Lisa's pov

After we leave Dean Banfeld's office, I can barely keep up with Mike as he's walking to the car. It's obvious he's beyond furious.

"Mike, I'm..." I stop mid sentence when Mike abruptly turns around and gives me a look so cold, it could freeze the Tropics.

"What?" he asks, seething.

"Uh, nevermind," I say quickly, not wanting to poke the very short tempered angry bear currently standing in front of me.

"That's what I thought," Mike growls, getting behind the wheel and slamming the car door.

The ride home was interminable even though in reality it took about eleven minutes. We sat in complete silence. Mike had a death grip on the steering wheel the entire time. I couldn't help but feel that's how tightly he would be gripping my throat, given the opportunity to strangle me.

"Wait for me here," Mike said, as we entered his room.

"Where are you go..." Mike turned and glared at me so I immediately stopped talking.

"Where am I going? Is that what you were going to ask, Lisa?"

I just look down and nod, afraid anything I say will only make things worse.

"I'M GOING BACK TO WORK, LISA!" He's yelling now. "You know, just ONCE I would like to have a week go by where I don't get called to the dean's office to pick up one of my delinquent children. IS THAT TOO MUCH TO ASK?"

No way I'm answering that question.

"I expect to find you sitting in that chair when I get back and so help me God if you're not. At that time the four of us are going to have a lengthy conversation about the perils of fighting."

"Four?" I question quietly.

"You, me, Shane, and MY BELT," Mike clarifies, before walking out, slamming the door behind him.

Well fuck me. Looking at my watch, it's only 1:55pm. I have at least three hours, maybe four before Mike and Shane get back. This blows. I'm gonna kill Stacey. This is all her fault. It would serve her right if I told Mike and Shane about her new boyfriend. Who am I kidding? I would never do that.

I head over to one of the common rooms to kill some time before I have to be back in Mike's room. After watching tv for a couple hours, I decide to go to my room and see what the girls are up to. I fill them in on the fight but leave out the parts about Lauren talking smack about Stacey.

Around 4:30pm I start getting antsy and decide to go back to Mike's room in case they leave work early. As I'm opening Mike's bedroom door, a hand reaches above me and slams it shut, scaring the crap out of me.

"Geez what the he..." I stop myself when I turn and see an incredibly upset Mike looming over me. Shit! They left work really early.

"You seem to be having a hard time following the rules lately, Lisa. Why is that?" Mike is leaning over me, holding his door closed with his left hand. He's standing so close, l can smell the cinnamon from the mints he keeps in his car. I try to step back but I'm already pressed up against his door. Feeling incredibly intimidated right now, I hold my breath and wait for Mike to make the next move.

"I thought I told you to be sitting in the chair in my room when I returned from work or there'd be consequences. Did I not? Was I not clear?"

Is that a question or a statement? I swear Mike does this on purpose. There is no correct response to that statement, or if there is I have no idea what that response would be.

"I don't know what you want me to say, Mike. I really don't." I don't want to play this game. It's a game I know I can't win.

Mike slides his left hand down and opens the door.

"Take a seat," he whispers harshly in my ear.

I see Shane sitting on Mike's bed as I enter the room. I take a seat in the chair by the door and wait for the beat down to begin.

Mike walks over to his desk chair, taking several deep calming breaths before sitting down. He rubs his left hand over his face, closes his eyes, and begins rubbing his temples. He's clearly too agitated to deal with me right now. He knows he needs to calm down as he's dangerously close to losing his temper.

"I think it's time you start explaining your behavior today, young lady." Shane's now standing in front of me, one eyebrow raised, hands on his hips.

"Didn't Mike already tell you?" My words are laced with attitude.

"Alright, apparently you want to skip the conversation and get straight to the punishment." As the word punishment leaves his lips, I hear the whoosh of his belt speeding through his pant loops. "Have it your way, Lisa."

Shane grabs my left arm, yanks me up out of the chair to a standing position and quickly cracks his belt across my backside. I yelp from the sting penetrating the thin fabric of my shorts. Shane smacks my ass harshly five more times in quick succession with the unforgiving strip of black leather clutched tightly in his right hand.

"Ready to start the conversation yet?" Shane turns me towards him, tightly gripping above my right shoulder blade. Pinching the muscle between his left thumb and forefinger, I grimace from the pain.

"What do you want me to say?" My eyes are welling with tears.

Shane loosens his grip.

"Lisa, you received an in-school suspension today for fighting. I think that in itself is worthy of an explanation, not to mention the reasoning behind your decision to deliberately disobey Mike by failing to wait where you were told." Shane is genuinely surprised by my lack of desire to explain my actions.

"SHE PISSED ME OFF, OKAY. THAT FUCKING BITCH LAUREN STARTED MOUTHING OFF, TALKING SHIT about STA..." I stop myself from shouting Stacey's name, otherwise defending her would have been in vain.

"LISA MICHELLE!" Mike yells, no longer a silent observer behind his desk. "WHAT IN GOD'S NAME HAS GOTTEN INTO YOU?" He has his belt doubled over in his left hand as he approaches. I have no idea how he manages to remove his belt so quickly, I swear the human eye can't even perceive it.

"FIGHTING, DEFIANT DISOBEDIENCE, CURSING. I DON'T KNOW WHERE ALL THIS IS COMING FROM BUT IT STOPS HERE AND NOW. BEND OVER THE BED, LISA!"

"Mike, I'm sorry, I didn't..." Realizing the world of hurt my backside is in for, I attempt to plead my case.

"You're about to be very sorry, young lady. OVER THE BED, NOW!"

"Please, Mike, I..."

"NO, LISA! The time for apologies has passed." Mike pulls me out of Shane's grasp and forcibly bends me over his bed. He swiftly lands two strokes of his belt across my thighs before reaching around my waist to unbutton my shorts and yank them below my knees.

I'm crying freely now as I tightly grip Mike's comforter anticipating the next harsh stroke on my vulnerable panty clad bottom. I don't have to wait long as Mike rains down stroke after punishing stroke, lighting a fire on my quivering butt cheeks. What the Hell was I thinking? Did I really believe I could get away with any of this?

Mike concentrates the next four strokes directly on my panty lines, striping red lines on the tender flesh of the curves of my ass.

I cry out, "OW, OW, PLEASE STOP! I'm sorry, Mike, PLEASE!"

"You've more than earned this punishment, Lisa. Make no mistake about it. Just be thankful Dean Banfeld didn't grant you an out of school suspension or you'd be getting this spanking ten-fold."

Mike stripes five more blistering strokes just below the waistline. He ends the belting with four more strokes to each cheek.

Inbetween sobs, I let out a sigh of relief as I hear Mike buckle his belt.

"Lisa, stand and face me."

I slowly rise and turn towards Mike, unable to stop hiccuping as the tears continue to fall. He tightly grips my collarbone between the thumb and pointer finger of his left hand as he bends to my eye level before continuing.

"I suggest you start following the rules, unless you want a repeat of the belting you just received. Shane and I simply will not tolerate fighting, cursing, nor defiance. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yyyes sssir," I stutter softly, whimpering amidst tearful sniffles.

"Good, now bend over the bed again. Shane's going to give you ten more strokes with his belt for failing to wait in the chair as you were told."

My tears flow freely hearing Mike say my punishment isn't over yet.

"Please don't spank me anymore. I'm sorry, I promise I'll never fight again," I fruitlessly beg for mercy but Mike's not havin' it.

"Make no mistake about it, Lisa, when we tell you to do something, it best be done as the consequences for disobedience will be severe." He gives me an extremely cold stare as he motions me back over the bed.

I reluctantly assume the humiliating position once again. I begin sobbing as Shane mercilessly delivers ten more stinging strokes with his belt, due to my defiance.

After the last stroke, Shane pulls my shorts up, draws me close and whispers in my ear, "It's finished, luv."

Desperate for comfort, I gladly accept his embrace.

"I'm so sorry, Shane. I really am."

"I know you are, luv, but Mike's the one you owe a proper apology. Am I right?" Shane held me at arm's length and tilted my chin up to meet his gaze.

"Yes sir," I say sadly.

I slowly make my way over to face Mike. For some reason, it's difficult for me to look him in the eye when I softly speak my repentance.

"I'm sorry you had to leave work to come get me at school and I'm really sorry I didn't listen to you."

"Lisa, look at me," Mike said with authority and kindness.

When I forced myself to acknowledge the tired sadness in his eyes, he pulled me in close and held me tightly against his chest. I knew I was forgiven without him ever saying a word.