Humble Pie For Cathy McCain

 Humble Pie For Cathy McCain

By Yu May and Anonymous

Cathy McCain knew exactly how pretty she was, and exactly how much trouble that entitled her to cause. With her strawberry blond hair and genetic lottery blend of Korean and Scots-Irish features, she had become the undisputed queen bee of Lehigh College-Prepatory High School. And as the queen, she had exercised her royal privileges capriciously. After Cathy spent all first semester of her senior year orchestrating a social media harassment campaign, targeting an uppity dork for blatantly stealing her look, the school administration had finally had enough: after  a snitch had exposed her anonymous profile, Cathy had been called to the Principal’s office, shown the evidence, and after freely admitting both her guilt and lack of remorse, she had been given given one week's suspension. 

To Cathy it felt like a vacation. She drove her hot pink Mercedez-Benz home without a second thought, parked over the line, stomped into the three-story mansion she shared with her Dad, and flopped onto the living-room couch to file her nails and watch reality TV.

Two hours later, Luis McCain arrived home, with a face like thunder. He had received the call from the school and this time he would not let it slide. He strode through the front door, stepped directly in front of his daughter, and spoke in a low, unyielding voice. "Cathy McCain. Get up and go up to your room, now."

Cathy looked up, bored. "Oh, hey Dad. You're blocking the TV."

"I'm just going to say it one more time, young lady. Come up now. We're going to have a very serious conversation."

She rolled her eyes. "Yeah, sure. I got sent home from school." She stood up, stretching.

“Enough!” Luis approached her, grabbed her by the arms, slung her easily over his shoulder, and carried her to her up the stairs. 

“Hey! Leggo! You’re not the boss of me!” growled Cathy, scratching at her father’s back.

Luis flopped her down on her bed and locked the bedroom door. He turned to face her, fighting keeping his voice steady. "You're confined to your room, young lady. Now listen to me. I've been stroking your head for a long time, but that ends now."

Cathy sat up, and hugged her knees close against her chest. "Dad? What's the big deal? It's just a week off of school."

"Which means it will be a week of hard work and studying for you, Cathy McCain. You are now responsible for all housework under this roof. You will also be expected to improve your grades. And no going out."

Cathy sighed. "But Dad, my grades are okay…This is all that snitching dork's fault, anyway."

“Seperate from school work and chores, this week, we are going to be focusing on teaching you an iron-clad rule: bullying is unacceptable. I’ve tolerated this teenage mean-girl attitude for too long. I told myself you were just going through a phase. But that ends today. You are expected to show respect to me as your father, and obey my orders as soon as they are given. Also, you are expected to treat your classmates with dignity and politeness. And from now on, whenever you behave like a selfish brat, you will be punished like one. I always disagreed with your mother on her style of discipline, but I see now that she was right.”

Cathy pouted. "So you're grounding me? Ugh! It's not fair!"

Luis shook his head, and rolled up his sleeves. “No, I’m opting for a more tried-and-true punishment. A good, old-fashioned spanking on the butt!” 

He approached her, grabbed her by the arm, and hauled her across his lap. After pinning her legs between his, he neatly pulled down her shorts and panties with one clean tug. “Your punishment begins right now.”

Cathy’s eyes went wide and she grabbed tight at her panties. "What? That's crazy! I'm way too old for a spanking! You can't do this!"

"You are not too old to receive a good spanking. And as long as you live in my house you will be subject to my rules and authority, young lady." 

The first slap hit her right buttock, hard. "One!" counted Luis.

The second came down, quick and sharp, across her left buttock. "Two!"

The first spank had tanked Cathy by surprise, shocking her into silence. But after she felt the second spank, she let out a banshee scream, shaking her head. "Yeeeeek! Noooo!"

Luis kept count as he delivered a sequence of three quick slaps, one on each side of her buttocks, followed by a third aimed directly across the center. "Three…four…five!"

She bucked and tried to lift up off his lap. "Aaaooow! Fuck, that hurts!!!"

Luis cut her off with a firm clap across the center of her bottom, covering a good portion of both cheeks. "Six…Keep being rude, young lady. It looks like I'll have to be stricter with you." 

As Cathy felt four more lightning-quick slaps hit her ass hard, she heard her father continuing the count. "Seven….eight…nine, ten." 

As Cathy roared protests, Luis paused and looked around the room, until he found exactly what he was looking for. He stretched his arm out and easily reached Cathy’s hairbrush from her dresser.

Cathy beat her fists and kicked her feet against the mattress. "Ow! Ow, oow, ooowww!!! Fuck, fuck, fuck! Stop it! This is abuse!" 

Then, as she twisted around, she spotted the hairbrush, and her anger suddenly vanished. "Huh? No! Not with that! Please, Daddy, no!"

Luis patted the hefty, stainless steel hairbrush against his daughter’s rump. He recalled it had been an expensive, name-brand import, which she’d begged him to buy her for her birthday. "Incredible. Your hairbrush is the perfect size to cover your entire butt cheek. Alright, now I'm going to teach you not to swear. You’ll get twenty hard brush strokes."

In a panic, Cathy twisted and squirmed to escape, but her father’s arm held her firmly in place. "Aaaugh! Nonono, noooo!" 

She tried to scream more threats and pleas, before she was cut off by the first stroke as it came crashing down against her left buttock. She gasped, unable to scream. And just as she began to mentally process how much worse the hairbrush felt than just her father’s pal, she felt the second blow as the hairbrush smashed deep into her right buttock. 

Luis aimed the first five brush strokes across her right buttock only. He kept a firm, merciless pace as he counted each one in turn. "One…two…three…four…five!"

"Yeow! Ouch! Oh, ow! Yow! Yaaah!"

The next set of five pummelled her left buttock, with the same intensity. "Six…seven…eight…nine…ten!" 

After only ten spanks, she'd already broken down, crying freely. She twisted weakly on top of his lap, but by now, even Cathy knew it was hopeless.

Satisfied that he had sufficiently earned Cathy’s full attention, Luis slowed down the pace as he delivered the next set of ten whacks, alternating between each buttock.

Each one elicited a fresh squeal of terror or howl of agony from Cathy, in sharp contrast to her soft weeping and blubbering in between. Luis ignored the noise, and calmly counted the final ten spanks. "Eleven. Twelve. Thirteen. Fourteen. Fifteen. Sixteen. Seventeen. Eighteen. Nineteen. Twenty." 

As her butt absorbed the twentieth and final spank, Cathy screeched, until her voice cracked, and she groaned, her throat hoarse.

With a nod, Luis set the brash back on Cathy’s dresser. "Now stand up. You will be in time out for the next twenty minutes. Stand in the corner, with your butt out, and think hard about the reasons for your punishment. When I come back, your answers will tell whether you need to get another spanking tonight."

She nodded furiously and stumbled to the corner, dancing on her feet as she felt her glutes scream in protest with each step. "Yes, daddy! Just, no more! Please, enough!" 

She tried to grab her bottom, then hissed. It was tender to the slightest touch. In the end, she simply shielded it with her hands folded gingerly underneath her butt cheeks.

Cathy heard her bedroom door slam behind her, and trembled. Then, when the silence started to press on her, she slumped her forehead against the wall, and sobbed. After a few minutes, she was finally able to control her breathing again, and tried to think, despite how fuzzy her head felt. How long had she been here? A minute? An hour? What was she supposed to think about? What were the answers Daddy wanted? Why was this happening to her?

The next few seconds dragged on, her bottom buzzing like an alarm, demanding her attention. She tried to count to sixty, just to get a sense of what a minute was, and it was the most agonizing full minute of her entire life. In the end, she gave up counting, and simply contemplated the wall, willing herself to just say whatever Daddy wanted to hear. Anything to make this torture stop.

After a full twenty minutes, that felt like twenty hours to Cathy, Luis knocked and entered her room. Cathy stiffened, and felt her knees knocking.

Luis examined the sight, and was satisfied to find Cathy right where he left her. "Now, turn around and look me in the eye. Why were you punished, young lady?"

She turned to face him, then quickly covered her groomed, strawberry blond bush at the front. With her knees locked together, she felt like a toddler doing the bathroom dance. "I…I was mean to Dorothy Perkins at school…I got suspended…and I was rude. Please don't spank me again, Daddy!"

"And what are you going to do to solve the problem you created with your bad attitude towards your classmate, Dorothy?"

Her lip trembled. "I'll apologize to her, as soon as I get back to school! I won't pick on her anymore! I promise!"

Luis nodded. "Very good. But I don’t think that should wait until next week. I’ll call her parents tonight. Next matter, what will be your attitude towards your teachers?"

Fresh tears wet Cathy’s eyes. Somehow, her father’s look of disappointment was worse than anything she’d experienced all day. "I'll be good! I'll respect them! Just, please, no more spanking!"

Luis shook his head. "That only depends on you, young lady. Now, tidy your room, and when you're finished, go wash the dishes."

Cathy started tidying at once, then remembered that she never got dressed. She looked at her father, with sad puppy-dog eyes. "May…may I get dressed, Daddy?"

"No, the humiliation of being naked and seeing your butt red and sore will help you to fix your thoughts on having a good attitude.”

She hung her head. "But…but…" 

Then, with a whimper, she turned to face her father, covering her front with both hands. "Yes, sir." 

Reflexively, Cathy bent down at the waist, bowed her low to her father. It was so automatic, it even surprised herself. Then, she knelt onto her knees, feeling her smarting buttocks press against her socks, and began to collect the scattered designer clothing that was strewn across her bedroom floor.

Luis watched, strangely touched by this picture of obedience. "I'm going to prepare dinner. When I'm done, I'll come up and call you to set the table. I want this room to be clean and tidy well before then. You have half an hour, young lady." 

Luis strode out, closed the door gently behind him, and went to the kitchen. He settled on cooking blackened fish with rice balls. As he looked as his watch, he saw that Cathy’s thirty minutes were nearly up. "I just hope one spanking was enough to make the point…But has really learned her lesson?"

***

Cathy cleaned her room as best she could, but she had let it get to a pretty hopeless state this year. Painfully aware of her nudity below the waist, Cathy pulled down the front of her shirt by the hem as she tossed assorted make-up supplies into a cloth storage crate. “What if he says this isn’t clean enough?”

She felt a speckled tear on her cheek, and brushed it away. Finally, she experimented with massaging her butt. Still sore, but somehow, rubbing it until she could feel the sting again was a welcome distraction from the usual dull ache. "I can't believe it! This is so unfair!" 

As Cathy glimpsed herself in the mirror, she certainly felt sorry. She felt plenty sorry for her beautiful booty, and even more sorry that she had gotten caught.

***

As Luis pulled the fish from the grill, a delicious aroma wafted through the kitchen. Time was up.

He went up to Cathy’s bedroom. This time, he didn’t bother to knock before entering, and found Cathy pouting in front of the mirror, while rubbing her butt furiously. Cathy didn’t notice her Dad until he appeared right behind her in the mirror, and she spun on her heels, hastily pulling down the front of her shirt. “Daddy? I’m almost done!”

Luis examined the state of the room. The floor was mostly clean, but it looked like Cathy had simply tossed most of her things on top of her bed. As he knelt to peek under the bed, he saw a pile of dirty clothes which had been hastily stuffed out of sight. "What are these clothes doing here, young lady?"

She stood at attention with a look of sheer terror in her eyes, ringing the hem of her shirt into tight knots between her hands. "I didn't know where else to put them. You told me not to leave, so I put them there until I had time to take them down. I promise, I was going to take them straight to the laundry room!"

Luis considered the matter. On the one hand, it looked like she had been dawdling. On the other hand, she had made an effort to clean her room as instructed, and her story was at least plausible. He decided to give her the benefit of the doubt. "Put those clothes in the laundry, and then go set the dinner table.”

Cathy exhaled, the relief plain on her face. “Yeah, sure.” 

She shuffled slowly around her Dad, still holding down the front of her shirt, trying to keep her exposed butt out of view. “Um…could you, maybe…”

Luis grabbed her by the shoulders, and spun her around to face her bed. “When I tell you to do something, I want it done without delay. Move it.”

Then he gave her a firm clap across her butt. Cathy squeaked, and dove to collect her clothing, no longer concerned about how her backside was poking in the air behind her as she crawled to reach under her bed. "Yes sir! Right away!"

She emerged with a bundle of clothing, dropping a pink sock and a pair of her strawberry rainbow panties in her rush out the door. "I'm going, I'm going!" 

As she scampered toward the laundry room, Luis looked at the clothes she had dropped. He would have to remind her to collect those later. Luis followed Cathy downstairs and seated himself at the table. Cathy emerged from the laundry room, carrying a folded pair of splashy neon-purple and neon-green yoga pants over her arm. She approached her father at the head of the table, looking hopeful. “May…may I have supper with you, Daddy?”

Luis nodded. “Yes. I asked you to serve the meal. After you’ve finished, you may join me for supper.”

Cathy quickly carried over both plates like a waitress, and set the table. “So…should I get dressed now?"

Luis folded his hands. "You are allowed to sit at the table and eat. But you will remain naked until further notice." He grabbed his silverware and started eating.

She blushed, and sat down, wincing. She watched him in nervous silence as they both ate dinner.

After the meal, Luis set his cutlery on his plate.  "Clear the table and wash the dishes. Don’t use the dishwasher. I want you to scrub them clean, by hand, and set them out to dry."

She nodded, fidgeting in her seat, then reached to grab his plate. "Yes, Daddy." 

She set the dishes in the sink and started scrubbing them, sniffling slightly. She muttered under her breath. "Jerk…"

While she was distracted, Luis approached her from behind. "Do you have something you want to say, young lady?"

She spun around, shielding her bottom with her dripping wet hands. "I…I was just thinking that…that jerk chicken was really great, Daddy!"

“It wasn’t jerk chicken. It was grilled fish.”

Cathy swallowed. “Oh? Wow! Must be the spices!”

“Cathy, do you believe you are being ill-used?”

“Used what?”

“Ill-used. Unfairly treated. Do you think I’m punishing you in a way that is disproportionate to your crime?”

Cathy glanced down at her bottomless state of dress. “Um…I’d like my pants back?”

“It’s not a matter of what you’d like, Cathy. It’s a matter of what’s just. I took your pants because what you did to that girl was shameful. I want you to feel shame. You’ll get your pants back when I’m convinced you’ve learned to appreciate the value of decency. And if you want to make an argument that you’ve earned the right to wear pants again, I expect you to do it without calling me a jerk. When you finish the dishes, come meet me in the living room.”

Shuffling on her feet, Cathy turned, pulled on a pair of rubber gloves, and returned to work.

Luis sat on his easy chair, found his copy of The Three Musketeers and tried to read.

The clinking of dishes ceased, and Cathy appeared at the doorway. "The dishes are all done, Daddy. Can I get dressed now?”

Luis sighed, and set down his book. “No, Cathy. You may not get dressed.”

Cathy’s eyes watered. “But, why Daddy? Why are you doing this to me?” 

“Because being pantsless is part of your punishment. The embarrassment you feel right now? That’s the entire point. You humiliated that poor girl. You humiliated me. You deserve to know what that feels like, so you never think of doing it again. You’ve been an ass, Cathy.”

Cathy’s lip quivered. “Don’t you love me any more?”

Luis stood and hugged Cathy. “Of course I love you, Cathy. Even when I punish you, it’s because I love you.”

Cathy sniveled. “May…may I sit with you, Popsicle?"

Luis scooped her up in both his arms, and sat back down, resting her on his lap. “Of course you may.”

Cathy hugged him tight around his neck, and snuggled up close to cuddle with him.

Luis patted her between the shoulder blades. “Now, let’s review. You are being punished because you are a bully. That would be bad enough, but in addition, you’ve been making things much worse for yourself. Think carefully, what have you done wrong, today?” 

With a soft whine, Cathy buried her face in her father’s chest. "Um…I had a bad attitude?"

"That’s a very general answer. But I expect a better answer than that. You are a smart girl, Cathy, so use your head, and try again. What did you do wrong today? Be specific."

She whimpered. "I was…slow to obey, and I talked back to you! 

“That’s a better answer. That’s how you made things worse for yourself today. Now, tell me why you’re being punished in the first place. I need you to hear yourself say what you did, out loud.” 

Cathy sniffled, and blew her nose into the collar of her shirt. “I've been slacking off at school. and rude to my teachers. And…and I was a bully!” 

“Yes, Cathy. You were a bully. But I’m not going to let you keep being a bully.”

Cathy looked up, a thin dribble of snot running down her nose. “Please, Daddy, I know I did bad, can't my punishment just be over?"

“No, Cathy. This is going to be a long week for you. You are under observation. Think of it like being under probation. Any deliberate disobedience, dishonesty, defiance, or disrespect equals an immediate spanking. That part is non-negotiable. But if you fix your attitude, you can avoid making your situation any worse than it has to be. Now go upstairs, take a shower, and put on your pajamas. Later, I will come up to tuck you in for the night."

Cathy exhaled with relief. "Yes, sir." 

Folding her hands behind her bottom, she scampered up the stairs to shower. In her relief to finally be allowed to wear pants again, she momentarily forgot about her spanking, until the steaming hot water of the shower splashing against her steaming hot bottom helpfully reminded her. She carefully held her bottom out of the stream of water, and switched to a cold shower.

After emerging from the shower wrapped in two towels, she gratefully picked out her favorite pajamas, which bore a pattern of the Bratz dolls of her youth (the sassier, glammier cousin of the Barbie doll).

Cathy winced as she felt the pants brush against the mottled red flesh of her buttocks, but as the fabric stretched across her hips and settled in place, she actually relished the angry tickling sensation. At least she was finally dressed.

She tried to sit on her bed, and found that sitting down wasn’t quite as hard as she expected. It still hurt to stretch her legs, but the soft comforter was nothing compared to enduring supper while sitting her ass flat against a hard wooden chair.

Then, there was a knock at her door, and her father appeared in her room. As Cathy tired to crawl into bed, using slow, careful movements, Luis helpfully pulled up the comforter and wrapped her tight, and kissed her on her forehead. “Good night, my precious little girl. Have sweet dreams. Remember, tomorrow is a new day.” 

Cathy kissed him back, on the cheek. "Good night, Daddy…and…I'm sorry for being bad."

Luis kissed her again, on her cheek. “You did a bad thing. And now you have to pay for it. But if you repent, and turn away from the wrong path…then you’re not a bad girl anymore.”

Cathy’s eyes sparkled with soft tears, but her voice was steady. “Does that mean you have to start spanking me again? …Like Mommy used to?”

“Yes, Cathy. From now on, I have to spank you. But I want you to know something: I love you more than anything on earth, even when you need a spanking.”

Cathy smiled. “And I love you, more than anything on earth, even when you need to spank me.”

[End of Chapter 1]