| Chapter Twenty-Three A Painful Reminder To Obey |
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Wendy woke to the sound of Jessica opening and closing the doors of their closet. Wendy sprang from her bed and looked around the room. �What are you doing?� Jessica asked. Wendy rubbed her eyes, then reached around and touched her bottom. Her bottom didn�t feel like she had gotten a whipping. Maybe she had dreamed the whole thing. Wendy�s tummy felt funny and her eyes felt heavy from the flow of tears that had escaped them before she fell asleep. Somehow she knew it hadn�t been a dream. �Nothing,� she replied.� Thinking her tummy ached because she had jumped out of bed so quickly, Wendy crawled under the covers and snuggled down into the warm spot. She turned her head slightly to look out the window up at the sky. The sun peaked in and warmed the seat in the window. Wendy remembered. �Did I fall asleep in the window last night?� she asked Jessica. �Yes you did.� �How did I get into my bed?� �Daddy put you in your bed when he came up.� Jessica responded. �Then it wasn�t a dream. Daddy did catch me didn�t he?� Jessica shook her head. �Daddy put you in your bed and covered you. He said in the morning when you woke, I am to tell you to stay in your room.� Jessica looked down at the floor.� I�m sorry Wendy. I hope someday you won�t be so angry with me for telling Daddy. I did it because I love you and sneaking into the closet with a boy in the middle of the night is wrong. Daddy would have found out eventually. When Wendy heard the door open and close, she knew Jessica had left for breakfast. Wendy crawled from her warm bed, pulled her blanket off and wrapped it around her. She sat herself in the window seat and listened. She could hear the other children bustling around outside the door as they too headed down for breakfast. Bedroom doors opened and closed and the pattering of feet died down as the last of the children headed down the stairs. Wendy looked around the silent room and wondered how long Mark was going to make her stay there before he came up. She wanted to eat breakfast like everyone else. Wendy�s tummy began to growl and although the cafeteria wasn�t anywhere near her room, she swore she could smell pancakes smothered in warm maple syrup. Wendy went to the bedroom door and opened it slightly. The silence that filled the corridor made her ears ring. Wendy could see the closet from where she stood. Her thoughts drifted to the expression on her fathers face when he had opened the closet door and saw the two of them kissing. She wondered how Ricky had faired last night after Daddy ripped him from the closet and took him by the shirt collar. Wendy rubbed her hand up and down the casing of the bedroom door as tears fell down her cheeks. She loved Ricky and feared she would never again see his smiling face. Wendy�s hand stopped mid way down the door casing as she heard the sound of footsteps on the stairs. She put her ear to the small opening of the door and listened. Her eyes widened and the fine hairs on her arms stood up. Daddy was on his way. Wendy closed the door, ran to her bed and buried herself under the covers. She heard the door open. She heard her fathers shoes on the hardwood floor and the door close behind him. Wendy tried to be as still as she could. If Daddy thought she were still asleep, he would surely leave. Wendy kept her eyes closed tight and her body still. She heard her fathers shoes turning. She heard the door open, then close again. Wendy sat up and pushed the covers off at the same time. Wendy�s eyes widened and she sucked in a deep breathe. Daddy�s face looked as angry as it had when he pulled her from the closet and ordered her to her room. Wendy�s body stiffened with fear as Mark reached up and unbuckled his belt. Wendy dug her fingernails into the bed sheets as Mark doubled the belt. �Daddy Nooo!!!!� Wendy cried. With out a word, Mark reached down and pulled Wendy from her bed. Wendy started jumping and twisting as soon as her feet hit the floor. Mark raised the belt and swished it down. The first lick landed dead center. Wendy jumped forward and her right leg flew forward. Wendy threw her right hand back for cover. Mark aimed lower and sent a sting onto her right thigh just below her sit spot. Wendy wailed as if this were indeed the first time she ever received a spanking. Mark raised the belt again and sent it flying. The sting hurt her hand and she quickly pulled it away. Wendy jumped and danced but the belt landed again and again. There would be no escape for her bottom this time. When Mark let go, Wendy grabbed her bottom and danced around the room. Mark sat the belt down on Jessica�s bed and waited. When the dancing stopped, Wendy stood on the other side of the room. Her hands covered her bottom and her head hung in shame. �Come here!� Mark scolded. Wendy left one hand on her bottom and rubbed her eyes with the other. She didn�t want Mark to be this angry with her and she felt terrible for her deceptions. Thinking her spanking was over, Wendy slowly approached. Mark stayed seated on Jessica�s bed. He clutched Wendy�s hands between his own and pulled her between his knees. �I told you, No leniency.� Before Wendy could mutter a word, Mark pulled her over his knee. He tucked her legs under his. He secured her hands then reached for her pajama bottoms. �No Daddy please!� Wendy wailed. "You disobeyed me, {swoosh smack} you lied to me {Swoosh smack} Wendy yelped and wailed as the belt continued to kiss her naked bottom. {Swoosh smack} �Ohhwwoeeee owwee� �I told you no boyfriends!� {Swoosh smack} �Ohhwooheewoohoooh� Wendy wailed as the spanking continued. Mark landed five more licks, then pulled Wendy from his lap. He held tight to her arm as he stood. He turned her around once again. �In a closet sneaking around? Not anymore!� �No Daddy no!� Wendy yelled as fear radiated through her body.. Mark raised the belt and let it land ten more licks onto Wendy�s naked red stripped bottom. Though she knew it didn�t matter, she danced and jumped with each lick. Finally the belt stopped and Wendy felt herself being turned around. �You best do a lot of thinking today young lady.� Mark let go and walked from the room. Wendy stood in the middle of the room sobbing. As Mark closed the door behind him. Wendy looked around the room, then took slow steps toward her bed. The throbbing pan in her bottom made it hard to walk. Each step brought on new pain. Finally Wendy made it to her bed. Wendy reached down and picked up her pajama bottoms. She peeled the panties away and tossed them onto the floor. Wendy looked at the bottoms then dropped them on the floor also. She crawled into her bed and pulled the sheet over her naked bottom. She reached under her bed with one hand and felt around. When her hand emerged, a small brown teddy appeared. Wendy pulled the small teddy close to her chest and cried. Alex paced back and forth in the hallway just outside Wendy�s room. At breakfast she waited, but Wendy never showed. When she finally got word about the trouble Wendy and Ricky had gotten into, Alex worried she would be the third child to get a spanking that day at Barrington Hall. She hadn�t read her book and Wendy was confined to her room. Alex felt a hand on her shoulder. When she turned, Mark stood looking down at her. �Did you go inside?� �No sir.� �I�m sorry Alexandra, but Wendy is being punished and you may not speak to her today. �I know,� Alex replied. Alex watched as Mark entered the room. Alex tried to see when he opened the door, but Marks body blocked her view. She did hear Wendy�s cries for just a brief second. Alex felt bad for only worrying about her book and not the well being of her dear friend. Alex did the only thing she could do. She had six hours before she had to go to the library and give her book report. She hurried to her room to find her book. Wendy buried her face between the teddy and her pillow when she heard Mark enter her room. Mark sat down on the bed beside her and reached for the covers. �Wendy. I brought you some ice for you bottom.� Angry, Wendy wanted to tell him to leave her alone, but the throbbing stinging fire that consumed her entire backside, begged for some reprieve. Wendy rolled from her side onto her tummy. She never let go of the teddy. Mark pulled the sheet away, lifted the part of her pajama top that covered a little of her bottom and he slowly sat the tiny ice packets onto her flaming bottom. Wendy moaned and then whimpered when they touched her skin. While the ice packs balanced on her little cheeks, mark rubbed Wendy�s back. �I�m sorry Daddy.� Wendy whispered. �I hope you are young lady.� Mark scolded. �Leave the ice on your bottom as long as you can.� Wendy heard the door close. She wondered if her father would ever trust her again. Wendy stayed in her room through out the morning. Close to lunch, she managed to replace her pajama bottoms, but she gave up on the panties. She walked around the room with Teddy and stood by the window with teddy. A few minutes after noon, Wendy heard the knob rattling. She turned from the window and watched Mark enter with a tray of food. He sat it down on the work table and turned to leave. �Daddy please stay and talk to me!� �Not today!� Mark answered. Mark proceeded through the doorway and closed the door behind him. Wendy buried her eyes into the top of teddies head and cried. Shortly after four thirty, Wendy heard the door open again. She lay curled on her bed half covered, she peaked over the top of Teddies head. Patricia stood in the doorway. Wendy started bawling. �Daddy doesn�t love me anymore!� Patricia took a seat on Wendy�s bed and wrapped her arms around her. �Your father loves you very much, but you have been a very naughty little girl.� �Tell Alex I�m sorry.� �I think she knows honey,� Patricia replied. Wendy scooted down and laid her head on Patricia�s lap. She cuddled Teddy close to her and starred at Jessica�s bed. �Patricia� �Yes dear.� �Is Ricky ok?� �You care a lot for that young man don�t you Wendy? �Yes Ma�am , but Daddy says I can�t.� Wendy started crying again. Patricia continued to stroke Wendy�s hair. �Listen to me for a minute. You can�t help who you care about and if you love Ricky, then you love him.� Wendy sat up quickly and starred at Patricia. �If you love this boy, there isn�t much you can do about it, but you must obey what your father says.� For now it seems as though you have little choice in the matter. When you�re older I�m sure your father will feel differently about you and Ricky. After all, you�re just eleven my dear and eleven is hardly old enough for a boyfriend. Especially one that you kiss.� Wendy watched Patricia�s expressions. Such disapproval showed as she spoke and Wendy began to feel as though Patricia might be right. Still her heart longed to talk to Ricky and make sure he was ok. �What do I do?� Wendy asked. �Well young lady, the first thing you must do is find a way to fix things between you and your father. He�s very hurt you know.� �He is?� �Why yes. You went against his wishes when he only had your best interest at heart. Then you lied to him as well. You betrayed his trust and no matter how harsh the spanking, only time can heal the hurt and distrust you�ve placed between the two of you.� Wendy crawled from the bed and walked to the window. As she starred out into the courtyard she felt as though her life would never be the same. She had no idea how to apologize to her father in a way that let him know she really meant it. Patricia picked up Wendy�s pajama bottoms and stood behind her. �Do you think you can put these on now?� Wendy put one leg in, then the other. She winced when the elastic waistband slid over her swollen striped cheeks. �I love my father too and I want to tell him how sorry I am.� �I believe you�re sorry Wendy� �Patricia and Wendy turned to the voice behind them. Patricia smiled at Mark as he stood in the doorway. Wendy looked briefly into her fathers eyes, then cast them down to the hard oak flooring. �Well I guess it�s time for me to leave the two of you to talk.� Patricia gave Wendy a hug and slipped through the door. Mark sat the dinner tray down on the table. �Come with me,� mark ordered, holding out his hand. Wendy kept her eyes cast down to the floor as she walked to her father. She slipped her hand into his and together they walked down the hall. Mark took her inside the bathroom, ran a wash cloth under the tap and proceeded to wipe Wendy�s face. �When you�re done eating your supper, you may come out of your room to wash up. I want you to change into fresh pajamas, then get straight into bed.� Wendy looked up with sullen eyes. �Do you still love me?� Mark sat the wash cloth on the side of the sink and lifted Wendy�s chin. �If I didn�t love you Wendy, Then I would not have cared about you and Ricky in the closet.� Wendy focused her eyes away from Marks stern gaze. �Wendy. I love you very much sweetheart but you must learn to obey me, and I hope you have learned to never lie to me. Especially about something so serious.� �I�m sorry Daddy.� �I hope never to have to give you such a harsh whipping again. Now go on and eat you supper, then get into bed.� Wendy walked from the bathroom and started across the hall. As she entered the door, she turned. �Daddy. Can Alex come and eat supper with me? Mark raised his brow. �No she may not young lady. You are still being punished. Now go on to your room.� Though his words weren�t harsh, Wendy held back the tears until she had closed the door. She walked past the dinner tray sitting on the table, picked up her teddy and crawled into the window seat. Wendy starred across the courtyard into the window of the cafeteria as Children dressed in navy blue and white stood in line waiting for their supper. Wendy didn�t remember ever having missed supper before. Wendy sat for a while and watched, then ate her supper. She peeked out the door before heading to the bathroom. Wendy wondered about her friends. She wondered what Alex and Sarah would think but mostly she worried about Ricky. Wendy returned to her room, and dug through the bureau drawer for fresh pajamas. As the crisp clean pajamas slid over Wendy bottom, she winced. She hated the reminder of her disobedience and she wondered how long the stinging stripes left from her fathers belt would last. Whether it be Hours or days, Wendy knew the disappointment she saw on her fathers face was far worse than any strapping he gave. Her heart ached for his hugs and kisses. Wendy grabbed Teddy and crawled into bed. |