Shane's room at the NJC
Julie's pov
"If you can protest and beg me to stop, young lady, you can count the stroke and recite your line as expected." Shane was using his military commanding officer voice which meant one more argument out of me and he'd add on penalty strokes. "Do I need to repeat that stroke, Julie Elizabeth?" he scolded.
Knowing I better comply or my backside would pay the price, I cooperated saying, "Three, I'm sorry I lied to you, sir."
Letting his civilian humanity override his rigid soldier mentality, Shane removed his arm from around my waist and pried my fingers from his twisted, wrinkled bedsheets.
Holding each of my hands in his large palm, he said, "Go ahead and squeeze, luv."
I'm surprised I didn't break any of his fingers, as tightly as I gripped his hand when he delivered the last two brutal strokes of his belt. They punished the same area of my sit spots but were twice as hard as any of the previous ones.
After counting the last stroke and reciting my apology, I practically tackled Shane in a hug as I interlaced my fingers at the back of his neck and sobbed into his chest saying, "I'm sorry, Shane," over and over.
"It's okay. I'm done spanking you, luv. You're forgiven," Shane whispered in my ear, as he sat me on his lap and held me while he stroked my hair.
He held me in that position for a long time, rocking me gently and comforting me. Normally, I'm not this fragile or distraught after a spanking but for some reason my emotions have been amp'ed, running high since yesterday morning.
Once I had stopped crying and started falling asleep in his arms, Shane patted my still bare bum and said, "Come on, luv, let's find your shorts and panties so you can go back to your room and get ready for bed."
I was too worn out and my bottom burned too much to care that I was still half naked in front of Shane and had been all the while I was sat upon his lap. I didn't let go of Shane as he tried to stand up, instead I wrapped my legs around his waist.
"Come on, luv," he said again, patting my sore bum.
"Nahhnnnn," I whined in protest, as I tightened my grip, still hanging on his neck. "Carry me," I pouted.
Shane chuckled at the overgrown baby in his arms.
"Let's at least get your underwear on, luv," he said, holding one arm under my bum and the other on my back as he searched the room for my panties that I kicked off during my spanking.
"Nooooo," I said in a childish whine, still pouting. "Don't want them."
Shane laughed.
"Is that so?" he asked, feeling the heat on his hand as he carefully patted my naughty red bum. "Now why would that be?"
"Hurts," is all I said, as I snuggled against his shoulder.
"Well, remember that the next time you're tempted to misbehave." Shane grinned, tapping my bottom in warning. Picking up my shorts and underwear from beneath his bed, he carried me back to my room.
My sisters weren't terribly surprised to see me arrive being held by Shane with my well spanked bottom on display. We'd all been there a time or two. Shane set me down in the bathroom.
"You need to brush your teeth, then straight to bed, sweetheart."
I whined but nodded my head in agreement. Standing in front of the mirror with my t-shirt half covering my butt, I turned to Shane, with my toothbrush in my mouth, when I heard him call my name.
"Julie," he said, to get my attention.
"Don't forget, luv, twenty-four hours," he reminded me of my timeframe to confess to Mike. Before leaving, he slapped the portion of my buttcheeks that were poking out from underneath my t-shirt, making me whine around my toothbrush as I held it securely in my mouth. Pointing a finger at me in warning, "Twenty-four hours," he repeated, on his way out.
The next day at the NJC
Julie's pov
Shane knocked on our bedroom door to inform me he was leaving to pick up Mike at the airport in fifteen minutes.
"Would you like to come with me, Julie?" he asked.
"Not even a little bit," I replied dismissively, without looking up from my phone.
"Excuse me?" Shane sounded annoyed but I either didn't notice, or didn't care. Ok, I didn't care.
"I said, no." This time I made eye contact and spoke more emphatically.
"Oh, I heard what you said, Julie. I'm more concerned with the way you said it." Shane crossed his arms and glared daggers at me.
"I. Don't. Want. To. Go," I spoke slowly, exaggerating each word so he would finally get the message and leave. What part of this is he not getting? I'm so not in the mood for this right now.
"For someone who's on pretty thin ice, you sure are walking with a heavy foot." Shane continued to narrow his gaze even more.
I honestly don't even know what that means.
"Okay?" I said, in an annoyed tone. I don't know how I'm supposed to respond to that.
"Perhaps you'd like to accompany me back to my room where we can discuss this further in private, young lady." Shane was throwing out all the warning signs but I was either ignoring them, or missing them. Ok, I was ignoring them.
"Perhaps," I responded lazily, before turning my focus back to my phone. I honestly wasn't even paying attention to him at this point.
I heard Shane take a deep breath and exhale loudly. Next thing I knew, he had an ironclad grip on my left arm and I was forcefully yanked off my bed to a standing position. He took my phone out of my hand and tossed it on the bed.
"Let's go, Julie. We will finish this conversation in my room," he said sternly, as he dragged me out the door.
Once we were in his room, he slammed his door shut and slapped my bottom hard enough to make me yelp.
"What in the world is wrong with you?" Shane was seething with anger at my less than respectful responses but he was genuinely perplexed at the same time. He spanked my butt again with his firm hand.
"Nothing," I said, as I kept my head down.
"Really? Nothing?" Shane asked angrily, spanking each of my thighs with a resounding smack.
I kept my gaze on the floor and remained silent.
"Did my Admiral's belt not leave a strong enough impression on you? Do I need to have you fetch it from my closet again?" Shane was seconds away from completely losing his composure.
"No sir," I whispered in tears.
Shane must've heard something in my voice that tipped him off because he swiftly lifted my chin so I'd look him in the eye.
"Why are you crying, Julie?"
I just lowered my head and cried harder.
"Hey." Shane lifted my chin again. "Look at me." Shane held my chin firmly.
Reluctantly, I met his gaze.
"I don't want to tell Mike," I said, still in tears.
"You don't want to tell Mike?" he softly mimicked my words, speaking more to himself than me as he shook his head in disgust and disbelief. Looking me in the eyes, Shane asked, "What are you afraid of?" He held my hands as my shoulders shook from crying.
"He_he's g_gonna be ma_mad," I stuttered, as I tried to calm myself down.
"Probably." Shane sounded annoyed now. "Did you seriously think disrespecting me would get you out of telling Mike that you smoked marijuana?"
I just looked at him but didn't answer.
Shane spanked my bottom hard.
"Answer me," he commanded sternly.
"I'm sorry," I said, as I sniffled.
Shane spanked me again even harder.
"That's not an answer and you know better than to disrespect me because you're upset about having to confess your misbehaviour to Mike?"
"I'm sorry," I said again, softly this time, as I started to feel ashamed of the way I spoke to Shane earlier.
"Are you sorry for the disrespectful way you spoke to me in your room? Or are you just sorry that the few swats I gave you reignited the fire on your behind from your belting yesterday?" Shane brought the palm of his right hand down hard on my bottom making me wince in pain. "Answer me. Which is it, Julie?"
"Both," I replied cautiously, not sure if that's what he wanted to hear.
Shane held my arm firmly as he slapped my butt forcefully five times.
"You know better than to speak to me that way," he scolded, pointing his finger at me. "Don't you?"
I didn't answer him.
"You better keep your mouth in check for the rest of the night, Julie Elizabeth, because if I hear you smart off to Mike even once during your conversation with him, so help me God, I will punish you so hard, you'll see Jesus. Am I clear?"
My eyes widened hearing Shane's bizarre, bone-chilling threat. Jeez! Why is he being such a hard-ass today? I thought, as I absentmindedly rubbed my left buttcheek.
It took me a minute to process everything but once I did, I swallowed audibly and said, "Yes sir," with conviction in my tone.
Shane spanked me once more before releasing his grip on my arm.
"I am going to pick up Mike now. When we return, I bloody well expect to find you sitting in this chair with a brand new attitude, ready to confess."