bottom warmed for a third morning in a row?"