| Chapter Seventeen Double Trouble |
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| It was Saturday December 20th, a day that many had been looking forward to for a long time. Ricky would be coming home, but Wendy wasn�t going to get to be there to greet him. Wendy lay in her bed, and watched as Jessica scurried around the room. She couldn�t understand how Daddy could have been so cruel as to punish her to her room when he knew this was the day she had been waiting for, for a long time now. �Are you going to get out of bed?� Jessica asked. �What�s the point? I can�t go anywhere.� Jessica stopped, and stood at the end of Wendy�s bed. �Gosh, I would so hate to be stuck in here for two days.� she smiled, then went back to getting dressed. Finally she grabbed her shoes, and headed for the door. Wendy caught a brief glimpse of the bustling in the hall, as Jessica opened the door and slipped out. When the room fell quiet again, Wendy snuggled under her covers, and closed her eyes. This was going to be a long, terribly boring day. Wendy pictured Ricky in her head, and what she would have said to him when he returned. She imagined them spending the entire day together, just the two of them. �Wendy! Get up!� Wendy opened her eyes. Her father was standing just inside the door of her room. She quickly sat up. �Good morning Daddy.� Wendy stretched, and yawned. �Oh, are you speaking to me this morning?� Wendy scowled at him. She suddenly remembered that she had decided not to speak to him, so she didn�t answer. Mark went to her bed, and pulled back the covers. �Come on, Wendy. Get out of bed, and get dressed.� What�s the point? I can�t go out of my room.� �Your help is needed in the cafeteria this morning.� Wendy looked at her father with a half smile. Had he changed his mind? Wendy jumped out of bed and headed for her closet. �Don�t get me wrong, because you are still being punished. They are short handed in the kitchen this morning.� Wendy stopped, and turned toward her father. �I�m working in the kitchen?� �Yes, you are going to help serve breakfast, then you will be doing dishes. I will be waiting in the hall, Now get dressed!� Mark turned and left the room. Wendy slammed open the closet door, and yanked out some clothes. She threw them across the room, pulled off her pajamas, then threw them across the room as well. She couldn�t believe Daddy had punished her this way. Even though she didn�t want to be confined to her room, at least she could have done her own thing. Now she would have to work instead of dream. Wendy dressed, then opened the door. �Ready?� Mark asked. Wendy didn�t reply. �No, I don�t think you are. Straighten that face, and while you�re at it, work on the attitude too.� Wendy knew what he meant, so she uncrossed her arms, and tried to remove the scowl that covered her face. �That�s much better,� he replied. Mark had been outside the door while she was getting dressed, and he could tell by the sounds coming from the other side of the door, that Wendy was throwing a little tizzy fit. On the way down, Wendy listened as Mark told her what her day would be like. She would help serve breakfast, then wash dishes. When the cook dismissed her, she was to sit on a chair inside the kitchen until Mark returned for her. Then she would return again, and work the lunch shift. He also told her if her attitude didn�t improve, and she didn�t behave, she would work the dinner shift as well. �I am serving lunch too?� she asked. Maybe she would see Ricky in the line. That would make her happy. �You will be working in the kitchen, but you won�t be serving.� Wendy stopped when they got to the bottom of the stairs, and crossed her arms. Mark turned and stared at her. �You are getting really close to getting an attitude adjustment, young lady!� Wendy looked up at her father. His eyes were scolding, and the veins in the side of his neck stuck out. �I thought my punishment was to be confined to my room, now you�ve changed it to working. That�s not fair!� �Yes, your punishment was to be confined to your room, but they are short handed in the kitchen today, so you will work there, and I don�t want to hear another word about it! Now let�s go!� Mark turned and started to walk down the hall, but Wendy stayed by the stairs. Mark took a few steps, then stopped. �Don�t make me come get you!� Wendy knew she had best not push him much further, so she relaxed her arms, and ran to catch up with him. Mark placed his hand on the back of Wendy�s neck, escorted her through the cafeteria and into the kitchen. Frantic, but happy to see Wendy, The cook quickly put an apron over her head, turned Wendy by the shoulders, and tied it for her. She thanked Mark for the extra help, then showed Wendy what she wanted done. Wendy dished up hot scrambled eggs into a pan, and filled another with pancakes. She filled syrup containers, and frosted some small danish. By the time the kids started to come, Wendy had been given a clean apron, and placed in front of the pan of pancakes. �Give them only two pancakes, no matter how many they ask for, understand?� �Yes Ma�am. Wendy always thought the lines for food were long, but until she had to pass out pancakes, she never realized just how long it took to serve breakfast. She couldn�t believe these ladies did this every day. When breakfast was finished, the cook, and the other grownups in the kitchen scurried around picking up dirty pans, and clearing off the hot food line. Wendy stood still as they rushed around her. It made her dizzy. �Come, come! We have much more work to do.� the head cook stated. Wendy followed her over to where all the children turned in their dirty dishes. �You need to stand here and make sure they stack their plates, and put their utensils and cups in the right tub. When the cart gets full, grab another from over there, and put it out. Then bring the full one into the kitchen so they can be washed. As soon as all the children have gone, I will give you a cart with a tub of water on it, and you will go wash tables.� �Do I have to do the dishes too?� �Ohhh no, my child. If I let you wash, you would be here until the end of the day. Just wash the tables, then you will be done.� Wendy watched as the cook scurried away. She was certainly glad she didn�t have her job. Wendy watched as the kids brought up their dishes, and placed them in the appropriate tubs. She only had to help a couple of smaller children with getting their plates onto the top shelf. It wasn�t so bad just standing there, but the smell of breakfast was making her hungry. She had been so busy, that she had forgotten her own breakfast. When the line ended, Wendy wheeled the last cart of dishes to the dishwasher. When she turned, she couldn�t believe how clean the kitchen looked. �Here, take this cart out, and wash all the tables. When you are finished, you may eat breakfast.� By the time she finished with the tables, it was nearly ten o�clock. Wendy�s was really hungry. She wheeled the cart back into the kitchen, and pushed it over to the sink. �May I have something to eat now?� she asked. The cook looked at Wendy�s cart. �As soon as you dump your water, and wipe the cart, you may.� Wendy went back to the cart, dumped the water, and wiped the cart down. She didn�t know what point eating now would be, all the pancakes were cold. Wendy felt like crying. She looked around the kitchen for the chair her father had mentioned. She took a seat, and waited. A couple of minutes later, the cook approached. �You are such a wonderful helper. Tell me what you would like to eat, and I shall make it up especially for you.� Wendy shrugged, then wiped her tears. �How about a cheese and potato omelet?� the cook asked. Wendy smiled. �That would be great. Thank you!� Wendy sat, and watched the cook whip up her omelet like it was magic. In just a few short minutes, Wendy took a seat at the little table in the far corner, and ate the most delicious omelet she had ever tasted. Before she could finish, Mark walked into the kitchen. Wendy suddenly remembered she was being punished, and that she wasn�t speaking to her father, she decided not to look at him either. �When do you want her for the lunch shift?� �I think about fifteen minutes before we start to serve.� the cook replied. �If you don�t need her to serve in the line, I think she could clean up back here. She is being punished, and visiting with her friends in line, isn�t what I intended.� Wendy looked up, and scowled. How could he be so mean! �Certainly. I will set her up to work on the dishes, then when all the children are gone, she can wipe tables again.� �That will be just fine,� Mark replied. Wendy stood up, grabbed her plate, and dumped what was left of her omelet into the trash. �Thank you for making my breakfast.� �I will see you at lunch, Wendy.� Wendy turned and glared at Mark. She brushed by him and headed out of the kitchen. She walked quickly through the cafeteria, and headed for the hall. She headed straight for the stairs, but as she reached them, she turned and looked for her father. He wasn�t there. Wendy took her time getting back to her room. Jessica wasn�t there, so Wendy took her book out from under her pillow, jumped into the window seat, and started to read. Half way through the paragraph, the door opened, and Alex walked in. Wendy�s eyes widened. �Alex, don�t come in here!� Wendy jumped up and ran to her. �I know I shouldn�t be in here, but I thought you would like to know, Ricky should be here sometime after lunch. I watched, and listened this morning when they were talking at breakfast. Mr. Stein is going to get him, and they will be back sometime after lunch. If you�re sitting in the window, you might get to see him.� �Daddy is being totally unfair, and he is making me work in the kitchen after lunch.� �Well hurry, so you won�t miss him.� �Thanks. Now you better get out of here. If we get caught, Daddy will spank me for sure, and probably you too.� Alex turned and hurried through the door, and Wendy returned to her book. A few minutes before noon, Mark returned for Wendy. He escorted her to the cafeteria in silence. Wendy took to doing the dishes as soon as they started coming in, and as soon as all of the children left the cafeteria, the cook sent her out to wash tables. She washed as quickly as she could so she could get back to her room. After she dumped the water, and washed the cart, Wendy hurried from the kitchen, ran down the hall, and up the stairs to her room. She changed into some dry clothes, then took a seat in the window to watch for Ricky. A few minutes later, Mark entered her room, then closed the door behind him. �Come here!� Wendy�s eyes widened. She knew what she had done wrong. She put her book down and slowly walked to Mark. �I went to the kitchen, and you weren�t there. It is a good thing you came back to you room, young lady or you would be getting the spanking of your life. Why did you not obey me, and wait in the chair?� Wendy spoke as softly as she could. �My clothes were really wet from the dishes. I wanted to get into some dry things. I�m sorry, Daddy, but they felt awful, all wet like that.� Mark took a deep breath. �Well, ok. I�m sorry I jumped on you for not waiting. You had good reason to do so, and you did come straight to your room.� �Can I go back to my book now?� �Yes you may. I will bring you up some fruit, and some juice later.� Mark turned and left the room. Wendy took a deep breath, and returned to the window. A couple minutes later, she heard her door open, and Alex�s head peeked in. �They�re back!� she stated, then closed the door. Wendy placed the marker in her book, and tossed it onto the bed. She opened the window, and waited until she saw Ricky and Mr. Stein walking through the courtyard. She scrunched down onto her tummy, then stuck her head out the window. When Ricky looked up, she smiled, and waved. Ricky smiled, and waved back to her. Mr. Stein looked up, and saw Wendy hanging out of the window. He stopped, and yelled at her. �You get yourself back in that window before you fall and break your neck!� Wendy ignored him. �Ricky, I�ve missed you! I�m grounded, but I won�t be forever. I will see you tomorrow.� �Wendy, get back before you fall!� Ricky shouted. He smiled, then waved. �Right now, young lady!� Mr. Stein yelled. Wendy scooted back in, pulled herself up, and looked out. �Don�t think your father isn�t going to hear about this!� Wendy looked out through the opening, waved again, then closed the window. She watched as Mr. Stein took Ricky by the arm, and hurried him into the building. Wendy wondered how many minutes she had before Mr. Stein told her father what she had done. When she turned around, Alex was standing in the doorway. �What was all that yelling?� she asked. Wendy told her what she had done, and said that she had better go before her father came up. Alex scurried through the door, and ran to the stairs. Wendy peeked out, and watched Alex go to the stairs, then turn back toward the hall. �I will tell you if I see him.� Wendy stayed in the doorway, and Alex peeked over the balcony. Suddenly Alex jumped up, and ran toward Wendy. �He�s coming! He�s coming! Alex yelled! Alex ran past Wendy, and headed to her own room. She ran inside and closed the door. As much as she wanted to help Wendy, she hadn�t had any part in hanging out of the window, and she didn�t want to be seen anywhere near Wendy�s room. Wendy closed the door, and ran to her bed. She had been angry all day at her father for being so unfair in his punishment. It hadn�t been her intention for Mr. Stein to see her, and it hadn�t been her intention to earn a spanking, but when Mr. Stein saw her, she figured that she might as well make it worth it. That was why she spoke to Ricky. Suddenly her bedroom door flew open, and Mark entered the room. Wendy gulped when she saw his face; maybe she had gone a bit too far this time. Mark slammed the door, and reached for his belt. By the time he reached her, the belt had been pulled from the loops, and doubled. Wendy scooted back, but she couldn�t get far enough away. Mark grabbed her arm and pulled her from the bed. Though she didn�t want him to whip her, she knew it would be pointless to try and beg him not to. Swoosh Smack, Swoosh, Smack, Swoosh, Smack, Swoosh, Whack. Mark didn�t scold; he just kept spanking. Wendy cried, and jumped forward, but she couldn�t avoid the belt. The spanks came harder than usual, and Daddy�s grip seemed really angry. Finally, Mark stopped after about ten spanks. He turned Wendy toward him and gave her a little shake. �Hanging out of the window!� He turned her around and gave her two more swats with the belt. �Daddy, nooooo. Owwwww,� Mark turned her around again to face him. �I know now what you have been up to all day. Working things out in that little mind of yours just how you could get around your punishment. Wet clothes indeed!� Mark quickly took a seat, and yanked her across his knee. Wendy struggled a little, but Mark was in no mood to put up with her shenanigans. He secured her tightly, lifted the skirt of her jumper, and bared her bottom. He picked up the belt, and tanned Wendy�s hide. Wendy yelped, and screamed each time the belt smacked her bottom. This was by far the worst spanking Daddy had ever given her. She was a mess when he tossed the belt onto her bed, and pulled her from his knee. �You have been working on naughtiness all day. Get your pajamas on, and get your butt into bed!� Wendy stepped out of her underwear, slipped off her jumper, and waddled over to her dresser. She stood with her back to her father as she took off her blouse. She replaced it with a baggy shirt, then grabbed some clean undies. She was crying non-stop, and her head shook as hiccups escaped her now and again. She picked up her clothes, and tossed them into the hamper, then grabbed her undies and headed back to her bed. As she walked by, Mark took her by the arm. �Don�t you ever hang out that window again!� He stood up, leaned her forward, and proceeded to spank her across her bare red cheeks, again. Ten spanks later, he took her by the arm, and put her into her bed. Wendy�s clean undies lay crumpled on the floor. When Mark closed the door, he went across the hall, to Alex�s room. She jumped when he entered. Mark pointed at Alex. �Don�t think for a minute, that I don�t know that you had something to do with this. I know you went in there today. I heard you, and I saw you. He approached her and took her by the arm. �No!� Alex cried. �Don�t� Mark seated himself on the bed, and pulled her across his knee. Alex started crying. Mark lifted her jumper, pulled down her panties, and started spanking. Alex jumped, and wailed with each spank. She wiggled her feet, and tried to get free, but Mark had her securely. He gave Alex fifteen spanks, and let her up. �Pajamas, and bed! And your mother will be hearing about this!� Mark stood, and left the room. Alex quickly changed, and crawled into bed. On his way by, he opened Wendy�s bedroom door. She was in bed, crying. Mark saw his belt lying on the end of her bed. He entered, and when Wendy heard the clang of the buckle, she looked up. Mark was putting the belt back into his pants. �I am ashamed of your behavior, and Wendy, if you ever hang out that window again, I will nail it shut.� Mark finished buckling his belt. �That was a very dangerous thing to do.� Wendy turned her head to her pillow and continued to cry. Mark closed the door, and headed down the stairs. When Mark told Patricia what had happened, and she heard that both of the girls had received a spanking, she waited until just before bedtime, then headed upstairs to check on them. First she went to Alex. Alex�s eyes were still puffy from all the crying, and when Patricia entered, she threw herself on her mother and wailed. �He spanked me again!� �I know he did. Did you deserve it, young lady?� Alex pulled herself from her mother, and looked at her. �Do you think that you didn�t deserve to get a spanking?� Realizing where this was going, Alex replied. �No Ma�am.� �If you deserved to be spanked, then I want you to say it!� Alex looked at Patricia. �Go on!� Patricia scolded. �I was bad today. I deserved my spanking.� �That�s a good girl. Now go down the hall, use the bathroom, then come back here. I am going to go talk to Wendy, then I will be back to tuck you in.� �Do I have to go to bed now? They are going to watch a movie downstairs.� �Yes, you have to go to bed now. It is part of your punishment that Mark gave you, and I won�t go against it.� Alex turned, and headed down the hall as Patricia entered Wendy�s room. She was still in her bed, and she was still crying. Patricia took a seat on the bed next to her. �Well, young lady! Seems as though you had quite a day.� �Yes, Ma�am.� �Are you going to be hanging out of any more windows?� Wendy shook her head. �I want you to go down the hall, and use the bathroom, then come back.� Wendy crawled out of bed, and went down the hall. Alex was inside the bathroom, when she entered. �Alex, you�ve been crying?� �Your Dad gave me a spanking right after he gave you one.� Wendy wrapped her arms around her. �I�m sorry, Alex.� �It�s ok. Is my mother still in your room?� Wendy nodded. �Come on you two!� Alex, and Wendy turned, then headed out the door. Wendy stood in the hall, as Patricia and Alex disappeared. Patricia took a seat on Alex�s bed and pulled her in front of her. �Are you going to spank me too, Mother?� �Well, that depends on you. I should put you across my knee, and give you a good tanning, but I think Mark gave you enough of a sting. Instead I have something I want you to do.� �What is it, Mother?� �Tomorrow after church, I want you to write a letter to Mark. I expect you to apologize for your involvement with Wendy and the breaking of her punishment. I want you to say that you understand why you deserved your spanking. I know you will write a great letter. �But Mother!� Patricia took on a stern tone. �There is a paddle just down the hall. Do I need to go get it?� Alex stood straight. �No Ma�am.� �You can work on the letter now, and after church tomorrow. You can give it to him during supper.� �Yes, Ma�am.� Patricia hugged Alex, then headed down the hall. Wendy was back in bed when Patricia entered the room, and took a seat on her bed. She saw the crumpled underpants on the floor. �Do you not have any panties on?� Wendy shook her head. �Turn onto your side, and let me take a look.� Wendy turned onto her side. Patricia pulled the covers down, and lifted the back of her shirt. �Well I must say, your father did give you quite a spanking. Do you want me to get you something to help?� Wendy turned her head. �No. It�s ok.� Patricia pulled her shirt back down, and replaced the covers. She leaned over, and gave Wendy a kiss. �No more hanging out of windows, Ok?� Wendy nodded. Patricia, turned out the light, and headed back downstairs. She had intended on scolding her, but she felt Wendy had been punished enough. |