Julie's pov

This afternoon will be the third conference call our guardians will be attending with Mr. Kemp. While the first two went quite well, I'm afraid today's will be rather sour in nature. I believe the saying goes, "All good things must come to an end," and today at approximately 3:30pm, they most certainly will.

At that time, Mr. Kemp will undoubtedly inform Mike and Shane about three things. One, I was late to class on Wednesday because he saw me reaching for the door right before the bell was about to ring so he held the door shut from the inside. I'm pretty confident he'll leave out that portion of the story though. Once the bell rang he opened the door and said, "You're late, you have detention after school."

Two, I replied, "I can't, I already have detention with Senor Garcia today." I received a detention in Spanish class for talking during class and preventing the other students from completing their classwork.

Three, because I was texting during class, Mr. Kemp confiscated my new burner phone, which Mike and Shane have no idea I bought.

I'm pretty sure Lisa's in the clear this week but me, not so much. Long about 4pm, I'll be looking for a hole to crawl into and die as that would be more desirable than facing the wrath of Mike and Shane. Judging by the clock on the wall, the shit should be hitting the fan any minute now.

I'm sitting on my bed getting my final affairs in order, while Carrie sits at her desk completing her French homework, when the shit hits in the form of angry knocking on the door.

"Come in," Carrie replies sweetly, as I look at her dumbfounded and mouth, "Really?" I'm shocked she can so effortlessly toss me right into the lions' den.

Shane slams open our door, with Mike waiting anxiously and angrily in the wings.

"Sorry to interrupt your homework, luv, but we need to have a few words with your sister." Shane smiles at Carrie before turning to glare at me. "MY ROOM, THIS INSTANT!"

I begrudgingly follow Shane out the door. Mike takes the opportunity to smack me extremely hard on the ass, following behind me.

"OWWWW!" I reach back to rub my now smarting behind, making the mistake of establishing eye contact with Mike in the process.

His face is beet red and contorted in an angry scowl. Mike slaps my bottom again, even harder before we get to Shane's room. I try to reach back and rub but Mike grabs my right wrist and pins it up against my lower back as he spanks me repeatedly, while not so gently ushering me into Shane's room. I already have tears in my eyes from Mike's warm-up. I know damn well, however, that Shane is going to be responsible for the main event and I'm in for a world of hurt, which absolutely terrifies me to my core.

My fear is validated when Shane goes straight to his closet and pulls out his Admiral's belt.

Mike slams the bedroom door behind him as he points to the chair next to Shane's bed and commands, "SIT!"

I feel for the chair seat blindly with my hands as I cannot take my eyes off the Admiral's belt.

"Where should I begin, Julie?" Shane is furious. "It's almost as if you intentionally defied every order I gave you regarding my expectations for your behavior in Mr. Kemp's class." Shane slaps his Admiral's belt loudly atop his desk. I cringe hearing the sharp crack his heavy belt produces in the awkward silence. "UNBELIEVABLE!" Shane shouts, running his thumb and forefinger across his forehead in frustration.

"You were late to his class Wednesday, which earned you a detention that you claimed you couldn't serve after school because, why exactly?" I have a feeling Shane knows exactly why as Mr. Kemp seems to have a photographic memory when it comes to my misdeeds. There isn't any point in lying at this stage in the game.

"I already had a detention to serve that day from my Spanish teacher," I mumble, while looking at the chipped nail polish on my right hand.

Mike comes over, stands in front of me, and grips my chin in his left hand.

Tilting my head up to establish eye contact, he asks, "Pray tell, Julie, why did Shane and I find out about your Spanish class detention two days after the fact and from Mr. Kemp yet? We should have heard it from you on Wednesday, should we have not?"

Here we go again, another round with the Riddler. Good Lord. Mike is looking me in the eyes, expectantly awaiting my response to his convoluted contrived question.

"Yeah, I guess." I really don't know what Mike wants from me right now. How they found out about my detention from Senor Garcia seems pretty irrelevant in the grand scheme of my recent wrongdoings.

"What have I told you time and time again about lies of omission, Julie?" Mike is giving me an extremely cold stare, his hands on his hips now.

I feel like I'm in a courtroom right now on trial.

"I didn't tell you about the detention from Senor Garcia because he gave it to me for a stupid reason." Objection, your Honor, this line of questioning is annoying and irrelevant.

"That's not what I asked you, Julie. Answer my question and answer it, NOW! What have I told you about lies of omission?" Mike is getting worked up. Objection overruled.

"A LIE OF OMISSION IS STILL A LIE! Okay? IS THAT WHAT YOU WANTED TO HEAR MIKE? DOES IT REALLY FUC..."

Mike roughly grabs my face.

"Don't even think about finishing that sentence, Julie. You're in more than enough trouble already. Trust me when I say, you do not want to push the envelope today, little girl. Understand?"

I nod my head yes since Mike still has a tight grip on my jaw.

"Tell me right now why Senor Garcia gave you a detention." Mike again returns his hands to his hips as he scowls at me.

Objection, your Honor, the prosecution is badgering the witness.

"Now, Julie!"

Overruled again.

"He said I was distracting the other students from doing their work, which is stupid because I was already done with my work and I was just trying to help my friends." Seriously a moronic reason for giving someone a detention, in my book.

"That's not your place, Julie, and you know it." Mike isn't happy with my assessment of the intelligence quotient comprising Senor Garcia's logic in determining my punishment. "My guess is, Senor Garcia warned you several times to stop talking before actually giving you the detention. Am I correct or is that an erroneous assumption?"

"Whatever," I sigh in exasperation, and roll my eyes.

The defense rests.

It's time for closing arguments.

"I've had just about enough of your flippant, defiant attitude, young lady." Mike effortlessly pulls me to my feet with his right hand as he seamlessly unbuckles and removes his belt with his left. Practice makes perfect I guess.

Apparently, we've moved onto the sentencing portion of the proceedings. Mike grabs me around the waist as he bends me over his right leg which he has propped up on the chair I just recently occupied. He stripes my bottom with his belt three times in rapid succession. He's hitting hard enough that I have no difficulty feeling the sting of the leather through my jeans.

"Apologize for your attitude right now!"

"Alright, I'm sorry. Okay?" I say, without an ounce of sincerity.

"No, it most certainly is not okay," Mike states angrily, while whipping his belt against my bottom three more times. "I strongly suggest you don't push me any closer to my limit as you still have Shane's Admiral's belt to answer to. DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR, JULIE ELIZABETH?"

My cheeks flush red, realizing this is just the preliminaries.

"Yes sir," I say humbly. The main trial has yet to begin.

"Sit down, Julie," Mike states sternly.

I try not to show my discomfort as I sit my smarting bottom on the hard wooden chair. I don't want to give Mike the satisfaction of knowing how much his attitude adjustment actually hurt.

Shane lifts his Admiral's belt off his desk, clutches it in his right hand, and walks over to where I sit.

Let the courtroom drama commence.

"Care to tell me how Mr. Kemp confiscated your phone today in class when I have both your cellphone and burner phone in my possession already as punishment for what you did to Coach Ryder?" The prosecution has just introduced a crucial new piece of evidence.

"It wasn't my phone. A friend let me borrow hers." For God knows what reason, I just perjured myself on the witness stand.

"So when I go to your school Monday and pick up the phone Mr. Kemp confiscated, I won't find any evidence that the phone belongs to you, aside from you using it today of course?" Shane knows I'm lying but he wants to see how many counts of perjury I can be charged with.

"Umm, you may find some evidence..." I mumble, letting my voice trail off to an almost inaudible level. I'm hoping a partial confession will lessen my sentence.

"I want to hear you say it, Julie. Look me in the eyes and tell me how Mr. Kemp confiscated your phone today in class when I already have both your cellphone and burner phone in my possession."

Shane wants my confession on the official court record.

"I bought a new temporary phone," I answer obligingly, thoroughly ashamed but hoping my honesty may lead to a reduction in the time I'll need to serve.

I hear Mike exhale loudly when I confirm my dishonesty by contradicting my previous statement. "Unbelievable," Mike says softly, shaking his head from side to side.

"What did I tell you would happen if I ever caught you with a burner phone again, Julie?" Shane asks.

Objection, your Honor, leading the witness, also calls for speculation.

I swallow hard, recalling Shane's threat.

"Something unreasonable I'm sure."

I declare a mistrial, the defendant clearly is not fit to stand trial.

Mike kneels down to my level and grabs my jaw tightly.

"Do you think the Admiral or I find your smart mouth the slightest bit amusing right now?" Mike questions humorlessly with ice in his veins.

"My guess would be, no," I reply, not only stupidly but snottily as well.

Apparently the defense wishes to plead not guilty by reason of insanity.

Mike again pulls me up out of my seat and spanks me hard on my right buttcheek repeatedly as he says, "You have ten seconds to answer Shane's question honestly and respectfully before I remove my belt for the second time tonight to curb your attitude."

Objection, that would be a violation of the Double Jeopardy clause in the Fifth Amendment.

Sustained, Mike's belt remains buckled.

Mike continues to spank precisely the same spot over and over with his left hand until I look at Shane and relent.

"You said if you ever caught my cousin or I with a burner phone again, we wouldn't be able to sit for a month."

"That's exactly right, Julie, and I'm about to make good on that promise. Now, I want you to lower your pants and underwear then bend over my bed."

Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, have you reached a verdict? We have your Honor. We the people of the jury find the defendant guilty on all counts and sentence her to death by bare ass belting.

Neither Mike nor Shane has ever used the belt on me bare to date, yet my first time has to be with Shane's Admiral's belt. This is so not good. I most definitely am going to regret this. So far my cousin is the only one who has been privy to this particular form of torture.

Knowing I have no other alternative than to accept my fate, I do as Shane instructs and slowly lower my pants and underwear down to my knees before bending over his bed and clutching his comforter tightly in my sweaty palms. From what my cousin has told me, Shane's Admiral's belt hurts like a son of a bitch.

"Do you know why you're receiving this punishment, Julie?" Shane rests his left hand on my lower back.

"Yes sir, but please don't make me say it." I'm embarrassed enough being half naked in front of both my guardians.

"That's not how this works, Julie." Shane taps his Admiral's belt against my bottom twice. "Tell me why you're receiving this punishment."

"I was late to Mr. Kemp's class, I never told you about the detention from Senor Garcia, I was texting during class, I defied you when I bought a new temporary phone, and I was disrespectful to both you and Mike, sir." I just want to get this over with and I literally have no pride left. My naked butt is on display and I'm in tears before Shane even lands the first stroke with his Admiral's belt.

"Let this be a lesson for you, Julie, that defiance, disobedience, and disrespect lead you down a very painful path."

I held my breath, anticipating the first dreadful slap. Shane brought the Admiral's belt down swiftly on my bare bottom causing me to cry out in pain. The weight of the belt bruised as well as reddened my sensitive skin.

Shane was determined to punish my bottom severely. He laid down stroke after stroke on my quivering buttocks. The sting of the belt on top of the bruised spots was intolerable. I know when I look in the mirror tomorrow, the damage from this belt will be quite evident. Blue and purple bruises alongside angry red welts will cover the entire surface of my behind. He is certainly determined to make sure I won't be able to sit comfortably for weeks.

I clutched Shane's comforter as tightly as possible, burying my face and my cries into his soft bedding. My tears soaked through the blankets as Shane spanked me repeatedly with that beautiful, yet horrid belt. I wish I could say I didn't deserve such a severe punishment but that wouldn't be entirely true. I know I earned nearly every stroke he delivered. Once he started concentrating on my thighs and sit spots, I thought I was going to pass out from the pain.

"Please, Shane, stop. Please, it hurts so bad," I begged.

"It's meant to, luv." Shane rubbed my back gently. He wasn't angry but he was determined that I, his disobedient daughter, accept the negative consequences of my actions. I pushed up on my toes and softly stomped my feet, attempting to somehow lessen the painful sting of each slap of the belt. Shane tapped his Admiral's belt against my thoroughly punished backside, saying, "Five more, luv. Count them, followed by, I'm sorry I defied you sir."

Shane cracked the belt down on my left thigh.

I yelped before eeking out the words, "One, I'm sorry I defied you, sir." Another punishing stroke to my right thigh this time. "Two, I'm sorry I defied you, sir." Strokes three, four, and five were the hardest yet, right across my sit spots. I could barely utter discernible numbers or words amongst my violent sobbing. I've never cried so hard in my life nor experienced a pain so excruciating, except for that time in the dugout at the park of course.

Shane laid his Admiral's belt on the bed and pulled me into his arms as I cried uncontrollably, soaking tears into his dress shirt. He ran his right hand softly and gently down the length of my spine, culminating in light soothing circles being caressed on my sore bottom while his left hand held my head firmly against his muscular chest.

"Please don't ever defy me like that again, Julie."

There was an earnestness in Shane's voice I'd never heard before. He gently pulled my underwear and pants back up over my inflamed, bright red cheeks. I clutched the back of his shirt tighter, hissing at the pain from the contact between my spanked skin and the rough fabric of my clothes.

"Bloody never again, luv. Please, never defy me again," he repeated, wiping my tears before holding me closer.