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?”

“Maybe it needs to be more than warmed this morning.” Amy said, coming into the living room.

“That’s mean, Momma.” Emma complained.

“Is she right?” Hunter asked.

“No. I will go get ready.”

“And your behavior at the center today?”

“It’s always good now.” Emma reached back to rub the imaginary sting from her bottom. “That spanking last week hurt a lot.”

“It was supposed to. Alright, go up and get ready.”

“Yes sir.” Emma said, sadly. She slowly started up the stairs.

“Throw her a bone.” Amy said softly, coming to sit at her husband’s feet.

“How?” Hunter asked.

“Let her shut her door.” Amy said.

“Are we sure that we’re there?”

“Please?” Amy begged, resting her chin on his knee.

Hunter leaned down and kissed her lips. “We have ten minutes, both boys are asleep, wanna go make a fourth kid?”

Amy laughed, “No, this house is crazy enough for now.”

“Alright. Your idea, you go tell her.”

Amy stood up to go wash the breakfast dishes. “It will mean more coming from you.” She has noticed Hunter not really spending time with the girl in the last month.

Hunter went up the stairs, and poked his head into Emma’s room. “This can shut now.” He said pulling the door towards him for emphasis.

“Really?” Emma asked.

“Yes. Momma and I see you are trying baby. We can’t let you go back to school yet, but we do want to reward your progress.”

“Thank you!” Emma said dropping her curling iron and running over to hug Hunter.

“You’re welcome. Eight more minutes.” He shut the door and went back downstairs.

Seven minutes later, Emma came downstairs and gave her mom a big hug. “Thank you!”

“What for?” Amy asked, squeezing the teen back.

“I know it was your idea to let me close my door. Thanks, Momma.”

“You’ve been doing really well, baby, keep it up.”

“Yes ma’am.” Emma went out to the truck, Hunter was already waiting in.