By the time the two returned, Scott and Michael were awake and dressed. The family sat on the deck to talk. Scott promptly pulled the girl onto his lap, holding her close despite her whining about the heat.
“How are you doing today, Mike?” his father asked, watching as his daughter struggled to escape Scott’s clutches. She bit his hand lightly before he finally let go.
“Better than Scott is. Hurt?” Michael grinned as his sister scurried out of Scott’s reach to hide behind her father.
“The little Gremlin bit me!”
“You should know not to trap a wild animal. Or hold it too tightly,” Dr. Quimby grinned, looking at the man’s hand “She didn’t even break the skin. Get over it.”
“Bite me.” Scott grumbled.
His friend laughed. “Why? So you have something more to complain about? Samantha? Apologize to your uncle.”
“Uncle Scott, I’m sorry I had to bite you to make you let me go. I’m too hot to be held.”
“I just wanted cuddles,” the man sulked.
Dr. Quimby slapped his leg. “You old bear. You can get your cuddles after we go back inside. Plans for this weekend?”
“None for me,” Scott grumbled.
“I was thinking about going downtown, but it’s too hot,” Michael said, “How about a picnic?”
“What if we just stay home in the air conditioning for once? Or hang out down at the beach like normal people?” Sam asked, kissing her moping uncle on the cheek before wrapping her arms around his neck from behind.
“That sounds good to me. It is miserable out here. Let’s go inside,” Dr. Quimby said. He pointed to the living room to reconvene. “Ok, now let’s talk about yesterday. Samantha and I had a long talk this morning and my opinion is that once she left the facility, there was a situation that left her unable to respond to our calls. There was no reason to anticipate danger and she is permitted to swim with Ton. My issue is the temper tantrum and kicking her brother. Comments?”
“I was thinking about what you said and it’s partially my fault for provoking her. Sorry, sis.”
“I’m sorry too. I shouldn’t have kicked you and I need to start seeing things from your point of view too, not just my own.”
“It might be a good idea to do some studies on the integration, if you want. Maybe we can learn what we are dealing with,” Michael rescinded his previous decision.
“Ok, that would be great. Thanks,” Sam smiled, joining him in a hug.
Satisfied, Dr. Quimby nodded. “That’s settled. As for you taking off like that after throwing that little tantrum, I think you and I need to have a little time together. Yes?”
“Yes, Sir, Daddy,” Sam answered sadly as she faced the floor.
He nodded, excusing himself, and held his hand out for his daughter to take. Without a word, the man led the girl into his bedroom at the back of the house, closing the door behind him. His hand on her back, he took her over to the lounger in the corner of the room that overlooked the manicured grounds and tall trees. Sitting down, he held her hands. “You know I don’t like doing this, right?”
“Yes, Sir, I’m really sorry. I have a short fuse.”
“Like your uncle, I know. But even he’s had to learn when to control it. He’s not always been successful, and he’s paid the price for it.”
“I wish I could be more like you and Michael.”
“You are who you are, baby. Right now, you are a little girl who is about to get a sound spanking for acting like a spoiled brat.” He reached out to draw her closer to him and gripped her forearm above the wrist as he guided her gently across his lap. He shifted her by the hips until her shapely rear was in the best position to offer him a clear shot. Once she was settled into place, Dr. Quimby pulled her shorts and panties clear down to her ankles.
She pleaded hopelessly. “No, please, Daddy. Don't. I’m really sorry. I am. I promise I’ll watch myself. I will.” The father was pleased that, despite her weak protests, she had submitted herself completely to his authority and offered no struggling, kicking, or rebelliousness as she lay over his knee with her taunt cheeks staring straight up at the ceiling. Sam held her breath in dreadful anticipation, harboring no illusions regarding the degree in which this spanking was going to distress her. Seconds felt like hours as she waited for the first scalding blow to descend.
Dr. Quimby’s wide, burning palm covered the girl's entire bottom in a flurry of branding lashes. His long, steely fingers managed to leave dark, pink welts in places usually left untouched by the paddle or hairbrush, and Sam writhed and wriggled to avoid contact to the same area. He toasted her bottom in a foray of swats,from the top of her cleft all the way down to the middle of her thighs, spanking both sides in rapid succession as he concentrated on the soft, silky flesh belonging to the lower half of each cheek. He then worked his way down her slender thighs, scorching the soft flesh with his solid, heavy hand while Sam shrieked at the top of her lungs. By the end of five minutes, her backside was a startling, glowing crimson.
“I’m sorry, Daddy. Ow! I’m so sorry!” she yipped as his hand continued to land squarely across her round cheeks, repeatedly finding its preferred sections of her bottom, sit spots and upper thighs. After thoroughly reddening every inch and bringing the girl to a place of weeping, the man was convinced that the lesson had been learned. The spanking stopped and he rested his warm hand on the hot, throbbing globes before reaching down to pull the shorts back up to cover her bottom. He pulled his youngest into his arms to comfort her and reinforce his love.
"It hurts, it hurts ..." Sam cried softly into his muscular chest as he rocked her.
"I should say it would," Dr. Quimby responded serenely. He said nothing more as she continued to cry softly, holding her gently as she fought to catch her breath. “I love you, baby. Watch the temper, okay?”
“I’ll try. I love you, too. Daddy?”
“What, honey?” he asked, wiping her face with a tissue.
“Is Michael going to spank me for kicking him?” she suddenly sounded so young.
His heart ached. “I think I took care of that. Sweetheart,” he looked at her closely. “Your brother is fair to you. He always has been. I trust him to do what’s right and you need to trust him as well. I don’t see him taking advantage of being permitted to discipline you, do you?”
“No Sir. It just seems he likes doing it sometimes. He gets this sadistic little glint in his eye that tells me I’m dead meat. Kind of like Uncle Scott.”
“Oh Lord, help me. I have two of them,” Dr. Quimby rolled his eyes, somewhat amused. He knew about his best friend’s preferences. It seemed that his son was following suit. Oh well, he trusted both. “All I can tell you is this. Uncle Scott raised your mom and treated her the same exact way that your brother treats you.”
“You mean he spanked her?” she did not sound surprised. She would never have expected her uncle to put up with any type of misbehavior from any female, especially one as close to him as her mother had been.
“Constantly. And he didn’t care if I was there or not. She was always into something and had that big mouth running on overtime, too. She always wanted the last word. He loved your mom with all his heart and, ever though he was very strict, he never mistreated her. Michael and you are their mirror image. She turned out to be an incredible, strong woman who gave me two beautiful kids. You are just like her.”
“Didn’t it upset her for him to be so bossy?”
“Only that she got caught. She told me one day that even though she hated it, she was glad Scott cared enough to show her the attention and effort it took to discipline her. She said that without it, she would have felt abandoned and without any stability. After her folks died, she needed the physical connection. And Scott was very firm with her, but also very loving. The same way he is with you. Now let’s get downstairs.”
”May I stay up here a little while, please?”
“Sure. Come down when you’re ready. You know,” he turned to her as
she entered her bed room, “I’m really amazed by how often you still get into things. You must have broken a world record by now.”
“Another talent of mine, I’m afraid,” she smiled back shyly.
He hugged her. “Don’t ever change. I love you the way you are. Let’s think of a night dive tonight if it’s still hot, okay?”
“Ok. Thanks, Daddy.”
Sam came down about an hour later to find her family sitting and watching TV. She pounced on Michael’s stomach as he lounged on the couch, knocking his breath out.
“Ooof, watch out,” he puffed.
She straddled him, holding his wrists down. “Got you,” she grinned.
He made a face, not trying to escape her weak hold. “Yeah, so you do. What of it?”
“Come take a walk with me. Please?”
“I thought you were hot.”
“I am, but I’m also bored. Pretty please?” she batted her long lashes at him.
Sighing, he sat up, knocking her off of him with one arm. “Fine, we’ll be back in a little while,” he informed his grinning parents while hauling his sister off the floor and tossing her over his shoulder. Dr. Quimby and Scott laughed as she screamed to be put down while going out the front door.
“That never gets old. Remember the first time he carried her like that?” Scott roared laughing.
“Yeah, he was seven, already tall and she refused to go to the park with us. She bit him and got a smack on the backside. Speaking of which, are you aware that your nephew seems to be following in your footsteps, you kinky, old bastard?”
***
Once outside, Michael set his sister down, holding her away from him with one hand on her forehead. “Let me know when you want to stop trying to hit me,” he requested as his eyebrows rose. She put her arm down and he released her before taking her small hand in his. “What do you need to talk about?” he asked as they walked under the large trees, staying in the shady areas.
“Daddy spanked me for kicking you and taking off yesterday. I wanted to make sure you weren’t planning a repeat.”
“I wasn’t planning on it, unless you feel you need it. You know I’m more than happy to oblige,” he shrugged. “The problem is that you aren’t afraid of me like you are of them. While my spanking you might relieve your guilt, it’s not enough to make you dread any time with me,” he commented softly. “Am I right?”
“You’re always right. I hate that. You’re like the best and worst of Daddy and Uncle Scott,” his sister confirmed quietly.
“So are you. You have Scott’s tenacity and Dad’s empathy. The difference is that physically, I hit the jack pot. You, however, are a temperamental shrimp from mom’s side with the red head pride from Dad’s,” her brother smiled, tugging her hair.
She shrugged. “At least I’m cute. And it’s not bad being small as a girl. People underestimate my abilities, so it gives me an advantage.”
“I would never underestimate you. I just don’t know how far to go with you. Part of me wants to let Dad and Scott deal with you, the other part of me wants to handle you myself. That desire is growing stronger since I was given the okay to take control,” he admitted. “I need to know what you want regarding my authority over you.”
“Me? I don’t get it.”
“Tell me the truth. We don’t have secrets from each other. How do you want things to go with us?”
“Part of me wants to get away with everything I can. The other part wants the boundaries and rules.”
“We all want that. Go deeper into yourself. How important are these things to you?”
“I don’t like the direction of this discussion, Michael. I don’t think it will fare well for me,” she grumbled, watching the ground as they walked, “I feel safer when I have strict ground rules and strongly set boundaries. But I also need my freedom to explore beyond them. I hated it when Daddy started spanking me again, but I also feel closer to him than I’ve been in a long time. It reconnected us. He’s an active part of my life again, for good and bad.”
“And what about Scott?”
“He’s always been strict with me. I’ve never once questioned where he stood on things. I knew what direction he would take if I pushed him. That’s probably why he and I have always been so close.”
“So how did his consistency make you feel?”
“I never had to guess with him. It terrified me if I did something wrong, but I also knew I could depend on him if I needed help and knew exactly how he would respond.”
“Now Dad is in that position again, you need consistency and stability. We all do. I feel the same about them, only I’m not worried about my butt. I worry about losing their trust and respect. Their disappointment in me when I screw up eats at me.”
“How do you know when you’re forgiven, then?” she asked in a small voice.
He squeezed her hand. “I have to believe them when they say it. I don’t always feel forgiven right away, probably because I haven’t forgiven myself. But back to us. How strong of a role do you feel I need to take to make you feel protected and cared for?”
“I’m not sure. I really miss having my big brother as a friend and my playmate.”
“But?”
“But I also need his strength and direction as I’m getting involved in scarier things.”
“So you need me to continue to designate and reinforce boundaries to feel safe?”
“I guess so. Yes.”
Michael thought for a moment. He needed to clearly explain his place to her. “We’re going to have to come to an understanding then, little sister. We need to decide when and where you feel the need to submit to my authority, and the consequences of failing to do so. Yes?”
“Yes, Michael.”
“Sit down and look at me,” he said, his bright blue eyes meeting her darker ones. “I don’t have to tell you how much I love you or what you mean to me. What I do need to tell you, though, is I can’t keep going on being afraid of you harming yourself because you don’t think ahead. It’s hurting me to the point that I am really questioning my desire to work with you anymore.”
“Oh no, Mike,” she cried, tears falling.
He held up his hand. “Calm down. I’m just telling you how I’m feeling. Nothing is going to change with our working together, okay? However, I absolutely insist on having your support in the lab. That means, simply, I’m your boss. You must follow the rules like everyone else. The only difference is that I will deal with you differently than the others should you chose not to mind me. Questions?”
“Does that mean no more fighting?”
“Hell, no! We need to brainstorm. You are a scientist and I need to start giving you more credit. That’s an area I need to grow in. What I am talking about is the tantrums. No more taking off without my okay. If you need to swim, you must come and talk to me. If I tell you no, then that’s final. I’m tired of arguing with you. It’s exhausting.”
“I’ll try.”
“Please do. Are you sure you really want this?” he eyes her carefully. She nodded. He continued. “Good. I think it will benefit both of us. My authority will be in the lab and the field. Nothing more. At home, you are under Dad and Scott. There is no reason for them to be involved in our work situation unless you go beyond my lab, okay? However, if you give me a need to call them, like yesterday, I won’t do anything to protect you. You will still need to deal with me. So far, so good?”
“Yes, Michael.”
“Excellent. Now, one more thing. Your guilt. I will leave that up to you. Like I said, I have no problem in helping you relieve it, however you can’t always depend on me being able to remove it. There will be times when you need to come to terms by yourself.”
“Ok.”
He patted her knee. She looked up at him. He smiled. “I know it feels weird, but the truth is you need to be able to submit as deeply as I need to be able to dominant. It’s natural for us, so don’t be ashamed of it. Just be aware that it’s not a game and the consequences
are very real. I will be asking Uncle Scott to get me a ruler like his to keep in my desk at work. I will be using it often, I’m sure.”
“Mike, you don’t need—”
“What?”
“Yes, Michael.”
“Good girl. Here,” he handed her his pocket knife. She took it, confused. He pointed to a willow tree near some boulders. “Go cut me a switch. 2-3 feet long, straight and smooth. Go on,” he ordered gently. Stunned, she stared at him before going to obey. She handed it to him, trying not to shake. Michael smoothed some knobs, swishing it in the air. “Scott switched me one time when I was around 12 or 13. It was memorable and I felt it for days. I lied to him about something stupid. I don’t think I ever lied to him again after that. Stand against that boulder and lean over it. There you go,” he ordered firmly with his hand on the small of her back.
“This will be the last time I discipline you with clothing on. The only reason I’m an allowing this is because I don’t want risk breaking skin with the switch, especially since I’m sure you are still sore after that spanking from Dad. I promise you, though, you will feel it.”
She shuddered as his voice took on a deadly timbre. She heard the swish and then felt the sharp bite like a dozen bees light across her tender backside. She shrieked, completely unprepared for the strike. He pressed her back down. “Don’t move or I might miss and get the back of your thighs. You don’t have any protection with those shorts,” he said patiently. He sounded so much like Scott at that moment that her stomach started turning. She realized that he was dead set on making her learn to fear his displeasure as much as she did her parents. The switch struck twice more, and she howled, dancing around to escape as she clutched her stinging bottom. Michael shook his head, pointing to the rock.
“I have all day, little one. We’ll stay here until this lesson is learned. Obedience. Stay still for the next five and we will be done. Move and we start over at one.”
Sam moaned. Another one of Scott’s techniques. She hated to admit but they were effective. Unfortunately, her ability to withstand the unbearable nip of the switch was low. At three, she began to dance around again, again grabbing her affronted cheeks. Michael shook his head, tsking as he checked the condition of the switch. No breakage yet. He knew he wasn’t striking her particularly hard. Then again, he didn’t need to. The implement did all the work.
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