[sorry, I forgot; we do not use any additional punishment, right?]


"It's supposed to" Vander grabbed Vi's arm and pinned it behind her back to withold her struggling. "If I was you I would start to apologize now, or at least admitting my wrongs. Because it's up to you how long this whole lecture has to be."

[we thought about adding a few with his belt]

Vi was obviously unhappy that Vander was completely restraining and lecturing her now. "Yeah, maybe we shouldn't have stayed out for so long..." She muttered while her eyes were burning with tears. She didn't want to cry over her adoptive father's lap like a little girl though, so despite her burning bottom the teenager tried her best to hold the tears back.

It was not an apology, to be honest, but Vander was famous for his ablity to compromise. "Yeah, maybe you shouldn't. And should have told me about going out, at least. You won't do it again, will you?" he asked a bit softer, putting the brush aside and lightly rubbing the girl's hot behind to soothen the pain.

Vi flinched at the gentle touch, she was pretty sore and Vander's palm was not exactly smooth. "Yeah... maybe we should have... pretty sure it won't happen again..."

"Very well." Vander sighed and put hsi hand off her butt, at teh same time softening the hold on the teen's arm. "I'd finish here, but earlier you decided to be a smart mouth and fight ahainst me in every opportunity. So, we are not done yet. I want you to get up, grab the bar counter and keep your ass sticking out. You get your extras like a responsible adult you seek to be, and we are done. deal?" He let Vi go.

Vi actually paled, her eyes were already burning with tears and she'd get extras? No way, if Vander uses his belt or something similar on her sore butt she'd cry like a baby. "But... but..." The teenager tried to argue while the older man helped her up. She rubbed her cheeks and winced at how sore there was. "Seriously Vander? Come on, I'm sore and you know it..."

"And if you gave yourself time to think, you would know it as well before you decided to open your mouth. After numerous warnings" the man pointed out strictly. "Listen, Vi, you have a good heart, but you don't like to use your head. And one day it will cost you much more then the literal pain in the ass. You've earned it by yourself, now the question is - are you going to take it like an adult, or be forced like a kicking sorry baby?"

"Like an adult..." Vi muttered quietly and blushed. After all the talk of being an adult she couldn't back out. "I'll take it like an adult..." The teenager hesitantly bent over the bar counter but kept her hands in place as if she was trying to protect both her cheeks and sit-spots. "This is gonna hurt like a bitch, ain't it..."

"One more cuss, and I'm adding you some smacks" Vander warned, unduing his heavym wide leather belt. And put away your hands. Grab the counter firmly. I do not want t hit your fingers by accident, girl."

Vi wanted to cuss again, but for once she was using her brain and decided against it. So she removed her hands from her butt and instead grabbed the counter as tightly as possible. "Does it really have to be the belt? That fuc-... that hurts so much..."