We were both busy with work so a little over a week went by until we could schedule the third scene. Joni suggested that a scene with an adolescent faking illness was best suited to be played in the morning - before school. Or before work, in our cases.

I heartily agreed, eager to have her buns ablaze on the drive to work and, if done right, well into the workday. I arrived and entered her smart lock key code she had shared. I knocked lightly on her bedroom door that was ajar and heard a faint, “Come in.”

I entered the room and tilted the blinds to let the morning light stream in. “Why are you still in bed?” I asked. “Why aren’t you getting ready for school?”

“I don’t feel good,” Joni replied quite convincingly.

“Do you have a fever?” I queried, hoping for a positive response.

“I might,” she answered.

I pulled an old-fashioned glass thermometer from my pocket. She saw it, smirked and opened her mouth. “This kind goes in the other end,” I noted.

“Please, not in my bum,” she protested.

“Quit protesting and roll over,” I ordered, pulling down her comforter. She was wearing a t-shirt over flannel pajama bottoms. She rolled over and much to my surprise, voluntarily shrugged the pajamas down to expose her tush. I added a dollop of lube to the bulbous tip of the thermometer, parted her cheeks and sank the instrument into her rectum. She cooed a little at the introduction and continued making soft noises as I dithered the thermometer for the next three minutes. I pulled out the thermometer and she quickly pulled her pajamas up - both of us knowing that was a very temporary state. “That’s a pretty normal temperature. Are you sure you’re not spoofing me about being sick?” I challenged.

“I’ve got a test today and forgot to study,” she countered.

“Forgot to study or simply failed to study and then tried to deceive me into believing you were actually sick,” I scolded, then added, “I think you need to be taught a lesson and then hurry to get ready for school!” I took the pillows and stacked them near the side of the bed closest to me. “Get across those pillows. You know the drill,” I instructed.

Joni made the most adorable pout and moved to kneel in front of the pillows. She lowered her pajamas and laid across the pillows that made her nicely elevated bare bottom the perfect target. I ducked into the adjoining bathroom and retrieved her bath brush. She had not expected me to use it and audibly gasped at the sight of it in my hand.

“Normal temperature is almost one-hundred Fahrenheit so that seems like a perfect number of swats to remind you to be diligent about your studies and definitely not lie to me,” I opined. I gave her bare cheeks a few light taps and then delivered a ten swat sequence alternating sides. I paused and then continued with five successive strikes to her right sit spot and five to the left. The third volley alternated sides again and the fourth was like the second.

After the fifty swats, Joni pleaded, “Daddy, my booty really hurts. Is there any way I could persuade you to stop at fifty?”

“Persuade how?” I asked.

“Like this,” Joni replied, pivoting off the stack of pillows to kneel before me. In a flash, she had my pants open and far too quickly she had brought me to fruition and ingested the results. She wiggled her eyebrows at me and stood, giving me a delightfully salty kiss. “I gotta get going before I’m late for work and earn another spanking,” she declared and sauntered towards the bathroom. I watched with the lovely sway of her deeply red sit spots as she walked away. “Wanna join me in the shower?” she teased.