Chapter 20 #2
By the time Del pulled up in front of the house, she was snoring softly.
Parking, he went around to her side and unlocked the door.
It took a few attempts before he could get her upright enough to put her back over his shoulder, but he finally managed it and walked up the walk, onto the wide porch and rang the bell.
Bridget’s father opened the door and Del walked in.
“Good evening, Sir. Which room is Bridget’s?” Del asked as if this were a common occurrence. He tried to keep her costume covered with his coat, at least all the important parts.
“Upstairs, third door on the left,” Sean answered with a deep sigh.
“I’ll just take her up then, Sir,” Del said simply.
Upstairs he entered her room and laid her on the bed.
Removing his coat from around her, he untied her black ankle boots and dropped them on the floor.
Del unbuckled her belt and tossed it away before reaching under her to pull down the comforter.
The moment he covered her up she sighed and kicked the covers back off, turning on her side, her right knee raised.
Del stared thoughtfully at her ruffled panties, golden hair and sweet face.
How she could look so angelic and be such a hoyden he would never know.
After several moments he came to a decision and covered her back up before he left the room.
Downstairs he slipped on his coat as he turned to her father.
“I’ll be back first thing in the morning, Sir, if that’s all right?”
“Of course, lad, you’re always welcome here. Is there somethin’ in particular you’re comin’ for?”
“Yes,” Del answered firmly. “I believe it’s time to make a commitment, Sir,” Del continued looking resolutely into the older man’s eyes.
Sean grinned and slapped Del heartily on the back.
“That’s fine, son, just fine. Her Ma and I will just slip out for coffee and donuts when we see you pull up, give you kids a little privacy. The front door will be unlocked, son.”
“Thank you, Sir; that will be fine. I appreciate your understanding.”
“Son, I don’t know where my daughter was tonight. I’m sure she wasn’t with you, but I want to thank you for bringin’ her home,” Sean said
“You’re welcome, Sir,” Del replied heading out the door. “I don’t think you’ll have to worry about this type of thing after tomorrow, at least I hope not.”
“Me too, lad, me too,” Sean said as he closed and locked the door.
* * *
The spanking Del gave Bridget the next morning was one for the history books. She was half asleep when he sat on her bed and dragged her over his lap. With absolutely no preamble or warning he pulled down her panties and lit into her as if he’d been blistering bad girl butts all of his life.
Stopping frequently to lecture her, he told her in no uncertain terms what she could expect in the future if she failed to behave properly.
There would be no more drunken binges, no vulgar language and no unladylike attire, unless they were alone, in which case she could wear whatever she wanted, or nothing at all if she so chose.
He would be closely watching her grades from this point on and she’d better be attending classes when she was supposed to.
Del paused and shook his aching hand, while Bridget howled like a scalded cat, promising retribution.
She would have her brother arrest him.
She would have him disbarred or dismembered, whichever was more painful.
She would find out where his parents were staying abroad and send them a telegram or better yet an email with a picture of what their son had done to her ass.
She would key his car, writing the word ‘spanker’ across the trunk so other girls would be warned.
She would …
Del grinned and resumed roasting her butt, the pain in his hand be damned. His analytical mind remembered everything he had been told or read regarding how to administer a proper punishment spanking and Del never did anything half-assed.
He carefully watched her small bottom become redder and hotter, and enjoyed every minute of it.
As far as he was concerned, Bridget had had this coming for a long time.
Last night was the final straw. Anything could have happened to her and she was getting off lightly with only a spanking.
Yes, things could have turned out much, much worse.
Bridget continued to scream obscenities and threats, which only made him more determined.
She would take out an ad in the newspaper so the entire world would know what he’d done.
She would hire an airplane and have it written in the sky that Delbert Bertram Winston IV was an asshole who spanked unsuspecting girls, while pretending to be a mild-mannered geek.
It was all Del could do not to laugh out loud. She was such a little twit.
Bridget was tiring. All the kicking and screaming was exhausting and the pain in her ass exceeded anything she’d ever imagined.
It was quickly becoming unbearable and she gathered what strength she could muster, fighting the tears, refusing to give Del the satisfaction of making her cry.
When his hard hand moved to the tops of her thighs, catching the tender area below her bottom, she shrieked.
She would slip him a mickey and when he was unable to defend himself, she would parade him up and down the street stark naked.
She would … She would …
She would be good.
She would behave.
She would wash her own mouth out with soap if she swore.
She would burn all her short skirts.
She would never cut class again.
She would stop drinking.
She would do anything … anything … if only he would stop.
Finally, she collapsed over his lap, sobbing her heart out, limp as a wet noodle.
Del gave her twenty more hard smacks to let her know that he decided when to stop spanking her, and she could not get out of it just by promising to behave.
Gently he rubbed her back keeping her firmly over his knees. When her sobbing had turned to hiccups and sighs, he picked her up and stood, standing her on her wobbly legs. Taking his handkerchief from his pocket, he wiped the tears and snot off her face and smiled.
Bridget was a wreck, just as she should be if he did the job right, according to his research.
Her bottom was red, hot and swollen. Her beautiful green eyes were red and water-logged.
Her bottom lip quivered when she reached back and felt her bottom.
Satisfied, Del pulled her into his arms and kissed her with more passion than he’d ever thought possible.
“Here’s the deal, Bridget,” he told her, taking hold of her shoulders.
“When my parents return from their trip, I will be taking you to meet them and announce our engagement.
The wedding will be within the year. I find I love you too much to wait longer.
I will deal with any future issues we may have in precisely this manner and you need to know that.
You are by far too precious to me to allow you to continue in your self-destructive pattern.
“I will be back at four o’clock this afternoon. At that time, I will expect you to give me your answer. If you should choose not to marry me and accept my guidance, I will leave after the wedding and we will have no further contact.
“The choice is yours, my love. I find I can no longer be just your friend. I will be your husband and lover or nothing.” Kissing her softly, Del gathered his coat and walked out of her bedroom.