Lindsey had lied to me again.  I sipped my morning coffee and thought
about how to break her of it.  She hadn't lied over anything major.  I
caught her in little lies, like claiming to have her homework done
before going out, but her deceptions were becoming more frequent.  Last
night's lie was worse.

She asked for permission to spend the night at her friend Judy's house.
Judy is a nice a girl and I approved.  I came to find out that both
Judy and my 14-year-old miscreant had spent the night at Lucy's home. 
Lucy is an under-parented, under-aged, over-sexed  catastrophe waiting
to happen, and Lindsey knew I would never consent to that stay over.

I was waiting for her to return home.  The hairbrush was sitting beside
me, and she spotted as soon as she walked in the room.

"You are not going spank me, please, Dad?"

"I haven't decided yet.  Come here and sit with me.  We need to talk
about your problem of failing to tell me the truth."

Lindsey obeyed but was wary.  She stammered and asked me not to be
angry, that she wanted to tell me the truth but knew that I would say
no.  Nothing bad happened at Lucy's; they had a fine time.  "Lucy isn't
as bad as you think, Dad, and she invited me.  I didn't want to hurt
her feelings.  Please don't spank me."

"Is that the important part, whether or not I spank you?  Fine, I am
not going to spank you."  I put the hairbrush aside.

"But I can't trust you if you lie to me.  You need to understand that
lying hurts the people you love.  I don't like feeling betrayed and
particularly dislike feeling betrayed by you.  Lies breed suspicion and
weaken trust. Tell enough of them and you can destroy a relationship. 
Do you understand?"

"Yes, and I'm sorry.  I won't do it again." she promised.  "May I go to
my room now, Dad?"

"Yes, and remain there for the rest of the day, but I want a hug
first."

As she leaned toward me for an embrace, I yanked her across my lap,
bared her bottom and gave Lindsey the longest, hardest, most stinging
spanking that I had ever delivered.  The blows from the hairbrush
turned her milky white bottom fire engine red, and I had to physically
restrain her.  I didn't bother to lecture further.  Her initial shocked
objections gave way to pleading and eventually to broken sobs.  Some
sharp smacks to her bare thighs finished the job.  I readjusted her
clothing and sent her to her room with a few final words:

"Lying hurts the people you love.  You remember that."