Aftercare: General's Daughter, Book 4

by Breanna Hayse

  “Yes, sir.” She saw his smile. He really wasn’t angry!

  “Do you like living in the dorms?”

  “Not really, Scott. It’s loud and cramped and lonely. I just can’t afford my own place yet. Heck, I’d rather live here, even for two weeks.”

  “I’m beginning to think we are running a Board and Care. First, Rich becomes a permanent fixture and now we’re not going to be able to get rid of you. Humph,” he grunted.

  Jen smiled. “Do you mean it? I can really stay here? Oh, thank you, Scott!” She hugged him tightly as he nodded.

  “Thank me when we’re done here. Rules. No squirming, kicking, pinching or fighting. Doing so will result in five strokes of my hairbrush and a start over. This isn’t a lesson in how to take pain; it’s a lesson in how to obey when it seems impossible. You will position yourself across my knee, hands on the floor and stay there. Your britches will be coming down, so you might as well drop them now,” he stated firmly, placing his heavy wood brush within reach.

  Jen trembled, blushing with embarrassment as she unzipped her pants and stepped out of them. She silently positioned herself as instructed, gripping the carpet as he adjusted his legs to give himself full access to her pale bottom. He hooked his finger in the band of her panties and slipped them down to her ankles. Her bottom jiggled as he positioned his knee again. Michael was one lucky young man, he thought, admiring the saucy, plump globes.

  “Two hundred to start with my hand.”

  “Two hundred! You are going to kill me!” Jen exclaimed.

  Scott tsked, patting her bottom. “I could easily double that if you like.”

  “No, sir. Two hundred,” Jen whimpered. She clenched her muscles, waiting, but Scott continued to talk about being responsible and thinking of her future. He finally asked if she was ready, knowing the delay made his victim eager to get it over with. The first spank landed and she yelped. He smacked as hard as Rich. She started kicking at only five and he picked up the hairbrush. The five strokes across her sit spots left her crying.

  “Let’s try this again.”

  Jen lost count as to how many times he started over. She was finally able to stay still for the entire session because she was too tired to fight anymore. He stood her up and sent her into the corner, instructing her that she was to keep her hands on top of her head and not try to rub. A tissue was handed to her, but she was afraid to bring her arms down to use it.

  “You can blow your nose. That’s why I gave it to you,” Scott said gently. Her chubby bottom was dark red with bruising outlined in the shape of the brush. He really needed to get Michael one of those for this girl. Rich, too. He had her stand for twenty minutes.

  “Jennifer, come here.” Scott held her close, kissing the top of her head. “We aren’t done. If you need to use the bathroom, go do so, then come back.”

  “I don’t need to go.” She sniffed sadly.

  Scott pointed to his work desk, which sat next to the western window. Reaching into the top drawer, he removed his ruler. “Over the desk and hold the edges. You are not to budge or I get the strap. Trust me, you don’t want to feel that today. Ten strokes for the number of weeks you’ve been selling. Is that time accurate?”

  “Yes, sir, Scott. I’m sorrrrrry.” She started crying again.

  He squatted to look at her face. “Consequences of choice. Think twice before letting yourself down like this again.” His voice was gentle and Jen was able to see his softness. It was proof that he really, truly cared. The ruler fell quickly across her bottom, each stroke exact and punctuated. He spared nothing with his delivery and her skin showed it. No, the poor girl would not be sitting at work tomorrow. Jen sobbed into the desk, her fingers white with gripping the edge. The punishment ended quickly and Scott sat on his small couch to wait for when she felt up to leaving her position.

  “Come here when you feel up to it, Jenny,” Scott ordered quietly. She rose a few minutes later and wobbled over to him. Gently, he pulled her onto his lap to hold her lovingly. “You’re forgiven, you know. It’s done. I’m sorry I had to be so hard on you, but better me than someone who doesn’t care. And Jen?”

  “Yes, Scott?”

  “No sex. You are grounded. This isn’t to be an opportunity for my nephew to get his rocks off.”

  “Scott! Please!”

  “Did I embarrass you? I’m sorry. I’m not used to having a lady in the house,” Scott chuckled, hugging her.

  “Sam’s a lady.”

  “When she chooses to be. We have no secrets, so we tend to be blunt about things. If you want to, you can jump in the shower and cool down a bit before you come out. Take your time, but I do expect to see you for dinner.”

  “Yes, sir, Scott. I’m really sorry about this. Thank you for caring,” Jen whispered.

  “That’s my girl. You can come out and join us when you are ready,” Scott said softly, kissing the side of her face.

  Jen gently touched her bottom after he left the room. Even the breeze hurt. But she did feel forgiven. And loved.

  “Where are my kids? Why aren’t they home yet? I have been gone forever and they should be here,” Scott demanded as he walked outside.

  Rich shrugged. “They had to go deep for a while for Sam to balance. How’s Jen?”

  “She’s one hurting little girl with a clean conscience. Joe doesn’t understand that completely. It’s hard to explain this to him sometimes.”

  “You, Mike and I are geared towards that. Maybe he’s less so because he’s a healer.”

  “He’s not as straight laced as you think. Trust me, he has a kinky side too. At least with my sister he did. His kids are another story, though. Different rules for them.”

  “Maybe he tries to over-compensate because you’re so hard.”

  “He can be hard too, believe me. He just has a longer fuse about some things than I do. While other things... not so much. There are my babies! Come to your old Uncle Scott. I missed you,” the man said, arms out for their wet embrace.

  “We’re glad you’re back, Scott. We missed you, too,” Michael said, ignoring the ‘babies’ comment and Rich’s amused laughter as he embraced his uncle warmly. He had learned long ago that the more he protested, the more satisfaction Scott achieved by saying things like that. Sam, of course, didn’t mind, and happily squeezed him around neck as he lifted her easily into his arms.

  “I’m so sorry about what you both were put through with that damn assignment. Princess, I am just so proud of you. Not happy about my truck, but still proud.”

  “Thanks, Uncle Scott. If it makes you feel any better, I really hate driving that beast. It’s too big for me. I fit better in the Jag—”

  “Don’t even go there, kid. Where’s Jen?” Michael asked.

  Rich looked sad. “She confessed. Scott just dealt with her.”

  “Oh no, Scott, you didn’t,” Michael said, concern in his eyes.

  Scott nodded, arm around his nephew’s broad shoulders. “She didn’t feel she had paid her dues. She was given a choice, and she decided on her own that she needed us to finish what Rich had started. Sorry, but you know how things are around here. She’s also grounded for two weeks. She will be staying here. No sex.”

  “But…”

  “But what? You heard me. You can’t reward after being punished. And don’t you even try to pull the definition of sex bullshit line with me.”

  “Is Jen going to move in with us?” Sam asked, arms around Scott’s hard waist.

  “Just because I’m letting her use the downstairs guest room on a permanent basis and we gave Rich the upstairs guestroom to use as his own, doesn’t mean we are running a bed and breakfast.”

  “So that means yes?”

  “I did not say that.”

  “They are welcome to stay whenever or however long they wish to. I think it would be good if she didn’t have to worry about paying for the dorm, at least through the summer,” Dr. Quimby said, joining his family on the outside deck. “I’m going to c
heck on my other girl. I’ll be right back.”

  “Old softie,” Scott grumbled. “You two, go rinse off the seaweed and put some dry clothes on. I’m hungry and I’m tired of waiting to be fed.” He watched the two run upstairs, and then turned back to Rich. “I love my family.”

  “I do too.” Rich hugged him. “Thanks for taking us in.”

  Michael and Sam were back downstairs by the time Dr. Quimby came out with Jen. She went straight to Scott to hug him, and then fell into Michael’s strong arms. Sam slipped her a pillow for her chair (unnoticed) while they had dinner. Blushing, Jen took most of her meal standing.

  “Richard, take Jen and Samantha to the dorm to get all her stuff out of there. Michael, you have KP,” Scott ordered after dinner. “Joe, contact the student housing and settle her bill.”

  Michael rolled his eyes. “He’s baaaaaaack.”

  “What did you say?” Scott lifted a brow. “Did I stutter? Or are you having a major malfunction when it comes to obeying orders?”

  “Sir, yes sir! KP as ordered, General Sir!” Michael popped to attention with a perfect salute. Scott strolled around him, saluting back, making Michael stand still, eyes forward.

  “So, this maggot has a smart mouth, does he? Drop and give me twenty!”

  “SIR! Yes, sir!” Michael started doing pushups. Both hands, then one on the ground with the other behind his back, then stood back up at attention.

  Sam giggled, elbowing Jen as the other girl stared in disbelief at the interaction. “Michael loves doing pushups. You would think Uncle Scott would realize this is not a punishment by now.”

  “Are you eyeballing me, maggot?” Scott shouted in Michael’s face. Dr. Quimby looked bored, and picked up his paper.

  “Why is he calling Mike that?” Jen whispered, observing the disinterest by the rest of the family.

  “Old boot camp drill instructor thing. They will do this until one of them breaks. Scott usually gets bored before Mike loses face. They’ve done this since I was a little girl and Scott bought Mike his first set of cammies. I think he was six.”

  “How cute,” Jen said, giggling.

  “I remember him refusing to wear anything but his cammies. He loved those things. He had a fit when I discovered they were fun to play in and got covered in mud or something. Let’s go, we’ll be here all night if we wait for them to stop.”

  The three men were still in the living room when the girls and Rich returned from Jen’s dorm.

  “Pack mule! Front and center! Need hauling from the jeep,” Sam ordered.

  Michael stood slowly, smacking the back of her head as he walked by. “Is this everything?” he asked, carrying a trunk.

  Jen nodded. “I don’t have a whole lot.”

  “Including clean clothes. She needs a serious Saturday morning cleaning regime,” Rich snitched.

  “Since you’ll be living here, that will certainly be enforced,” Dr. Quimby said with a grin.

  Jen wrinkled her nose. “I hate doing cleaning and doing laundry. I can live out of my suitcase for two weeks easy.”

  “You misunderstand. You will be living here,” Scott said gruffly. “I thought I made it clear.”

  “You are to put your clothes away and the laundry room is down the hall next to the garage. Tomorrow after work, all of you can go over and clean up her dorm room. We can get you a different phone number if you wish in your room or you may use the house number. Do you have a cell?” Dr. Quimby asked.

  “Yes sir,” Jen whispered, stunned.

  “Give Samantha your account and the lab will cover it. If you have any car problems, let Rich take care of it. Michael and Scott are useless.”

  “We are not!” both yelled.

  Dr. Quimby ignored them, “We do a lot as a family and you are welcome to participate if you wish. We don’t want you to feel obligated to do anything you don’t want to, okay? There might be some things you have no interest in. Just be honest with us, we won’t pressure you.”

  “I love doing things with the family, Jen,” Michael said. “I need to let you know I probably won’t stay home if you choose not to go, okay? It’s important to me.”

  “This goes for you too, Richard. If there are things you guys might like to do with the family, let us know.”

  “I don’t know how to say this, except bluntly. Money is not an issue. Talk to us about what you would like to do and when it’s feasible, we’ll see if we can do it,” Scott added, flipping through TV channels.

  “That’s awesome, thank you!” Jen clapped her hands.

  Scott chuckled. “Got somewhere in mind already, missy?”

  “DISNEY!” she squealed. The men groaned.

  “Wonderful. That is all we need, another Disney brat. Samantha loves the stupid place. Right now, young lady, to your room. Your restriction starts immediately. And no trying to weasel out of it,” Scott ordered. She quickly kissed all of them and then trotted to her new room.

  “It looks like you have a big sister, kiddo,” Scott said, hugging his niece.

  “I like her. As long as I get my cuddle time, I can share.”

  “Just no fighting. We’ve never had two girls in the house, so it might get a little crazy. No tattling either.”

  “Hey, I have two other men I can go to with reports if need be. So there!” Sam laughed.

  “You are a brat, know that?” Scott asked, pulling her onto his lap and squeezing her hard. “Damn it, baby. I missed you. Don’t you go scaring me like this again.”

  Sam said nothing as she snuggled under his chin, holding the arms that were wrapped around her body. She inhaled deeply, knowing that she was safe and loved.

  ***

  Two weeks later, Sam took in a cleansing breath as she tried to control her temper. She leveled her eyes at Jen. “I’m not going to get in trouble because you didn’t finish your chores. Daddy is going to be back from his run any minute now and these have to be done. We do this every Saturday, Jen. You know that.”

  “I’ll do them later. What’s the big deal?”

  “You can be so infuriating! Just clean the damn sink the right way. He said to do the guest bathroom and I did my half. I’m going up to my room. You deal with him.”

  Jen waved her away, and then walked back to her bedroom. Dr. Quimby had given her two weeks to get everything organized and put away, with specific instructions. She completed her tasks with minimal effort, grateful that Michael was a neatnik. She would never worry about a clean house if she ever married him, that was certain. The two girls were also instructed to clean the community restroom downstairs. Sam did the toilet and the floor, leaving the sink and mirror for Jen. The girl had only wiped it quickly with a wet sponge, leaving streaks everywhere. She ignored Sam’s advice as to what her father expected, stating no one ever really used that bathroom anyway.

  Sam stayed in her room, fuming. She knew she would probably get into trouble if the chore wasn’t completed properly, but she wasn’t going to cover up for Jen’s laziness. Her room was twice Jen’s size and her own bathroom a lot larger and she had her own mess to take care of. She heard the front door open as all four returned.

  “Girls! We’re back!” Dr. Quimby called, going into the kitchen for water.

  Sam came down, holding her nose. “You guys are sweating all over the place. Go jump in the pool or something.”

  “How about a hug?” Rich teased, chasing her around the island. He was soaked.

  “You’re gross. At least you don’t reek. Daddy, I need to talk to you about something. Do you have a minute?”

  “Only if you promise to make me bacon.”

  “You and your bacon. Yes, I’ll make you bacon. It’s Jen,” she said quietly, “I don’t know how to get her to understand what sharing chores means.”

  “Are you snitching?”

  “No sir, I’m asking for advice. I have no problems with her at work. She’s great, really helpful, cleans up her station. Here, though… I think I know how you feel about me and my m
ess.”

  “I’ll talk with her if I need to. I will remind you, no tattling is allowed in this family unless the person is in danger.”

  “Yes, sir. How many pieces?”

  “The whole package.”

  “No, I’ll make you two.”

  “Six.”

  “Four. No more. It’s not good for your heart or that gorgeous physique.”

  “Good ego stroke. You’re learning.” Dr. Quimby toweled off and went to Jen’s room. He tapped on the door.

  “Come in. Hi! Did you have a good run?” Jen asked with a smile, looking up from her laptop.

  “I did. How’re the chores going?”

  “Okay, I guess. I hate cleaning and I’m not very good at it.”

  “You’ll get better. Let’s see.” He opened her closet door. “Jen?”

  “Yes?”

  “Does this look organized to you?”

  “I can find everything I need to. Hey, you didn’t say anything about the dresser drawers,” she protested, peering over his shoulder.

  He shook his head. “This isn’t going to cut it, youngster. You have a shoe rack, why are they just tossed in? And how can you tell what is in each of your drawers? I see a pair of socks, a couple of tee shirts and shorts thrown in. Hangers are also designed to be used in a specific way, not to have things flung through them.”

  “I put everything away. That’s what matters, right?”

  “Nope. Jennifer, I gave you two weeks. You don’t have a lot of stuff. Michael!”

  “Yeah, Dad?”

  “Come in here please. Do you mind helping Jen get this room in order? She needs some boot camp training and we both know we can’t expect your sister to be the model of perfection here.”

  “Samantha does a good job, when she does it. But yes, I’ll help. I’ve been holding formal inspections since I was six.” Michael puffed his chest proudly.

  “In your little cammies?” Jen teased.

  “Oh, you heard about those. Yeah, the ones my little sister destroyed when she found a puddle of tar.”

  “Jennifer?” Dr. Quimby called from the bathroom. “Who did what in here?”