SHE WAS OUT OF CONTROL Then he went up stairs to her room. He was really furious. He opened the door without even knocking and turned on the light. He pulled her bed covers down, and she had to scramble to keep her ear from coming off as he grabbed her by it ear and pulled her out of bed. She had taken off her panties and had just started to play with herself in bed. Now out she flew, the tops of her shortie pjs being too short to conceal her wetness. Before she could even gather her wits to prote st, she felt herself literally lifted into the air and plopped face down over his lap. SMACK! SLAP! SLAP! CRACK! SPANK! All at once, her head arched all the way up, she opened her mouth and screamed, and her legs kicked straight out and up and d own in a blur as the fury of spanks descended. There was no let up. She started to manage a protest but all of the sudden the backs of her legs were smacked hard, and she just burst into tears. One brash teenage punk-rocker had been transfo rme d into one sobbing little girl. Although crying very hard, she somehow managed to blurt out pleas for forgiveness and promises to be good amidst chokes and sobs. The spanking continued for a very long time. She had a lot to learn. She cer tainly did. She was sure that her backside was on fire, and she was sure that the spanking was going to go on forever by the time it stopped. When he let her up she performed a full five minute punk rock dance, consisting of jumping up and dow n, furiously rubbing her brite red backside, hopping from foot to foot, bawling and squalling, stamping her feet, grabbing the backs of her legs and literally dancing around the room in a kind of half squat. He ordered her to settle down and g et her self under control and come over to him. She meekly obeyed. He tenderly drew her near to him, kissed the top of her forehead, stroked her hair, and took her on his lap. It hurt to sit, but it was pure heaven to feel so snugly cuddled. She sat quietly in his lap while he rocked her gently for about 15 minutes. She felt the need to cry again, and this time, unashamed she turned her face onto his shoulder and just cried and cried. He continued rocking, and when she woke up i n her bed the next morning, she realized that she must have drifted off to sleep cuddled in his lap. Her quite tender bottom reassured her it had not been a dream. She made up her mind then and there to turn over new leaf. She was going to b e a good girl from now on. She knew how much he loved her and she knew he deserved how proud he was going to be of her from now on.