Humble Pie For Cathy McCain
By Yu May and Anonymous
Chapter 2
Cathy awoke with a start as she felt a twinge from her bottom. With a constrained yelp, she lifted her head from her pillow, and saw that it was pitch black in her room. Reaching behind her, Cathy clasped her buttocks with both hands. Sure enough, she really had been spanked. So it hadn’t been a nightmare.
As she considered what was in store for her this week, Cathy seethed. “Unbelievable! He can’t spank me again! It’s–illegal, maybe?”
Then, Cathy remembered nuzzling close to him in his lap, and her apologies, feeling her cheeks burning to match her butt-cheeks. “I guess I was being a pill…”
Reaching her hands under her pajama pants, Cathy felt her buttocks. It was no longer hot to the touch, and apart from the occasional tingle, the nagging burning sensation had already faded. Cathy bit her lip. “Okay, so maybe I got one spanking, but that’s it. I’m freakin’ eighteen-years-old now. Tomorrow morning, I’ll tell Daddy I’m sorry about the bullying thing, but that he can’t spank me ever again. After all, I’m a grown woman. Spanking is just too–um–patriarchal?”
She wasn’t quite sure what the word “patriarchy” meant, but she knew it was something bad for women. Licking her lips, Cathy squeezed her bottom. “Yeah! I’ll show him! Starting first thing tomorrow morning…and I won’t be in a hurry to get up, either.”
At that exact moment, her alarm clock rang, and Cathy jolted. “Eep! Frickin’ frack!”
Cathy snatched up the clock and peered at the red light numbers. “Six o’clock in the morning? Screw that, I don’t have school any more.”
With a dainty flick of her finger, Cathy shut off her alarm, and snuggled up under her covers.
…
Luis McCain opened the door of his daughter’s bedroom, strolled to the window, and thrust open the curtains. "Wake up, young lady. Go downstairs and go to the kitchen to prepare breakfast."
As the first ray of daybreak finished its 43 million mile journey to land right across her face, Cathy squinted and rubbed her eyes.. "Mwah? But I've got no school!"
"I already told you that you were going to do all the housework, starting this morning. Go down and make breakfast."
Groaning, Cathy rolled over to press her face into her pillow, lifting her bottom up behind her as she tucked her knees against her chest. “"Okay, okay, I’ll get to it! Just…give me a few minutes to wake up first!"
"Apparently you need a reminder of our discussion. I'm only going to give you an order once, young lady. No more warnings." Luis pulled aside the blanket.
Before Cathy could react, he pressed his left hand down against the small of her back, and yanked down her pajama pants to just below her bottom with his right hand, revealing her panties which were decorated with a picture of a fire alarm and the block letters, “In Case of Emergency, Pull Down!”
As Cathy started fully awake, she twisted to look behind her. "Ah! Okay! Okay! I'm awake!"
Then Luis pinched the waistband of Cathy’s panties, and yanked them upward, just enough to expose her lower cheeks. As Cathy felt her panties being tugged up snug against her crotch, she choked. “Ack! No! No more spankings! I’m a big–”
Luis cut her off by landing his hefty palm square across her lower buttocks, producing a dense, reverberating wallop. As her argument died in her throat, Cathy gagged. “Gah-huh!”
Cathy’s bare feet danced against her mattress, but her father’s hand kept her pinned uncomfortably in place, with her knees still pressed close to her chest, and her supine behind poking high in the air. Luis delivered the next eight spanks more quickly, alternating between Cathy’s left and right butt cheek, and finished with a tenth and final spank across the center of Cathy’s ass. Already, the mottled pink color of the marks from yesterday’s spanking had regained some of their former reddish hue.
Then, Luis picked Cathy up by her waist, and set her down on her feet in front of him. "Down stairs, now!"
Standing stiffly, Cathy half shuffled and half printed to her door, as her pajama pants flopped down to her ankles. “Yes, sir!”
As soon as she was out of sight in the hall, Cathy glanced down, and bent over to pull up her pajama pants.
Luis took a steady, calming breath. As he glanced down at Cathy’s floor, he saw the unwashed sock and panties she had dropped yesterday in her rush to do the laundry. He made a mental note to add that to her list of chores.
In the kitchen, Kathy paused to examine her bare feet, then took a quick detour to the front door to don a pair of her pink Prada slippers.
Then she hurried to the kitchen and slapped some bacon onto a plastic plate for the microwave, and popped some frozen waffles in the toaster. It was the only breakfast she knew how to make for herself.
Luis appeared at the bottom of the stairs, and spotted her at work. “No, Cathy, I didn’t give you permission to pull your pants back up. I want to see your jammies right where I left them, across your ankles. ”
Cathy hunched her shoulders, and twisted to face her father, clutching the counter behind her. “You…can’t…” She was going to say, “You can’t do this to me!” but at the last second, she changed her mind. “‘...you can’t be serious! Can’t I just keep them on? Pretty please, Daddy?”
Luis crossed his arms. “No. Obey, or your panties are next. Drop ‘em.”
Cathy tucked both her thumbs into the waist band of her pajama pants and slid them down to her ankles. Luis stared at Cathy as she played with the hem of her pajama shirt, tugging it down tight across her hips to hide her panties from view. But as she felt her father’s eyes boring into her, Cathy slowly, submissively, raised her hands up behind her head, desperately trying to ignore how her shirt now rode high to reveal her panties. She felt like she was wearing the world’s shortest mini-skirt. Satisfied, Luis turned and strode to the dining room table.
Cathy sighed with relief. Then, the waffles popped up behind her, and she jumped. Cathy examined the waffles, realized they were still half frozen, and flipped them back into the toaster. She took a shaky breath, her eyes blazing. “Fine, you want breakfast? I’ll give you an edible breakfast!”
Crossing her arms, Cathy watched the bacon sizzling in the microwave. “Just don’t expect five-star service!”
The microwave dinged, and Cathy saw the bacon had barely started to cook, every piece was still pink. Then, she smelled something burning, and the toaster popped up, revealing blackened waffles. She’d forgotten to check them. Cathy smiled as she flopped the over-done waffles down next to the under-done bacon. “Whatever.”
Luis was seated at the head of the table, his briefcase resting next to his chair. Cathy stomped up behind him and half-tossed the plate in front of him. A floppy strip of bacon flew off the side of the plate, and lay sadly on the table. Cathy stared at her father, and put her hand on her hips. “Oops. My bad, Dad.”
Then she turned on her heels, angling her hips cheekily to show off her fire-alarm themed undergarments, and strutted back to the kitchen. Ignoring how her pajama pants bunched around her ankles, Cathy pretended she was a supermodel, strutting her stuff on the runway.
Luis stood and followed Cathy, slowly. In the kitchen, he found Cathy reaching high to pull down another plate. She glanced at him. “Enjoy your breakfast? You know, a thank you would be nice!”
Cathy smirked. Things were going to go back to normal. All she had to do was stand up for herself, and Daddy would see that she wasn’t someone who could be bullied.
Silently, Luis scooped Cathy up by her armpits, and carried her back to the dining room. Cathy pumped her feet, as if running in midair. “Wuh? Hey, I did what you said! I made you a breakfast!”
Luis set Cathy back down, pulled out his chair, and seated himself. Cathy shook her head as she suddenly recognized her situation, before she was easily dragged forward, and tripped to land across her father’s toned thighs. “Oh, no! Not again!”
Fighting to stand up, Cathy’s hand caught the plate, and it flipped off the table with a clatter, sending the bacon flying and the waffles rolling across the floor.
As Cathy lost her balance, Luis kicked up his right leg to pin her knees between his, yanked down her panties to rest above her knees, and secured his grip on her waist. As Luis relaxed his legs, Cathy tried to break free, but only managed to kick her legs up behind her, her jammies flopping wildly. Cathy wailed with terror. “I obeyed you! I obeyed!”
Then, Luis spotted Cathy’s pink slippers as she flailed her feet, and snatched one off her foot, ignoring her struggling. He patted the sole of the slipper against her bare bottom, and noticed that a pattern of pink marks in the shape of his fingers were still visible across her helpless heinie.
With a roar, Cathy twisted her hips, and bucked both her feet with such force, her pajamas nearly flew off behind her. “It’s not fair! I did exactly what you said, you fascist! Y-you, Nazi! Nazi!”
Luis slammed the pink slipper down, covering both sides of Cathy’s buttocks. Cathy McCain’s flowing, strawberry blond locks flew across her face as she reared her head up. “Naah–ha-haaaoooow! Aaah-hooo!”
Silently, Luis counted out nine whole seconds, allowing Cathy plenty of time to feel the fresh, intricate red mark left in the shape of her slipper’s rubber sole. It was like some abstract, tribal tattoo, to represent fire. “One.”
The pause was just long enough to give Cathy time to catch her breath, and finally realize the meaning of the terrible first number. “It…it was an accident! I didn’t mean it!"
She felt a second blast of the slipper, ripping across her lower buttocks and upper thighs, right below the first blazing mark. Cathy’s tongue stuck out as she let out a warbling war cry. “Yeeeoooowl!”
Luis waited as Cathy twisted her feet in midair. Finally, her tired legs succumbed to gravity, and the moment her toes sank to the floor, he neatly pinned her legs in place again. “Two.”
As Cathy was tucked into the new spanking position, she felt hips being angled upward slightly, and grabbed at any thing she could reach, the leg of her chair, her father’s leg. “Please, Daddy! I’m sorry!”
This time, with his target held securely in place, Luis aimed the slipper downward, right onto Cathy’s left sitspot. “Four.”
“Ah’m saaaawreeeee!”
Luis spanked her right sit spot. “Five.”
Tears streamed down Cathy’s face. “Noooo…No more! No mooooore!”
Slowly, Luis counted out another five strokes, pausing after ten. “...You knew exactly what you were doing when you pulled that stunt. So you’re getting twenty spanks for deliberate disobedience. I hope it was worth it.”
Cathy’s head sunk, her hair pooling against the linoleum floor, along with her tear drops. Between gasps, she managed to wheeze a few words.
“Please…forgive…me…”
Luis raised his arm as high as he could reach. “I will.”
Then he landed the eleventh spank, with blistering force. “Eleven.”
Limply, Cathy lost her grip on the chair, and folded her arms against the floor to support herself. That was all she could manage before her breath faltered, and she broke done. “Ah…Aaaahaaaaaaw! Bwwaaaaauugghh! …Guh!”
Slowly, but surely, Luis counted out the final nine strokes, bringing the count to an even twenty. He waited a full minute as Cathy sobbed across his knee, and glanced at his watch. “We still have a few minutes before I have to leave. So, let’s try this again.”
After setting Cathy on her feet beside him, Luis gestured to her feet. “Take off your pj’s. Panties too.”
Sniveling, Cathy’s eyes fluttered open, and she saw her pajama pants and panties were now dangling off of one foot. Her sole remaining slipper had managed to catch them pant leg, leaving Cathy with one bare leg and bare foot on the other side. Quickly, Cathy bent over, wincing as she felt the watery blisters left by her slipper stretching tight across her glutes. She pulled them off roughly, sending her other slipper flopping off her foot.
As she held up the tangled mess of her pants, her panties fell free and flopped to the floor. As she looked up, her father caught her eye. “Now, fold them, neatly, and set them on the chair. Not where you sit. At the foot of the table.”
Nodding, Cathy hissed. After she folded the pants as best she could, she straightened up, reaching for her buttocks. Then she second guessed herself, and held her hands just below the undercurve, palms outward.
She heard her father’s voice, calm, but stern. “Cathy.”
Cathy’s eyes popped open, and she twisted to stare at him. “I said take off your pj’s.That includes your pajama shirt, too.”
Cathy started to say, “No,” but caught herself. “Nuh…n-naked?
“Yes, Cathy.”
Cathy scrunched up her face, then slowly pulled off her pajama shirt. “Yeeess…Dah..D-Dad-deeeeeee…”
After she folded it neatly next to her pajama pants, she noticed she was at least wearing a sleeping bralette from last night. Then she clutched her arms tight to her chest, wondering if that was about to be confiscated next.
As if in answer to her silent question, Luis tapped his finger against the table. “Cathy? You dropped your panties. Please pick them up.”
Cathy spotted them, and stooped to pick them up, trying not to bend over again. “Y-y-y-yes…s-s-s-sir.”
After she folded her panties on the table, Luis nodded. “Now, stand at attention. Fold your hands behind your head.”
Cathy complied, and felt her chest heaving, painfully aware of her dainty bra and exposed bush. Finally, she forced herself to speak. “Do…do I have to take off my buh-b-bra, t-too?”
“If you disobey again, you will have to take it off. For now, you may keep it. But as long as you are under probation, you can consider your clothing a privilege, not a right, under this roof. Do I make myself clear?”
Cathy finally let go of the breath she had been holding, and steadied her voice. “Yes, sir!”
“Very good. Then go make me a simple breakfast. It doesn’t have to be anything fancy. But prepare it carefully.”
Cathy nodded as she shuffled on her feet, then tip toed around him. "Yes, Daddy! Right away."
Then she noticed the bacon and waffles on the floor. She doubled back and scooped them up. "Um, do you still want this? Maybe if I zap ‘em, it will kill the germs?"
Luis stood from his chair, towering over her as she huddled at his feet. Cathy tensed, quaking, wondering if she’d just earned herself another spanking for defiance. Then, her father held her by the shoulders and guided her to her feet. “No. Throw that old food away, and make something new.”
Then he spun her around, and gave her two playful, but firm slaps. That was more than enough to elicit a squeak of discomfort from Cathy, and send her scurrying to the kitchen like a mouse. “Yes! Yes, Popsicle! Right away!”
Back in the kitchen, Cathy dug her fingers into her hair, and stared at the clock. It was almost seven o’clock in the morning already! What if she made her daddy run late? Would he spank her again? What did he mean, make me a “simple breakfast”?
Glancing at the counter, Cathy spotted a bowl of fruit, and rifled through it. She set an apple and banana on a glass plate, but that hardly seemed satisfactory. Then, she remembered how Daddy would always make her a “smiley banana special” in kindergarten. First, she popped a piece of white bread into the toaster. Then she peeled the banana and cut it into neat slices, spread peanut butter on the toast, and spread the banana pieces into the shape of a smiley face.
Cathy grimaced as she stared at the pathetic meal. “This is stupid! He’s gonna yell and spank me again, for sure! I’m going to get spanked and be naked for forever and ever now! I just know it!”
Luis’s voice called from the dining room. “Cathy? I’m running late. Let’s see what you’ve cooked up for me.”
Cathy peered into the fridge, desperate to find anything to make a more complete breakfast. “Coming right up, sir!”
With a look of despair, she poured a glass of orange juice and served her second attempt at breakfast. Luis examined the childish meal with a stoic expression. “The smiley banana special? I’ve missed these. Thank you, Cathy. This is a wonderful breakfast. Have a seat, dear.”
Trembling with relief, Cathy sat right down, smiling as she ignored the fresh wave of pain as her sit spots pressed flat against the hard wood. “Really? You don’t hate it?”
Luis took a bite out of his sandwich, savoring it. “No, I love it.”
Cathy felt dizzy, and fresh tears misted her eyes. "You're welcome, Daddy…uh…did I make you late for work?”
Luis glanced at his watch, and shrugged. “Eh. I haven’t been tardy for twenty years. I’m sure they won’t fire me.”
After scarfing down a second big bite, Luis drained the orange juice, and grabbed his briefcase. “I’m heading to the office. I may have to work late, but I’ll definitely be back by seven p.m. That gives you the whole day to do your chores. I expect you to have the dishes and laundry done, and dinner ready, before seven.”
Cathy twisted in her chair to glance down at her bare butt. "I don't have to stay naked all day, do I? What if someone comes to the door?"
“If anyone rings the door, don’t answer it. I’ll text you before I come home, so you know it’s me. But yes, you will remain bare bottomed for the rest of the day.”
“B-but…”
“No arguments. From now on, I hear any more ‘but, but buts,’ you will get spanked on your bare butt, butt, butt. That was your one, and only, warning.”
Luis kissed Cathy on the forehead. “See you soon, my sweet little girl. I want you to spend today thinking hard about how you’re going to make good choices…Oh, and mind the neighbors.”
Peering sideways to the kitchen window, Cathy covered herself at the front, pouting. "Okay…fine, I guess…”
But as she saw him reach the door, she called after him plaintively. “Daddy? …I love you, Popsicle."
Luis smiled warmly. “And I love you, Kitty-Cat.”
After her father left, Cathy stood alone in the dining room.
Then, she marched to the laundry room, and threw a sweater over her head, decorated with a graphic from K-Pop Demon Hunters. She found her neon-purple-and-green yoga pants right where she’d left them this morning, during her initial laundry run. She tugged them up and snapped the waistband in place. "He'll never know…"
Then she heard her phone buzzing, and jumped, feeling her pockets. Glancing down at the pile of dirty laundry, she found her phone in the pocket of her jean shorts from yesterday. She had a text from Daddy: “There are dirty socks and a pair of panties on the floor of your room. Don’t forget to put them in the wash. Popsicle. ❤️”
Cathy felt the trapped heat from her smarting backside as it pressed taut against the seat of her pants, and glanced at the laundry. “...Maybe I’d better do the laundry before I forget.”
But as Cathy busied herself with the laundry, she couldn’t shake the feeling that she was being watched.
[End of Chapter 2]
