Page 89 of Dirty Discipline, Vol. 1

“All things are ready now, Troy. Follow me, please.”

Troy hands his empty punch cup to his sister. “I’ll be right back, Trace, and then I’d like to go home if that’s okay?”

She smiles and if he’s not mistaken, it looks as if she’s about to cry. “Sure thing, Troy.”

Father Henry leads him down a long hallway into the depths of the church. They stop first in a room labeled church office where Father Henry walks to the far wall of the room where a small array of punishment implements hang prominently from a line of hooks. The priest has several different weight canes, straps, and paddles to choose from and Troy is relieved when he chooses one of the smaller wooden paddles. He offers it to Troy with a short explanation.

“I’ve chosen this paddle because while the offense was serious and our young woman’s guilt is causing her great distress, it is her first punishment here at St. Michaels and I would like to observe how she handles the discipline. I’m sure you would agree that all TiH’s are different and need to have their punishments tailored for their specific needs.”

“Honestly, Father. I’m not feeling very comfortable for that very reason. I don’t know this young woman at all so how am I able to gauge real distress?”

“I will be there with you, my son, but you need to trust your judgment. I have a feeling you’re going to know exactly what our young woman needs once we get started.”

Troy thinks the old man is losing it, but since he’s already opened a door on the far side of the church office, Troy has no choice but to follow. He’s not exactly sure what he expected, but the sight that greets him gets his blood flowing, even though a part of him hates himself even as his pulse races.

Across the room, a young woman in a long skirt is kneeling on a three-foot wide padded kneeler that has been modified for its current purpose. Her body is draped forward over the extra wide kneeler, and he is able to make out leather restraints that lock her ankles to the far edges of the long, padded shelf supporting her tummy. The fiendish furniture displays her covered bottom perfectly for her upcoming chastisement and the restraints ensure she will not be moving until Father Henry allows it.

The final, and arguably most important, part of the scene is the long black curtain that hangs down from a long rigging in ceiling. The curtain’s middle section is cut shorter where it falls across the young woman’s back, effectively hiding the top half of her body from approximately three inches above her trim waist. Troy has to admire the ingenuity of the setup, because there is no way for Troy to know the identity of the spankee, or for her to see Troy. He assumes her wrists are also secured to keep her from reaching back during the punishment.

A small measure of relief helps him relax some. He hadn’t really been looking forward to having to bump into random single women around town after witnessing one of the most vulnerable times in their life. Consenting to go through with a punishment like this takes courage.

Father Henry clears his throat to let the unidentified woman know she is no longer alone in the room.

“We are ready to begin your punishment, young lady, but before we do, I want to ask you one last time if you are consenting to this punishment willingly as a penance for the mistakes which you have confessed to me, and which are bringing you great guilt for the wrongs you have done to others. If you agree, please answer with a simple proceed.”

A good long thirty seconds goes by with the poor girl’s muffled crying increasing and she hasn’t even received one paddle yet. Troy is about put a stop to this when he hears a small “proceed” masked with hiccups.

Father Henry hands the paddle to Troy. He’s relieved it is rather thin as paddles go, but it is wood and has several small cross-shaped holes, which will certainly add zing. Troy reluctantly steps forward to stand closer and to the side of the covered bottom waiting for the paddle. He holds, waiting for Father Henry’s direction.

“We will be delivering twenty-five with the paddle this evening. The first five will be over the skirt as a warmup, but the final twenty will be over the panties only, which are to be left on for propriety reasons. You may begin, young man and remember, she needs this, so do not go easy.”

Troy nods, taking a deep breath before pulling his arm back to deliver the first swat. He knows immediately he had held back too much and Father Henry calls him on it. “No need for light taps. These are to be twenty-five full-force paddles.”

“Yes, sir.”

The next swing is better for Troy, worse for the poor young woman whose sharp intake of breath confirms she’s noticed the change in heat to her bottom. Troy delivers the next three swats relatively quickly and she finishes her warmup already crying loudly.

Father Henry looks at Troy expectantly before moving to lift the skirt of the young woman, exposing petite legs ending in fashion boots. Troy feels a kick to his gut. There is no way the Father could possibly have known how hard it will be for Troy to punish a woman who immediately reminds him of his lost Hallie. Hell, she even wears pale blue boy-short panties exactly like…

Troy’s heart is pounding so fast he can hear blood rushing in his ears. He watches as the Father lifts the young woman’s skirt higher, exposing several inches of bare skin above her panty line. Only the skin isn’t bare. Tears come to his eyes as he recognizes the unique butterfly tattoo that he’s dreamed of nightly since losing Hallie.

He stands stock still, trying to understand how Hallie could possibly be strapped onto the kneeler in front of him, waiting for a paddling. Finally lifting his eyes from her tattoo, he sees Father Henry smiling kindly, tears in his own eyes. It’s in that moment Troy understands Father Henry has arranged for Hallie’s rightful HoH to punish her after all.

Troy moves to release her, desperate to feel her in his arms, but Father Henry shakes his head, placing his hand gently on Troy’s arm to stop him. Father Henry then addresses Hallie while Troy forces himself to stand still, about to crawl out of his skin he is so anxious.

“Now, young lady, I would like you to remind us again why you are being punished today. What are you here asking for forgiveness for?”

Troy has to strain to hear her voice as it is muffled by the curtain and her embarrassment. “I screwed up the best relationship I have ever had in my entire life by not trusting Troy our last night together. I ran away from him like I had run away from every other problem I had before. I would give anything to have tried to fight for him harder.”

“Now, we would not be punishing you today if that is all you had done, now would we? Why are you being punished today?”

“Because I lied to him. Instead of talking to him, I got drunk and acted like a complete crazy lady, refusing to tell him what was really wrong and then when he chased after me, instead of fighting for us, I lied to him again and let him think that I was going to move away, when I knew even then that I would be staying in Eagle’s Pass. I said horrible, hurtful things to him. I just didn’t want to hold him back from moving to Washington to be with Victoria if that’s where he really wanted to be.”

Troy’s mind is racing. How the hell did Hallie even know there was a Victoria? He then realizes that Hallie has been in Eagle’s Pass this whole time that he’s been going through hell imagining her halfway across the country. There is no possible way Traci would not have known about this and he can’t believe his sister would have withheld this important information from him. His angry eyes meet Father Henry’s who nods silently towards the back of the room. Troy turns to see his sister, Aunt Gina, and Uncle Adam all standing conspiratorially just inside the door to the room, all with tears in their eyes, a mix of guilt and hope on their face.

Troy and Hallie have been setup by their families and Father Beauchamp. He should be angry at their manipulation, but as he stands there looking at Hallie’s wiggling bottom, listening to her sniffles as she awaits the remainder of her punishment, he understands why they’d done it. Hallie and Troy had moved so quickly at the start of their relationship, they had needed to both make decisions about their future independently in order to know for sure they were making the right decisions for the right reasons. The fact that Hallie had decided to stay in Eagle’s Pass and has consented to a real punishment tells Troy she has come to terms with living a domestic discipline lifestyle, even without him pressuring her.

“Hello? Are you still there?”

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