Lizbeth Downtown

Part II

"Don't spank her," she mumbled, staring at the ground. "It was my fault."

He looked at me for a translation. I hated this stupid translating crap. I told him word for word what she'd said, and he looked at me, trying to see if I was lying or not.

He moved out of the way to let Katrina in. He pointed to the couch and Kat just followed his request and sat down next to me. He slammed the door. Alberto came in to find out what all of the commotion was about. They both sat down in chairs across from us. "I want the whole story, Lizbeth Marie. From the time she got here until the time you got home. Got it?"

I wiped the tears out of my eyes and looked at Kat. "Kat... I stole money from him... do I really have to tell him?"

She bit her lower lip and gave me that same scared pathetic look that she'd given the police officer. "Yeah, Lizbeth, you should tell him."

I took a deep breath in and looked at Papa. It was so hard, looking him in the eyes after what I'd done. If I couldn't even look at him, how could I tell him? What a great way to end such a perfect night, I thought bitterly.

"Well?" he said impatiently.

I wiped another tear away. "She came to pick me up and we went to the club and I took twenty dollars then we had ice cream and that's all," I said as quickly as I could, then looked back down at the floor.

He walked over to me and lifted my chin to meet his eyes. "Tell me, Young Lady, everything that happened, and the truth, and slow down."

Another tear slipped down my cheek. "Kat picked me up... and I didn't tell her that I couldn't go..."

"Wait.." she interrupted. "Did you just say you couldn't go?"

Papa and I looked at her. "Yeah, I couldn't go," I answered.

"You told me that! You told me that you couldn't go and I took you anyway. It's my fault!" she said.

"Katrina... are you crazy? I didn't tell you.."

"Yes, you did. You told me. You don't deserve to be punished."

Papa looked from her to me. "What'd she say?" he asked.

"She told me," Katrina said, doing hand motions, anything so that he would understand what she was saying. "She..." she pointed to me, "told," moved her hand in a talking manner, "me that she could not go to the club..." she said, emphasizing each word.

He looked back at me.

"I'm not telling him, Kat. It wasn't your fault... it was mine."

I think this probably worsened the situation. Now Papa was confused as anything. Katrina just shook her head. "Fine... but I don't mind taking the blame."

I smiled slightly and looked back at Papa. He studied my face. "I didn't tell Katrina that I couldn't go... and I felt bad because I really wanted her to see that band... and I didn't have any money.." I turned away. "And I took some of your money." I closed my eyes tightly, waiting for a slap on my face. But it never came. Papa just gently turned my chin back and made me look into his eyes.

"You did what?" he whispered.

"I... I... took some... money... of yours."

He let go of my chin and paced around the room. It was deathly silent. Even the clocks weren't ticking. I waited for anything... and cricket, a cough, someone's stomach to growl... but nothing... the silence just spread through the house like the black plague did in Europe. Everything was dead. It was so scary I couldn't even cry.

Papa no longer looked at me, but Alberto's and Kat's eyes were fixacted on me. It made me feel so small. Tension creeped through the room. I awaited the next words... my fate. I was scared most that Papa would send me back to Mexico and never speak to me again. Scared I'd never get to see Katrina again or Alberto or Javier or any of the other friend's I'd made, but morely scared that Papa would disown me and never call or answer my calls. Thinking of this was enough to bring the tears back to my eyes and they streamed down my face.

"I'm sorry Papa!" I howled, breaking the silence and the tension. I buried my head in my hands, unable to stand the world around me. "I'm so sorry."

"Lizbeth, finish the story," he told me. "Stop crying and finish the story."

"I can't..." I wailed.

"Lizbeth Marie, I'm giving you to the count of three..."

I cried harder, knowing that once he said three, I would be over his lap with my pants and panties down. But I couldn't bring myself to words... it was the hardest thing in the world, confessing to my father that I'd disobeyed him..

"We went shopping," I hiccuped, "and then... w-we went downtown... and then... we went to get ice cream.."

He plopped back down in the chair.

"Look, I'm sorry for interrupting," Katrina said, "But some of this is my fault, too."

I had no choice... I had to translate for her.

"I knew she needed to be home before eleven, and I kept her out late. Don't go too hard on her... I'm responsible for her and she wouldn't have fought if I'd have told her that it was time to leave."

"Oh, I know," Papa replied. "You're much to blame for her being out late, but she's also to blame because she disobeyed me."

I knew that Kat was biting her lip again. "Please don't be too mad," she pleaded.

"I'm beyond mad, I'm infuriated," he answered.

That shut her up.

It was quiet for a moment. "The only fair way to do this is to spank them both," Alberto finally said. We all looked at him. He'd been sitting there the whole time, quiet as could be, just watching the events.

Papa nodded. "He's right. Katrina will get a spanking from us both, then Lizbeth, you'll be spanked for disobeying me and stealing, and it'll be something you won't forget for a long time."

Kat looked at me, wondering what the final decision was.

"Alberto says that it'll be fair if we're both spanked," I told her. "And Papa says that you'll get spanked by both of them."

Her eyes widdened. Last time, I'd known she'd never gotten a spanking before... but this time, the look on her face told me that she had, and she knew exactly what was in store. I wondered if she regretted ever coming by.

"Okay," she whispered. I watched her stand and noticed that her legs were wobbly, just as mine had been as we had walked to the parking lot with the police officer. She took a deep breath in and took another step towards them.

"Come here," Papa ordered, one of the things he actually knew how to say in English.

She looked down at him, eyes filled with tears. She shuffled closer to him.

"My daughter is your responsibility," he said, studying her face. "I expect you to have her home on time and do nothing to endanger her, do you understand me?"

Three pairs of eyes stared at me. I just wished that everyone would learn one language!

"Yes, I understand," Katrina said after hearing what Papa had said.

He grabbed her by the front of the pants and unbuttoned the jeans, then unzipped them and let them slide to the ground. She didn't fight at all. I wondered how one could be so brave. I then watched as he positioned her over his lap, her hands placed firmly on the carpet, and toes barely scraping it. She held her eyes shut. I squirmed on the couch, knowing that I was next. I think that's what scared me most. And I felt bad that she had to get it...

"That was no good, Katrina," Papa scolded, tugging her panties down to her ankles. I squirmed a little more.

He lifted his hand high in the air, then brought it down heavily onto her round bottom, and then I heard the SMACK! and then she groaned. A pink handprint appeared on her pale bottom. I watched him lift his hand again and smack down again, inches away from the first smack. She groaned again and I noticed that her eyes were closed tighter and fists balled up. I imagined that she was biting her lip. He proceeded to smack again and again and again, and found a definite rhythm and stuck with it. I felt like I was listening to a techno song. You know how techno is all repetitive? That's what it was like... a smack, a groan, a smack, a groan... over and over. Her bottom got darker and darker... from bright pink, to a darker pink, to a reddish color. And I never knew how brave one girl could be. I did, however, know that Papa wouldn't stop spanking until he knew that he'd gotten through to her, which meant that she'd have to be totally broken, which meant she had to be bawling like a baby. And from the looks of it, it didn't look like she'd be crying anytime soon.

I don't know how long he spanked her, all I know is that when he stopped, her bottom was dark red and I noticed that near her sit spots and thighs there were tiny bruises. I winced thinking about how much pain she was in. Then I winced because I realized that next it'd be *me* who was going through so much pain.

Papa lifted her from his lap. She was still shaking like crazy and probably in too much pain to worry about modesty. It took me by surprise, seeing her half-naked body like that. I wondered if that's how I'd look when I turned 18.

He lead her to Alberto. I don't think that Alberto ever had any intentions of spanking the poor girl, but he didn't have much of a choice by this time. She was already over his lap, her red bottom practically inviting his hand to spank it as hard as possible. And that's exactly what he did. I winced everytime I heard the noise of hand meeting bottom. Katrina was almost to the point of yelping. I desperately wished that she'd just cry so it'd be over with because her bottom was getting darker and darker and I knew she hurt so much.

Alberto finished up the spanking by whacking away at her sitspots and thighs a good twenty or thirty times and she was practically howling when that happened. She kicked and squirmed and bucked a little. I just whined. If she got that badly of a spanking, I was definitely scared to know what was in store for me.

The noises of spanking stopped. Alberto rubbed her backside gently. "No more staying out late," he told her.

"I won't," she whined.

"Good," he answered, delivering one very hard smack to her bottom then letting her up.

She stood and sniffled a bit, blushing slightly and tugging her panties and pants back up. Papa found a hard wooden chair from the kitchen and placed it near the couch and pointed to it. Katrina sat, nearly crying out when her flesh touched the hard surface.

Papa looked at me. My heart stopped... it was my turn.

"Come here, Lizbeth," he said in a scolding voice. I gulped audibly. There was no way to get out of this... no amount of apologies would help. I tried to be brave like Katrina, but I couldn't even bring myself to stand up. Instead, I looked at Papa pathetically. "I mean it, Lizbeth. If you make me come over there and get you, you'll be sorrier than you ever thought you could be."

I gulped again and attempted to stand up. As I did, I felt dizzy, having risen too quickly. I stood there for a minute, hands clutching my bottom, then blinked and steadied myself towards Papa, who sat staring disappointedly at me. I looked around the room. Kat was sniffling, and Alberto had his arms folded, shaking his head at me. How could I have gotten myself into such a mess?

I finally made it to Papa's side. He looked up at me. "Young lady, I'm upset at you for disobeying me. You know better than to do what you did tonight. I love you, Little One, but you know as much as I do that you deserve this, right?"

I nodded. "Yes, sir."

"And if you EVER steal from me again, Lizbeth Marie, I will not hesitate to bare your bottom and find a good switch for it, understand?"

Hearing that made me shudder. "Yes, sir."

"First I'm going to spank you with my hand, then I'm going to give you a few lashes with my belt.." he told me.

I whined. "Nooo, Papa... please... not the belt..."

"Yes, Lizbeth, the belt." He pulled me closer and unbuttoned my new pair of jeans, then let them slide to the floor. The tears had begun streaming down my face again. It was no use... there was no way I could be as brave as Katrina.

Next thing I knew, I was face down over his lap, and I felt my panties being lowered to my ankles. His hand rested on my rear for a split second, and then it cracked down on my backside. The spanking had hurt enough when it was over my jeans, but now, it smarted like crazy and I was howling and yelping to no end. And after only one smack! Then he kept spanking, harder and harder, and I squirmed and pleaded for him to stop, promising that I'd be good and never disobey him again, but it phased him none. I howled, holding onto the legs of the chair, so tightly that my knuckles turned white. Tears fell steadily down my cheeks. I was in so much pain that I thought I could felt my rear going numb after a while, but I still heard the smacks, and I still felt the pain. And finally, he stopped, and I was yelling too loudly to hear, and my backside hurt too much to notice, so the only reason I knew is because he lifted me, then stood up, and made me place my palms down on the chair. I was bent over slightly, legs shaking so much I could barely stand like that. In fact, my whole body was racked with sobs and I couldn't even stand still.

He rubbed my back slightly. "Only five lashes with the belt, Lizbeth, okay? But they're going to be hard, and if you ever do anything like this again, it'll be a lot more, okay?"

"Y-yes-s, P-Papa," I muttered.

I watched him unbuckle his belt, then slide it through the loops. Then he doubled it over and I held onto the chair for dear life. I couldn't help but watch him lift it high in the air, then I saw him swing towards my bottom, then I heard the loud CRACK! and felt the pain and nearly fell over. If this hurt so badly, I could only imagine how much it'd hurt if he ever got that switch after me.

I couldn't watch the last four smacks. Instead, I had my eyes shut as tightly as they would go, and I bit my lip, reminding myself to be as brave as Katrina. I tried not to howl too much, but I don't know if it actually worked.

Finally, I felt Papa lift me from the chair and engulf me in a hug. It was over... finally. He rubbed my back softly and held me close.

"How can you love me after what I've done?" I mumbled, morely to myself, but he heard me.

"Because you're my babygirl, and I'll always love you, no matter what you do," he answered.

I pulled away from the hug. "Really?"

"Really," he said, smiling slightly and letting me go. I rubbed my bottom and wiped my eyes, because the tears were still falling. I looked to Kat who was, by this time, crying, and then I looked at Alberto, who I guess was a little in shock, because he wasn't expecting the punishment to be so harsh. Looking back at Kat, I decided to hug her. She looked like she needed a hug.

"Why are you crying?" I whispered.

"Because I didn't want to see you be hurt like that."

"It's okay, I'm just glad that Papa still loves me," I answered, and hugged her. He squeezed me tightly, trying to stop crying. "You're so brave, Kat. I wish I were as brave as you."

"I'm not as brave as you think," she answered.

I didn't understand what she meant, but eventually, I pulled away from her hug, and she told us that she needed to go home, then apologized again for having me out so late, and even hugged Papa and Alberto, then waved goodbye.

I wiped the final tears out of my eyes then went to the bathroom and washed my face. I put on a pair of panties and decided to skip wearing any pajama pants. I then went back to the living room where Papa sat alone, smoking a cigarette and staring into space.

"Papa? Are you okay?" I asked, sitting down on his lap and wiggling until I found a comfortable position where my tender and well-spanked flesh wasn't touching anything.

"I'm okay. You just worried me tonight."

"I'm sorry, Papa. I won't do it again."

"I know, baby." He held onto me and put out the cigarette, rocking me back and forth. "You don't hate me, do you?" he asked suddenly.

I looked up at him. "Why would I hate you?"

"I don't know," he answered and placed my head back down on his shoulder, rocking me once again.

I didn't let the thought plague me much longer as I drifted off into dreamland where my backside wasn't sore. It really hadn't been such a bad day after all... I mean, the spanking wasn't great, but I had a good time with Kat and I found out that Papa would love me no matter what. And that means a lot, even cancels out the pain of the spanking -- maybe.