Growing up McGarrett

The Punishment

You know how light travels faster than sound? You see the lightening then count for the thunderclap to estimate the distance. Well I sure felt the first smack before I heard it. It stung like hell. He wasn't messing around. No warm up easy slaps, this was straight down to business. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! "I cannot believe that you behaved the way you did today, Samantha". SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! "How dare you speak to anyone, let alone a teacher like that?" SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! The slaps were coming hard and fast. He has big hands and they sure do make their impression. He seemed to be able to cover my whole butt with each one. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! "You were not brought up to believe that behaviour of this kind would be tolerated." The tears were already pouring from my eyes, as much in shock at the intensity of the slaps as because of how much they hurt. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! You certainly were never given the impression that I would advocate abusive and profane language being used towards a teacher! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! "Ow, ow, ow," I blub through each volley of shots and round of lecture. "Absolutely rude, SMACK!, disobedient,  SMACK! , disrespectful, SMACK!" "I am truly disappointed in you right now." "I'm sorry", I howl trying my hardest not to put my hands back to shield my fiery butt. "I'm glad to hear it". SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!, "You sure as hell will be sorry when I'm done!" With that he pulled down my shorts and underwear baring my backside to his assault. I knew better than to protest at that point.
He continued to spank me for what seemed like an eternity. He kept moving position where the slaps would land, being sure to cover my whole butt. I sobbed and howled but nothing slowed him down. "I really am sorry Daddy and I'm ashamed of how I behaved". He stopped. My butt was on fire, every inch of it burning. He waited a few moments then pulled back up my clothes. They felt like a cheese grater being pulled across my raw skin. I did feel ashamed and I was sorry but I was also angry. I hated him at that moment. Why did he have to always be so tough? He let me get to my feet and he tried to hug me but I pushed away from him. I could see surprise in his eyes. Any time he had punished me before I had cuddled into him after, knowing that I had deserved what I had received, but not this time. I didn't want cuddles, I just wanted him to leave. Without saying anything I went to my bed and lay on my front, burying my face in my pillow to stifle the sobs. I heard him get up from the chair and then felt him sit next to me on my bed. "It's ok" he said putting his hand gently on my back in an attempt to calm me. I shrugged it off "If you are finished please go away" I said. I felt him stiffen as if I had hit him. Then he sighed. "Ok", he said, "I'll leave you be". With that he got up and left my room. My tears exploded, part of me wanted him to stay but the other part was so humiliated and angry at him. My emotions overwhelmed me. Eventually my sobs lessened and I grew very tired. Despite the fire down below I fell asleep.