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For Kent, who's been politely
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The Canyon (part 2/2)
[. . . continued from part
As she listened to the car pull in, she had
a strong urge to run to the bathroom and pressed her legs tight
together. Much as she might want to go, Alyssa was afraid to
leave the corner. God forbid she be found somewhere else when
they came up. She felt a deep sense of chagrined shame roll
over her as she remembered the promises she made last time -
her vows never to go into the canyon again. Now, not only had
she gone in, but she had brought Sara with her, gotten the younger
girl in trouble. She heard her parents talking and her eyes
welled up with new tears.
The conversation went on and on, her mother's
voice sounding insistent. Alyssa took comfort in that, thinking
that maybe her father didn't want her spanked. Her mind reverted
to a familiar guilty fantasy. Mom dead, or at least gone. Dad
raising both her and Sara, Alyssa being both child and adult
helping with her little sister. There were times she felt guilty
for these thoughts, but she didn't ever try and stop having
them. At moments like these Alyssa found the thoughts completely
Her imaginings were interrupted by the sound
of footsteps on the stairs. Her heart sped up as their steps
got closer and closer to her door, which was standing open.
She heard them come in, and then silence.
"I already 'talked' to her once you know,
Stephen. Because she tried to hide from me when I called her.
But I told her the disobedience was between the two of you."
Alyssa squeezed her eyes shut as her mother
spoke, surprised at the feelings of anger and hate mixed with
shame that coursed through her. It was so easy for her to see
this situation as all her mother's doing. Daddy didn't really
want to spank her again but was just being goaded into it.
Her mother ran out of things to say as she
watched her husband watch their daughter, the girl standing
in the corner so innocently obedient, so young and small. She
tried to think of one last barb to send - at him? at her? -
and finally shook her head, leaving the room with an audible
The silence in the room continued. Alyssa
curled her toes, counted to one hundred and then to another
hundred. Still Daddy said nothing. Finally, without turning
around, she whispered,
He sighed and paused a moment.
"Sorry for what?"
The question caught her off guard.
"For disobeying you," she stammered.
"I wonder," he replied. "If
you hadn't been caught, would you still be sorry?"
Alyssa stuttered at this. She wasn't expecting
that question. A 'yes' formed in her mouth before she could
push it down. But she stopped before saying it. Instead she
offered the unsure answer.
"I - I don't know, Daddy." Still
in the corner, Alyssa hung her head in shame.
"You know we expect you to be responsible
for your sister. Your mother and I need to be able to trust
At that Alyssa burst into angry sobs, crossing
her hands over her mouth and actually stomping her feet just
a bit. Her father froze for a second, completely surprised,
then came up behind Alyssa, gathering her into his arms. She
clung to him, crying and saying "nononononononono!"
"Shhh. Now come on, sweetheart, tell
Daddy what's wrong."
Between gasping sobs that sounded as if her
heart was breaking, Alyssa sobbed out the complaint of older
siblings everywhere - a form of the biblical 'I am not my sister's
"But I don't wanna be responsible. It
makes everything my fault! I wish I was the little
sister and Sara had to be responsible for me!" Her sobs
broke again fresh, drowning further words.
Stephen was taken aback by his daughter's
emotional cry. He hadn't intended it, but her frustration offered
him a chance to teach her a bit more about obedience, responsibility
and freedom than a mere spanking ever could hope to. Putting
aside his plans to strap Alyssa, he rocked her gently a bit
longer, at first calming her and then scolding her softly.
"Well, you're going to be treated like
a little girl right now, young lady. A little girl who disobeyed
her daddy and broke a promise she made to him the last time
he punished her. Who went somewhere dangerous where no-one could
help her if something bad happened. And a little girl who hid
from her mommy instead of coming when she was called."
Stephen set the still-sniffling Alyssa down in front of him,
looking at the top of her downturned head. "What do you
think such a naughty little girl's daddy ought to do now?"
Alyssa squirmed a bit, afraid to give the
answer, finding it shameful. Her knee shrank away from contact
with his leg.
"I don't know."
Steven tilted her chin up with his finger
and looked directly into his daughter's eyes. "Don't you?"
Dropping her gaze again, Alyssa shook her
"Alyssa Jane, don't you think you're
in enough trouble without lying to me? Now you tell me what
I ought to do with a little girl like that?"
Wiping the back of her hand across her face
and nose, Alyssa murmured, "DeservestobepunishedIguess."
"You guess right. How? How do naughty
little girls get punished in this house?"
"Spankin's." Alyssa's discomfort
was acute and she rubbed her bottom a little as an unpleasant
tingle became apparent.
"And don't you deserve to be spanked?"
"Yes, but - but, Daddy," Alyssa
whined. "I did get spanked already!"
"For going in the canyon?" His eyes
seemed to bore into her. Not unkind, but piercing. "Or
for disobeying your mother?"
Alyssa closed her eyes a second and muttered,
"I guess it was for disobeying Mom." Like the witch
didn't already tell you that.
Her father nodded, his finger gently stroking
"You know, when I heard you disobeyed
me after promising not to, I was going to strap you with my
belt. So that you'd remember your promises."
As he spoke, Alyssa felt a cold hand of fear
on her heart. "Please, please Daddy, don't - don't -"
Her voice broke again as she groped for words of protest.
Registering his daughter's reaction, Stephen
continued. "But talking with you has made me realise that
you don't appreciate the responsibilities and privileges of
being a grown-up girl."
She wiped her eyes again, listening.
"So, until this time next week, we're
going to make sure that you're safe and do as you're told by
treating you just the way we did when you were a little five-year-old.
Is that clear?"
Alyssa heard him, but her emotions were focused
on the relief she felt over not being strapped with his belt.
Anything but that. She nodded in a somewhat dazed manner. He
watched her carefully, quite sure she didn't understand
at all, but would by the end of the week.
"You're going to be expected to be a
very good girl, because nothing you're going to be
asked to do is hard for someone your age. And when you aren't
good you're going to be punished. Every night before you go
to bed, I'm going to come up to your room and we'll talk about
your day. If you or Mommy has to tell me that you've been naughty,
you're going to get a hard bare-bottom paddling over my lap.
If you've been a good girl, you'll get a little reminder spanking
and story. Do you understand me, young lady?"
She nodded again. This sounded like a really
good deal. His look indicated he expected an answer and she
heard her voice squeak out, "Yes, Daddy", as he thought
to himself, "Aly's not such a big girl really."
"Good. Now we're going to go tell Mommy
and then you and I will have a discussion about you disobeying
me today." His voice had become a bit gentler, slower and
firmer. The voice of a parent speaking to a very little child.
Alyssa felt tears spring to her eyes. She shook her head at
"I don't wanna tell Mommy."
"You don't need to," he said as
he watched her curl her little finger toward her mouth. For
a moment he couldn't remember the last time he'd seen her make
that childish gesture. He knew it had been years and with that
knowledge came a protective surge. "I'm going to explain
it all to Mommy."
Her eyes filled with tears and Stephen saw
her tremble and wondered if she was shrinking at the thought
of her mother's ridicule. Remembering the tension earlier and
realising this would be easier to explain without her standing
there, he changed his mind and returned Alyssa to the corner,
warning her to stay right there until he came back.
Alyssa nodded, slipping into a place of quiet
tears as she stood, forehead pressed against the cool paint,
trying to remember if she'd felt differently when she was five,
if the world had seemed different somehow. Her mind focused
in on watching cartoons on Saturday with Daddy, early in the
morning before her mother got up and they started breakfast.
Just the two of them sitting on the couch, both still sleepy
in robes and slippers watching the "Bugs Bunny and Roadrunner
Show". Alyssa's mind drifted still further and she remembered
that she'd never liked the roadrunner but had always cheered
the coyote and wished he'd get to win sometimes. Now though,
Alyssa realised that the coyote would eat the roadrunner and
she didn't really want that either. That, she decided, was the
way she was different now than when she was five. At five she
thought the roadrunner could lose and still not die.
"Alyssa Jane! Don't you make me call
you again! Come over here right now!" The girl's meditation
was interrupted by the sound of her mother's voice. She turned
toward her parents, her face streaked with tears, wiping her
cheeks with the sleeve of her pyjamas. Alyssa's father fished
a tissue from his pocket and held it out to the child. Not to
take, but to use.
"Blow, Aly. There's a good girl."
He found himself unconsciously stroking the back of her head
as he wiped her face clean with the tissue.
"Don't you mean good baby? Too
untrustworthy to be a good girl anymore, Alyssa has to be treated
like a baby??"
Alyssa flushed red and started to argue. "Mom,
honest I promise I won't do it again really. I'm not a baby."
Stephen headed off the fracture he felt brewing,
"No," he said firmly, "but you're a very little
girl. Not old enough to be trusted without supervision. And
expected to do what she's told, when she's told to."
Alyssa nodded, face turned down toward the
He continued, "And now little Aly and
me are going to Mommy's and my room so she can get her bottom
paddled hard for being such a naughty and disobedient little
girl. While you're getting your spanking, Aly, Mommy is going
to take all the things you're not grown-up enough for yet out
of your room. You'll get them back next week if you can show
us you can be trusted to be a good girl again."
Alyssa, too caught up in her dread of being
spanked to wonder at what would be removed from her room, let
herself be led numbly by her father out of her bedroom and down
the hall into her parents' room.
She stood in the centre of the room next to
her parents' bed while her father went inside his walk-in closet.
She knew what he'd return with - a light-coloured wooden paddle,
shaped like a supermarket fly-back paddle but of some sort of
light but very strong hard wood. Her toes curled in the deep
carpet as she remembered how much it would sting. Daddy's spankings
Stephen came out holding the paddle at his
side. She looked at the floor, feeling a wave of sickness pass
over her, feeling an ever stronger desire for the bathroom.
She looked up at him pleadingly. As soon as Alyssa looked up,
her father pulled out the chair from his desk and sat down,
motioning her to him. Seated, Alyssa was just at eye-level with
him as she stood in front of him, their knees almost touching.
Her father put the paddle down next to the chair and then pulled
Alyssa's panties then pyjamas down to her knees.
"Alyssa, I don't ever want to hear that
you've broken a promise you've made to me again, is that clear?"
Tears sprang immediately to Alyssa's eyes.
She nodded, aware that her pyjama top barely covered her bottom.
"Answer me, Alyssa. Is that clear?"
"Yes, Daddy . . . I'm really sorry."
"You're certainly going to be."
And with that pronouncement he lifted Alyssa up and over his
knees, holding her tightly so neither her feet nor hands could
reach the floor. Without any further conversation, he started
spanking her. Just with his hand, but hard. Though her bottom
had no real marks from her mother's spankings, it was still
tender and it took only a few hard smacks for her tears to begin
again. Alyssa's feet kicked helplessly as the spanking got still
harder and faster. This accomplished nothing except to move
the spanking lower onto her legs which the girl felt sure hurt
more than anything else in the world.
"Are you going to be a good little girl
this week? Or am I going to have to paddle you again?"
Her sobs were fast and convulsive, but she
gasped out her intention to be so very good.
"Good girl. I believe you. But I'm going
to paddle you right now so you don't forget your promise. And
with that he picked up the paddle and smacked it down hard on
the centre of her bottom. Alyssa howled, not caring who heard
her. The smack was followed with spanks every bit as hard until
her bottom was a deep, dark red.
"Why don't Mommy and I let you play in
the canyon, Alyssa?"
She sobbed some more but answered quickly.
"'Cause of s-s-snakes and s-s-stuff."
"That's right," her father said,
paddling her harder as he thought more of the danger both girls
could have been in. "Poisonous snakes that could kill you
before a grown-up could find you. And even if we found you,
you could still lose your hand or leg or even go blind."
The paddle cracked down hard. Alyssa kicked,
constrained by her panties and PJs. After the next smack, her
still-harder kick, accompanied by a little girl wail of hurt,
removed them altogether.
"We love you. And it's our job to make
sure you aren't hurt." With a final dozen hard paddle whacks,
Alyssa's father finished and sat, a bit winded, with the girl
over his lap. Her brown hair had fallen forward and covered
her streaming face. He let her quiet down a bit and then gently
turned her over so she was sitting on his lap. He tried not
to smile at her wince as her sore bare bottom landed firmly
on his leg. Alyssa hugged herself to him and buried her face
in his chest, tears dampening his chest. He tightened his grip
on his daughter and stroked her hair, letting her cry herself
"I know you are, sweetheart. Hush now."
As Stephen gently rocked her, he noticed Alyssa's
little finger edge toward her mouth where she sucked it gently.
At first this action was covert, but then, as sleep caught up
with her it became unembarrassed. She fell asleep in his arms.
He stood up carefully and gently carried her
to her room, sliding her into the turned-down bed. Alyssa rolled
from her side to her tummy, still fast asleep, little finger
still in her mouth. Cool sheets covered her hot sore bottom
as her father tucked the covers tight around her.
Stephen kissed her gently on the forehead
and stood - glancing around at the empty bookshelves before
he left. Stephen couldn't help but wonder if Alyssa really understood
what the coming week would be like.
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