| Chapter Twenty-Two Facing the Music |
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Jessica awakened with a slight tummy ache. She jumped from her bed and headed down toward the bathroom. When she returned to the room, she could see Wendy's empty bed as the moonlight came shining through the window. She couldn't believe it, Wendy was gone and she had a pretty good idea where she was. Anger filled Jessica because she knew Wendy had been lying to her about Ricky. She tiptoed down the hall and listened. She could hear muffled sounds coming from the linen closet. As much as she hated to, she knew she had to tell Daddy before things with this boy got out of hand. As Mark entered the building from his moonlight walk, he saw Jessica coming down the stairs. "What are you doing up so late, young lady. Its after midnight." "I know Daddy, but I need to talk to you," she replied as she took hold of his hand and led him to the stairs. She seated herself on the stairs, took a deep breath. As Mark listened to what Jessica told him, he became angry. Wendy had outright lied to him, looked him in the face and lied. He could feel the blood pressure rise as Jessica continued. "I know I should have told you the first time it happened, but she promised me she wouldn't do it again, and if you decide I should be spanked, then I trust you think I deserve one. "Jessica, why would I punish you? Did you know she was still sneaking out?" he asked. No, just the one time and then tonight, but now I know she has been. I just didn't wake up before." Don't worry. You did the right thing. You don't have to worry about any punishment. She lied to both of us and I will take care of it right now!" Mark sent Jessica to get Mr. Stein, and he headed upstairs. Mark took off his shoes before he walked down the corridor. He checked Wendy's room first, and then as the blood pressure rose, he headed for the linen closet. He couldn't believe she had stood there and lied to him. Mark felt betrayed, hurt and disappointed. For the first time he didn't feel guilty for the spanking he was about to hand out. Once he reached the linen closet, he waited, and listened. Muffled giggles came from inside. When it became silent, Mark grabbed the handle and yanked the door open. There seated on the floor, were Wendy and Ricky. Their lips were locked together in a very passionate kiss. "DADDY!!!!!!!!.... Wendy yelled as she leaned away from Ricky. Mark reached down, grabbed Wendy by the arm, and pulled her from the closet. The hard wood floor was slippery and Wendy slid on her pajama clad bottom into the hall. �You get to your room right now young lady! Mark yelled. Mark reached down and grabbed Ricky by the shirt and pulled him from the closet. He yanked Ricky from the floor and as he spun him around, he grabbed Ricky by the back of the neck. Wendy crawled past them and headed part way down the hall on her hands and knees. In tears, Wendy turned over and placed her bottom on the hard wood floor. With knees bent close to her chest, she watched her father head toward the stairs with his hands clutched tight around Ricky�s shirt collar. Please don�t punish Wendy!� Ricky begged as Mark drug him down the stairs toward the main floor. �Boy you best worry about your own behind and let me worry about my daughter.� Mark held Ricky firmly and continued down the hall. As they approached the boys side of the school, Ricky broke into a cold sweat when he saw Mr. Stein, coming toward them in his pajamas. Ricky hadn�t forgotten the threat Mr. Stein had made when he administered the last spanking, and Ricky had no doubt by the look on Mr. Steins face, he intended to keep his promise. �Jessica. Go sit on the stairs and wait for me.� Mark ordered. Jessica scurried through the halls as fast as she could. I don�t tell anyone how to discipline but you best teach this boy what happens when he take a young girl to the linen closet.� �You found Ricky in the linen closet with Wendy?� �That�s exactly where I found them and I have reason to believe this isn�t their first trip either. Mr. Stein looked at Ricky. I told you boy! If I found out you were sneaking over to see that girl what would happen.� Ricky started shaking his head no. Mr. Stein looked at Mark. �You found him with your daughter, he�s yours to Whip! Then he�ll be mine.� �No Dad no! pleaseeee.� Ricky begged as Mark turned him around and started down the long dark hall. Tears fell down Ricky�s face. They entered the library. The dim lights cast a shadow on Mark�s face. Ricky knew Mark hated him and he would never be allowed to see Wendy again. Mark led Ricky to the middle of the library tables. The floor to ceiling shelves filled with books would be the perfect insulation for a midnight whipping. Mark turned Ricky to face him then he let go. Ricky looked around the dim lit room. He could see the shadow of Mr. Stein standing by the library door. As Ricky turned to face Mark, all he hoped for was that his whipping be bad enough to tire Marks arm and spare Wendy to horrible of a whipping herself. Ricky stood shaking as Mark unbuckled his belt. �I love Wendy!� Ricky cried as Mark turned him around to face the table. �Drop your pants and bend over,� Mark ordered. Ricky reached slow to the snap and zipper on his navy blue slacks. Mr. Stein still stood at the door. Ricky unbuttoned then unzipped his pants but held for a slight second onto the waistband. When he let go, they fell to the floor. �I love her.� he said again as he draped himself over the table. Ricky felt his shirt being scrunched into his back as Mark placed his hand in the middle of Ricky�s back. The first lick made Ricky jump. The sting made new tears come to his eyes. As the second and third lick fell, Ricky dug his fingers into the side of the table and gritted his teeth. Ricky tried to hold it in but every few whacks a cry or a yelp escaped him. Still he knew he wouldn�t let himself wail like a baby. He had to remain tough. Mark hoped the belt made an impression with just over two dozen licks. Though Ricky tried his best, by the time Mark returned his belt to his pants, he lay across the table, wailing like a wounded dog. Ricky barely heard Mark order him to pull his pants up. Ricky slid from the table and reached for his pants. As he slid them over his swollen cheeks, he pursed his lips together and let out a long moaning cry. Ricky didn�t bother to button his pants. He held onto the waistband as he turned and faced Mark. �I hope you understand the severity of what you�ve done young man. Wendy is just a little girl and she was told no boyfriends. I don�t doubt your sincerity when you say you love her, but you best figure out how to be her friend instead of her boyfriend. There will be no more closet for either of you. There will be no more lying and sneaking around either. I�m watching you young man. I hope by the time Mr. Stein puts his belt back on and after you feel the sting of Mr. Parkers Strap, you�ll know rules at this school are not to be broken.� With his free hand, Ricky reached up and wiped his tears with the sleeve of his shirt. He squished his eyes together and focused on Mark. Ricky�s hoarse voice quivered as he spoke. �Mr. Johnson sir. Please. Wendy said not to. I didn�t listen. Please don�t whip her. Please.� Mark laid his hand on Ricky�s shoulder. �Wendy stood right before me as I questioned her and she lied. I told her if she lied and I found out different, I wouldn�t be lenient.� Mark turned and headed for the door of the library. Ricky twisted around to follow with his eyes but his vision was soon blocked by a large dark shadow. �Tomorrow morning boy! Tomorrow morning bright and early!� Mr. Stein took Ricky by the scruff of the neck and they headed from the library. Wendy watched Mark and Ricky disappear down the stairs. She stood up and ran to her room. Wendy�s tears soaked her pillow and when she heard the door open, she jumped onto her back. When Jessica walked into the room, Wendy looked over at Jessica�s bed. She suddenly realized it had been Jessica that told. �How could you!� Wendy yelled. �Do you know what you did? �What I�ve done? I�m not the one sneaking around with a boy and disobeying Daddy. I told you not to, but you didn�t listen did you?� Wendy sat there and starred at Jessica. Wendy knew Jessica was right. She had lied and been sneaking around. Playing with fire so to speak, and now Daddy was going to set a fire right on her naughty little bottom. Wendy placed her face in her hands and bawled. Jessica felt for Wendy even though she knew she did what needed to be done. Jessica crawled onto Wendy�s bed and comforted her. Every time Wendy heard a creak on the hall in the floor, heat radiated through her body as if being struck by lightning. When the wind hit up against the windows, Wendy jumped. Finally she took a spot in the window seat and waited.. |