It took Cecily twenty minutes to regain some composure and steer herself to face Dr. Quimby. He reached for her hands. “You don’t need to go through with this.”
“You’ve always been so nice to me, ever since I met you. I’m so sorry I was so nasty and mean. And rude. You’re old enough to have been my father and you deserve more respect than I’ve ever given you. I’m so sorry. Sam said you had a strap,” Cecily whispered.
Dr. Quimby hid his surprise as he nodded. “I do, but this does not warrant a strapping.”
“I deserve it. Please.”
Dr. Quimby looked at Scott, who shook his head. “No, you don’t. The strap is too impersonal and you need to feel the power of flesh on flesh.
“Please.”
“Very well. Three with the strap, then over my knee.”
“Just three?”
“Trust me, that’s more than enough,” he said gently, positioning her to stand, hands on the bed. He lifted the strap and aimed it expertly across the lower part of her already bruised bottom. She screamed, collapsing on the bed. This was far worse than Randy’s cane and Scott’s ruler! It left a burn like she’d never before experienced.
“Stop! Please!” she begged, holding her bottom.
He shook his head sadly. “No, I can’t. And neither can you. I’m a man of my word and I want you to learn that you can be a woman of yours. When you’re ready, get back into position. I don’t do do-overs, so no worries there.”
Dr. Quimby waited patiently. “Just two more left. Let’s finish this up,” he gently told her, pressing her back flat so her bottom would stick out more. Sobbing, Cecily crumbled after she was strapped twice more over her sit spots and the top of her thighs. Dr. Quimby pulled her into his arms to hold her while she cried.
“We’re almost done,” he said, pulling her over his lap and placing his large hand over her dark red, bruised and swollen bottom. He started to spank her, not very hard, but enough for her to know that she was in the hands of a man who demanded respect and control of his family. Her tears flowed freely and she did not try to resist him, finally submitting to his discipline without struggling. As much as his spanks scalded her bottom, Cecily found herself feeling very safe and at peace.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
When he finished, he once again held her close and was joined by Scott on the edge of the bed. “Shhh, it’s all over. Clean slate, baby,” Dr. Quimby whispered, rocking her in his large arms. Cecily felt like a little girl, protected from anything bad in the world. She could not remember when even her natural father, who she hadn’t seen in eight years, treated her with the love that these two men offered. She was grateful that she had them, even for a short while, despite the agonizing pain to her fanny.
“I’m sorry, you guys.”
“No more apologizing. It’s over and done with. Not another word about the events or the discipline needs to be spoken,” Scott said with a gentle smile.
Cecily looked up at him. “Tell that to my bum.”
He laughed as he stood. “I’ll get you some pillows to sit on. And an ice pack.”
“You really do this to Sam?”
“Yes, although, she knows better than to land double duty.” Dr. Quimby grinned.
Scott chuckled. “No, for her it’s the Terrible Three or the Fearsome Four now.”
“She never pushes that far, though. Do you want to stay in my room for a while?”
“May I just go lay down in mine?”
“Sure. I’ll settle you in,” Dr. Quimby said. He walked her into the bedroom and pulled back the covers for her. “Go ahead and lie down. Scott will bring you an ice pack if you want.”
“No, thank you. I need to feel this and remember why it happened,” Cecily said honestly. After receiving a kiss to her cheek, the girl quickly drifted into the most restful sleep she could ever remember having.
***
Rich came through the back door an hour later, carrying Monique in his arms. He was frowning as he put her down. “You sit right there, young lady. Gentlemen, this little girl decided to try to climb the cliffs.”
“What?” Both Scott and Dr. Quimby said, looking at her. She shrank on the couch, arms crossed, saying nothing.
“I told her ‘no’ three times, and when I wasn’t looking, there she went. Sam went up to get her. I warned her what would happen, should she disobey me. In fact, I warned both of them. Sam’s in trouble too.”
“You could have hurt yourself badly, Monique. Those cliffs are very unstable,” Dr. Quimby scolded. Scott added the danger she put Sam in by having to help her.
“But I wanted to see what was on top,” the child argued, arms still crossed with a defiant scowl on her face.
Rich frowned back at her. “I am so disappointed in you. It was very disrespectful to defy me like that.”
“Richard, I think you need to take Monique into Jen’s room and finish your talk with her,” Dr. Quimby advised. He recognized the look; having seen it on his own daughter’s face many, many times when she was that age. Rich nodded, holding out his hand. Monique took it, shaking.
“Are you gonna give me a spankin’, Uncle Rich?” she asked fearfully.
“I really should. You deserve it,” he said firmly, pulling her with him.
Scott elbowed his friend, seeing the child bite her lip and fight tears. “Poor little thing. That reminded me of us with Sammi.”
“It certainly did. He’ll be fine with her. I trust him. He’d be a good dad. Too bad…”
“Hey, he’ll be a fabulous uncle. Trust me, it’s easier when they aren’t your own.” Scott grinned, hearing Monique apologize between the low rumblings of Rich’s voice. Monique’s promises to be good and her wails of protest made both men smile.
Rich had done the unexpected. He made her sit in the corner and write fifty lines: I promise to always mind Uncle Richard and not put other people in danger.
Fifty long lines for a six year old were nothing short of torture in Monique’s opinion. Her angry cries of protest turned into tears of remorse as she accepted what she had done. Repentant sobs reached his ears and Rich called the little girl to him.
“I didn’t finish,” she wept.
Rich held the crying child on his lap, grateful that he would never have to worry about his own children needing discipline; he didn’t have the heart for it. “Did you learn your lesson?”
“Yes, sir. I wish you would have just spanked me. My fingers hurt and feel like they are gonna fall off,” the little girl muttered.
“Trust me, they won’t fall off. Do you think you would have learned what you did with a spanking?” Rich asked
Monique shook her head, still sniffling. He held a tissue to her little nose to blow and rocked her, singing quietly until she fell asleep in his arms. He carried her up to Sam’s room, dressed her for bed, and tucked her in with a kiss on the forehead. He turned to the doorway and held his arms out for Sam.
“I’m glad we can’t have children. It’s too hard,” Rich said, holding her closely. “Now, as for you, didn’t I tell you not to go up that cliff?”
“I’m the smallest and the lightest. It made sense.”
“I told you ‘no’. Mike and I could have gotten her down without you climbing,” Rich said firmly, holding her tightly. “Go into Mike’s room and wait for me.”
“But—”
“Now, Samantha.”
Rich raised his eyebrow as Sam pressed her lips together before obeying him. He waited a few minutes to make sure the child was asleep, closing the door behind him and crossing the hall to Michael’s room.
“My darling, why can’t you listen? I don’t tell you ‘no’ to be mean or stubborn; it’s for your own good,” he said, sitting on the bed. He reached for the ever-present reminder that Michael kept on his dresser – the large, oval wood hairbrush.
“I hate that awful thing. Please, Rich—”
“Over my knee, Sam.” His voice was gravely and deep, causing Sam to tremble as she silently ob
eyed his gesture to lean across his lap. Her shorts and panties found their way to the floor and Rich rested the back of the brush on the crown of her still pink backside.
“Two in one day. Shame. Only this one won’t be fun. You know my rules. You get twenty,” he said. Rich felt Sam’s fingers gripped onto his legs as he cracked the broad surface against her derriere. He knew she had to be gritting her teeth, for that particular implement delivered a sting that spread quickly across the flesh. He smacked her again on the other side, listening carefully for her reaction. A tiny yip was heard and he felt her mouth pressed against his exposed calf muscle.
“Don’t you dare bite me, Samantha. That was only two.”
Three more strokes came and a wail escaped Sam’s lips as she started to scissor kick her legs.
“No kicking. You may stop this wriggling. You are going nowhere, little girl,” Rich scolded, capturing her body under his long, right leg. He held her right wrist pinned against her side and released the remaining fifteen strokes back and forth across her quivering bottom, watching as it blanched and then changed shades of red. By the finish, she was sobbing, and begging forgiveness for disobeying him. He placed the brush on the bed and gently stroked her throbbing backside.
“You’re forgiven. Now, after you kiss me, you are to march your little butt downstairs and tell your dads that you were spanked and why,” he ordered, seeing her blush furiously. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing her lips to his as he pulled up her panties and shorts, fixing them as he would dress a child.
“I love you, now go,” Rich said, patting her bottom. She ran down the stairs as he peeked in Monique’s room.
“Uncle Rich?”
“I thought you were asleep.” He sat down on the bed.
“I heard Sammi yelling.”
“She got a spanking, Monique. I told her not to go up after you and she did it anyway.”
“I won’t climb the cliff again. I promise,” the child said, hugging his neck.
Rich hugged her back. She was so tiny in his arms. “I trust you to keep that promise. Now go to sleep. It’s past your bedtime.”
Jen sat with Cherell outside on the deck, eyeing Sam as she spoke with her parents. “So far, it looks like only you and I are spank free tonight,” Jen chuckled, seeing Sam rub her bottom after being popped from behind by her brother.
“What’s it like?” Cherell asked.
Jen made a face. “It hurts terribly. I don’t seek it out. You’ve never been spanked?”
“No. I always stay hidden and away from being noticed. I don’t like being seen.”
“But you’re so pretty,” Jen argued.
“Not until you did my makeover. But I’m still me. The worse that’s happened was my mother slapping me across the face when I was little for saying a word I heard from Cecily. I learned to keep silent after that.”
“How sad. There is no silence in this family,” Jen said, seeing Michael pull Sam onto his lap to further aggravate her by pinching her thigh. In less than a minute’s time, they were both on the floor wrestling playfully. Sam lost.
Cherell grinned, watching them. “I like coming here. And being away from Randy and my mother. You’ve been a good friend, Jen. Thanks. I’ve never had one before.”
“You just never gave yourself the chance to find one. When you get back home, you’ll see things differently.”
“I go to a year-round boarding school for girls. This stuff won’t be coming with me, I’m afraid. We have uniforms and no makeup.”
“You are adorable. Keep wearing your contacts and take care of your hair. You’ll be surprised,” Jen reassured her. “Save your civilian clothes and makeup for when you escape on the weekends.”
“I never go out, though.”
“You will now. Let yourself have some fun. Hey Sammi, how’s the rump?”
“Rich used Mike’s freakin’ hairbrush. If he wasn’t so cute…”
“You love him. And I want to burn that hairbrush,” Jen added.
Sam grunted, glaring back at the boys who were now arm wrestling on the coffee table. She smiled; it was hard to stay angry. Michael won and was hooting.
“Is it always this way?” Cherell asked.
Sam felt her eyes tearing, watching them. “Always. And it better never change.”
***
“Okay, ladies, your folks are coming home tomorrow. We want you to know that you are welcome here anytime you want. We’re all going to miss you,” Dr. Quimby said around the dinner table. The Riley girls looked sad.
“I wish we didn’t have to go, Uncle Joe,” Cecily said, picking at her plate. He smiled. She had taken to calling him and Scott ‘uncle’ after her night with them. It was a term of respect, which he gratefully accepted.
“I wish you didn’t have to either, but your home is England. You always have one here if you ever need it.”
“I’m thinking about applying to college here in the States,“ she said, gazing at them.
“That would be wonderful. When did you decide to go back to school?”
“Mike and I had a long talk. I never realized how many options I had for my life.” She blushed.
Scott winked at his shrugging nephew. “He’s a smart man. I’m glad you listened to him.”
“I don’t wanna go back there. It’s cold and I have no one to play with. I’m going to miss Uncle Rich most,” Monique quipped.
“Still like me even after how mean I was?” Rich asked, eyes twinkling.
She made a face. She had reminded him about how mean he was every day for the past week. “I was bad. It was my fault. You also made my finger fall off.” She lifted her left hand with her index finger bent against her palm.
“Other hand,” Jen whispered. Monique quickly changed sides and gave Rich the puppy dog eye look.
“Wow, Rich, you made an impression.” Michael grinned. Rich stuck his tongue out at his friend, making everyone laugh.
“You’ve also picked up some six-year-old traits, Richard.” Dr. Quimby chuckled.
“Some eighteen-year-old traits, you mean. Sam does that all the time,” Michael teased, laughing as his sister repeated the gesture in his direction.
“I’m going to miss all of you really badly. Jen, you promise to keep in touch?” Cherell asked.
Jen smiled, hugging her. “Absolutely. Think about what we talked about, too.”
“I will.”
“Am I to understand that you three want to visit here again?” Scott asked gruffly.
“Yes, sir, Uncle Scott.” The three grinned.
He grunted. “And when am I to expect another house full of hens?”
“Maybe during winter break? Of course, we have to work out some details,” Dr. Quimby said, eyeing Scott. The one ugly detail being Randolph.
“Let’s aim for that. And ladies? You do remember what we talked about regarding respect and consideration? Even if others don’t treat you the same?” Scott asked.
“We want changes in our lives and things might have to start with us,” Cecily said, hugging her sisters who sat on either side of her.
Monique smiled at her. “I like you when you’re so nice, Cissy.”
“I like being so nice, Moni.”
Dr. Quimby felt himself choke with emotion. Maybe the ugliness can be broken before these children passed it to the next generation. It gave him hope. His eyes widened suddenly.
“Did you feel that?” Michael asked. Rich and Sam nodded, running out to the deck with their father on their heels. The others followed.
“What is going on? Oh my god!” Scott gasped. Blue whales were breaching high in the canyon, their massive bodies launching out of the water with a power and strength never before witnessed. Sam held her breath, the images washing into her in floods.
“Sam? What’s happening?” Jen asked, clutching her arm. Sam felt tears running down her face.
“They brought someone for me to meet. Excuse me, but I have to go,” she said, running to change. The f
amily watched as she dove over the side and into the inlet. They could see her red wetsuit a short distance before she went under.
“What is happening? Joe?”
“The baby that was born the other night is here. That’s all I know,” Michael said, holding Jen.
“Is she going to be safe out there? Those animals are unbelievable,” Cecily asked, looking worriedly at Dr. Quimby.
He wrapped his arm around her shoulders. “She’s in the safest place she could be except for home. She’s with her pod,” he said, closing his eyes and trying to relax his mind to feel the swirls. A tiny smile played on his lips as he caught an image of his calf with the new baby. They were both beautiful.
Michael walked over to hug him. “She sent you a present.”
“I saw it. Wow,” he whispered.
Sam returned an hour later as the giant pod dispersed. She was glowing with happiness.
“Did you feel it?” she asked her father as he held her tightly, tears in his eyes.
“I felt both things. You refused. Why?”
“Because it’s part of who I am now. It would have changed that. I hoped with you being integrated now, you would understand.” Sam looked up at him with worry in her eyes.
He smiled, holding her closer. “I’m glad you did. I’m at peace with it.”
“What are you talking about, sis?” Michael asked, surrounded by the rest of the family.
Dr. Quimby kissed the top of her head. “The blues offered to heal her. She refused. It would have cost her the pod. And our connection.”
“Oh Lord…” Scott said, eyes welling. “Would you have been normal again?”
“Only with the breathing and balance situation. They couldn’t fix anything else that was broken. Too many pieces were missing, but I asked. I’m sorry, Rich.”
“Sorry? Why are you sorry? I told you I am thrilled about being an uncle only. Scott never missed out and I won’t either. God, I love you!” Rich said, tears running down his cheeks. Sam embraced him as he cried into her neck, unsure of what to do with this unexpected show of raw emotion. Dr. Quimby ushered everyone into the house to give them some privacy.
“Rich? Talk to me. What’s wrong?”
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