Truant Girl (M/f, NC, hand, ruler)

[marcy60a]

(Another old story, posted here with permisison. I hope you like it. -Marcy)


Truant Girl
By
Don A. Landhill
Copyright (c) 2003,
All rights reserved.

This is a work of fiction, for adult
entertainment. The author does not suggest or
endorse the actions depicted in this story in any
real situation. All characters are fictitious, and
no reference to any real person is intended or
should be inferred.

This story is protected by copyright. Do not
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Permission is granted to retain one copy for
personal use.

Truant Girl


She comes into the house, carrying her
backpack, fresh from a day at school, just as usual.
He greets her at the door.

"Ingrid, what did you do in school today?"

"Ohhh we just had regular school. nothing
special. same ole thing..."

"Oh really? Are you sure?"

"YES..I am sure!" She turns away from him and starts
rummaging in the fridge "Did someone drink the last
soda?? Dammit!! I wanted that!"

"Look at me, young lady, and keep a civil
tongue in your head. I just had a call from
Principal Walters. He said that they were looking
for you all day "

"You did!?!?!?!? Whatever for?" She turned
away from him, not meeting his eyes. She swallowed
hard.

"It seems that you were missing when you were
supposed to deliver a report."

"They were?? I was?" She turns to face him
now, looking perplexed. "Well I was there!! You can
ask Suzie."

"Now, young lady, tell me the truth before you
get in any deeper."

"No one said anything to me about any report!!!"

"Oh didn't they? Let me see your assignment
book "

"I am telling you the truth!!" She stomps her
foot twice, loudly. "I hate it when you don't
believe me!!!" she yells, looking frustrated, and
then apprehensive.

"Stop yelling. You are much too old to throw a
tantrum "

"Let me look in my book bag--"

As she sorts through the bag, he says, "Suzie
is your best friend. How about I call Marcia, she
is in your history class. "

"Hmmm. hey!! My assignment book isn't in
here...I musta left it at school. Marcia was out
sick today. I think she had the flu or something."

"Oh really?"

"un-huh" she grunts assent.

He picks up the telephone and makes a call
"Hello, is Marcia there?"

She has put down her bag and is looking in
bread box, where she notices some cookies. "Hey dad,
want some cookies??" but under her breath, she says,
"oh noooo now what ..."

"I see.. she wasn't.. they called on her four
times, and searched the halls? Thank you"

She bites her lip, gulps, and tries to think
fast.

He hangs up the telephone, and says to her,
"Marcia was in school, but she says that you
weren't. Now let me have a look at that bag. "

"Well..I was feeling kinda sick in history
today. I was in the restroom a lot... for most of
the period... Dad!! Why are you going into my bag?
Don't do that!"

"Ah ha! Here we are -- this says `Assignment'
on the cover in large gold letters."

"Hey..I thought I left that at school", she
says, grabbing at it.

"That's enough, young lady. Stand up straight,
hands at your sides, and stop grabbing "

"well I wasn't ready to give it to you yet..."

He ignores this feeble protest, and examines
the book. "Indeed. Here on the last page but one it
says `Presentation on World War I', and the due date
is today. I think you've been a bit dishonest with
me, young lady."

"ohhh that ...uhmmm"

"Yes, that. Do you have anything sensible to
say to me, Ingrid?" She looks at floor and then back
up at him, and gulps. "Now you have one last chance
to confess and make it a bit easier on yourself."
She fidgets, looking worried and guilty, but doesn't
say anything. "Tell me everything, NOW!"

"Well.. " she can't seem to get started,
looking away from his face.

"Yes?"

"Well. I was afraid to go to school today b-
because I wasn't prepared to give my report. and I
thought I would go to the library and finish it."

"The municipal library, I assume, not the
school one?"

"Yess. the downtown one... "

"And did you?"

"Well.. ."

"Spit it out, young lady, or tell me from over
my knee"

"I meant to... but Suzie decided she wanted to
do that too... to finalize hers. and we didn't end
up at the library."

"And where *did* you end up?" His voice is
growing colder, his temper is wearing thin.

"We went to the beach and to a movie... but
Dad I am sorry..."

"Sorry you got caught, I think."

"It was kinda fun until now."

"But not as sorry as you will be, young lady."

"But..I am sorry already!!! Now I wish I
hadn't done it."

"I'll bet you do."

"I won't ever do that again...ok daddy? I
promise. ."

"Let's see if I have this straight. You didn't
finish your school work."

"Nnooo sir"

"You cut school, and went to the beach and a
movie."

".almost did though."

".Which are off-limits without permission even
on week-ends, I might add."

"Didn't you ever have a wild hair and do
something like that?"

".And then you LIED to me about it, not once
but several times. Is that right? Have I left out
anything?"

"Well, that is the kind of thing ... that is
hard to admit. I mean. I know I was wrong. I didn't
want you to be disappointed in me, Daddy." she lets
out a sniff, "I thought maybe if I could get away
with this one thing. I would never do it again.
honest."

"Do you understand just how naughty that was? Well,
in case you don't, I'm going to `explain' it to you
-- IN MY STUDY!"

She gulps... "innn youurr studddy???" drawing
her words out, almost stuttering. Her eyes show the
glitter of a few tears.

"Come with me!"

"But dadddddy!!! What are you going to do!?!"

He takes hold of her wrist and leads her to the
study, which is paneled in oak and upholstered in
dark leather. It really does seem a `den' -- the
den of some fearsome beast. "You are in for a sound
paddling, my girl."

"Nooo daddy, please..don't spank me!!" She
pulls against his grip "Pleassseee!!!"

"Get that skirt off, NOW"

"I will be your best daughter for the rest of
the year, daddy, if you give me a chance. ok?"

"You will be good alright, but because of this,
not in spite of it."

"Please daddy, I'm begging you, please don't
spank me. I will be good, really I will, I promise,
if you don't spank me... please, can't you just
ground me!????"

"Save your pleas, you have earned this one fair
and square. I think I will ground you - but only
after I spank you."

She wrings her hands, bites her lip. Then she
turns around and half-walks, half-runs to the door.
She grabs the door knob and turns it. He grabs her
wrist and pulls her back into the room.

"Ahhhhhhh!!! Pleasssseeee!!! Can't we discuss
this!?!?" Her voice is shrill and whining.

"That's it, if you won't cooperate like a big
girl, I'll treat you as the four-year-old you're
acting like."

"oohhhh nooo dadddy."

He sits down in a straight-backed, armless
chair, and pulls her across his lap. "Yes, Ingrid,
yes. You have this coming and you are going to get
it, now!"

"umphhh!!!" She feels herself being pulled
across his lap. She wiggles and struggles, but to
no avail. He lifts her skirt and starts spanking
her over her pale blue cotton panties. She holds her
back rigid, and moans. `Maybe I will act like he is
spanking me too hard', she thinks. "ooowwww Dadddy
that is *hurting* me!!" she wails.

"This doesn't even count as part of your
punishment", he says, smacking her bottom every few
words to punctuate his statement.

She yells and kicks her legs. "Daddy please
let me uppp!!"

"When you are ready to cooperate let me know,
and we can start your REAL spanking." He continues
to smack her pantied bottom soundly, at each phrase,
right, left and center in regular alternation.

She looks over her shoulder at him and yells her
pain, "OUCHHH, Daddy this feels real to me!" He
lifts and locks one leg over both of hers to control
her kicks."

"uh oh." She tries to kick her legs loose from
his, but to no avail, only causing her bottom to be
pushed higher into the air."

"Are you ready to cooperate yet?" he
continues to spank her regularly as he speaks calmly
but firmly.

"NOOO! I am *not* ready!!!" This defiance is
met by a sharp volley of smacks, and her eyes fill
with tears.

"I can keep this up all night Tell me when you
are ready to take your punishment like a big girl."
Still he smacks her bottom regularly, as an
insistent, scalding counterpoint to his words.

"Oww Daddy, you are really hurting my poor
bottom!! " This just provokes a renewed stream of
spanks. "Daddy why isn't this my real punishment?"
she asks, sobbingly.

"Because you didn't take off your skirt as I
ordered."

"It feels real to meeeeee... I cant take it off
if I am over your kneeee!!!"

"And you are still fighting me." She stops
kicking, or mostly, and lies still. "When you are
ready to obey, I will let you up -- just long enough
to do as you are told."

"I am ready. Please I'll be good."

He unhooks his leg from over hers. "Stand up
and take off your skirt." She stands up, slipping
her skirt off and dropping it to floor. "Now your
panties, too."

"Dadddyy!!! Nooo PLEASE!!! NOT MY PANTIES!!! I
will be so embarrassed!!!" She is crying big tears
now.

"Yes, your panties too. Or do you need more of
a warm-up? You don't have anything I haven't seen
before."

"Nooo sir" she wails, hooking her finger in the
waistband of her panties, and pulling them down to
her knees, blushing in her bottom as well as her
face.

"Remember, I used to change your diapers."

"Oh god" she says, rolling her eyes. He ignores
this minor insolence.

"Now put yourself back over my knees." Slowly
and gingerly she does so. "That's a good girl. Now
tell me why you are being punished.

"I am being punished because I lied to you. and
because I skipped school."

"What else?"

"That is all, I think."

"Oh, try thinking again."

"I lied to you. That is all!!"

"That's right, you lied. You also failed to do
your schoolwork in the first place. But lying to me
is the worst thing you can do, the very worst.
Whatever trouble you may be in, a lie will always
make it worse."

"I know. I am sorry for doing it. I really
am!!! I feel terrible. I wont do it anymore. I
promise!!!"

"I'm glad that you're sorry, but you're about
to feel even worse." He picks up a wooden ruler
from the desk behind him.

She lets out with whining, high-pitched cries,
then seeing him holding the ruler her cries grow yet
shriller and more intense and fear-filled.

"You are not ever to lie to me! You are not to
cut school." He uses the ruler as he had used his
hand, applying regularly spaced WHACKs to her bare
bottom, each after a significant word or phrase in
his scolding.

She yells at each WHACK, voicing her pain and
distress. "YESSS SIRRRRR!!!" she calls out, kicking
and struggling hard all the while, her actions
belying her compliant words.

"You are not to go places without checking," he
says and he continues to paddle her with the ruler.
He holds her down firmly with his left hand on the
small of her back, and his left leg over both of
hers. "You know the rules. Don't break them." Every
phrase is marked by another sharp WHACK. Her bottom
is becoming quit3e red and puffy and obviously is
very sore.

"YESSS S DADDY!!! Oowwowowowowowwowow" She is
wiggling, trying to avoid the smacks.

".and one last time, don't you ever, ever dare
lie to me. He keeps up the tempo of the paddling,
increasing the force as he nears the conclusion.

She feels heat and pain exploding on her bare
fanny. She yells yet lounder, and sobs
uncontrollably, like a baby girl. "DADDDY!!! I AM
SORRRRRRRRRRYYYYYYY!!!!!" She goes limp and simply
accepts her punishment. All the fight ahs been
spanked out of her.

He gives five final WHACKs and says "Ok, dear.
That's all, Your spanking is over. There, there, it's
all right "

Se takes a moment to realize that the
punishment has stopped. Sniffing and sobbing, she
finally gets words out: "Thank you daddy... it is?"

"I still love you, Ingrid. I will always love
you. That's why I punish you when you misbehave."

She nods and sniffs, sobbing and still...She
looks down at floor, coughs and hiccups. She
reaches back to rub her bottom, gingerly.

"There, there" he says soothingly, patting her
back, and lightly rubbing her bottom. She sniffs and
sighs deeply, feeling her body slowly relax.

"All right, dear, You may stand up whenever you
are ready ."

"Will you help me up, daddy?"

"Yes, dear. Here you are." He helps her
stand. She is still shaky on her feet. She rubs her
bottom, forgetting that she is bare from wait to
ankles. The fire is too urgent for her to worry
about that. He waits for her to calm down a bit and
recover from the first heat.

"Can I go to my room now daddy?"

"Yes, in just a minute. What do you have to
say to me first?"

"I am sorry daddy. I wont lie to you and I will
obey you, always and forever!!!"

"That's good. Just as a reminder, you will stay
in your room for the rest of the evening."

"Ok Daddy, I have to finish my report anyhow"
she says, nodding to him. "Do you forgive me now? Am
I back in your good graces now daddy?" she asks
uncertainly.

"Yes, you are forgiven, but you are also
grounded for a week. Now give me a hug before you go
to your room, please, dear.

She nods. "Yesssir" She hugs him and kisses his
cheek.

"Ok, that's my good girl. I'm sure we won't
need to repeat this lesson, will we."

"Do you really forgive me now daddy? I hate for
you to be upset with me or not trust me."

"Yes, I really and truly forgive you now." She
sobs, pressing her face into his chest, hugging him
tighter, and smiling. "I'm not upset with you." He
hugs her in return. Her eyes are shining. "You were
naughty, you were punished, and now it's over."

"Thank you, Daddy. I will go work on my report
now." She turns and heads for her room, wincing as
she walks. She doesn't see the glint of moisture in
his eyes, or the bittersweet smile on his face, as
he watches her walk away.


The end. (*|*)