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Chapter 7

Throwing herself down on the bed Taylor reached for her ipod, figuring it would take her mind off what was gonna happen next. Up until now she hadn't really thought much about the spanking she was sure to get, but after breaking her actions down, she realised just how many bad decisions she had actually made. Closing her eyes before she cried again, Taylor put her earphones on and turned the volume up high.

About eight tracks later the music stopped abruptly when the lead from her earphones was disconnected from the ipod. Reluctantly she opened her eyes and stared up at her father. He motioned for her to stand up, so Taylor pulled the plastic buds from her ears and got up from the bed. Nervously, chewing on her bottom lip, she looked up at him and waited for him to speak.

"You knew exactly what you were doing yesterday when you made your choices, and I'm gonna make damn sure you don't repeat them. There isn't always going to be someone there to drag your ass out of the fire. I won't have you risk your life for any reason, ever. I'm NOT going to bury another daughter!

It was a short statement but it was enough, and Taylor was not surprised when he removed his belt. He sat down on the bed and pulled her over to stand in front of him. When he reached over and started to undo her jeans she looked at him in horror. He'd always let her keep her pants on when he used his belt, always! The thought of losing the extra protection of her jeans was enough to make her take an involuntary step back. It didn't make any difference though, he just pulled her back and landed a hard swat on her butt.

"Stand still!"

Not having a lot of choice in the matter she let him pull them down to her knees, then slide her into position over his lap. Her worry about losing her jeans was soon forgotten when she felt her shorts heading south too. Letting out a small groan she braced herself for the first swat. Taylor knew it was going to hurt a lot more without any clothing for protection, but nothing prepared her for the line of fire the belt produced when it made contact with her backside.

"Ahhhhh…." She bucked hard, fighting to get off his lap, pushing hard on his leg to get herself upright again. He paused.

"Hands"

When she didn't obey he simply reached over and gently positioned her hands in the small of her back. With both of her hands trapped under his she hadn't a hope of escaping. Didn't stop her trying though.

Swat.

"Ow!" the belt left a new searing line and reignited the first.

Swat.

"Ahhh….dad...not."

Swat.

"Ahh…so hard!

Swat. "Stop complaining,"

"Ow….."

Swat. "You've earned every lick!"

" I'm ….."

Swat.

"Ahhh …..I'm sorry.

Ignoring her plea and those that followed Gibbs covered every inch of her butt and the very top of her thighs before starting all over again. This time he made the swats slightly harder. Taylor was crying hard now, unable to think about anything but her backside and the searing pain that was steadily growing there.

When her crys turned to sobs he landed a few extra hard licks to her sit spot, then stopped. Dropping the belt onto the bed he carefully replaced her underwear and began to tenderly rub her back and shoulders. It took a long time for her to calm down but when she eventually did he helped her to her feet and drew her into a hug. Taylor held onto him tightly and buried her face in is shirt.

"I'd better not have to do that again."

Face still buried she shook her head.

"You realise you've lost most of your summer."

Taylor wasn't gonna argue. She nodded.

"And you're going to pay for the bourbon you stole. That won't be cheap, you took the most expensive bottle there."

Confused, she looked up at him. "But I took the oldest one!"

"Taylor, the older the bourbon, the more expensive it is."

"Oh, that's why that guy was impressed."

"I'll bet he was!"

With that he kissed the top of her head and left her to reflect on what she'd done and the consequences.

Taylor kicked off her jeans and lay face down across the bed. Her backside had never hurt this bad, she wasn't even gonna brave reaching back to rub the sting out. She thought back to what her dad had said about dragging her ass out of the fire. The way hers was burnin' now she wasn't entirely sure he had. Next time she saw DJ she was gonna kill him, it was all his fault!