A/N: This story contains a great deal of detailed physical abuse towards children. Please be warned. This will be the only chapter that contains as much and as graphic abuse.
The car ride home had been silent.
It had been Stephanie who had picked the girls up from school today, and from the look on her face as they entered the car, she was not happy.
They could feel the tension. They could feel the unease. They all knew what was coming.
Trouble.
Trouble, trouble, and more trouble.
Charlotte's teacher had called home about her grade. Stephanie had found the bag with Bayley's wet pants inside her backpack when she picked her up. And Sasha had slept through the rest of the day at school, her teacher only waking her up up when it was time to go.
And when Stephanie had arrived to pick her up.
They were all in trouble.
And they all knew it.
"Get in the house, now."
Her voice was low, and dangerous. None of them were going to disobey her now.
Stephanie allowed the door to slam close, causing all three girls to jump at the sound of it. They kept their heads lowered, knowing the trouble that was to come. Stephanie stepped in front of them, pacing around them, not speaking to them, as she thought about what to say. She was making them wait. She was making them think about it.
She sighed, pushing her lips together as she stared at her daughters, noticing tears falling to the ground. Tonight was going to be fun.
"All three of you need to get your ass up to that punishment room, now," she demanded, all of them fearing what was waiting for them in the room, too afraid to make even a single noise as they began heading to their doom.
The last person to make the walk to the punishment room had been Becky, and she had yet to make an appearance since being dragged from their bedroom this morning.
Bayley had started sobbing as soon as they hit the stairs; quiet, heartbreaking sobs, that broke Charlotte's heart in two as she heard them. Sasha was quiet, accepting the fate that she knew was coming.
Charlotte just wanted to grab her sister's and run.
But that wasn't an option at the moment.
The oldest of the three pushed open the oak doors, Hunter looking up in surprise. He held a look of surprise as he noticed all three girls entering the room, shaking his head before glancing over at Becky.
The sight of Becky was enough to make even Charlotte break down in sobs. The young preteen was slumped against the wall, moaning in agony. Hers arms were chained behind her. Her body was covered in welts, nothing but a diaper on her. Empty bottles and several types of straps and belts surrounded her. Her eyes were lifeless, void of even an ounce of energy or fight.
"I hope you girls are drinking this scene in," said Stephanie as she entered the room, the girls still refusing to meet either parent's eyes. "Because that," she said, referring to Becky, "is only a fraction of what is about to take place in this room tonight."
"What did they do?" asked Hunter, joining his wife. Stephanie laughed.
"What did they not do is the question you should be asking? Our oldest child failed a test. And not only failed it, but the lazy bitch only got one question out of forty correct. And that one, she stated, referring to Bayley, had a freaking accident in school today. Came home in new clothes and everything! And then there's our middle child…..I picked her up from school today and she's fast asleep at her desk! Apparently she hasn't solved that whole tired in class problem, yet….."
"Huh," said Hunter, raising his eyebrows as he listened to what Stephanie told him. "So where, or should I say who, do we start with?" he asked, shaking his head.
"What do we do with that one?" asked Stephanie, referring to Becky.
Hunter shrugged. "Let her watch. Let them all watch. Maybe punishing all four of them together will make them realize just how lucky they are to be living the life they have and how appreciative they should be."
"Oldest to youngest? Youngest to oldest? Or start in the middle?" asked Stephanie, all three girls now crying as their parents discussed how to punish them.
"I'll take the bed wetter first then," commented Stephanie, Hunter nodding in approval. "Good choice," he stated, yanking the other two girls by their arm; both Sasha and Charlotte gasping as their father shoved them into a nearby wall.
"Shut up and watch!" he demanded, his foot connecting with Charlotte's gut. Hunter laughed as his oldest grunted in pain.
Stephanie pulled the sole chair in the room out to the middle of the room, Bayley now fully sobbing as she realized she about to be punished. Stephanie pulled off Bayley's pants and underwear, leaving her lower body completely exposed. Bayley squirmed as her mother pulled her over her lap, the youngest of the four now screaming as she thought about what was coming. Sasha, Becca, and Charlotte cringed at the sound of their youngest sister crying, wincing as the first strike of their father's strap came crashing down on Bayley's bottom. The young girl screamed and sobbed, choking on her tears as her mother continued the beating, her small body flailing under her mother's grip.
"Please, mommy, please, I'm sorry! I'm so, so, sorry!" she wailed, screaming again as several more fell down on her in quick succession.
Bayley continued to sob even after the beating was done; her entire bottom red and beaten raw. There wasn't an inch of skin left untouched, the sight painful just to see. The young girl whimpered as her mother forced her on her back, Hunter grabbing a bag and bringing it towards Stephanie.
"Girls who go to the bathroom in their pants don't get to wear underwear," said Stephanie, forcing Bayley's tiny legs above her head.
"No! No, mommy, no! I don't want to go back in diapers! I don't wanna go back to diapers!" cried Bayley, sobbing as she watched her father throw the pair of underwear she'd been wearing into the trash, heading towards the door to retrieve the rest of her underwear
"Say goodbye to all your underwear, Bayley. No more. You go back to diapers, now, until we decide you can be a big girl again," said Stephanie, strapping the diaper onto the screaming child.
The bulky diaper felt weird between her legs, Bayley still screaming on the floor. "I'm sorry!" she cried, wailing at the top of her lungs as her mother picked her up, planting her firmly on the chair. Bayley screamed at the pain from her sore bottom, the diaper rubbing against the open wounds. Charlotte buried her face into her drawn up knees, sobbing as she watched her baby sister suffer.
Stephanie strapped the still screaming child into the chair, tying a rope around her midsection. Bayley squirmed around, the pain too much for the young child to bare.
"Who's up next?" demanded Stephanie, walking over to both Sasha and Charlotte.
Charlotte whimpered as her mother dragged her up by the arm, pulling her to the middle of the room.
"I have half a mind to whip you for every single question you got wrong on that test," stated Stephanie, Charlotte crying out as her mother struck her behind.
"Take your clothes off. Everything," she demanded, Charlotte continuing to cry as she obeyed her mother's orders.
"And as for you," she said, heading back over to Sasha. "Your father already beat you the other night for falling asleep in class, and that clearly did nothing to teach you," she stated, Sasha shrinking away as her mother reached down and grabbed her.
Hunter reentered the room, heading over to Charlotte. "You take care of Sasha. I've got this one. You know how much I despise laziness in school."
Charlotte moaned as her father dragged her over to the same corner where Becky still sat, her twin with tears streaming down her own face.
"Isn't it almost time for another bottle?" asked Hunter, staring at Becky who shook her head.
"No, no, please. No more, please. I've learned my lesson, I promise," she cried, crying out as her father struck her across the face.
"I told you no more begging!"
He turned his attention back to Charlotte, the blonde haired girl crying as she continued to watch her sisters endure their punishments. Bayley was still screaming in the chair and Sasha was currently being across her stomach by Stephanie.
"Tell me, how many questions did you miss on your test, Charlotte?" asked Hunter, the preteen whimpering once more.
"Answer me!" he demanded, striking her across the face as he had just done with Becky.
"39," whispered Charlotte, breaking down once more. She had never been struck or whipped more than 10 or 15 times in one session, and that was painful enough to handle. She wasn't sure she'd survive being struck forty times.
"Lay on your stomach."
Charlotte could feel the hot tears streaming down her face as she obeyed her father, crying out when the first strike hit her back. Time after time the belt struck down on her, hitting her everywhere. She whimpered when her father turned her over, fearing that the front of her was going to get hit like the back of her.
"That was 15. Where would the other 24 go?" he asked, laughing at his own comment. Charlotte gasped as he forced into a sitting position, her body slumping against the wall. She watched, confused, as her father took out a pack of cigarettes and a liter, her heart racing as she watched him light it. She wasn't sure what he was doing. She had never do this before.
"I save this punishment for special occasions like tonight, tonight when all four of you end up in here at the same time," he said, holding the cigarette closer to Charlotte.
And just like that, her father took the lit part of the cigarette, pressing it into her torso. Charlotte screamed like she never had before, the flame burning into her skin. Again and again. Over and over. He lined her stomach with circular burn marks, a sadistic smile spreading across his face as he watched the agonizing pain his daughter was in.
"There. 40 marks for 40 questions. Fair is fair," he replied, Charlotte sobbing as he put out the last cigarette.
"I think the girls have learned their lesson for the night," said Stephanie, walking over towards Hunter, placing a now crying and shivering Sasha next to Charlotte and Becca. Stephanie had decided to force her into an ice shower, telling her that the cold would help keep her awake. The young girl looked absolutely frozen, her entire body shaking, her stomach lined with welts from the belt her mother had struck her with beforehand.
"Are they going back to their room?" asked Hunter, turning towards his wife.
"Yeah, right. None of them deserve a comfortable bed to sleep in," she said, rolling her eyes. "Let them all spend the night in here just as they are. Maybe a night without comfort will drive the message home," she said, heading towards the door, Hunter following closely behind.