Page 64 of Rory: His to Discipline

“Yes,” Del answered firmly. “I believe it’s time to make a commitment, Sir,” Del continued looking resolutely into the older man’s eyes.

Sean grinned and slapped Del heartily on the back.

“That’s fine, son, just fine. Her Ma and I will just slip out for coffee and donuts when we see you pull up, give you kids a little privacy. The front door will be unlocked, son.”

“Thank you, Sir; that will be fine. I appreciate your understanding.”

“Son, I don’t know where my daughter was tonight. I’m sure she wasn’t with you, but I want to thank you for bringin’ her home,” Sean said

“You’re welcome, Sir,” Del replied heading out the door. “I don’t think you’ll have to worry about this type of thing after tomorrow, at least I hope not.”

“Me too, lad, me too,” Sean said as he closed and locked the door.

* * *

The spanking Del gave Bridget the next morning was one for the history books. She was half asleep when he sat on her bed and dragged her over his lap. With absolutely no preamble or warning he pulled down her panties and lit into her as if he’d been blistering bad girl butts all of his life.

Stopping frequently to lecture her, he told her in no uncertain terms what she could expect in the future if she failed to behave properly. There would be no more drunken binges, no vulgar language and no unladylike attire, unless they were alone, in which case she could wear whatever she wanted, or nothing at all if she so chose. He would be closely watching her grades from this point on and she’d better be attending classes when she was supposed to.

Del paused and shook his aching hand, while Bridget howled like a scalded cat, promising retribution.

She would have her brother arrest him.

She would have him disbarred or dismembered, whichever was more painful.

She would find out where his parents were staying abroad and send them a telegram or better yet an email with a picture of what their son had done to her ass.

She would key his car, writing the word ‘spanker’ across the trunk so other girls would be warned.

She would …

Del grinned and resumed roasting her butt, the pain in his hand be damned. His analytical mind remembered everything he had been told or read regarding how to administer a proper punishment spanking and Del never did anything half-assed.

He carefully watched her small bottom become redder and hotter, and enjoyed every minute of it. As far as he was concerned, Bridget had had this coming for a long time. Last night was the final straw. Anything could have happened to her and she was getting off lightly with only a spanking. Yes, things could have turned out much, much worse.

Bridget continued to scream obscenities and threats, which only made him more determined.

She would take out an ad in the newspaper so the entire world would know what he’d done.

She would hire an airplane and have it written in the sky that Delbert Bertram Winston IV was an asshole who spanked unsuspecting girls, while pretending to be a mild-mannered geek.

It was all Del could do not to laugh out loud. She was such a little twit.

Bridget was tiring. All the kicking and screaming was exhausting and the pain in her ass exceeded anything she’d ever imagined. It was quickly becoming unbearable and she gathered what strength she could muster, fighting the tears, refusing to give Del the satisfaction of making her cry. When his hard hand moved to the tops of her thighs, catching the tender area below her bottom, she shrieked.

She would slip him a mickey and when he was unable to defend himself, she would parade him up and down the street stark naked.

She would … She would …

She would be good.

She would behave.

She would wash her own mouth out with soap if she swore.

She would burn all her short skirts.

She would never cut class again.