The girls' room

Shane's pov

After Mike left, I turned to Carrie, saying, "Go straight to my room, I'll be there in a few minutes."

"Yes sir," she replied meekly, before rushing out, embarrassed by her tears.

Looking at Julie and Lisa, I asked in a cold tone, "The two of you saw what was going on and just allowed it to happen?"

"I'm not my cousin's keeper," Julie replied snidely, without ever looking up from her laptop.

Crossing my arms over my chest, I responded, "You know, Julie, there will still be plenty of spank left in my Admiral's belt when I'm through with your cousin and sister." This girl just never seems to learn when it comes to the matter of respect. "Would you like me to prove that to you later?"

Still glued to her screen, Julie remarked, "Not particularly, no."

I snapped the cover of her laptop shut so quickly, I almost caught her fingertips in the process. "Hey!" Julie complained, jerking her hands back just in time. "What did I do?"

I closed my eyes, shook my head in disbelief and rubbed my forehead. I really didn't want to have a third daughter lined up for a spanking.

"If you apologize for your impudent behaviour, Julie Elizabeth, and go straight to bed right after, I will refrain from bringing my cane out of retirement and striping welts across your bum." I grabbed the front of her shirt and pulled her to her feet without letting go. I looked her in the eye, making sure she knew in no uncertain terms that I was most definitely not bluffing.

Julie looked at me, seemingly assessing her options, before replying, "I apologize. Happy now?" She rolled her eyes and huffed.

Releasing her from my grasp, I stripped my belt from around my waist and pulled her over the bed. I swiftly belted her behind. Julie struggled attempting to avoid my reprimand.

"I said I was sorry. Why are you hitting me?"

"I said I'd refrain from caning you. I never said I wouldn't address your disrespect with my belt. Be thankful you only received four strokes, young lady. Your apology was neither sincere, nor appropriate. I am through tolerating your smart mouth. Do not continue to test me. Am I clear?" There was no room for misinterpreting my message so Julie surely better get the point.

Breathing heavily from the altercation, Julie responded rather quickly even though she was winded. "Yes sir."

"STRAIGHT TO BED!" I barked, slapping her on the bottom. Looking at Lisa, I added, "BOTH OF YOU."

Lisa was about to protest but thought better of it.

Still smarting from her belting for fighting at school and watching Julie wince as she rubbed her behind was motivation enough to behave, so she simply said, "Yes sir," before retreating into the bathroom.

After leaving their room, I walked slowly to mine, trying to even my breathing and slow my rapidly beating heart. I certainly didn't want to lose my temper when dealing with our most fragile daughter. Carrie's been acting up more lately so I'm not going to let her off easy as I'd like to nip this rebellious streak in the bud before it gets out of hand. I know I don't need to be hard on her because disappointing us hurts her much more than our spankings.

I entered my room, seeing Carrie sniffling while sitting in the chair by my bed. She was clearly frightened of her impending punishment, as she should be since she hasn't previously earned the privilege of being spanked with my Admiral's belt. She looked up at me, tears covering her sweet angelic face. I had to steel my resolve in order to carry out this punishment.

"I want you to go into my closet and bring me my Admiral's belt." I managed to sound stern despite how badly I wanted to forego administering this discipline to my youngest daughter.

"Okay, Shane," she replied sadly, getting up to fetch my belt.

I sighed. Why is parenting so far from easy so much of the time? Carrie returned with my Admiral's belt and gently placed it in my hands.

"Do you understand why I'm going to spank you with this belt, Carrie?"

Now unable to find her voice, she looked at me and nodded.

"I'm going to need you to tell me, luv. You know better than to think a nod of the head is acceptable. Am I right?" I kept my tone stern but not severe.

Once again, my youngest simply nodded in agreement so I admonished her, "CARRIE ANNE! You have three seconds to answer me properly." I started counting out loud, "One, two..."

Carrie quickly blurted out, "Yes sir," before I reached three. Frowning, I narrowed my eyes at her and she continued, "You're going to spank me with your Admiral's belt because I gave my phone to Stacey even though I knew I wasn't supposed to."

"That's correct. You know what I have to do now." I directed Carrie to lie on her stomach on my bed.

"Shane, please don't," Carrie pleaded, with tears in her eyes, breaking my heart in the process.

I knew Carrie's behaviour warranted this spanking but it was still difficult to punish her like this. Breathing deep, mustering the courage to continue, I said, "I want you to lie face down on my bed now, Carrie. Do not make me tell you again."

Carrie cried as she climbed onto my bed and laid flat on her tummy.

"I'm sorry, Shane," she said through tears, before burying her head in my pillow.

"You're going to receive ten strokes for your disobedience. It would have been thirteen but I knocked off three since you were honest with me." I was going to have Carrie count them out but I changed my mind, knowing it would be much more difficult for me to spank her while hearing her sweet, timid voice sadly squeak out each number.

I started her spanking, cracking my Admiral's belt firmly across her bottom. Carrie yelped and buried her face deeper into my pillow. I spanked her thighs and sit spots as well. Carrie wiggled her bottom after the fourth stroke. She was trying hard to stay in position and not reach back to protect her burning backside, flinching at the sharp slapping sound of my Admiral's belt against her jean clad bottom.

I gently held my left hand on her lower back to remind her not to move but after the next two strokes overlapped, hitting her left sit spot, she yelled, "Ow, ow, stop it hurts, Shane," as she turned on her side.

"Lie back down, Carrie Anne." I spanked her bottom firmly with my hand until she turned back onto her stomach. Carrie clutched my sheets tightly underneath my pillow while I delivered the rest of her belting, ending her spanking with two solid strokes across the center of her bottom.

Sitting next to her on my bed, I gently rubbed her back.

"Carrie, I don't want you to ever interfere with one of your sister's punishments again. Understand?"

Turning her head to look at me, Carrie's lip quivered as she spoke, "Yes sir, I understand."

"That's my good girl." I continued to rub her back until she stopped crying. Before I even realized, Carrie was sound asleep. I covered my baby girl with a blanket and whispered in her ear, "I love you, sweetheart. Good night."

The next evening

Shane's pov

After dinner, I told Stacey to follow me to my room as we had some unfinished business to take care of.

"Sit down, Stacey, we need to talk." I pointed to the chair by my door.

Stacey sat down quite gingerly on her sore backside. Hands on my hips, I paced the floor as I began to lecture her.

"Why is it, Stacey, that both Mike and I need to correct your poor behaviour yet again?"

She remained silent while I continued to reprimand her.

"Stacey, as the oldest, I expect you to lead by example but the example you've chosen has been abhorrent to say the least. Your baby sister received a spanking with my Admiral's belt last night thanks to your poor decisions. How does that make you feel, Stacey? Do you think that's behaviour consistent with being a good older sister?"

Stacey's pov

Shane stood rigidly, waiting for me to answer. He was obviously extremely disappointed in me and that hurt more than I cared to admit. I felt really guilty about getting Carrie into trouble, Julie too the other night. I love my cousin and my sisters and I don't want to see them hurt and I sure as Hell don't want to be the reason why they're hurt.

"I feel awful that Carrie got in trouble because of me, Shane. I really do," I said sincerely.

Shane sighed, "Don't misunderstand me, Stacey, you certainly are not solely responsible for Carrie being in trouble. She chose to do something she knew was wrong and that's why she was punished but I think we both know if you had not accepted her offer to use her phone, she would not have pursued the matter. Am I correct?"

"Yes, Shane," I said softly. I didn't want to do anything to make him more upset with me. His Admiral's belt spankings hurt bad enough on their own merits but in compilation with Mike's hand spanking this would elevate my pain to a whole new level.

Shane looked down sternly as he stood over me while I sat waiting for my punishment.

"Don't forget, I know you lied about where you went when you broke curfew, Stacey. Are you ready to tell me the truth now?" Shane tapped his foot impatiently as he glared at me.

There was no way I was going to tell him about Sean so I maintained the lie, "I already told you where I went."

"I'm really disappointed you continue to lie to me, Stacey." Taking a deep breath, turning away from me and using a cold tone, Shane directed me, "Actions have consequences, young lady. Get my Admiral's belt from my closet, hand it to me, bend over my bed, and drop your pants to your ankles, Stacey Marie."

I could no longer deny the tears that were on the horizon as I picked up his heavy stiff Admiral's belt and held it in my hands. The writing on the wall was in indelible ink and clear as day. Resigned to my fate, I quickly handed off the cruel beast, bent over Shane's bed, and lowered my pants as instructed.

I clutched his bed sheets so tightly in my fists, anticipating that first stroke of Shane's military belt, my knuckles turned white and my nails dug crescent shaped divots into my palms. I knew without a shadow of a doubt, Shane wanted to make an example out of me so this was going to hurt like a son of a bitch.

Shane did not disappoint as he slapped that heavy belt across my already sore backside multiple times. My seamless pink cotton panties did nothing to cushion the blow. The spanking quickly became unbearable so I instinctively reached back to protect my bottom as the pain from his Admiral's belt shot through me like a bolt of lightning sending a surge of electricity. The thick leather strap reignited the burning fire on my ass cheeks from the severe spanking I received from Mike the night before.

"Stacey!" Shane warned me because I had reached back.

"I'm sorry, Shane, please don't spank my thighs. I won't reach back again. Please," I cried, pleading for mercy.

Shane lightly placed his left hand on my lower back but I flinched noticeably from fear.

I heard him swallow hard before gently rubbing my lower back and saying sadly, "Stacey, I'm not going to penalize you for reaching back. Do you really see me as that much of a monster?"

I heard Shane's voice break and my heart shattered right along with it. I stood up and turned towards him. Seeing the hurt in his eyes that matched his voice, I realized for the first time in nine years just how hard these punishments were on him. I had never truly understood until now how much it hurt Shane to deliver this type of discipline.

The tears flowed down my face, more from sadness than pain, as I looked Shane in the eyes and said, "No, Shane, never. I would never think you're a monster."

I saw a few tears slip from his eyes before he tossed his Admiral's belt on his bed and enveloped me into perhaps the tightest hug I have ever felt. Shane wrapped his arms around me. Squeezing me hard, he clung to me as if he was holding on for dear life. I heard him sniffle while he rested his cheek on the top of my head and rocked me soothingly. Knowing he was crying probably as hard as I was, I tightened my hold on Shane, never having felt closer to him than I did at this moment.

"God I love you, sweetheart," he whispered, kissing the top of my head and rubbing my back. He inhaled sharply, overcome with emotion as he repeated, "I love you so much."