Humble Pie for Cathy McCain - Chapter 3

Humble Pie for Cathy McCain
By Yu May and Anonymous

Chapter 3

Cathy McCain lay on her stomach on the sofa, kicking her feet behind her as she cracked open one of her boring school books: For Whom The Bell Tolls. Then, something gnawed at her, and she looked up at the clock. “No problem. I’ve got all the time in the world. Plus, Daddy’s supposed to text me before he gets home. It’ll just get undressed real quick when I know he’s on the way.” Cathy smiled as she flipped through the book, looking at the illustrations. 

“Look at me. House is clean. Doing my homework. I’m such a good girl! Once Daddy sees that, he’ll forget about being so extra on the whole ‘bare-butt spankings and no clothes in the house’ thing.”

As Cathy bounced her heels against her behind, she felt a twinge from her most recent spanking, and flinched. But she ignored it. 

…

Luis McCain dragged himself to his car, and started to write a text. “Cathy, heading home now. Better start dinner if you haven’t already. Can’t wait to hear about your day. ❤️Popsicle.”

Luis tapped send, but nothing happened. His phone froze, and blinked off. “Typical. Ah well, as long as I announce myself, she’ll know it’s not some Peeping Tom at the door.” But as Luis made his community he couldn’t help but wonder what he’d find waiting for him back home.

… 

“He lay flat on the brown, pine-needled floor of the forest, his chin on his folded arms, and high overhead the wind blew in the tops of the pine trees.” Cathy McCain read the words aloud, lamely, for the third time in a row, as she rested her chin on her folded arms. “Booooring! When is something exciting going to happen in this–”

She saw the sun casting the long shadows that announce the coming of dusk. “Shoot! I gotta’ get dinner on, or Daddy will tan my hide again.” 

Cathy tossed aside her book, and started pulling off her sweater. At that precise moment, the door-bell rang. With a squeal of surprise, Cathy jumped up from the couch. “Yeeaiiieee! No one’s home!”

She heard her father’s voice calling from behind the door. “Cathy, it’s just me. I got home a bit early. How is–”

“Aaaaugh! Just a second! I’m not dressed!” screamed Cathy, as she yanked her sweater off over her head. 

Luis unlocked the front door and entered. “Cathy? Relax, there’s nothing to worry…about?”

At that precise moment, Cathy dropped her yoga pants, revealing a pair of panties decorated with a cartoon beaver with a plump booty along with the printed slogan, “Dam, Girl!” Cathy sucked down a sharp breath. “Crud!” 

Knitting his brow, Luis strode toward Cathy and grabbed her by the arm. "Cathy Guisewite McCain! What have you done?"

“W-wait! I just thought a stranger was at the door! I didn’t want a stranger to see me naked!”

Luis narrowed his eyes. “I didn’t instruct you to answer the door for anyone else. Didn’t I tell you, clearly, that I expected to see you dressed exactly as I left you, with dinner ready for me?”

Cathy nodded, praying for her lie to work. “Um, yeah, but I figured if you got an important package at the door or something, you’d want me to pick it up! So I thought I’d better get dressed real quick to answer it is all!”

“Then why did I see you getting undressed when I stepped in the door?”

Cathy swallowed, and pulled her inside-out sweater tight against her chest. “Be-because I heard your voice and realized it was you!”

Luis held Cathy by both shoulders, stroking her gently. “Kitty-Cat, if you don’t want another spanking, then this is your last chance to come clean. Did you disobey my order to stay undressed for the entire day, until I returned home?”

Cathy glanced down at the compelling circumstantial evidence of her guilt, and decided that she’d better come clean. “Yes, Daddy. I’m sorry for stretching the truth. I’ve definitely learned my lesson about telling lies!” Cathy hugged him close, smiling to herself. She was still Daddy’s little girl. 

“Very good, Cathy. In that case, I’m only going to give you three separate spankings, instead of four.”

Cathy’s eyes popped open, and she broke away from the hug. “Huh? For what?”

Cathy went cross-eyed as her father held up his index finger right in front of her face. “One: you’re getting a spanking for deliberate disobedience. Two: you’re getting a spanking for neglecting to make dinner.”

Cathy’s eyes blazed. “But, that’s not fair! You said you’d text me before you got back!”

“Three: you’re getting a spanking for fibbing about why you were dressed.”

Cathy bared her fangs. “But you said you weren’t gonna spank me at all if I just told the truth!”

“No, I was going to give you an additional spanking at bedtime if you doubled-down on your obvious lie. Because you owned up to lying, you won’t get a fourth spanking tonight, assuming you shape up.”

As she struggled to pull away, Cathy discovered her wrists were held tight in her father’s iron grip. “But, but—But that’s insane!”

“Which reminds me, I promised you a spanking if I heard any more, ‘but, but, buts,’ today. So it looks like you’re getting that fourth spanking after all.”

Bouncing with rage, Cathy roared to the heavens, as if she were a jedi who had just fallen to the Dark Side of the Force and was delivering her lines in the most ham-fisted, delightfully manner possible. “Nooooooo!”

Luis seated himself on the ottoman and guided his half-dressed daughter across his thigh. “Cathy Guisewite McCain! You're in big trouble, you naughty girl!”

“Oh, no, nose! No more spankings!”

Luis tugged down Cathy’s beaver panties, revealing a bottom which still bore the pasty, dark red marks of the slipper spanking from only that morning. "Now you're going to learn exactly what happens to you when you're in big trouble, young lady. You get more spankings!"

Luis gave Cathy ten firm spanks with his open palm, before pausing. “That was for forgetting to make supper. If it were just an honest mistake, a simple hand-spanking would be more than enough. But deliberate disobedience is a more serious matter. I’m afraid this spanking is going to have to be your worst one yet.” 

Cathy’s bottom bounced up and down, like two buoyant red balloons. "Please, Daddy! I just lost track of time! You didn't text me! I'll do better!"

But the next thunderous clap seemed to send a shockwave through Cathy’s caboose, knocking the fight right out of her. Luis delivered another set of ten swats with his hand, then paused for nearly a minute, listening to Cathy’s musical din of despair. Finally, Luis patted Cathy’s upturned hinderparts, as if encouraging her. “That was for all the, ‘But, but, butting,’ before your spanking. Now, we can address the more serious matter of your deliberate disobedience, and your dishonesty. Stand up, Cathy McCain. Take a deep breath, and no more whining.”

Cathy stood wobbly, her yoga pants dangling around her ankles while her sweater dangled around her wrists. 

Luis examined her disheveled state. “You were instructed to stay naked for a good reason, little lady: to teach you humility. But you have a prideful heart. So you decided that you didn’t need to obey that rule. Isn’t that right?”

Cathy’s lip wobbled, then she hiccuped. “I’m sowwy.”

“You say you’re sorry now, Cathy, after you’ve been spanked. But you need to remember this moment later, when I’m not here to watch you. To practice better obedience, I want you to take off all your clothes, one at a time, and fold them neatly on the floor in front of you.”

With a final pitiful glance down at her wardrobe, Cathy slowly complied, folding her sweater, then her yoga pants, then her panties in front of her. Luis kept eye contact with her the whole time. “Your bra, too, Cathy.”

Cathy frowned from ear to ear, then straightened and unclasped her bra, letting her perky breasts flop free. Luis nodded. “Now, lay it neatly with the rest of your clothes, and kneel, face to the floor, butt up in the air behind you, as if you were a convict, bowing to ask mercy from a king.”

Cathy paled, then complied, pressing her tear-stained cheeks against the backs of her hands on the floor. She heard her father’s voice booming from above her. “Do you think disobeying the rules for your wardrobe was a good idea, or a bad idea, Cathy?”

“Bad…I’m…I’m such a dummy!”

“That’s right. You were very foolish. And what happens to foolish girls, young lady?”

“We…we get spankings.”

Cathy heard the sound of a metallic click, followed by a series of soft snicks. She dared to peep up, and saw her father taking of his leather belt. “That’s exactly right.”

Luis folded the belt in two, and snapped it between his hands. “So, let’s see if twenty smacks with Daddy’s belt will be enough to knock some sense into your little head."

Cathy felt like she’d suddenly been dunked in ice water. “Puhleeeze…Daddy…”

Luis silenced her with another snap of the belt. “ Are you going to disobey, and make it forty? Or are you going to obey?”

Cathy whimpered. “Obeeeey….”

Luis gestured to the couch. “Then go lie on your tummy on the couch. Make sure to put a pillow under your waist to prop up your booty nice and high.”

As a tear dripped down her perfectly straight nose, Cathy sniveled, and crawled to lay on the couch, and prop herself up on a pillow to angle up her hips upward. Luis lay the belt across her bottom. “These twenty strokes are for disobeying Daddy, and putting on clothes, when I explicitly told you to stay undressed. This time, I will not keep count for you. You will count each stroke after I finish, and say, ‘Thank you, sir.’ Take a deep breath after each lash, and woe betide you if you lose count.”

Cathy made a whining noise that resembled, “Mmm-hmm!”

Luis landed the first lick with the belt, and Cathy squealed like a piglet. “Weeeee-hee! …One, sir! Thank you, sir!” 

Luis answered with the a second swing of the belt, but paced himself, giving Cathy plenty of time to recover her composure, and count between each spank. He was resolved to break her willfulness, but he didn’t want to break her spirit entirely. Cathy managed to keep count without fail for the first ten strokes, but the long spanking had gradually taken its toll on her resolve. After the eleventh stroke, she lay ballyhooing for almost a minute. Finally, Luis rested his hand on the small of Cathy’s back, and delivered a short, quick stroke with the belt. “Keep count, Cathy. You’re on number eleven.”

Cathy yipped with surprise as she felt it rip across her behind. The belt didn’t have the same weight as her slipper, but it bit like a wasp sting. “Eleven, sir! Thank you, sir!”

Luis sighed with relief and stood back up. “Good. Steady, Cathy. I’d like this spanking to end sometime tonight.”

With that, Luis delivered another nine strokes, pausing for at least nine seconds between each. Cathy caught her second wind, and kept count until 16, before her voice began to grow shaky behind fresh tears. “S-sixteen, sir. Thank you, sir! Aaaaaaw! Baw-haaa!”

After Cathy felt the seventeenth spank, she sucked down a breath, and wheezed. “Seben-teeeeeeee….thank you, sir…”

After eighteen and nineteen, Cathy’s count became more a mumbled mess, but Luis knew his daughter was trying her best, so he didn’t add to her count. Finally, he delivered the twentieth stroke as a finale, ripping his belt across Cathy’s scorched, red-violet rump. Cathy heaved, and counted. “Twenneee siiiiiiiir! Thank you! Thank you, sir! …Ow! Oh…Oooh-hooo…boo-hoo-hooooo!”

Shaking his head, Luis put his belt back on. “You poor thing. Come here, silly girl. Have a hug.”

Cathy rose to her knees and buried herself into her father’s embrace, whinging, and let him pat the top of her head. “All right, Cathy. Your spanking for disobeying my instructions is over…but you still have another spanking coming, for lying to me when I came home.”

Cathy tensed, looked up to meet her father’s gaze, and nodded. “Daddy…I know I deserve it…but…I can’t take any more…”

“I know that, sweetie. So I’m going to let you rest in bed, instead of standing in the corner for time out.” Luis scooped his nude daughter up, carried her to her room, and laid her down in bed on her side. “Think hard about what you did today, and about what you have coming. I’ll be up in a few minutes.”

Cathy clutched her pillow like a security blanket and wept softly. After he left her alone, she tried to clutch her bottom, felt the radiant heat emanating from it, and gave up the effort as futile. She spent the rest of her timeout lying on her stomach, sobbing into her pillow.

Finally, just as her tears started to subside, she heard a knock at her door, and her father entered. Luis approached her bed, and sat next to her. Instinctively, Cathy crept next to him and sat on his lap, ignoring the protest from her punished patootie. He wrapped his arms around her. "Now answer me, why did Daddy punish you?"

Her lip quivered. "I forgot to make lunch like you asked…and…I deliberately disobeyed you…"

Luis stroked her gently under her chin to lift her face up to see his. "That’s right. And what should you do from now on?"

“I…I’ll listen to you. And I won’t wear any clothes, no more.”

“And what about forgetting to make dinner? What should you do to correct that mistake?”

She hunched her shoulders. "I…I could make something for you, right now, if you still have time…and as for lying you…" 

Her eyes teared up and she tried to hug him. "I'm sorry, Daddy, I…I don't know why I did that…the more I think about it, the more I know I needed the spanking…I…I need lots more spanking!"

Luis reached around and patted her bottom. “That’s right, Cathy, but I’m afraid your poor little booty can’t take any more punishment tonight. So, we’ll just have to postpone your spanking for lying until tomorrow.”

Cathy swallowed. “I…have to wait that long? Can’t we just get my spanking over with, so I can finally be forgiven?”

“You already are forgiven, Cathy. But it’s no good to go on spanking you, without giving you time to recover between spankings. We’ll start with a belt spanking first thing tomorrow morning, and that will settle your debt for lying.”

Cathy clenched her jaw. “But, what if I do bad things faster than you can spank me for all of them?”

“If you have ongoing behavior issues, then I’ll have to administer regular spankings throughout the day, spaced out at intervals. Even if it takes a few days, or a few weeks, we’ll eventually catch up…But that won’t be necessary, if you shape up your act.”

Cathy hummed with a mix of dread and relief. “I’ll try.”

Luis kissed the top of her head, and dried away her tears. “Very good, Kitten. I'm very proud of you for recognizing your mistake."

Luis picked her up, and carried her toward the door. “But on second thought, I think I’ll make dinner for you. Any requests?

Cathy smiled shyly, and wrapped her arms around her father’s neck. "I miss when you used to make me mac an’ cheese after school…with hamburger in it!"

"Well then, I'm going to make you my world famous hamburger macaroni and cheese. And I'm going to make it with the help of the most beautiful kitchen assistant in the world!" 

Luis carried her to the kitchen, and set her down. “Oh, best to put an apron on. I wouldn’t want you to get anything hot splashed on you.”

Cathy fetched one of her late mother’s aprons, which was decorated with a picture of a charred cartoon heart and the words, “If You Can’t Take the Heat, Get Your Ass Out The Kitchen!”

Luis started a pan of hamburger cooking and a pot of macaroni noodles boiling, and pointed to the kitchen. "Assistant cook, grate up one bowl of cheddar and one bowl of gruyère. That way it will melt easily when we put it on top of the hot macaroni."

She obeyed, beaming, but also blushing. "Yes, Chef!"

Luis clapped as Cathy carefully grated the cheese, sticking her tongue out as she tried not to spill it. “Bravo! You’re getting the hang of it. Now we drain the water, and mix in the hamburger and cheese with a dash of cream, and…Voila!!! C'est très magnifique!!!" 

Luis filled two bowls with a ladle. "Now prepare the dinner table for us, and we’ll dine."

Cathy served the bowls eagerly, then lowered herself experimentally onto her seat. She decided to rest most of her weight on her thighs and elbows while she ate. As she chewed the first few bites, Cathy looked at her father with a mix of admiration and sadness. "Daddy, I've been thinking…I still feel guilty about disobeying. Do you think I deserve another spanking? …Maybe before bedtime?"

For a moment, Luis paused, then set down his fork, staring carefully into Cathy’s eyes. “What do you think, Cathy?”

Cathy swallowed a delicious bite of gooey mac n’ cheese, and felt fresh tears in her eyes. “I think…I need it…for being a bad girl…and being so dumb…”

Luis reached out, and held her hand. “No, Cathy. You’re not a bad girl at heart. And you’re not dumb. You have been wilful, and made foolish choices, but I know you want to do better…Yes, I think a reinforcement spanking will help you better ingrain the lesson you’ve learned today. So I will give you an extra hand spanking tonight, when I come up to tuck you into bed. I think that will help put you in the right frame of mind, before your real spanking with the belt, first thing tomorrow morning."

Cathy squeezed his hand, and nodded. "…And then you won't be mad at me anymore?"

Luis kissed her hand. "My precious little girl, I don't punish you because I'm angry. I only punish you because it’s my duty, and because I love you. The point of the punishment is to provide you with limits, to teach you to discern between what's right and what’s wrong, and to set you on the path of good." 

He stroked her hair. "Do you understand that?"

Cathy pressed his hand against her head. "Yes, Daddy. I think I understand now…thank you."

He smiled. "You are welcome, my pretty little angel. Before bed, I have do some market research for the office. When you're done eating, clear the table, wash the dishes, take a nice, long shower, and go to your room to study. I'll be up to give you your bed time spanking at nine o’ clock sharp. When I knock, I expect to see you seated on your bed waiting for me, ready to be spanked." 

He kissed her on her forehead. “And remember, the no clothing rule is still in force. You are to remain completely naked for the rest of the night.”

Cathy nodded, and slipped out of her kitchen apron. "Do you want me to bring anything to my room? You know, like a cane, or your razor strap, to spank me with?"

"No need. Since this is just a reminder spanking, a simple hand spanking will be more than enough. Plus a handful of strokes with your hairbrush, for emphasis."

She folded her hands in front of her, blushing with fresh embarrassment. "And if I'm really good today…may I have my clothes back, starting tomorrow?"

Luis considered. "Everything will depend on your choices, Cathy. Starting tomorrow morning, good behavior will result in you earning back the privilege of wearing clothing, while bad behavior will reset you back to square one: your birthday suit. I will tell you when you’ve merited the right to have your underwear back. I’m rooting for you.”

With a final embrace, they parted. Cathy sighed, and went to work on the dishes. After her shower, she scrounged up a bottle of vaseline, and applied a generous dollop to her burning backside, which soothed the chafed skin slightly.

She sat on a fuzzy blanket while she did her reading, and managed to get through one whole chapter of For Whom the Bell Tolls. 

She heard her warning alarm ring, and glanced up to see she had fifteen minutes until 9:00 p.m. “Showtime.”

Cathy sat on her bed, feeling her stomach churning. She saw her favorite stuffed animal from her infant years, a chubby tiger plushie, and sat it on her lap.

Her alarm clock chimed a tune, and rang the hour nine. Cathy recited the pull quote she’d read from the back of her book. “Do not ask for whom the bell tolls…it tolls for thee.”

There was a knock, and her father let himself in. “Well, Cathy, how did your evening go? What did you get accomplished?”

“I finished a whole chapter. I think I might actually be able to get it done in time to write my essay in time.”

“Of course you can. You’re a smart girl, and you can do anything you set your mind to.”

Luis seated himself next to Cathy. “Well, you’ve asked for a bedtime spanking. You know what needs to happen next. But I want to hear you explain why this is happening, in your own words. Why are you getting this spanking, Cathy?”

“Because I disobeyed you, neglected my responsibilities, lied when confronted, then tried to backtalk and stall when it was time for my spanking.”

“And you understand that you will still be getting a spanking with my belt tomorrow morning.”

Cathy nodded. “Yes. That will be my due penalty for lying. But this spanking is just to help me remember…that I’m still your little girl, and I still need spankings.”

“Exactly. So we’re going to work on having you practice obedience, and submit to your spanking, without further argument. Go and fetch your hairbrush from the dresser, and lie across my lap. Hold on tight to the hairbrush, until I ask you for it to finish your spanking.”

Feeling her stomach twisting into a knot, Cathy stood and marched to collect the steel hairbrush, her feet heavy with every step, and settled down across her father’s lap, gripping tight to the hairbrush. As she felt his hand resting against her waist to hold her in place, Cathy blurted out, "I'm ready, Daddy. Please, spank me soundly."

But she didn’t feel ready.

Luis lifted his hand half way up. “I will. I’m proud of you. You’re my brave girl. Let’s finish your spanking, now.”

 

Luis began to spank, withholding some of his full strength, but delivering firm strokes that were more than enough to bring Cathy fresh discomfort. When combined with the lingering soreness, Cathy found herself in an agonizing state of heightened awareness. It hurt just enough to make her keenly conscious of her tushie’s tantalizing troubles, while also not hurting quite bad enough to bring her to tears, which tend to help numb the continual pain of a long spanking.

The hand steady spanking carried for a few agonizing minutes, before Luis finally paused. “Hand me the hairbrush, young lady. You will get five good, solid whacks.”

Cathy sniffed, and as she held up the hairbrush, she felt fresh tears stinging her eyes. By now, they were like old friends. “Yesssss….sir!”

Luis accepted the hairbrush, delivered a few love taps against each of Cathy’s butt cheeks, then brought down the first real spank with a crisp pop across her further buttock. “One.”

Cathy yelped, and felt her tears dripping down freely. “One, sir. Thank you, sir!”

With a proud smile, Luis delivered the next four spanks slowly, aiming at both of Cahty’s buttocks, both her upper thighs, and a connecting blow across the center of her lower bottom. Even as she broke down crying, Cathy managed to keep her count without a misstep. “Five sir! Thank you, sir!”

Luis examined his work, feeling like a painter before a canvas. Cathy’s once white bottom now represented an abstract field of red poppies, speckled with a few purple violets. Cathy bawled for another few minutes, before finally calming herself down. She muttered, her voice heavy. “...M’sorry, Popsicle.”

Luis sat her on his lap, and hugged her close. “I forgive you, Kitty-Cat.”

Cathy kissed him on the cheek, and let him tucked her into bed. Luis stroked her cheek. “Good night, Cathy. Tomorrow is a new day.”

“G’nite, Daddy. See you tomorrow.” Cathy felt her eyelids drooping. Of course, tomorrow would be here soon. And after enduring her final spanking from Daddy’s belt, she was determined to make it a better day than today had been.

[End of Chapter 3]