| Chapter Nine A Difficult Thing To Do |
| As the weeks passed, Wendy finally started to feel a bit at ease and had settled into a rhythm in her duties around the school. She and Jessica had become very good friends and often stayed up late into the night giggling and talking. During her time out of classes, Wendy kept out of trouble by keeping an eye on Sarah. She had started to learn just what Mark meant when he said Sarah could be a hand full. Wendy loved Sarah, but she definitely had no concept of right and wrong. If Sarah wanted to do something, she simply did it. On Thursday afternoon during math class, the children were more rambunctious than usual so the teacher assigned more homework as a punishment to the entire class. That night Wendy found it impossible to entertain Sarah. As dinner time approached and her work finished, Wendy noticed that Sarah hadn�t even come to see if she could play. After she put her books away, Wendy wandered across the hall to check on her little charge. Sarah nor Emily were there. Wendy looked in a couple more rooms, but they weren�t there either. She checked the bathrooms and a couple of the play rooms, still no sigh of Sarah or Emily. As she headed down another hall, Jessica approached. "Jessica, have you seen Sarah this afternoon at all?" Wendy asked. "No Wendy, I haven't seen her at all. Do you want me to help you look for her?" "Yes and if you find her, keep her with you, and then come find me.� "Sure, no problem,� Jessica replied. Wendy decided to go check her room again, incase they had missed each other. As she was ascending the stairs, some girls were coming down the stairs giggling to themselves. "Hi Wendy, they said as they passed. Oh um Wendy, do you know where Sarah is?" the girl asked as she continued to giggle. "No I don't know where she is, but for some reason I think you do, so why don't you tell me before I punch you," she replied. " Well you don't have to get so snotty about it, if you must know, I just saw your dad taking her to her room and he didn�t look to happy with her," she replied. Wendy didn't wait for her to finish, she tore up the stairs and raced toward the hall. She rounded the corner just in time to hear the door close. As she got closer she heard Sarah calling for her. "Wendy, Wendy, Wendy," Sarah cried. �Daddy Daddy no," Wendy heard her cry as she ran down the hall toward the room. Wendy didn�t even think about the consequences. She burst into the room, just in time to see her dad land one smack on little Sarah's upturned bottom. "NOOOOOOO," Wendy yelled. Sarah had been placed over Marks knee. Her little dress had been lifted and her panties had been pulled down to reveal her tiny little bottom for punishment. Mark held his hand in mid air as he turned and looked at Wendy standing in the doorway. When Sarah saw Wendy, she held out both hands and cried. "Sissy, sissy, woo hooo," Sarah cried as she kicked her legs. This display of disobedience didn't set well with him and he began to scold Wendy. "Young lady, I suggest you leave, now!!" he ordered, as he held tight onto Sarah. "No! I wont leave. You put me in charge of her and I won't let you spank her.� "What did you say young lady? You won't allow me to spank this naughty little girl?" Mark pulled Sarah up and sat her on her bed, �Stay,� he ordered. Mark stood up and approached Wendy. I suggest you go find something to do while I discipline this naughty little girl.� Mark turned Wendy and pushed her toward the door. "No, I can't," she said in a calm quiet voice. "I am trying to teach this child to obey the rules, and when you bust in here and defy me like this, you are breaking the rules too. She will never learn. Now you get! He scolded as he pointed toward the door. "Don't you see I can't go,� she replied. �I want to obey you, but I can't abandon Sarah.� As much as Wendy defiance kept him from carrying out the punishment, Mark understood her reasoning and the situation she was in. He stood there quiet for a moment as he looked at Sarah and then back at Wendy. "You're right, you can't leave, but Sarah was very naughty and she needs to be punished. Sarah, tell Wendy what you did.� Sarah looked at Wendy from her bed, she wished Wendy didn't have to know, and it hurt her to have to tell. Sarah knew that a terrible spanking awaited her and she would do anything to stall or avoid it all together. "I, I um did something bad," she confessed, as she sat on her bed as the sting of that one swat still stuck to her bottom. Wendy walked past Mark and sat on the bed next to her, "What did you do little one?" "I painted things, with art paint,� she replied as she looked at the floor. "Sarah, what did you paint?" she asked. "Um, um toilets and sinks," she replied. "Wendy jumped from the bed. What! You did what? Sarah how could you? "I'm sorry Wendy. I'm sorry.� Sarah began to realize from Wendy's reaction that her behavior might have indeed been bad. Sarah, stay on your bed,� Mark instructed. �Wendy lets go into the hall and talk. Mark and Wendy went into the hall and a couple steps away so Sarah couldn�t hear their conversation. Wendy, do you still think she shouldn't be spanked?" Wendy didn't know what to say, maybe she was wrong in stopping the spanking. After all she was just a kid herself and did bad things too. She couldn't answer him, so she just looked at the floor. �Wendy, we have a little problem. �You see, she does look up to you and she learns by example. Look at me when I'm talking young lady,� he scolded. �You are being very disobedient and I can�t have you interfering in a punishment that is justly deserved.� �I know she is being bad, but she is so little. She doesn�t know any better. �Sarah May not know any better, but she needs to learn. She needs to be taught right from wrong and if a spanking is what she needs, then a spanking is what she shall get.� �No please. Let me talk to her and explain how naughty she�s been.� Mark placed his hand on Wendy�s shoulder and looked down at her. �You know you�re right about one thing. I did put you in charge of her and since you don�t want me to spank her, then you shall spank her.� "What? no no I can't, Wendy cried. I can't spank her, I can't!� "Not only will you, but you will explain to her about her naughty behavior and how such behavior earns a spanking. That what she did was wrong and that you were wrong to intervene.� "No, I can't do it," Wendy Cried. "Then go back downstairs, and don't interfere again Wendy," Mark turned and headed for Sarah�s bedroom door. Wendy watched as Mark walked away. She didn�t want to have to punish Sarah, but Wendy knew deep down that Sarah had been very naughty. Though she didn�t want to spank her, she quickly figured that a spanking from her would be less harsh than a spanking from Mark. Wendy ran toward Mark just as he reached the doorway. "No wait. I will do it!" "Come with me.� Wendy followed mark to the small closet at the end of the hall. Mark entered then returned with a small oval paddle and handed it to Wendy. �You will do a thorough job or I will finish it. Do you understand me?," "Yes sir,� she replied as she reached out and took the paddle from him. �Can I talk to her first?" Mark nodded his head in approval. As she entered the room, Sarah saw the paddle in Wendy's hand. She knew she was in trouble. "Sarah, sit on your bed and listen to me." Sarah obeyed, but wasn't sure if she liked the sternness in Wendy�s voice. "You and me both did something bad today. You were very bad and I was wrong to interfere in your punishment. I talked bad to Mark and I shouldn't have. I love you, and I don't want to spank you, but I have to," she said. "Noo no no Wendy don't spank me. I promise to be good I do, Sarah begged as the tears developed in the corners of her eyes. Wendy sat the paddle on the bed next to her and she motioned for Sarah to come. At first Sarah was reluctant, but she didn't want Wendy to be mad at her, so she obeyed. Wendy pulled Sarah close to her and wrapped her arms around her. "Sarah, "I don't want to spank you, but you did a very naughty thing and when you�re naughty, you get a spanking.� Sarah shook her head no. �Do you want Mark to spank you then?� Wendy asked. "No Wendy no, you spank me then, not Daddy," she replied as the fear built in her tummy and the tears began to flow. Wendy took hold of Sarah�s wrist and pulled her from the bed. Wendy pulled Sarah around in front of her. Wendy slowly unbuttoned Sarah's dress and lifted it over her head. "Sarah, take off your panties, and put them on your bed,� Wendy ordered. Sarah slowly reached up and slid them down. She let them drop to the floor, picked them up and laid them on her bed like she had been told. "I'm ready Wendy," she cried. Wendy took hold of Sarah's face. I'm sorry sweetie, but I have to spank you or Mark will.� Wendy and Sarah both glanced over at the door. Their father figure was standing in the door, making sure that the punishment was carried out to his satisfaction. Wendy pulled Sarah across her lap and Mr. Johnson helped to position Sarah for punishment. As Wendy raised the paddle and descended it onto her little charges helpless bottom, she let out a little yelp. Wendy knew the paddle did have a bit of a sting to it. Wendy lifted the paddle again and brought it down with as much force as there was in the arms of an eleven year old girl. Sarah let out a little screech and the tears started flowing as Wendy continued to punish. However as each swat descended, Sarah's tears weren't the only ones flowing. Wendy cried as much as Sarah. So much that she could hardly focus her eyes on the intended target area. Wendy wanted to make sure she did a thorough job, to keep Sarah from feeling the power and strength of Marks hand. Wendy kept the paddle moving, not even sure how many she had given. As the paddle flew through the air, and headed toward its target, Mr. Johnson finally reached out and took hold of Wendy's arm. "That is enough," he replied. He took the paddle, and left the room. Wendy scooped Sarah up and cradled her. Sarah continued to yelp and hiccup in pain as Wendy cradled her in her arms. "I'm sorry Sarah, I'm sorry, so sorry. I didn't want to," "It's ok sissyyyy," Sarah cried, as she hugged Wendy back. As the evening wore on, no one saw neither Sarah nor Wendy that night at dinner. Wendy couldn't leave Sarah until she had fallen asleep. By this time, it was almost 8:30 and she didn't see the point. Wendy didn't care what happened, she decided to stay with Sarah all night long. |
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