Heather's thousandth spanking.

Heather had no clue this was going to be the 1,000th time she would be spanked in her life. She wasn't keeping count, but if one was, then excluding single swats, play spanks and other love taps, this was the thousandth day in her life where she was to be spanked.

Here she was, wondering how many times she had already been placed over someone's lap, a babysitter, her mom or dad, a teacher on one occasion. It was always humiliating, sometimes nightmarishly mortifying, and often painful enough she broke on levels she always had trouble comprehending.

She was stood against the wall, in the middle of the room just by the television.

"Heather, come over here, it's time for your spanking."

Several minutes after he began slapping Heather's ass, her sister Anabeth strolled in, chuckling, and taunted her.

"Ohh, is that naughty brat getting her spanking?"

"Ow! Ow go away aah!"

"Your sister's not the one getting a spanking. Don't talk to her like that." Their father scolded Heather.

"But she started it!"

"And she has every right to, you don't. You're getting more for talking back."

"Ow! I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Oh! Ah! This isn't fairr, you never spank her!"

"Because she doesn't get spankings. You get spanked. You're a bad girl Heather. A foolish little girl and that's why you get spanked."

"Dad, I don't recall ever getting spanked."

"We never spanked you."

"Thanks dad, love you! Love you, mom!"

"We love you too, thanks for never acting such a bad sort of way. You're wonderful!"

"Yes darling, you can go out and do as you please and we know you'll be responsible and do what's right." Their father spoke as he continued spanking his brown haired daughter's chubby butt. "But this bratty bottom right here needs to be spanked, so Heather! Can learn to behave. *huff* Little dumb butt, doesn't know her place. Stranded yourself but your sister know what to do." Smack, smack. Smack, smack. Smack, smack; He continued slapping the already vivid pink skin as his daughter moaned.

"Oh Heather, you silly girl. I don't want to have to take care of you when mommy and daddy are gone."

"Noo!"

"Then you'd have the responsibility of spanking her." Her father joked, quietly considering and enjoying the thought as slapped Heather's butt like a machine punching holes in steel.

"Oh god I wouldn't want that! No. Really, it would be such a chore, to balance out.. No."

"If it comes to it, don't be too nice to her, err on the side of caution and never believe anything this brat says, never again."