Lila's Life

One

"Race you!" Dad says as we run back to the house.

He beats me every time, but I'm getting closer. We laugh as we walk inside. Mom is cooking dinner when we walk in. Dad kisses her.

"Gosh, you guys are sweaty." Mom laughs. "Go shower and dinner will be ready when you're done."

I go upstairs, change out of my clothes and hop in the shower. When I'm done, I comb out my wet hair and put on some pajamas.

Downstairs, mom is putting dinner on the table while Dad sits down. We're having fried chicken, green beans, and potatoes.

"So, Lila. Did you get your report card today?" Mom asks.

Oh no. I'd forgotten. My grades are not so good, and I'm not too excited to show them.

"Yes ma'am." I say.

"We'll look over it after dinner." Dad says.

I nod and finish eating. We clean off the table, and I do the dishes. Mom and Dad are relaxing in the living room when I'm done.

"Bring us your report card, please." Mom says.

I get it from my book bag, and look over it before handing it to her. Two C's, one D, and one F. Normally I do much better, but I haven't been trying too hard lately. I regret it now.

"Lila, this is unacceptable." Mom signs it. "Go put it up, and we'll discuss your punishment."

I nod and put it back in my backpack in my room, then return to my parents.

"Lila, you can't let your grades slip like this." Dad says. "We're very disappointed, and we know you can do much better."

"You can choose your punishment. Either no phone until your grades get back up, or a spanking with a promise to study hard."

I hate spankings, but that pain lasts a day or two. I need my phone, though.

"Spanking." I mumble.

"Speak clearly young lady." Mom says.

"Spanking."

It's a 50/50 chance that dad spanks me, 50/50 mom. This happens often, and they switch off. Both of them are equally painful and embarrassing.

"Come with me." Dad says.

I follow him out to the garage.

"Drop your pants and bend over the table."

I do what he says. My pajama shorts fall to my ankles. A cool November breeze brushes across my bare thighs, through the window. I hope the neighbors aren't out to hear me yell.

Dad picks up a leather strap, one that he made for special occasions like this, and rests it on my bottom. He let me keep my panties on, thank God.

"Lila, why are you getting a spanking?"

"My grades were bad, and I should have tried harder."

"Do you promise you'll get them up next period?"

"Yes sir."

With that, he rests his hand on the small of my back, and brings the strap down.

"Ahh!" I yelp, leaning forward.

"Be still, Lila."

"Yes sir." I brace myself.

"OWW!" I'm as still as I can as he reigns down on my bottom. "OHH! Dadddddyyyy, owww, stop! I'm sorry! OUCH! AHH!"

I scream, and then begin to cry, I think he'll never stop. I feel like I'm a little kid, getting spanked like this.

But shortly after I start sobbing, he does.

"I'm s-Sorry." I whimper, rubbing my butt, which feels like it's on fire.

"I know, Lila. It's okay." Dad hugs me.

I pull my pants up, and follow him back to mom. She hugs me, too.

"You're going to do better, right?"

"Yes ma'am!"