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Chapter 6

When they arrived back at the house Taylor figured it would be a good idea to just head up the stairs to her room and lie low for a while. She only cleared about three steps before her dad grabbed her by the scruff. "No you don't!" he growled. Taylor found herself being lifted back down and pulled into the living room.

"Sit down."

Taylor's temper flared, but she sat down anyway. Being ordered about was really starting to grate. He paced up and down in front of the fireplace.

"You want to explain what today was all about?"

"No." Taylor couldn't believe she had just said that, and watched in horror as he stalked towards her from the other side of the room. He had almost reached the sofa when her self preservation instincts kicked in, making her move like lightening around the back of the couch.

"Get back here!" he demanded, pointing to the space she had just vacated.

He looked absolutely furious. However, feeling braver now there was a large piece of furniture between them Taylor just glowered at him.

"Now!" he roared at her.

For a split second Taylor automatically started to obey, but her temper wasn't long in taking control again. "No!"

"Last chance Taylor. You're only making it worse." he warned.

He watched her as she appeared to consider this, but what she was actually trying to decide was which was her best bet? Front door, back door, or stairs? Back door she thought, and immediately sprinted through into the kitchen. Momentarily wondering why he wasn't running after her, she soon discovered the reason. Pulling the handle down she realised the door was locked. Panicked now she tried the handle again. Nope, definitely locked. Slowly and very reluctantly she turned around, afraid of what she knew she would see. Yep, there he was, standing right in front of her about two feet away, arms crossed, with a face like thunder.

Saying nothing, he took hold of her arm, and lead her back to the living room. What was left of her fighting spirit vanished when he reached down to unbuckle his belt. Looking up at him with the tiniest bit of hope that he might change his mind she almost ran again when she saw the look of determination on his face. Her brain shouted run, but her legs wouldn't move. She wasn't getting out of this one.

With a nasty case of Déjà vu Taylor found herself being draped over his knee again. Scrunching her eyes tightly closed she waited for the first smack. When it came her eyes opened wide in shock as the loud crack was quickly followed by a line of fire across her butt. Now she knew that this was going to be so much worse than the last time. He wasn't holding anything back. This thought inspired another escape attempt in the form of frantic wriggling, but he had such a firm grip on her she was unable to avoid the second swat. Taylor couldn't stop herself crying out and flinging her hand back to try and stop him. Unfortunately this didn't delay the next swat for long. Her hand was simply removed and trapped under his, before the belt was brought down with just as much force as before.

"Ahh….dad…"

Smack

"Oww…Let…. me ….go!…"

She tried to get far enough backwards so her feet would touch the floor and produce some much needed leverage. This just resulted in the belt being applied to her sit spot, twice in quick succession.

"Don't fight me Taylor." he warned, pulling her forwards again. "You won't win."

Smack.

"When I tell you to do something you do it."

Smack.

"Ahh….ok…ok….I….."

Smack.

"….will…."

Smack.

"You'd better!"

Smack.

Taylor just sobbed.

"Do you honestly think I don't know what you've been up to?

Standing her back up he watched as she wiped her tears away, and waited for his words to sink in.

Looking at him in confusion, she watched as he held his hand out, palm up."

"Give them to me." he ordered

Stunned, Taylor automatically reached into her pocket for her cigarettes and placed them into his hand.

"You knew?"

He nodded. "I can smell the smoke on your clothes. I hope you realise you could have avoided that spanking. All you had to do was answer me honestly. Instead you threw a tantrum and defied me. Now get your backside upstairs and get ready for bed. We still have a few more things to discuss tonight."