Hard Choice (M/f story)

Natalie loved staying with her brother. Even though he was usually quite busy working on his Master's degree, Keith always had time to listen to her in a way that their parents didn't. She was spending a few weeks at his place while their parents were away, and she couldn't be happier. He was usually kind and generous, but she knew that he had a stricter side. The cold, disappointed look in his eyes as he glared down at her left her in no doubt which side he was currently displaying.

She wasn't entirely sure why she'd bought the beer. Jessica, one of the more popular girls in class, often asked her older sister to buy some for her, and she'd asked Natalie if she wanted some. There was something about a forbidden drink, offered by someone she'd like to have as a friend, that made it hard to say no. She decided to smuggle it in and hide it in her closet when Keith was at college, but he'd had the day off, and had caught her with the six-pack in her hand.

"What exactly do you think you're doing, young lady?" he'd asked her, the friendly grin he usually sported replaced by a strict glare. Unable to lie to his face, she'd stuttered out the truth. "You're far too young for this," he told her. "I've seen what happens to people who start drinking early, and it's rarely pretty. Drinking isn't going to make you cool or popular, just broke and nauseous."

A few hours later, she was lying on her bed, staring at the ceiling. She'd been grounded for three days, and he'd taken away her laptop and her cell phone. She wasn't allowed to leave her room, or do anything but do homework, read books, or consider the consequences or her actions, and she didn't particularly feel like doing either.

She glared at the ceiling as if she was trying to stare it into submission. It worked about as well as it would have if she'd tried the same tactic on Keith. She felt very unjustly treated, but deep down, she knew their parents would have done the same. Or maybe they wouldn't?

She found Keith reading in a comfy chair in the living room. "I trust you have a good reason to leave your room while you're grounded?" he said, with very little of the usual warmth in his voice.

"I need to talk to you," she said, biting her lip and trying to rub her sweaty palms on the side of her skirt.

"What about?"

"Well, I know I shouldn't have bought the beer, but do I really need to be grounded? Couldn't I be punished some other way?"

"What did you have in mind?" he said.

She took a deep breath, trying to get over the fact that she was actually going to say this. "Couldn't you spank me instead?"

His left eyebrow slowly crept upwards. "You want me to spank you?"

"Of course not," she explained, "but I don't want to be grounded either. Spankings hurt, but they're over quickly. I'd rather get the punishment behind me, than spend several days in my room."

He furrowed his brow as he considered her words. "I understand, but I don't think you're aware of what you're asking me. I'm really disappointed in you now, and if I decide to spank you, it's going to be a long and hard session over my lap."

"I understand," she told him. "And I'm not looking forward to it, but any thing's better than being grounded."

"We'll see about that," he said calmly. "All right, as you wish."

He walked over to the couch and patted his lap. "Come here, Natalie."

She walked over to him on shaking legs; her idea suddenly didn't seem like the stroke of genius it had been when she thought about it in the safety of her room. Once she reached him, he gently guided her over his lap, making sure she was as comfortable as possible under the circumstances. She blushed a bit as he grabbed the hem of her skirt, lifting it up to reveal her blue cotton panties, but when he placed his thumbs in the waistband of those panties, she panicked.

"Can't I keep them on?" she said frantically, grabbing her panties to keep them in place. "You don't have to pull them down – they won't protect me much."

"Natalie, you're not in charge here. Move your hand, or you'll get extras, and you have quite the punishment coming without it."

Reluctantly, she did as she was told, and in a flash, her panties were at her ankles. Her unprotected cheeks were now exposed to the elements, and the apartment suddenly seemed to have a cold breeze blowing.

As Keith raised his hand and the first smacks landed on her pale posterior, Natalie gasped in surprise. She couldn't believe how much his hand stung, and it wasn't long before she was squirming over his lap. "It hurts," she whined after a while.

"It's supposed to," he told her. "You asked for this, and now, you're going to get it."

After a hard series of swats to her sit spots that had her squirming even more, she told him, "I've changed my mind! I don't want to do this anymore!"

"So you'd rather be grounded?" he asked her, not pausing a single second in the assault on her backside.

"Ow! Yes, I would! Send me to my room!" she said, grimacing in pain. Her buttocks felt like she'd just sat in a bonfire.

"Well, unfortunately for you, young lady, the choice is no longer up to you. You've earned this spanking, you've even ASKED for it, and I'm going to give it to you."

Tears were rolling down her face now, and she was sobbing loudly, promising to behave FOREVER if he'd just let her off his lap. But Keith continued to spank her, his hand landing firm and unyielding like a paddle as he slowly painted her bottom red.

Finally, when she was convinced that she would never be able to sit again, he stopped the spanking. After letting her calm down a bit, he helped her up and gave her a hug as he rubbed her back, telling her that everything was forgiven. She cried into his shirt, and he just held her in his arms.

He carried her back to her room, placing her face-down on her bed as he let her rest, getting her strength back. Well, he thought as he returned to his book, it hadn't been a pleasant experience, but if it improved her behaviour, he'd definitely do it again. It was far better than having a sulking teenager around the house.