This is my first fic so apologies in advance for any newbie mistakes. Reviews would be very much appreciated.
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters. This fic is about characters from the TV show The Lying Game, not the books, and features spanking, including parental spanking of a teenager. If that's not your thing, please move right along.
Chapter 9
"Did you think he was joking?" Ethan couldn't quite believe what he was hearing.
"To be completely honest with you, I thought he might be – and I wanted to check," Sutton said.
"You mean you wanted to see how far you could push him?"
"I mean I wanted to check he would actually bother to go through with it."
So Sutton did crave consequences, then. Ethan was starting to believe there might be some hope for her, after all. That there could be a nice person lurking behind the obnoxious brat they all knew and, well, tolerated, he thought as Sutton continued her story.
Ted had said: "Sutton, is this some kind of joke? Because I'm not kidding. Either you apologise now, or you're going to wish you had."
"I'm not kidding either," Sutton said. Her dad eyed her warily, clearly worried about how she was going to react. Perhaps he thought she was going to wait until he'd got started, then scream blue murder. "I think..." she swallowed, amazed at what she was actually about to say. "I think maybe you should do this. I think it would be a good idea."
Ted looked stunned. "I happen to agree with you there, but I can't quite believe what I'm hearing. I figure you're trying to make me feel bad. Maybe you think that, by acting all sweet and remorseful, you can convince me not to bother following through. But I've had enough, Sutton. Enough of feeling afraid of my own child – and you are still a child, whether you like it or not. Enough of being terrorised in my own home. So if you hoped I was going to back down on this, well, I'm afraid it's not your lucky day."
"Stand up," Ted commanded, walking over to the bed. He looked surprised when Sutton did exactly that.
Ted sat down in the spot she'd just vacated and, before she knew what was happening, he had grabbed hold of her arm and gently but firmly tipped her over his lap. She let out a faint whimper of protest as he lifted up her skirt, but didn't move to stop him. Her underwear wasn't going to offer much protection, she realised. Clearly she was losing her mind agreeing to this.
"If we're going to do this, we may as well do it properly," Ted said, and with that he took hold of Sutton's underpants and pulled them down to her knees. Yep – she was definitely losing her mind. Imagine if her friends could see her now! She must look absolutely ridiculous. Although she had a feeling Mads wouldn't find it particularly funny.
"Last chance, Sutton. You can say sorry now and stop this. Your choice. Are you going to apologise?"
"No," Sutton said. "I'm not."
"Well, then you leave me no choice," Ted said, and he brought the hairbrush down on Sutton's bare backside with a loud whack.
Sutton thought she'd be tougher, but she couldn't help it – she cried out. That little hairbrush looked so harmless, but it hit her bare backside with one hell of a sting.
The hairbrush came down again and Sutton squirmed, trying not to cry out. And that's when the door flew open and Laurel came bursting in.
"What the hell are you doing?"
"Something I should have done a long time ago," Ted said. "But this is a private discussion, Laurel. Please leave and close the door behind you."
Sutton thought Laurel would be pleased to see her older sister suffering. After all, Sutton didn't exactly make Laurel's life easy. But Laurel didn't move.
"I don't know what you think you're doing, but if you don't stop right now I'm calling the police."
