Page 285 of Dirty Discipline, Vol. 2

“But that was Jane, not me! I don’t even like drinking!”

Jack’s brow quirked and his eyes turned even darker if that was possible. “I can promise you aren’t going to like what happens now, either. But I can assure you that once I let you up, you’ll have learned that cursing and drinking are not acceptable behaviors. You’ve got a spanking coming before I tuck you in for your nap.”

Betsy shook her head, suddenly stone cold sober. “Jack, it was a party, and I didn’t mean to curse. Do you really think it’s fair of you to hold me accountable when I was drunk?” The moment she finished her sentence, she groaned, her eyes huge. “Oh—”

If the situation wasn’t so serious, Jack would have chuckled at the look on her face when she finally admitted to herself that she had been drunk. However, this wasn’t something he would ever consider a laughing matter. “Oh is right, and, honey, when you are being punished, we’ll discuss your transgressions with you over my lap.” While he’d love to cuddle her close, he knew how vital it was to set her feet upon the proper path she’d be following for the rest of their lives.

“That’s… that’s just silly,” she countered. “I’d rather talk face to face.”

“Be that as it may,” he said, pulling her forward to stand between his spread knees. “Betsy, we’ve discussed this… in fact, quite recently, and if need be, we can go over all the letters to remind you that this is something we’ve both agreed we needed and desired: to have a relationship with only one head of household—me.”

“You-you kept all my letters?”

He forced himself not to chuckle as her blue eyes widened and a big smile appeared on her face.

“Of course I did, sweetheart. Every word means the world to me.”

“I kept yours, too! I put them in this really pretty box… oh, I forgot to tag it for the movers! I should do that now.”

Jack shook his head. “No. I’ve already stated that this time is for you to receive your punishment.” He gave her a gentle tug, pulling her down, adoring her soft squeak of surprise at the quickness with which she found herself off her feet and over his left knee. “Right now, I’d rather talk with you in this position.” When she attempted to roll off his lap, he tightened his hold around her waist and pulled her in closer to his body.

“Settle down, young lady.” He wasn’t sure if it was his command or the one swat he delivered to her backside that had her gasping in surprise. He didn’t really care, as she instantly stopped struggling.

“That’s my good girl. Now, tell me why I’m going to spank you.”

“Jack!” she squealed. “I can’t do that!”

“Yes, Betsy, you can, and you will.” His second swat had her mouth dropping open. “You won’t be getting up until we are done. Now, tell me why I’m going to spank you.”

“Oh, Jack, please. This is just so embarrassing!”

“It would be far better for you to be embarrassed about your choices which landed you in this position. Tell me what choices those were,” he said. She huffed and squirmed again, but she was going nowhere until he let her up. His hand patted against the back of her skirt though he wondered if she even realized it as there was quite a bit of fabric between his palm and her behind. The crinoline petticoat definitely needed to go. Her gasp and look of surprise when he lifted her up lasted but a moment with his next statement.

“Betsy, I want you to go into your room and take off everything under your skirt. You can take off your shoes as well.”

“Jack! That’s… Why?”

“Honey,” he said, trying not to sigh. “You don’t need to ask me why every time I ask you to do something. I’m sure my reasoning will become clear in just a few minutes. Now, please do as I asked.”

She gave him a look that had him adding, “And, young lady, do it quickly, for if I feel you are dawdling in an attempt to delay your spanking, I assure you that you will earn additional swats.” That seemed to do the trick as she turned and scurried off down the hall. He was very pleased when she returned in just a few minutes. “Thank you, honey. Now, back over, please.”

With a sigh, she placed herself over his knees again. He tried not to grin as she kept her hands on the back of her skirt as if to ensure it remained in place. Once she was in position, he said, “Put your hands forward and answer the question, Betsy Renee. Why are you over my knees?”

“Because you are going to spank me,” she said.

After a third swat to her bottom, one he could tell made a far better impression, she finally decided to cooperate. “I drank too much punch.”

“Punch?”

She squirmed again and then sighed. “Punch with alcohol in it,” she admitted.

“And?”

“And I sort of argued with you.”

“Yes, you did, and then you cursed, ignored our talk the other day, and disrespected Jane when she tried to curb your behavior, and me when I expressed my concern—”

“But you don’t need to be!”

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