Jacinta

[Platinum]

JACINTA
PART ONE

1.

"No, Daddy, please no! Not another a spanking!!"

Robert Jackson was sick of Jacinta's backtalk. All he wanted was a little respect and consideration, a place to relax at the end of a day's honest labor. Instead, he'd received nothing but snide remarks, passive misconduct and blatant contempt. Worse still, the girl had outright refused to perform her allotted chores, despite repeated warnings – spent most of her time parked in front of the idiot box and smarting off to her Mother whenever the opportunity arose.

Well, Rob had finally reached the end of his leash. 'Cinta's behavior would have tested the patience of a saint, and they were way past the point of no return. It was time for some affirmative action, so to speak. If reasoned discourse wasn't having the desired effect, there was always the alternative, wasn't there?

Let's see if a good, long spanking over his knee wouldn't adjust her little attitude problem.

'Cinta had known she was in serious trouble the moment he'd called her to the living room. Looming over her like a granite sculpture, he'd laid down the law in no uncertain terms, eyes narrowed with parental wrath. His tone had left little doubt as to the outcome of this particular lecture: while half-expecting the inevitable conclusion, she'd been hoping he wouldn't go quite that far. There were very few things she feared as much as a trip over her Step-Father's knee.

"No, Daddy, pease don't, I'm really sorry," 'Cinta wailed in open fear, "I'll be really good from now on, I promise!" Rob ignored her pleas with a kind of slow-burning disdain, inclining his head towards the staircase.

"Up to your room right now," he replied in a gravel voice, "I'll be along in a few minutes; you know what to do."

"Daddy, please –"

"NOW!!"

Jacinta scrambled up the stairs in tears, having failed to overturn her sentence. There would be no clemency, no lenience, no last second pardon. She was going to be spanked like an errant child. It wasn't fair, it wasn't right, and there was absolutely nothing she could do about it.

Stepping through the open doorway, Jacinta glanced around her bedroom in rising panic. She had to get ready, prepare for her swiftly-approaching punishment. The first order of business was to drag the heavy, post-and-rail chair to the middle of her bedroom. It had to be placed facing the bay windows, from where her spanking would be visible to half the neighborhood.

Having hauled The Spanking Chair to its venerated position, Jacinta moved onto her next task. It was time to disrobe, shed her jeans and t-shirt in preparation for her punishment. By the time her step-daddy arrived, she had to be waiting submissively in her bare knickers. This was an integral part of her ritual humiliation: even though she was now ••••teen, Rob still bared her bottom whenever he gave her a spanking.

Whimpering under her breath, 'Cinta scampered around the room, setting the furniture in order and climbing frantically out of her clothes. Her head spun in near-hysteria, her tummy swarmed with butterflies. Time was running out, and her Daddy was probably already on his way up. She cast a frightened look about her room, making sure that everything was in its place. He'd be here any minute, and she couldn't afford to be so much as two seconds late. Unfortunately, the clock seemed be running fast today.

'Cinta's heart practically leapt into her throat as she heard her Father's footsteps ascending the stairs.

2.

Rob entered the room a few moments later, his jaw set in lines of grim determination. Jacinta immediately renewed her appeals for leniency, suggesting numerous alternatives to traditional punishment – grounding, extra chores, loss of privileges, even corner-time. Needless to say, it was all for naught; Robert Jackson was not a man to be trifled with. Judgment had already been pronounced, justice would be served without delay.

Scowling, Rob seated himself in the chair and ordered her to finish her preparations. At the same time he started to roll up his right shirt sleeve, forearm rippling with thick, corded tendons. At the sight of these manly exertions, 'Cinta's self-control faltered completely, as she knew precisely what came next.

"Please, Daddy, nooo," she implored, nonetheless following his curt instructions to the letter. The moment had arrived, it was time to BARE her BOTTOM. Weeping in utter misery, she begged him to let her keep her underwear on, to spank her over her panties.

"Please don't make me take them down, nooo, please Daddy!!" Her desperate appeals were met with Rob's bald-faced threat to make it much worse if she didn't get those panties down right now!

Voicing a tiny sob, Jacinta faced away from him, slipping her fingers through the waistband of her cotton underpants. Tugging them slowly down in back, her lush, ripe bottom-cheeks came gradually into view. She was trying to get away with a partial baring, lowering her pants just a few inches in the back. Needless to say, Rob had already stood for more than enough. Face darkening with anger, he told her to GET – THOSE – PANTS – DOWN!

Groaning in abject humiliation, 'Cinta peeled the sheer cotton fabric down to her ankles, her sleek, naked bottomtops jostling back and forth as stepped out of her underpants. She wept in undisguised shame, tears glistening on her cheeks like liquid diamonds. She hated being treated like a little girl; it was degrading beyond all description.

3.

"All right, then – turn around."

Moaning lightly under her breath, Jacinta obeyed his command in tear-soaked silence. She was literally blushing from crown to heel, standing there with practically everything on show while her step-daddy subjected her to yet another one of his patented pre-spanking lectures.

Eyes downcast in utter misery, 'Cinta covered herself in front with both hands, feeling a cold rush of gooseflesh over her tummy, thighs and shoulders. Needless to say, this child-like attempt to preserve her modesty was completely futile. Rob instructed her to hold her hands behind her back, leaving her nubile young body on open exhibition. This tableau continued for the next five minutes while Rob concluded his extended harangue with a detailed list of her recent misdemeanors.

And then it was time to go over his knee.

Gripping her tightly by the wrist, Rob guided the whimpering girl across his lap until her hair was sweeping the carpet. Her smooth, white buttocks were thrust rudely upward, practically staring him square in the face. Sobbing in wordless disgrace, 'Cinta lay jack-knifed over his paired thighs with her toes hovering above the floor on the other side. Her flawlessly curved cheeks clenched back and forth in mute expectation.

With her spanking only moments away, Jacinta's sense of humiliation was literally beyond description. She wept in hopeless resignation, softly begging for mercy and whispering "please," "don't," "daddy" and "no" under her breath. All to no avail; time finally had run out. Jacinta tensed her entire body, knowing how hard her Daddy spanked.

"Please, Daddy, no!" she cried as that wide, determined palm swept down across her naked cheeks.

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[Somebody]

Curious, you bleeped out her age yet had no problem in "The Girl in the Tree."
Were these perhaps posted elsewhere before, different places with different idiotic policies?

[Platinum]

>Were these perhaps posted elsewhere before, different places with different policies?

That's right. I've also found that people have extremely strong feelings about spanking, even when the scenario is entirely fictional.

[Somebody]

Ahhh, understandable then. Having to go through and undo all of that, just because now you can, might be more work than it's worth.