Gina and Paul (Last Chance Program Book 2)

by Malone, Misty

  Her ornery grin made another appearance. “You mean anytime I get caught.”

  “Yes. But like I said, I could tell you weren’t really sick. Like you pointed out, I’ve been trained to tell when someone is lying, so I wouldn’t push your luck too far there.”

  “How exactly could you tell I was lying?”

  “I’m not going to tell you all the ways, little brat, but the most obvious one in this case was that you never looked at me when you said you were sick, which was endearing to me, by the way.”

  “Why was that endearing?”

  “Because that told me you really didn’t want to lie to me. I was already starting to have feelings for you by that time, so it was very endearing that you were lying because it came so natural to you at that point, but by refusing to look me in the eye when you said it, that told me you didn’t really want to lie to me. Thank you for that.” He leaned over and kissed the tip of her nose, which brought a big smile to her.

  “What else?”

  “Well, think about it. You didn’t want to go to bed, but just stayed on the couch, watching television. Never sleeping during the day; just watching television. Most people have a fever, not much appetite, and sleep a lot when they’re sick. You did none of those.”

  “Oh. I guess maybe I wasn’t such a good liar on that one.”

  “No, you weren’t. Those are the obvious things I picked up on. But just remember, I will be watching you, and if you lie to me, chances are I’ll see it, and you’ll end up with a sore bottom.”

  “Okay, I hear you. So, what are we going to do today?” She was much more chipper now, and he was glad.

  “Well, we have something important we have to talk about.”

  She looked worried. “Did I do something wrong?”

  “No, actually, your father did. We need to talk about something he said yesterday. I’ve given it a lot of thought, and I have a proposition for you.”

  “Ooh, this sounds mysterious. What is it?”

  “We’ll talk about it while we fix breakfast.”

  “Okay,” she said as she jumped up to head to the kitchen.”

  He stopped her with a hand on her arm as she tried walking past him. “And we’ll make breakfast just as soon as we take care of this spanking you’ve earned.”

  She froze mid step. “Spanking?”

  “You just admitted to me you lied about not feeling well. Certainly you didn’t expect me to do nothing about that?”

  “But you said you already knew, and you laughed. I thought that meant—”

  “That meant I did already know about it and was waiting to see if you would come to me and admit it. I’ve been hoping you would.”

  “So you could spank me?”

  “Because I knew for you to come to me and admit that, you would have to be feeling guilty. That’s a very good start toward overcoming that propensity to lie.” He pulled her down so she was sitting on his lap, and lifted her chin so she was looking at him. Honey, I’m not going to lie to you. Once you’ve gotten into the habit of lying, that’s very hard to overcome. I’ll be here to help you and we’ll get past it together, but it’s one of the hardest habits to break. It’s become second nature to you, and it’s worked. It’s gotten you out of trouble, or avoided you getting in trouble, several times, and you’ve never been caught, or at least never been called on it, have you?”

  “No.”

  “So that makes it harder to stop.”

  “But you can’t just overlook it this first time, since I admitted it to you?”

  “No, I can’t. I’m glad you came to me and admitted it, because like I said, that means you were struggling with guilt, weren’t you?”

  “Yes. I was so excited last night about starting a relationship with you, but then I remembered that. You said you may never know the truth, or you might, if guilt became an issue. Once I remembered you saying that, guilt was an issue. All night I thought about that. I finally decided I had to tell you because I didn’t want us to start a relationship with that over my head.”

  “I am so proud of you for coming to that conclusion. And again for coming to me and telling me. I know that was a very difficult thing to do.”

  “But you’re still going to spank me?”

  “Yes, I am, honey, and let me try to explain why. Like I said, this is going to be a hard obstacle to overcome. It may be the one you struggle with the most. The best way to help you get over this hurdle is with consistency. You have to know that every time you tell any kind of lie, even a small one, you will be spanked. I know you’ll think I’m crazy when I say this, but you’d be doing yourself a favor if you come to me and tell me about any lie you tell, if I haven’t already picked up on it.”

  “So I don’t have to feel guilty?”

  “That, and for consistency. That really is the best motivator you’ll have. If you get spanked every single time you tell any kind of little white lie, you’ll be able to break that habit quicker. Every time you get away with it, whether you know it or not, it will be a boost to your subconscious to keep telling those little lies.” He gave her a little squeeze and said, “I intend to give your subconscious more messages that it’s not worth it. Now, over you go.”

  Without giving her any more time to think about it and panic, he quickly lifted her off his lap and into place over his knee. Her jeans and panties were down before the reality had time to settle in, and his hand made its first contact with her bare bottom.

  She occasionally held her breath at the beginning of a spanking, as she was beginning to panic, so he always watched to make sure she wasn’t doing that. Once he saw she was breathing, he continued talking to her about telling lies, even little white lies, and the damage they could cause. He talked about how hard it is to earn someone’s trust if you lie, and how he would hate to have people judge her by that quality, rather than the wonderful person she really is.

  When tears started flowing this time, he was pretty sure they were more from his words than the pain, although he was making sure she felt this spanking enough to remember it for at least a little while. He was proud she’d come to him and confessed, and he told her as much. But he also wanted to make sure she had some pain to remember it by. Consistency was very important, but she had to consistently remember the pain associated with telling a lie.

  He talked about a fib, a little white lie, or an all out lie, and how either one could cause the same damage. He wasn’t at all fond of hurting her like this, either with the pain from the spanking or the pain from his words, but his experience administering the program had taught him this was a very effective tool, and he was determined to help the little lady lying across his lap right now. He had to—she’d stolen his heart.

  He asked a few questions to make sure she’d been listening, hearing what he was saying, and when he assured himself of that, he brought the spanking to an end. It had been harsher than some of his spankings, and he was sure she would feel this one throughout the day. He gave her time to catch her breath before helping her up onto his lap and wrapping his arms around her. She immediately latched onto his shirt again, and laid her head against his chest. He kissed the top of her head. “It’s over now, honey. I’ve got you, you’re safe in my arms, so you cry all you want. Get all the tears and the emotions that go with it out, while I hold you. I know telling me wasn’t easy, but I want you to know how proud I am that you did it. I love you.”

  She looked up at him with tear-soaked eyes, tears and mascara running down her cheeks, but a little smile on her face. She’d never looked more beautiful to him, and he told her that. She was upset at first, thinking he was laughing at her, but when she looked into his eyes and saw the sincerity of his words, she cried just a little harder and snuggled in against him just a little tighter. He chuckled and held her just a little tighter, as well.

  They stayed like that for twenty minutes, neither one wanting to disconnect with the other. Finally, he asked, “Are you ready to fix some breakfast?”


  “No, not really.”

  “Why not?”

  “I don’t want to move. It feels too good right here.”

  “Any particular reason for that?”

  “Yes. I was so afraid when I told you I lied to you, after you gave me so many chances to come clean, that you’d be so upset you wouldn’t want to date me any more.”

  “See what guilt can do to you? I know that spanking hurt. I meant for it to be one you’d remember. But tell me, which was worse; going through the spanking, or carrying that guilt around?”

  “The guilt,” she answered quickly. That’s why it feels so good right here, right now. I see that now. The feeling of guilt is awful, and knowing you’re still here is so nice, I don’t want to leave.”

  “Remember that, Gina. If you slip up and tell a white lie again, don’t torture yourself. Come talk to me about it. You’ll have a sore bottom, I promise you that, but we’ll get rid of the guilt.”

  “But how long will—”

  “How long what?”

  “Nothing.”

  “What did you want to ask me?”

  “Nothing.” Without a word, he reached back and gave her a hearty swat to her still stinging backside. “Ow! Paul, that’s still sore.”

  “I know it is. Telling me you didn’t want to ask me anything was a lie, and we both know it. Now tell me the truth or I’ll turn you back over my knee for another spanking, and it won’t be a single swat like the warning I just gave you.”

  One glance at him showed how serious he was, and she quickly answered. “Sorry. How long will you be patient with me? I mean, I’m going to try, trust me, because I hate these spankings, they hurt so much. I also hate disappointing you. But this is something I’ve done for so long that I know I’m going to do it again without thinking, or even actually realizing I’m doing it. How much patience do you have?”

  He smiled as he pulled her back in against him. “That’s a fair question. I am a very patient man. As long as I can tell you’re trying, my patience will hold. If I see you start just accepting the spankings as the chance you take when you tell a lie, or something like that, I’ll resort to something more serious.”

  She sat up and turned to face him. “What do you mean more serious? Do you know how much your spankings hurt?”

  “I’ve been told I do a fair job,” he said with a bit of a smile. “But if you become complacent with them or I’m not seeing much effort to curb them, that means they’re obviously not having a big enough impact. Then I have to change them in some way. It might include something in addition to a spanking, such as writing lines, or writing a paper on the dangers of lies and what they can do, or it might mean making the spankings more painful, like using a paddle instead of my hand.”

  Her eyes were huge as she listened to him. “You would seriously do that?”

  “If you seriously don’t learn from my spankings, yes. I hope that never happens, but you asked what would happen, and like I’ve told you before, I won’t lie to you.”

  She was quiet for several minutes, obviously thinking, so he gave her the time and space she needed. She started fidgeting, and he knew she had something on her mind. “Remembering what happened the last time you told me nothing, what would you like to ask me now, honey? Whatever it is, I’ll answer it.”

  She looked up at him again. “How did you know I want to ask something?”

  “Like I said, I’ve been watching you. I’m starting to see these little signs that something’s on your mind, or you’re getting angry, or you’re being ornery. So what’s on your mind?”

  “Two things now. I still don’t think it’s fair that you can read me like that. But what I wanted to ask you, I’m not sure I should.”

  His eyebrows came together as he looked at her and considered what she may be thinking. “Go ahead and ask it. If I can answer it, I will. I don’t intend to keep secrets from you, unless it’s something I can’t discuss about work, or something like that.”

  “That’s what this may be. Have you ever had to do something like what you just talked about with any of the other women you’ve worked with?”

  He thought a moment before answering. “I can’t tell you who or give you any names, obviously, but yes, I have. I didn’t care much for it, and neither did they, which is why I said I hope I never have to do it with you, but yes, I have, and I will with you, too, if I have to.”

  “Did it work?”

  “It worked very well, both times I had to do it. I worked with a lady who was extremely stubborn. She was too stubborn for her own good. She refused to even admit to me that my spankings were as painful as I know they are. She tried to brush them off as no big deal. She swore like a sailor. She’d lost two boyfriends because of it, been fired from three jobs because of it, and her employer at the time had threatened to. She couldn’t control her language, no matter where she was, and was too stubborn to admit how bad the problem had been. No matter how many spankings I gave her, she was doing very little to even try to curb the swearing. So the next time the F word came out of her mouth I used the ping pong paddle that was sitting on the ping pong table in her game room on her bare bottom.”

  “Oh, that had to have hurt.”

  “I made sure it did.”

  “Did she quit?”

  “It took close to a dozen paddlings, but yes, it eventually did work. She doesn’t swear at all today. She laughs and says she thinks she could work in a convent now with no problem.”

  “Wow, a dozen paddlings. Ouch!”

  “And the other time I had to use extreme measures was with a lady who refused to take her diabetes seriously. Her husband was beside himself with worry. He couldn’t get her to see what she was doing to herself by not following the diet that doctor had given her. Spankings got her attention and she started doing better following the diet. But after a while she started slipping, and the spankings weren’t having much of an affect. So after a particularly hard spanking, I made her sit on a wooden chair with no cushion while she used her computer to come up with a list of thirty possible side effects of not following her diet for diabetes. I told her that evening right after dinner she was going to read me her list while lying over my lap, getting another spanking. She would read the first possible side effect to me, and I would give her a swat. I told her we would do that clear through all thirty of them.”

  “Oh, my gosh. Did you really do that?”

  “Of course I did. I don’t say things I don’t mean. That exercise did exactly as I’d hoped. Since she was married, her husband was there for her spankings. By making her read each of them out loud, she had to watch his face pale, or cringe with every possible side effect she read. It finally sank into her that not following her diet wasn’t just affecting her, but was very hard on him. When she saw how worried he was that those side effects were a real possibility for her, she started watching her diet much better.”

  “Is she okay today?”

  “She’s doing great today. They hadn’t been able to have any children, which they both wanted, and that was in large part due to her diabetes being uncontrolled. They have a three-month-old daughter now, and are very excited, very happy parents. She has her diabetes under control and admits she feels so much better now.”

  “So in both cases it was a good thing you did what you did?”

  He had a grim look on his face as he nodded. “Yes. Which is why, as I said, I’ll do it again if I have to, but I really hope you don’t make me.”

  She was quiet for a while. “Thank you for sharing them with me.”

  “You’re welcome. When you actually met the two ladies from the homeless shelter it had a huge, lasting impact on you. I’m hoping hearing these two true stories will have the same affect.”

  “It did. Hearing their stories makes it so real. I don’t ever want to make you do anything like that. They both sound awful.”

  “I’m sure they both were.” He gave her a kiss on her cheek. “Now, we really do have to go fix some breakfas
t. I’m hungry, and I have something we need to talk about.”

  Ten minutes later they were in the kitchen cooking, and he asked her questions about the evening before, and how she felt about the things her parents had said. They talked about it enough that he could assure himself she still felt very strong about earning her own way in the world. They sat down to eat breakfast, and as they were finishing their meal, he relayed what her father had said the night before about not paying for her to go to a community college.

  She put her fork down and turned to look at him. “So what do I do now? Going to a community college to prove to myself I can do college work, and make it possible for me to be accepted somewhere else in a year or two is a big part of my plan for my life. If he won’t pay for that, what am I going to do? I know that if I move back in with them they’ll keep filling my head with more of the same garbage they were trying to feed me last night, about how I should let him buy my way into college somewhere. Then I’ll go off somewhere else and still not have the confidence that I can do the work, and I’ll be tempted to slip back into the party life.

  He was instantly at her side, taking her in his arms, as her tears started. “I don’t want to go back there, Paul, but what can I do? I don’t have any money to move out and pay for classes on my own. Without the training to get a good job I’ll barely be able to afford an apartment somewhere, let alone pay for classes.”

  Chapter Seventeen

  “Ssshhh,” Paul soothed. “I’ve thought about that and talked to my boss. We have a possible solution, if you like our idea.

  “You do?”

  “I do, but you have to stop crying and pull yourself together to hear our idea.” She nodded, and they made quick work of putting their dishes in the dishwasher, and went back to the couch so he could explain the idea he was so excited about.