Notice her (M/f story)

Mary took one last glance in the mirror, straightening her shirt, and turning around to look at her skirt from every angle. Short enough to be enticing, but long enough to protect her modesty.

In a few minutes, Robert would be arriving, planning on spending another afternoon playing video games with her brother Charlie. Robert was one of the cutest guys she knew, but her advances so far had been too subtle, she'd realized. One way or another, she'd make him notice her today.

They were already sitting on the couch, each holding a control and staring at the screen when she entered the room. “Oh, hi, Robert,” she said as she saw him. “I didn't know you were coming over today.”

“Hi,” he said, not even looking up from the screen. He was certainly as attentive as ever.

She sat down next to him. “So what are you two playing?” she said, doing her best to feign interest.

“Left 4 Dead,” Robert replied.

“Oh,” Mary replied. She looked at the screen, where the two seemed to be shooting their way through an army of zombies. She gazed at Robert, asking him some more questions and trying to an attentive listener, but he barely responded.

“We're trying to find a safe haven from the zombies,” Charlie said. He then glanced over at his sister. “But no matter how much we try to achieve our goal, our efforts are wasted.” He grinned. Was it her imagination, or was he making fun of her? Did he notice what Robert didn't?

“Can I have a go later?” she said. “If you'll show me what to do. I haven't played a game like this before.”

“Sure,” Robert said, just as uninterested as before. Charlie was grinning even wider now, and she knew it wasn't just her imagination.

She was just wondering whether she should try to undo a few buttons of her shirt, and entice him in a different manner, when her father entered the room.

“Mary, I want to talk to you.”

She rolled her eyes a bit at having been interrupted, and looked at him. “Yes?”

“Don't take that tone with me,” he said, holding up a letter. “Care to explain this?”

“What is it?” she said, still a bit annoyed.

“A letter from your school,” he said. “About smoking in the bathroom.”

Oh. She felt a creeping sensation at the back of her neck. This wasn't going to end well.

“On Thursday, when you said you were staying behind to work on a project? You were actually in detention, weren't you?”

“Uhm. About that, I-” she wasn't entirely sure how she was going to explain this away, but she would at least try.

But her father sat down on one of the dining room chairs, patting his lap. “Come here,” he said strictly.

“Can't we talk about this? I-”

“Mary, do you want me to take off my belt?”

On shaking knees, she rose to her feet, inching over to her father. She'd had the belt once before, and had no wish to repeat the experience. She heard the noises of gunfire die down behind her, and knew the two boys were no longer paying attention to their game.

She had no doubt that trying to reason with her father, to ask him to wait until Robert had left, was pointless – she knew from bitter experience that he didn't care who witnessed their punishments. But she had a small hope that he'd spank her over her skirt, that he'd leave her modesty intact – a hope that was crushed when he pulled her over his knee, raised her skirt, and started to lower her panties.

“Daddy,” she whined. “Can't you leave my panties up? They can see.”

“All spankings are delivered on the bare bottom,” he said calmly. “You should know this by now, Mary.”

And without any waiting or lecturing, he started to spank her. Mary grimaced as the first smacks landed on her soft cheeks, making her bite her lips in pain. There was never much of a warm-up when her father disciplined her. Once the warmth had begun to spread through her backside, and she had started to kick her legs, he started the lecture. He said he liked to ensure she was paying attention.

“The smoking is bad enough, Mary. It's bad for you, not to mention illegal. But trying to keep it hidden from us? Lying straight to my face when I asked why you were late? I am very, very disappointed in you, young lady.”

Tears were already appearing at the corners of her eyes, but Mary managed to glance over at the couch. Charlie was facing the screen, staring at the frozen scene of zombie carnage. He hadn't gotten any pleasure whatsoever from watching her spankings in years. Instead, he felt sorry for her, and was always nicer to her while she was sitting gingerly. Robert, on the other hand, was staring open-mouthed at the scene. She blushed.

A flurry of smacks caused her to kick her legs violently, and she was vaguely aware that she howled in pain.

Finally, once it felt like every inch of skin had been pounded into submission, or perhaps into oblivion, her father stopped the spanking, and once she'd calmed down a bit, she was allowed to stand. When she tried to rub her sore posterior, however, he slapped her hands away. “You know the rules,” he said, nodding to the corner near the fireplace. She stared at him in horror. Surely he didn't mean for her to stand there, with her nose to the wall and her beaten bottom showing, while Robert and Charlie were sitting in the same room?

“Don't make me tell you again."

Corner time was always half an hour, but this was one of the longest half-hours of Mary's life. The sounds of the zombie apocalypse were gone, as the boys had turned off the console, and were instead in the middle of a board game. Charlie later informed her that Robert had been unable to continue the video game, as his mind seemed to be thinking of something else entirely. Rolling dice seemed a lot simpler in his state.

While Mary could feel her face burning with shame – and the other end also burning– a slight smile still creeped unto her lips. One thing was definitely certain: there was no way Robert didn't notice her today. Perhaps she'd talk to him later and ask him if he was willing to put some lotion on her scorched skin.