Rick stood in the empty bedroom, pacing back and forth and waiting. In his hand was a rather nasty looking hairbrush. He was waiting for Becca to return. He rubbed his chin absently as he paced and considered his plan. Becca was a wild one and a bit hard to tame, but sometimes Rick had to put his foot down. Becca had been out of control lately and apparently thought she could do as she pleased whenever the mood struck her. Normally Rick would overlook small transgressions in behavior because he much rather preferred to cuddle and hold Becca in his arms.

His thoughts were stopped short when he heard the familiar click of the door lock turning. He stood up straight and waited for her to come looking for him. Becca was right on time, bouncing through towards the bedroom and calling his name as she went. She smiled when she saw him in the bedroom, but then looked at him funny when she saw the brush. She dropped her things by the closet door and started back out in a hurry. Rick caught her arm before she got far and pulled her towards him. He looked into her eyes and she squirmed violently, trying to get away.

Rick sat down upon the edge of the bed and pulled the young feisty one with him, face down across his lap of course. Immediately the struggle began. The struggle that Rick had expected. The struggle that happened each and every time Becca was punished. Rick quickly pinned her arms behind her back and pulled down her shorts and panties with his free hand. Becca kicked and struggled for all she was worth, but Rick kept a tight hold on her. He gave her bare bottom several hard smacks with his bare hand and Becca yelled out. She kicked harder and a few well placed smacks on her bare thighs and a warning from Rick of more to come settled her down a bit.

Rick picked up the hairbrush and began applying it across her pink bottom. Becca, being true to form, let her mouth run until Rick began putting more force behind his swings. He lectured her on her behavior and how much easier this would be if she would take her punishment she earned. Soon her struggling was more of a squirm as her bottom became red and bruised in spots. She buried her face in the bed clothes and squeaked and yelped, tears staining her flushed face. Rick stopped spanking and began rubbing small circles across the hot flesh. Becca moaned softly and finally relaxed. Rick sighed and released her arms so he could stroke her hair. His feisty one would be a bit more subdued again, at least for a few days. He intended to enjoy the down time. He pulled Becca up into his lap and her arms instinctively went around his neck and her face buried in his shoulder. Her held her tightly and leaned back onto the bed.