makingthegrade

When Sharon's name was called, she eased out of her desk and
walked down the narrow aisle toward Sister Agatha, deliberately
wiggling her pert bottom, to the giggling delight of her
classmates. Her long-sleeved white shirt, crisply starched and
ironed, strained against her large breasts. Her Navy blue and
white plaid and pleated uniform skirt swirled around her shapely
legs at nearly mid-thigh, an inch or so shorter than the rules
allowed. The required knee socks were a blinding white and her
Navy blue and white saddle shoes, perfectly polished.

When Sharon reached Sister Agatha's desk, she flashed a
dazzling smile, her big blue eyes effortlessly concealing guile.
Sister Agatha looked at Sharon with knowing silence and handed
the report card to her.

     "Thank you, Sister," Sharon said with exaggerated courtesy
before she turned and sashayed up the aisle again.

     "You'd better do something about that hair, Sharon," Sister
Agatha warned, "before I do."

     Sharon's smirk turned to grimace of pique. Her naturally
curly red hair was long and wild. She'd been warned to either
wear it in a tight braid, or cut it short. She could not bear the
idea of either option. Today, she pulled it back and tied it
loosely with a wide, white satin ribbon. The fat curls fell down
across her back. Curls popped out and brushed her forehead,
spirals framed her face and rested on her neck. She slumped into
her chair and glared at the nun who was now looking at, and
criticizing, another student.

     "What'd you get?" whispered Johanna, who sat next to her.
She was a freckle-faced, pixie-haired brunette with brown eyes
that bulged whenever she asked a question. She always asked what
the girls sitting around her "got" on their report cards, hoping
that they would ask her. She always got straight A's but didn't
want to commit the unpardonable sin of pride.

     Sharon shrugged, still angry with Sister Agatha, and
unfolded the report. She stared at it. She turned it over to
look at the name on it. She looked at the grades again. What
had been an A, was now a B. What had been a B was now the first
C she had ever earned and her mouth fell open. Worse yet, what
just six weeks ago had been a B in math, was now a D. She felt a
pin prick her heart. Her stomach churned. She scooted back in her
chair, suddenly aware of how hard the wooden seat was. If she
couldn't figure out a way to get around her father, she knew she
wouldn't be able to sit at all. What am I going to tell Daddy?
she wondered.

     On her sixteenth birthday, her father had finally give her
permission to date. After four months of going out with a
variety of boys, she began to see just one. Rob was six feet
tall, with dark blond, sun streaked hair, deep blue eyes, a
dimple that made her knees turn to jelly and a mouth so
irresistible, it had been described by one of her friends as
kissy lips. Her father had not wanted her to date just one boy.
Sharon had managed to convince him that it was better than going
out with many of them. Rob would get to really know her, respect
her, understand her. He was not like some of the others who were
just trying to score. Her father had relented after getting
Sharon to promise that she would keep her grades up and her skirt
down. To Sharon's utter humiliation, he'd made Rob promise to
keep his hands in his pockets and his tongue in his mouth.
Sharon looked at her report card again. She'd broken one of her
promises. Rob had broken both of his.

At home, Sharon paced in her bedroom and wracked her brain
for a good idea. "Think! Think! Think!" she angrily told
herself while waiting for a scheme to pop into her brain. "You're
going to get spanked" was the only response she heard. It had
been more than a year since the last spanking and she still
hadn't forgotten it. She wrung her hands while her tummy did
flip flops. When she heard her father call out as he opened the
front door, her heart stopped beating for a full second before it
hammered in her chest.

     "Sharon?" her father called. "Where's my little girl?"

     Sharon picked up her report card and held it behind her
back. She walked slowly out of her room, down the stairs to the
doorway of the den, where her father stood in front of a small
end table looking through the mail. She stood quietly watching
him, her knees trembling slightly, while her scheme-making
machine shifted into overdrive.

      In his early forties, Elliott Thomas' brown hair was just
beginning to gray at the temples. He had the lean, strong body of
a runner, apparent in the well-tailored charcoal suit he now
wore. He looked over at his daughter with a smile that reached
his blue eyes.

     Sharon ran to him, threw her arms around him and burst into
tears. She sobbed the news of her report card into his shoulder,
but all he heard were shrieks and squeaks and sniffles.

     "Baby, baby." Elliott held his daughter and patted her
back, his own heart pounding at the sheer number of things that
could be wrong.   "What's the matter? Tell Daddy."

     Sharon pulled away and handed her report card to him. "I
don't know what happened, Daddy. I didn't mean it. I did all my
work. You know I always get good grades," she blurted between
sobs. "Don't spank meeeeee." she wailed and hugged her father
again, her shoulders shaking with the effort of crying.

     Elliott stared in disbelief at his daughter's report card as
he held her. Her grades were not as bad as any of the other
things he thought she might tell him and yet that quickly became
small comfort.

     "Let's just sit down a minute and talk about this, okay?"
Elliott gently suggested. He stepped over to the sofa, sat down
and brought his daughter onto his lap. He put his arms around
her and held her close.

     "Now. Each of your grades has fallen. And math more than
any of the others. I know you struggled with that but, still,
only six weeks ago you had a B in that class. Right?

     Sharon nodded.

     "You did all of your homework?" he asked.

     "Yes, Daddy. I did all of it. Every bit of it. Every
single night," Sharon insisted, looking at her father with teary,
wide-eyed innocence.

     "Did Sister give your homework back to you after it was
graded?"

     "Yes," Sharon admitted, nodding.

     "And did you notice that your grades were slipping?" He
asked.

     "Well, I, uh, yes, but each time I thought that I could do
better," Sharon wrapped her arms around her father.

     "But you didn't. And you didn't tell me and you didn't ask
for help. And that isn't like you, is it?"

     Sharon buried her face in her father's shoulder.

     "Is it?" he asked firmly.

     "No," Sharon peeped.

     "Do you think you were just not paying attention?" he asked.

     "I was, Daddy! Really, I was! I always pay attention. I
listen to everything the nuns say. Honestly! I do," Sharon
insisted.

     "I mean, maybe your ears heard the words, but your mind was
elsewhere. Perhaps somewhere with Rob?"

     Sharon's heart thudded. This was not a direction she wanted
to go.

     "No," she murmured. Without actually lying, she tried to
find a way to say that she never thought about Rob while she was
in school. But there wasn't any.

     "Well, Elliott said, "I think we've found the problem."

     "No, we haven't, Daddy," Sharon insisted. "This has nothing
to do with Rob. I'll just have to try harder." She kissed her
father's cheek. "I promise I'll try harder, Daddy," and she
kissed him again.

     "Honey, you're a junior in high school. In eleven years,
you've never received a grade lower than a B. In six short
weeks, every grade has fallen. And now, suddenly, you have to
try harder?" Elliott asked. "That doesn't make sense."

     "Yes it does," Sharon insisted. "It's just more difficult
now. It's mid-term."

     "Sharon," Elliott said firmly, this has nothing to do with
the difficulty of the work. "Seeing Rob has interfered with your
schoolwork. And we had a deal, didn't we?" Not waiting for an
answer, Elliott continued. "I'm not going to allow you to see
Rob until your next report card comes out."

     "Daddy! No! That's six weeks!" Sharon wailed.

     "I know. And I know it seems like a long time, but ..."

     "It is a long time. And it's not fairrrrr," she whined.
"This is not Rob's fault."

     "I know," Elliott said calmly. "It's yours. You should
have paid attention."

     Sharon burst into fresh tears. "Daddyyyy, how can you do
this? Can't you just spank me?" she asked.

     "I am going to spank you," Elliott said quietly.

     "What?!" Sharon demanded.

     "You promised to keep your grades up. You saw them going
down. You did nothing to improve them," Elliott explained. "If
you were responsible enough to date, you would have put your
schoolwork ahead of Rob when you realized what was happening," he
reasoned. "Now, stand up so I can put you over my knee."

     "No! Daddy, noooo." Sharon pleaded in a small voice.

     "Sharon," Elliott warned, "do I have to use the paddle?"

     "No," Sharon said in a small voice.

     "Get up," Elliott demanded with gentle firmness.

     "Daddy ..." Sharon implored, looking at her father with
tears in her eyes.

     Elliott gave his daughter a little push. "Up. Now."

Sharon pushed herself off of her father's lap, stood up and
scowled as she folded her arms across her chest. Elliott pulled
her down across his knees. He lifted her skirt up to her waist,
surprised to see leopard print bikini panties. Her gave her
pantied bottom a sharp spank.

     "Ow!"

     "I don't know where you got these panties, young lady, but
you'd better get rid of them," Elliott sternly informed his
daughter as he grasped the waistband.

     "No! Daddy, not bare!" Sharon squealed while she threw her
hand back to cover herself.

     Elliott moved his daughter's hand out of the way and pulled
her panties down, uncovering the creamy supple flesh of her plump
bottom.

     "When have I ever spanked you any other way? Unless it's
just to warm you up before I pull your panties down? On your
bare bottom, as usual. You know that," Elliott said as he began
spanking his daughter.

     "But I'm a big girl now, Daddy," Sharon argued, remembering
the last time Rob's hands and traveled over her plump and skirt-
covered cheeks.

     "You're still my little girl."

     Each spank bit Sharon's tender bottom with a sharp sting.
This was not as bad as many of the spankings her father had given
her, but Sharon began screaming and kicking immediately. There
was no point in letting him know it wasn't that bad.

     "Stop carrying on," Elliott said calmly. "I'm not spanking
you hard. I'm only reminding you to pay attention."

     "I am paying attention," Sharon assured him, aware of every
slap of her father's hard hand.

     Elliott smacked the middle of his daughter's bottom with a
prickling sting. He spanked the most padded flesh of each pudgy
cheek once before returning to the middle. The high arch of
Sharon's bottom tingled from the needle-like spanks.

     "Owwww!" Sharon cried, spilling tears onto the sofa.

     Elliott held back a chuckle at his daughter's theatrics
while he spanked the underside of her bottom with brisk, smarting
slaps. His heart melted every time he saw her and he'd let her
get away with her antics more times than he cared to admit.

     Sharon screeched and kicked, her panties inching their way
down her legs to her feet.

     "Owwww!" Sharon shrieked as she kicked. "I'm sorryyyy.
I'll do betterrr," she promised.

     Elliott continued spanking, smacking each cheek one at a
time with quick, prickling spanks.

     "Daddyyyy, that's enough!" Sharon decided. "Stoooop! It's
bad enough I can't see Roooooob!" she shrieked.

     The spanking never burned; it was just a sting that
threatened to ignite with every biting smack. Sharon sobbed and
kicked even as she realized that she'd had harder spankings than
this. Her father usually warmed her up with harder spanks than
he was now giving her.

     "All right, baby," Elliott said, having landed the final
spank. "That's all. Are you going to be a good girl?"

     "Yes, Daddy," Sharon wept.

     Elliott helped his daughter up. She stood and reached down
to pull her panties up.

     "No you don't," Elliott shook his head and pointed to his
daughter's panties. "You take those things off and get rid of
them tonight," he sternly demanded.

     Sharon pushed the leopard print bikini down her legs and
stepped out of them. She picked them up and looked at them.

     "Come here," Elliott beckoned.

     Sharon sat on her father's lap, holding her panties, while
he held her and rocked her.

     "You're a smart girl, Sharon. There's no excuse for low
grades," Elliott told his daughter as he hugged her. "I want you
to go upstairs, call Rob, tell him you won't be seeing him for
the next six weeks and then I want you to do your homework.
Okay?"

     "Yes, Daddy," Sharon agreed even as she began to weep again.

     Elliott hugged his daughter again and kissed her forehead.
"Go on now."

     Sharon got off of her father's lap and walked upstairs to
her bedroom. She reluctantly dropped her pretty panties into her
wastebasket before she reached for the phone.

     "Rob?" Sharon manage to say before bursting into tears.

     "Hey! What's the matter?" he asked, flopping onto his bed.

     Sharon sobbed out the story, while she stood in front of her
dresser.

     "I didn't catch a single word," Rob said, sitting up again.
"Speak clearly."

     "I got my report card," Sharon said, meticulously
pronouncing each word. "My grades fell. My father said I can't
see you until I get my next report card," Sharon said with
exaggerated slowness. "Is that clear enough?"

     "Oh, man." Rob fell silent as he thought. "Do you think
your father would let me help you with your homework?"

     "I don't need your help!" Sharon cried angrily. "If I had
thought about what I was doing instead of you, my grades would be
fine." She looked into the receiver as though she could see
Rob's face.

     Rob laughed. "Can't get me off of your mind, huh?"

     "Shut up!" Sharon's angry expression looked back at her
from the mirror on her dresser.

     "All right, all right. Chill out, " Rob soothed as he
slumped back onto his bed. "What else did he say?"

     "He didn't say anything," Sharon said. She held the phone
with her shoulder and lifted her skirt. She looked into the
mirror at her bare and stinging, red-blotched bottom.

     "What do you mean?" Rob asked.

     "Nothing," Sharon said, rubbing her just-spanked cheeks.

     "Tell me," he insisted

     "He, he ... spanked me," Sharon said, watching her face grow
as red and as hot as her bottom.

     "He spanked you? You still get spanked? Like a little
girl?" Rob smiled, holding back a laugh.

     "Stop it!"

     "Okay, okay." Rob sighed. "So, I guess we won't be seeing
each other for a while."

     "Oh yes, we will," Sharon assured him. She let go of her
skirt and put the phone back into her hand. "We're going to
sneak out," she informed her boyfriend. She encircled her
fingers around the spiraled phone cord and and moved her hand up
and down, the thick vinyl smooth against her palm.

     "No, we're not," Rob said calmly. "If we get caught, your
father will never let me see you again. "We're just going to
have to do the time."

     "'Do the time?!" Sharon repeated angrily, dropping the
cord. "Are you telling me that I don't mean enough to you to
sneak around?" She put her hand on her hip.

     "That's just it. You mean so much to me that I won't risk
not seeing you again."

     "Rob," Sharon wept, "how are we going to live through it?"
She asked, picking up the cord and again stroking it.

     "I don't know," Rob confessed sadly. "We're just going to
have to do it. So, better get those grades up."

     "I'm not going to improve my grades," Sharon stated
indignantly.

"What!?"

     "No. I told my father that my grades had nothing to do with
you and he wouldn't listen. So I'm not going to do anything to
improve them," Sharon decided, twisting the phone cord around her
finger. "When I get my next report card, my grades will be the
same. And that will just prove it has nothing to do with you and
he'll have to let me see you again. Then I'll bring my grades
up. While I'm seeing you." She looked in the mirror and watched
her chin set in determination.

     "You're crazy!" Rob exclaimed. "That's never going to work.
He's never going to let you see me again and he'll spank you," he
warned. "Now I know why he spanks you. If I could see you, I'd
spank you, too, just for having that idea."

     "You are never going to spank me," Sharon said angrily, "and
neither is my father. He thinks my grades went down because of
you. If they don't improve, he can't blame you," she reasoned.
"He'll have to think I'm just having a hard time."

     "You're crazy," Rob repeated. "Just nuts."

     "I know my father and I've gotten around him lots of times
before," Sharon said confidently. "It'll work. You'll see. And
since you don't want to see me now, I'll see you in six weeks."

     "Hey, you know it isn't that ...."

     "Yeah, right, sure, okay, fine, whatever. See you." Sharon
hung up. "If I feel like it," she said aloud.

     Sharon sat down at her desk and began her homework. She
calculated how many wrong answers she would have to get to keep
her current poor grades and then deliberately answered that
number of questions incorrectly.

     Six weeks later, Sharon sauntered up to Sister Agatha to
receive her report card. She had put her red curly hair into
pigtails that hung in a long, thick and untamed array of fat
ringlets and slender spirals on each side of her head. She
beamed her most dazzling smile at the unamused nun, who tossed
the report card to Sharon. Back at her desk, she quickly
unfolded the paper and looked at her grades.

     "Yes!" she exclaimed in an excited whisper.

     "What'd you get?" Johanna asked.

     "I got a D in math!" Sharon enthused, looking at a confused
Johanna.

     In her bedroom, Sharon put on her headphones, turned up the
volume on her stereo, and danced with wild abandon in
celebration. Minutes before her father was due home from work,
Sharon turned off the music and waited for his greeting.

     "Sharon? Daddy's home. Where's my little girl?"

     Sharon trotted down the stairs and into the den, where her
father stood looking through the day's mail. He turned and
smiled at her, holding open his arms. She had prepared a
straight face and walked into his open arms, hugging him tightly.

     "Here's my report card, Daddy," she murmured softly, handing
the paper to her father. "May I see Rob again?"

     Elliott looked at the card, his smile turning to a frown,
which turned to a scowl.

     "Your grades have not improved at all, Elliott said in
stunned disbelief.

     "I know," Sharon admitted sadly. "That just proves that
they have nothing to do with Rob," she quickly brightened.

     A shocked Elliott looked at his daughter's big blue innocent
eyes. He put her report card on the table, took her arm and
brought her over to the sofa. He sat down and quickly pulled her
over his knees.

     "No! Daddy, don't!" Sharon screamed.

     "Did you actually think you were going to get away that?"
Elliott asked, as he lifted his daughter's short uniform skirt up
to her waist.

     "What? Get away with what?" Sharon asked in a panic,
already squirming on her father's lap.

     "Get away with deliberately not bringing up your grades just
so I wouldn't think you had your mind on Rob," he explained as he
began to spank his daughter's pantied bottom.

     "But, Daddy ..." Sharon started, clenching her cheeks.
"Oooh!"

     "But what?" Elliott asked, quickly and heartily spanking
each pantied cheek. "Do you think I was born yesterday?"

     "Ohhh!" Sharon wiggled her bottom, her father's spanks
already beginning to sting. "No! No! What do you meeeeean?!"

     "You didn't even try to bring your grades up, did you?"
Elliott asked, spanking while each plump cheek jiggled in
response.

     "I, owww, uh, ..."

     "Did you?" Elliott questioned angrily.

     "Noooo." Sharon conceded in a small voice.

     Even though he knew what his daughter had done, Elliott was
still jolted by Sharon's admission. He stopped spanking just
long enough to grip the waistband of her baby blue bikini panties
and tug them down almost to her knees.

     Elliott held his daughter's small waist and firmly slapped
her bare bottom with his big palm. He raised his hand high
before spanking each pudgy bottom cheek with a smarting clap.

     "Owwww! Daddyyy! I'm sorryyyy!" Sharon screeched, the
stinging spanks beginning to ignite on her tender flesh.

     "You're sorry you got caught," Elliott said, not convinced
of his daughter's sincerity.

     Elliott smacked the roundest part of his daughter's bottom,
spanking part of one cheek with his fingers, the other with his
palm.

     "Owwww! Nooooo! Owwww!" Sharon's tight panties restrained
her legs from kicking as much as she wanted to. Her bottom
squirmed and bounced in her father's lap at each blazing spank.

     "I can't understand how such an intelligent, honest girl
could have pulled such a stunt," Elliott scolded as he spanked
his daughter's blazing bottom.

     "Ohhhh! Owwww!"

      "You wanted to go out with just one boy and I allowed that.
You let your schoolwork go, even though you promised you would
not," he reminded his teen while he smacked her hot bottom.

     "I'm sorryyyy! Ooooh!"

      "I spanked you once for this already. And instead of doing
the responsible thing, you decided to trick me," he chided. Just
like a little girl. Well, how do you like being treated like a
child?"

     "I dooon't!" Sharon wailed. "Stoooop, Daddyyyy!"

     Elliott spanked at the top of his daughter's creamy white
and supple thighs until her delicate flesh burned a fiery red

     "Owwwww!" Sharon bucked, unable to kick off the tight
panties strangling her legs just above her knees. She pressed
her body into her father's lap and pushed herself back and forth
across his strong legs.

     Elliott took the smarting spanks from Sharon's thighs, up
her scorched bottom, past the chubbiest arch of her cheeks, to
the part just below her small dimples.

     "Daddyyyyy!" Sharon shrieked, her bottom now a blazing red,
the front of her body warm from squirming.

     Elliott spanked with firm, brisk swats back down to the
middle of Sharon's bottom, slapping his hand down again and again
across the division, striking the most cushioned flesh.

     "Owwwww! Sharon screamed and continued to shriek for a
moment after her father had stopped spanking. She lay still,
trying to catch her breath, grateful this ordeal was over. And
then she heard the drawer of the end table open.

     "No! Oh, no! Daddy, no! Please not thaaaaat!" she pleaded.

     Elliott retrieved the wooden paddle from the drawer. "Ten,"
he said.

     "No, Daddy, pleeeease," Sharon begged as she tried to turn
over.

     "Do you want to make it twenty?" Elliott asked.

     Sharon slumped over her father's lap.

     SMACK!

     "Uhhh!" she gasped at the first lick of the paddle. The
sting was still biting when it was replaced by another of equal
force and Sharon began to sob.

     Thwaaack! Craaack! Whaaack!

     "I'll never do it again! Ohhhh! I'll study haaaard! Owwww!
I promiiiise!" Sharon screeched, her legs kicking, her bottom
bouncing.

     Sharon cried until her throat was raw. She arched her back
and raised her head, howling at every smack.

     "I'm sorryyyy!"

     The paddle rose and fell in flat slaps that pricked her
flesh and spread a blazing heat all over Sharon's bottom, even
after the last spank touched her burning chubs.

     Elliott put the paddle down. Sharon lay across his lap,
weeping at the fire raging across her plump cheeks. Her father
rested one hand on his daughter's thighs and lightly stroked her
back with the other, while he looked at her crimson bottom.

     I'm sorry, Daddy," she whimpered.

     Elliott helped her off of his lap. Sharon, still crying,
struggled to pull up her snug little panties. Her father opened
his arms to her and she gingerly sat down on his lap. He held
her tightly while she wept.

     "I'm really sorry, Daddy. "I was wrong. It was a stupid
thing to do."

     Elliott kissed his daughter's forehead. "I know you're
sorry, baby. And I know you'll never do anything like that
again. I'm sure you've learned a good lesson."

     "I did. Really," Sharon said looking earnestly up at her
father, tears still in her eyes. "I actually had to figure out
the math so I would know how to get just enough answers wrong to
keep the same grades."

     Elliott gaped at his daughter, his mouth falling open in
shock. Sharon, realizing what she had said, gasped in surprise.
And then Daddy and his little girl burst into laughter.