| Chapter Twelve The Trip To Miracle Hill |
Wendy woke just as the sun peeked over the horizon. She laid in bed thinking of the events of yesterday and wondered what this new day would bring. She crawled from her bed and started to gather her things to take to the shower room. She quickly showered, dressed and returned to her room. It was barely 5:30 and most everyone was still sleeping, so Wendy tried to be as quiet as she could be. Soon Jessica woke and prepared for her day as well. Wendy decided to check on Sarah, so she sneaked across the hall "Sissy sissy, cried Sarah, as she saw Wendy come through the door. "Where did you go yesterday?" she asked her. Wendy sat down on Sarah's bed and told her where she had gone and why. "It was a mistake for me to leave here. I thought that�s what I wanted, but it wasn't. This is where I belong," Wendy put her arms around Sarah and held her tight. "If you actually got out of here, then why did you come back?" Emily asked. I didn't come back, she replied. "Mark found me in town and brought me back." Emily's eyes grew big with amazement. �Dad found you? and your still alive? Amazing!!" she stated as she finished getting ready for breakfast. "Dad, um I mean Mark was just fine, he wasn't mad at me at all, and I don't think he is even gonna punish me. We talked a little and I think we are ok. I promised I wouldn't run away again." Emily stood up , walked over to Wendy and said," You're in for a big surprise! Come on Sarah. It's time for breakfast. She took Sarah by the hand and they left Wendy alone. She sat there on Sarah's bed, absorbing the words (you're in for a big surprise) No, she thought, Emily was just trying to get her to worry for nothing. As Wendy entered the dining hall, she felt someone grasp her upper arm and pull her around. "Don't you ever take off from here again," David scolded. "Well I'm glad to see you to big brother," Wendy replied. "What am I going to do with you, I was so worried.� "Will you sit with me at breakfast?" Wendy asked "Of course I will silly. So tell me, what happened when dad found you last night?" "Nothing really. We talked a little, and I said I wouldn't run away again, and I won't. Don't look at me like that," she scolded. They both grabbed breakfast and took a seat at a table with some other kids. "David, Mark just came in," she said with a little quiver in her voice. "Don't worry, it will be just fine," he replied as he reached across the table and took hold of her hand. �Do you remember what I told you on your first day here?� "When your getting scolded, look at him and say sir a lot, right?� she Asked. "There is hope for you yet," he replied. Wendy continued to eat her breakfast, but she couldn't take her eyes off of Mark. She hoped he had forgotten about yesterdays adventure into town. After several minutes, he finally he made his way around to her and David. "Good morning kids, he said as he stood looking over all the children at the table. Wendy watched from the corner of her eye. He seemed to be in a good mood today but she hoped he would pass over her if she didn�t look up completely. Wendy saw Marks hand reach out for her and before she could say a word, Mark placed his hand under her chin and lifted it. "I am so glad to have you here. Always remember that." Wendy smiled a half smile. �When your done with breakfast, you and I are going to have a chat, so you sit right here until I return for you.� Wendy�s heart leaped into her throat. His stern tone told her she hadn�t gotten away with her naughtiness at all. "Yes sir," she replied. Wendy finished eating, then sat at the table and watched as everyone eventually drifted from the room. Soon the noise of the cafeteria turned to silence and Wendy found herself alone once again. Wendy rested her chin on her tiny fists and stared out the window into the courtyard. She turned her head slightly when she heard the tapping of dress shoes on the tile floor. Wendy straightened herself in her chair as Mark approached. Mark held out his left hand and Wendy reluctantly took hold of it. Mark gently pulled her from the chair and started to walk toward the exit. Together they walked through to the side yard, and started around the building toward the old church. �Are you mad at me?� Wendy asked as they walked through the grass. �I think I�m more disappointed than anything. I thought you were doing very well here at the school and I thought we were getting along ok.� �I don�t know what came over me. I�m sorry I left yesterday.� �I�m happy to hear that Wendy but I must be doing something wrong," he continued. �Why do you think that?� she asked. �Because by the time most children have been here as long as you have, they can usually express their feelings about being here and their desire to stay. You haven�t done so yet.� Wendy walked beside him and listened to his words. It pained her heart. She did love him and desperately wanted to call him dad, but the words wouldn't come. At times she felt very close to him and she cared so much for the other children in her so called put together family. Mark stopped and tugged at Wendy�s hand. He reached over and lifted her chin. �You�ve had all night to think about what happened. I know you�ve been thinking about it and I would like to hear from you, why you ran away.� Wendy looked into Marks eyes. She could tell by Marks face that this little walk wasn�t just for fun. Though his words were kind, Wendy knew she was being scolded by the way he lifted her chin and by the expressions on his face. Wendy could sense something else about Mark. She could tell he really did care about her. Still, she couldn�t bring herself to say much of anything. She let her eyes drop in shame. Mark let her chin go and started walking again. They walked past the church and away from the school. Wendy looked back a couple times as she continued to hold onto Marks hand. Barrington Hall looked so far away and though she had run just the day before, she somehow wished she were back within the safety of its walls. Mark led Wendy up a small trail and when they reached the top, Mark turned Wendy around. Her eyes widened. They were on the hill that Mr. Parker had told her about on the day of her arrival to Barrington. She could see all the farm houses down in the valley. She could see the mountain and the hills that surrounded it. The sun felt so wonderful against her and she squeezed Marks hand. �It�s beautiful Mark, but why did you bring me up here?� Wendy asked. �This was my favorite place as a child. I used to come up here just to get away from everything. I wanted to share it with you because I still like coming up here when there are things I have to do that I don�t like having to do.� �Did you live close by?� Wendy asked. Mark took hold of Wendy and turned her around.� You see that building way down there?� �You mean Barrington Hall?� �Yes, Barrington Hall. I grew up in that old building down there. It was my home for most of my childhood.� Wendy turned and looked at Mark. She couldn�t believe what she was hearing. � You grew up here?� �Yes I did, and I was one of the toughest little kid in Barrington Hall. I think I got the most whippens out of any kid here. One day my dad brought me up onto this hill. I realized that I loved my dad more than anything on this earth, and when I finally admitted it, my life changed forever.� "Do you see your dad still?" she asked. "I see him every day. My father is Mr. Parker." "Mr. Parker is your dad! she said in amazement. "Is that why you always say yes sir to him?" "Yes it is. I will respect him till the day I am no longer on this earth, He had faith in me and never gave up. His love and guidance changed my life forever." Mark stood with Wendy as she took in the wonderful view. She peeked out of the corner of her eye every now and again to see if Mark was watching her. He was looking out into the horizon. Wendy slowly slid her hand into his. Wendy thought what it might have been like for mark to have Mr. Parker as a father. If she had to have anyone be in charge of her at all, she was surely glad it was Mark. �Thank you for sharing this special place with me,� she said. �Your welcome sweetie, but we must go now. There is one more thing we must do before we go back to Barrington.� Wendy gulped. She wondered if Mark still planned on punishing her. She hoped he had forgiven her for running from him. With her tiny hand still clutched by his, they walked down the hill together. Instead of staying on the path that led back to the school, they headed toward a grove of trees that lined the side of an old wooden structure. �Where are we going?� Wendy asked. Mark never spoke. He continued on for a few more yards until he reached a small maple tree that had only had the chance to grow a few feet. Mark stopped and turned Wendy to face him. �The day my father took me up to the top of the hill, I had been misbehaving something terrible. He had gotten to the point where he didn�t know what to do with me anymore. After our little chat on the hill, he brought me to that maple right there. He made me cut a switch. Then he told me to drop my britches and bend over. I was a fighter back then, but for some reason I did what he told me to do. I knew he loved me more than anyone ever had, and that he was going to give me a lickin because I deserved one. I knew I deserved it and I did what he told me. Mark reached over and lifted Wendy�s chin. I cut a switch, pulled off all the leaves and handed it to my father. I turned around and dropped my britches like he said to, then I reached down and touched my toes. Each tear that fell from my eyes that day, fell from the pain of my switching as well as the feeling of finally understanding someone did love me. Mr. Parker has been a wonderful loving father as well as a stern disciplinarian. He gave me all that I needed for my life to be happy. �I love you like my father loved me. I can�t and won�t tolerate disrespect or disobedience from you.� Mark let go of Wendy�s chin and reached into his pocket. Wendy watched his hand closely. As his hand emerged, it held a small pocket knife. Mark took hold of Wendy�s hand and placed the knife in it. �Go cut a switch.� Wendy looked down at the knife, then she looked up at Mark. His face looked stern and she knew she had better obey. Wendy turned and walked to the tree. She wiggled a few branches until she found just the right one. She glanced back at Mark, then went on with her task. She opened the knife and took to cutting on the small branch. When the knife cut through, she dropped the branch on the ground and closed the knife. Wendy walked back to Mark and handed him the knife. She stood there and looked at Mark for a minute. He pointed to the tree and Wendy returned to the little switch that lay on the ground. She picked it up and took to pulling the leaves off. When she finished, she stared at the switch, then at Mark. �Wendy!� Mark scolded. Wendy swallowed hard, then walked over to Mark. She lifted her arm and handed Mark the switch. Goosebumps formed all over Wendy�s body as Mark flexed the switch then swished it through the air. Tears formed in Wendy�s eyes as she reached around and covered her bottom. �Tell me why you�re going to get the switch.� �Because I ran away and worried you,� Wendy sniffled. �Turn around and bare your bottom Wendy,� Mark ordered. Wendy slowly turned around but her hands continued to cover her dress. �Take those hands away from your bottom and do as I tell you,� he scolded. Wendy let her hands fall away, then slowly reached up under her jumper and tugged at her underpants. She pulled a little on each side until they slid loose and fell into the palms of her hands. �If you hold them there then you won�t be tempted to cover your bottom with your hands. If you let go, then they will fall to the ground and get all dirty.� Wendy held onto them with both hands just around her knees. She was slightly bent but couldn�t stand and risk loosing her panties to the ground. Mark walked to her side and wrapped his arm around her waist forcing her to bend even further ahead. Wendy shifted her hands to the front of her panties and gathered them so they would be tighter around her leg just above her knees. Fear overwhelmed her as she felt Mark lift her dress and place it on her back. Wendy started to cry out loud. �Mark I�m sorry,� Wendy cried. Suddenly Wendy heard the swoosh of the switch as it flew through the air. She didn�t feel the switch land, but a searing stinging pain coursed through her bottom. Wendy squeezed the bunched up cotton that she held firmly in her hands. She bit her lip and tried not to cry out. Soon she felt another lick of the switch land in the same spot. Wendy let out a little louder cry this time. Mark shifted his hand and Wendy tipped forward a little more. Mark gave Wendy one more lick of the switch, then paused. �Do you have something you would like to say before I continue with your punishment?� he asked. �I don�t know,� Wendy cried. �Very well then,� Mark said. The switch rose and fell like a machine gun onto Wendy�s naked bottom. Her self control abandoned her after the forth lick. Wendy jumped and yelped with each lick of the switch but she never let go of her panties. After eight licks, Mark gave his arm a rest. As Wendy�s cries quieted, Mark shifted his weight and let the switch lick Wendy�s naked bottom six more times. �I�m sorry,� Wendy wailed as her voice shook. �I won�t run away again.� �I�m glad to hear that young lady!� Mark replied. Wendy�s jumper had fallen over her bottom from all of the wiggling. When Wendy felt Mark lift her dress once again, she wiggled her legs and bottom. Fresh new cries followed. �No more!� she cried. Mark held her tight, lifted the switch once again and let it fly. Wendy wailed and jerked again as Mark set a sting in her bottom that she knew she wouldn�t forget. Suddenly out of nowhere Wendy cried. �No more Daddy. I�m sorryyyy. Please no more lickin. I won�t run away again. Stop Daddy stop!� She suddenly felt herself being turned upright. Her eyes were flooded with tears and she couldn�t see anything. She suddenly felt some ones arms wrap around her. Wendy dropped her panties and threw her arms around Marks waist. She buried her face in the front of his shirt and soaked it with tears. �I�m sorry Daddy. I�m sorry.� Mark held onto Wendy until she quieted down. He wiped away some of her tears with the sleeve of his shirt. �I don�t like to spank you, but when you�re disobedient and do such things as run away, I have no choice but to punish you. Do you understand?� �Wendy sniffled and shook her head yes. �I�m sorry Daddy.� Mark wrapped his arms around Wendy again and squeezed her tight. After several minutes of silence, Wendy�s cries subsided. Mark wiped her tears away with his hand. �I think it�s time to go back now.� Mark said as he took hold of Wendy�s hand. Wendy turned around and suddenly noticed her cotton panties lying on the ground, she reached down and scooped them up. She shook them off then tucked them between her jumper and blouse so no one at the school would know she didn�t have any panties on. As they started to walk down the trail toward the school, The cuts from the switch stung at her bottom and legs. Wendy looked up at Mark. She couldn�t imagine him ever being a child or ever getting a whipping from Mr. Parker. �Do you think we could come to the hill again someday?� she asked. �I would love to come back up here and someday maybe we will. That is if you behave yourself.� The thought of ever going back up there again for anything other than to see the view of the valley frightened her. Wendy reached back and rubbed her throbbing bottom. She never wanted to have to cut another switch as long as she lived. |
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