Cutting School

From: [email protected] (SamPast) and (Don A. Landhill)

This story involves the spanking of a young girl. If this is not your thing, read no further. Please send any comments to either Sampast or DLandhill. Enjoy!

Cutting School -- A Twin Story (M/f) By SamPast and Don A. Landhill Copyright (c) 1999, All Rights Reserved.

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Robin came home from school, or so Charlie thought. "How was school today, hon?" he asked.

"Oh, it was great!" she replied.

"Good, go do your homework," Charlie said.

"Oh, we don't have homework today...."

Robin was laying on her bed slowly replaying the scene in her head. Why did I have to lie? she thought to herself. She laid there rubbing her bottom and thinking. Thinking it all could have been so different, if only...

A little later, Jennifer walked in the door, and called out, "Hello? Mom? Dad? I'm home from Amy's."

Charlie replied, "Hello, Jennifer, How was school today?"

It took Jenn a minute to answer, "Oh, um, yeah, it was good. We have a big test tomorrow, that's why Amy and I were studying. Well, I'd better go upstairs to finish the rest of my homework before dinner. Where's Robin?"

"Robin is in her room, but I want to talk with you down here first. Did you get permission to go to Amy's?"

"Yes, sir. I spoke to Mommy after school. Why? Is something wrong?"

"Well, maybe. Did anything happen today that I should know?" Charlie asked.

"Um, what do you mean, Daddy?" Jennifer asked.

"What I said, Jennifer. Did anything, anything at all, happen today that you need to tell me about?"

Jennifer was scared. She looked at her dad's eyes. He seemed like he might be angry. She started to tremble and nodded her head.

Charlie frowned. "Tell me about it, Jennifer."

"Daddy? I, uh, um, I didn't go to school today."

"I see. Was there any good reason, or did you just play hooky?"

Jennifer started to cry. "It, it was a dare, Daddy. A whole bunch of us did it," Jennifer sobbed.

Again, Charlie said, "I see. You know that that is against the rules, don't you?"

Jennifer looked down and mumbled, "Yes, sir. Daddy, was Robin punished?"

"Yes, she was," her father told her. "And you will be, too."

"Yes, sir," Jennifer said.

Jennifer knew it was futile to ask, but she did anyway. "Daddy? How'd you know? Did Robin tell you?"

Charlie answered, "Don't worry how I learned. I'll talk with you in a few minutes. Now go and wait for me in my room."

Jennifer was going to try to get out of this punishment. "But Daddy? Did Robin tell you it was the first time we ever did it? Please, Daddy."

"Jennifer!" Charlie warned. "Now!"

Jenn went to her parents' bedroom and sat on the big red chair that was usually piled with clothes. It was unusually clean today. That only happened when one of her parents was going to use it to spank one of them. Which meant that her father had known before she walked in. Which also meant that Robin had told on her. Well, one thing was for sure, it was a good thing she didn't try to cover it up when she had walked in the door.

Five minutes later, her father came in. He sat on the bed, facing her. "All right, I will listen to any explanations or excuses you have."

Jennifer thought fast. "Well, Daddy, you see, um, a couple of the kids on Friday dared a bunch of us to skip school today, and well, Robin, and Debbie, and Amy and I thought it would be fun. But we didn't really do anything bad. I mean, we didn't go anywhere bad. I guess what we did was bad." Jenn paused. Even to her, it sounded bad. She continued, "I don't know what I'm saying. I guess you should just spank me."

Charlie sighed and said, "Okay, let's go."

They switched places and Jennifer stood in front of her father. He leaned over and pulled down her pants and panties and pulled her over his lap. He picked up the hairbrush that was sitting on Lisa's dresser next to the chair.

Jennifer saw the brush out of the corner of her eye. She hadn't seen it before.

"Daddy! No! Why are you using the brush?" she sobbed.

Charlie answered with the first of many spanks of the brush. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! I am using the brush because you cut WHACK! school. WHACK! That was a WHACK! very WHACK! bad thing to do WHACK!

"I know, Daddy, I'm sorry!" Jenn wailed.

WHACK! I WHACK! want you WHACK! to remember this. WHACK! I don't ever WHACK! ever WHACK! want you to do this again. WHACK!

"I won't, Daddy, I promise," Jennifer sobbed. "It wasn't even worth it, anyway."

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! Good. WHACK! I want to make it WHACK! even less worth while. WHACK!

"I'm sorry, Daddy! I'll never cut school again. PLEEEEASE!" Jenn begged. The fire in her bottom was awful. Her father had never started a spanking with the hairbrush before; she didn't think she could take anymore.

Charlie finished it off with a few more well placed spanks. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

"Okay, that's it," he said, putting down the hairbrush.

Charlie rubbed her bottom a few times. It was hot to his touch. He knew she would be in pain for several hours. But he was glad; maybe she would regret what she had done and never do it again.

Jenn was crying hysterically across Charlie's knees. "Wah! I'm so sorry, Daddy."

Charlie helped Jennifer up. He held her to his chest and rubbed her back, and patted her shoulder.

"I know, baby, and I still love you. You know that, right, sweetheart?" Charlie asked. He always wanted to make sure after a spanking that his kids knew that he punished them out of love.

"Yes, Daddy, I love you, too. Daddy, I'm so so sorry!" Jennifer wailed.

"Okay, I understand," Charlie said. He then pushed her away from his chest and asked, "You won't ever do that again, right?"

"I won't, Daddy, I promise," Jenn said, and she really meant it.

Charlie stood up holding Jennifer. He laid her on his bed, on her stomach. "Okay, now you rest for a little while. I'll come back to get you for dinner. All right?"

"Yes, Daddy," Jenn said. She laid down on her parents' bed and closed her eyes. When she heard her father leave, she reached her hand back to rub her sore bottom.

Half an hour later, Charlie pressed the intercom button and called to Robin.

"Yes, Daddy?" Robin asked, through the intercom.

"Dinner is ready. I want you to wash up and come downstairs. You can bring a pillow if you want. Oh, and bring one for your sister."

"Okay," was all Robin said. So, Jennifer had come home and been punished, too. Robin wondered if Jenn had gotten it as bad as she had. Well, she guessed it depended on whether Jenn had tried to lie about it, like she did.

Robin arrived in the dining room carrying two pillows. Lisa brought Stephen to the table and put him in his high chair. He was two, now, and Lisa was expecting another baby in a matter of months. The twins, especially Jennifer, had been testing the limits all through Lisa's pregnancy. Charlie hoped things would calm down after the new baby was born. It didn't help that the twins had just started junior high, as well.

Charlie came into the dining room, leading a sleepy Jennifer. He had helped her on with her panties and pants, even though it had hurt so much. He sat her down in her chair, where Robin had left her pillow. When Jenn felt the fluffy pillow under her sore bottom, she smiled at her sister.

"Thanks," she said to Robin.

"It's okay. Daddy asked me to bring it for you. Are you all right?" she asked.

Jenn nodded. She was having trouble waking up. "Yeah. Are you?"

Just then, their parents came into the room. Robin said, "We'll talk later."

Dinner was a quiet affair, as no one knew what to say. Usually they talked about the twins' school day, but since there was no school day today, the girls had nothing to talk about. Finally, breaking the silence, Lisa talked to Charlie about some baby plans.

Jennifer sighed deeply. Charlie shot her a look that said not to do that if she knew what was good for her.

She couldn't help it. She was so tired of hearing about baby things. She found it embarrassing that she was twelve years old and her mother was pregnant. Again. It was bad enough having a two year old brother, that she often had to watch. Especially now with her mother often feeling poorly during her pregnancy.

"If you're finished, Jennifer Lynn, you can bring your plate in and go up to your room. And I suggest you call some of your friends to get your homework. I'm going to come up at 8:00 and it had all better be finished. Do you understand?" Charlie commanded.

"Yes, Daddy," Jennifer said. She got up and did what she was told.

Robin was becoming uncomfortable with the silence. "I'm done, too, Daddy," she said.

"You mean, you're finished?" he corrected.

Man, was he being a stickler. "Yes, I'm finished," Robin repeated.

"Okay, bring your plate in. And go finish your homework. Are you sure you got all your assignments?" Charlie inquired.

"Yes, sir," Robin answered.

"Okay, go then. And let your sister alone to do her work. Understand?"

"Yes, Daddy," Robin said. She went over to her brother and kissed him. "See you later, alligator!"

"While, crokdile," Stephen tried to answer. Robin just laughed. Then she ran upstairs to her room.

Jennifer was on the phone, out in the hall, when Robin got to the top of the stairs. She went to use the bathroom, and when she came out, Jenn had hung up the phone and was laying on her bed, on her stomach.

"Hey!" Robin said.

"Hey!" Jenn said back. "Robin?"


"Did you tell Daddy on me?"

Robin turned to Jenn and said, "Well, kind of. But I didn't mean to. I mean, I didn't tell to be cruel."

"What do you mean?" Jenn asked.

"Well, when I came home, I lied about not having homework. I made up this stupid excuse that the teachers were all absent and we had subs and had no homework," Robin began.

"You didn't?" Jenn asked, amused.

Robin frowned. "I did. I guess it was a pretty stupid thing to do. Then Daddy said he was going to call all my teachers and ask them. I told him to go ahead, and even asked him if he had their numbers."

Jenn raised herself up on her elbows and stared at her sister. "What are you, crazy? What'd you get all cocky for, anyway?"

"I don't know," Robin whined. "Like I said, it was pretty stupid, on my part."

"So, then what happened?" Jenn asked.

"Well, then, I ended up confessing all. I mean, all. I'm sorry, Jenn. It just slipped out that you cut, too. Daddy made me tell him everyone who did. He said he was going to call their parents. When I said, Jennifer, he asked if I meant you, and I had to say yes. Are you very angry at me?" Robin asked, cautiously. She knew Jenn could have a very mean temper.

"Well, I'm not that thrilled, if you know what I mean. I can think of forty things I'd rather be doing right now. But, I guess you really had no choice. If you lied about it, and then it came out that I had cut, too, you would've gotten your mouth washed out with soap, as well," Jenn said.

"I did, anyway," Robin admitted. "Because I lied to Daddy in the first place."

"Oh," Jenn said. "Well, then I'm glad I came clean when I first walked in the door."

"How'd you know to do that, Jenn? No offense, but you don't usually fess up right away."

"I know. I'm not sure. I think it was the look in Daddy's eyes. He looked really angry. You know?"

Robin smiled. "Yeah, I know. I tried to call you. At Amy's. But there was no answer."

"You did? When?" Jenn asked.

"After my whipping. I snuck in a phone call," Robin admitted.

"Whipping? What are you talking about?" Jenn queried.

"Well, Daddy hit me with his belt. It hurt a lot," Robin explained.

Jenn was shocked. "His belt? No way! I got the hairbrush. Only the hairbrush!" Jenn said, absently rubbing her behind.

"Well, I guess because I tried to lie first. Daddy really was very angry," Robin told her sister.

Neither of them said anything for a little while. They were both thinking of their spankings earlier. Finally, Jenn broke the silence.

"Hey, Robin?"


"Did Daddy ask you what we did all day?"

Robin smiled. "No, he didn't."

"Yeah, he didn't ask me either. It almost slipped out, during my spanking, when I said I was sorry and it wasn't even worth it," Jenn admitted.

"Really? And Daddy didn't ask you what you meant?" Robin asked, surprised.

"Nope. I was pretty surprised, too," Jenn uttered.

"Well, don't worry, Jenn, he won't hear it from me," Robin said, smiling.

Jenn smiled back. "Me, neither."

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