| Ricky's Promise Chapter Eighteen |
The next morning Wendy didn�t feel much like getting out of bed. She remembered what her father had said about having to sit between Patricia and him during church, but the more she thought about what she had done, and the look on her father�s face as he took off his belt, the worse she felt. Wendy didn�t know if she could face him today. She had disobeyed him on purpose, and she had done it in a way that had been obvious. She knew she hadn�t tried to hide it. It was her way of telling him she could do as she pleased. As Wendy rolled onto her back, her bottom reminded her that she had surely paid for doing as she pleased. As she lay snuggled under the covers, she thought about Ricky. It had been such a long time since she had been near him, and seeing him even from three stories up, she realized just how much she really missed him. She wondered if word had gotten around to him yet about her punishment. Wendy wondered if Ricky would be mad at her. He had yelled for her to get in the window too, but he had smiled also. Wendy suddenly felt nervous at the thought of him being angry with her. She had to find out. �Get out of bed!� Wendy turned her head to see Jessica standing in the doorway. �Why should I?� �Because Daddy is on his way up!� Wendy�s eyes widened. She kicked off her covers and jumped out of bed. She ran to the closet and grabbed her clothes. �Will you watch for me? Tell Daddy I am getting dressed.� Jessica slipped through the door, and Wendy tossed her clothes onto the bed. She quickly removed her pajamas, and started dressing when she heard a knock. �I�m not dressed yet!� she yelled. She quickly slipped on her blouse, then slipped her jumper over her head, grabbed it by the bottom, and pulled it into place. When she slipped her panties up over her bottom, she squinted her eyes, and pursed her lips. The last time she had gotten such a hard spanking, had been when Daddy had pulled her and Ricky from the linen closet. Wendy slipped on her stockings, and then grabbed her shoes. When she opened the door, her father stood waiting. Wendy cast her eyes down to the floor. �Fix your hair!� Mark ordered. Wendy turned and went back into her room. She picked up a brush and quickly ran it through her hair. She gathered her hair into a ponytail and wrapped a scrunchie around it. When she turned back toward the door she caught a glimpse of her father�s face. She didn�t know if it was her imagination, but he still looked angry with her. When Wendy started to walk through the door, Mark stopped her by placing his hand on her shoulder. �Wendy.� Wendy slowly looked up. �Yes, sir?� �I am not the least bit happy with your behavior lately, so I suggest you be on your best behavior today. Do you understand what I am saying?� Wendy�s tummy knotted. �Yes, sir.� �You will eat, attend church, and then return to your room. You will spend all of tomorrow in your room as well.� Wendy opened her mouth, but decided it would be better not to argue with him about her extended punishment. It was her fault, and she would have to deal with it. Wendy nodded. Mark took her hand, and they walked down to breakfast together. Wendy picked out a carton of milk, and a frosted Danish. She sat between her father and Patricia, through breakfast and the entire church service. Mark made her stay for adult church instead of going to children�s service. This told Wendy, that he was indeed angry. She didn�t see Ricky at breakfast, but she did get a glimpse of him when he entered the church. He sat by his father until children�s church started. Wendy longed to be able to touch him, and to have him touch her. When church was over many people stood around to visit, while some headed back to the school for Sunday brunch. As soon as Wendy left the church, she felt her father�s hand take her by the arm, and escort her back to her room. He opened her door, pointed for her to enter, and then closed the door behind her. It didn�t bother her to have to stay in her room, but he did it in such a mean way. Wendy felt a tear fall down her cheek. She felt bad for making him so upset with her. Wendy grabbed a small blanket, and crawled into the window. If she couldn�t be with others, at least she could still see them. Her window afforded her full view of the courtyard, playground, and cafeteria windows. Everyone seemed like they were having a great time. Wendy wished she hadn�t made her father so angry. As she sat there contemplating what to do with the rest of her day, she watched as everyone ate. After most of the cafeteria emptied, and many of the Sunday guests left, Wendy heard her door open. She turned from the window and watched as Mark set a tray on the table, glanced at her, and then left closing the door behind him. Wendy wondered how many more chances she had left before her father decided not to speak to her ever again. Wendy left the sanctuary of the window, picked up the tray of food, and placed it in the window beside her. As she was eating, she caught a glimpse of a familiar form walking through the courtyard. Wendy blinked to make sure that she wasn�t imagining things. She wasn't seeing things at all. It was Ricky. She watched as he slowly walked through the courtyard, and around the side of the building. He had his hands in his coat pockets, and was staring at the ground as he walked. Wendy's heart skipped a beat and a smile developed on her face. The blanket that had been wrapped around her fell to the floor, as Wendy jumped up and grabbed her shoes. She ran back to the window and looked out, but Ricky had vanished. She grabbed her coat and headed for the door. As she reached for the knob, she stopped. If I go out of this room, and Daddy finds out, I will get another whipping. He�s already pretty mad at me. Wendy dropped her coat back onto the table, slipped off her shoes, and went to her bed. Tears developed in the corners of her eyes, and then ran down her cheeks. Being punished to one�s room wasn�t fun at all. A few minutes later Wendy�s door opened again. She looked up from her bed to see who had entered, only to find Mark approaching. Though she hadn�t done anything wrong, the look on his face made her feel as though she had. She watched as he passed her, picked up the tray from the window, and without a word left the room. Wendy burst into tears. Suddenly she felt someone start to pull her from the bed. She opened her eyes and looked up. Her father had returned. Wendy didn�t struggle as Mark pulled her into a seated position, then lifted her into his arms, and squeezed her tight. �I�m so sorry, Daddy. I shouldn�t have disobeyed you.� Mark never spoke, he just held Wendy in his arms. Finally, he took a seat on the bed, and pulled Wendy onto his lap. He took hold of her chin and turned her face toward his. �I won�t apologize for whipping you. You disobeyed me, and you did so with great intention. You deserved the spanking you got.� �Yes, sir, I know, and I�m sorry, Daddy. I don�t want you to not speak to me. I don�t like it when you treat me that way.� �I know you don�t, and it isn�t my intention to hurt your feelings. I am just angry, so I figure that not speaking is better than yelling,� Mark replied. Wendy reached up and wiped the tears from her eyes. �I wouldn�t have done it, but I was just so angry with you for punishing me to my room when you knew how long I�ve been waiting for Ricky to come home. It just wasn�t fair.� �You aren�t going to think my punishments are fair, but I will stand by this one. I gave it a lot of thought, and I won�t change it. You will stay in your room for the entire day tomorrow. Is that understood?� Wendy looked away, and then looked back. �I don�t like the punishment, and I think it�s an unfair punishment, but I will obey you.� Mark gave Wendy a hug. �Now, is there anything else I can bring you to eat?� Wendy shook her head. �Very well then, I will bring something up around six for supper. I want you in bed by eight.� �Yes, sir.� Mark scooted Wendy from his lap, and headed out the door. After her father's footsteps could no longer be heard, Wendy returned to her bed, and fell asleep. �Wendy, wake up sweetie.� Wendy turned over and rubbed her eyes. Patricia sat on the edge of her bed. �What time is it?� Wendy asked. �It�s around five. When I came up earlier you were asleep then too. You really should wake up or you�re going to be up all night long.� Wendy and Patricia chatted briefly. Wendy found out from the conversation that her father had to run to the hospital with Nadia. Nadia had snuck a couple of cookies, and they had made her sick. Then Patricia brought up Ricky, and her sudden need to hang out of a third story window. Wendy liked talking to Patricia, even if she was being scolded; It made her feel closer to her. After Patricia left, Wendy picked the blanket up off the floor, wrapped it around her and sat down in the window again. Wendy could tell it had cooled down considerably, because some frost had formed on the window. As she stared out of the window in no particular direction, she heard a door slam. She looked down into the courtyard again. When she eyed the small figure, bundled in a warm coat and scarf, Wendy sat up straight. She saw Ricky walking down the sidewalk, through the courtyard, and disappear around the corner. Wendy jumped from the window, slipped on her shoes, and grabbed her coat. When she reached for the knob, she hesitated. She knew she shouldn�t leave her room, but her father wasn�t home. She could slip out the side door, and be back in her room before anyone noticed that she was missing. Wendy put on her coat, peeked around the corner of the door, and then headed down the hall. She passed a couple of younger girls on the stairs, but they didn�t seem to make any gestures as if they knew she shouldn�t be there. Wendy reached the main floor, looked around, and then headed for the exit door at the end of the hall. She walked through the frosted grass along the building, and when she reached the end, she peeked around. She could see the parking lot and the courtyard, but no sign of Ricky. Could he have gone back inside already? Wendy ran along the front, through the courtyard, and to the other side of the building. She walked past the swings, stopped, and looked around. Ricky wasn�t there. Had she imagined the whole thing? Could Ricky still be confined to his room? She had to continue to look. She walked a little further and rounded the other side of the building. She stood and stared as if he had suddenly disappeared. As she started to turn back toward the school she saw an arm reach from the other side of the tree and throw a couple of walnuts that had fallen from its branches. She smiled and headed in his direction. She hadn't imagined seeing him at all. Her footsteps made a crumpling sound in the frosted grass as she walked closer. "Hi, Ricky," she said as he peaked from around the tree. Ricky jumped up. "Wendy!" He tossed down a handful of walnuts, and walked toward her. When they met, Ricky wrapped his arms around her. She rested her head on his chest and closed her eyes. She had missed him so much. When she turned her head and looked up into his eyes, she could see tears. "Are you crying?" she asked. Ricky quickly reached up and wiped them away with the cuff of his glove. "I didn't know that anyone saw me come out here." "I saw you," she replied. Ricky took hold of her hand, and they walked back to the walnut tree. Together, they both took a seat on the ground below the tree. "I see that your dad let you out of your room." Wendy looked up. �Well not exactly,� she replied. Ricky raised his brows. �You snuck out?� �I had to see you!� Wendy looked down at the ground. �Are you angry with me?� Ricky stood up, and reached for Wendy�s hand �Yes I am angry with you! I don�t want you getting punished because of me. You should go back to your room before your dad finds out that you�re missing.� Wendy stayed seated. �He won�t find out. He isn�t here right now. Please let me stay!� Ricky looked down at Wendy. It had been a very long time since they had seen each other, and he realized just how much he had missed her. He took a seat on the ground next to her. "Where are your gloves?" he asked. Wendy looked down at her hands. "Ohh I guess I forgot," she replied. "Wear mine," he stated as he pulled them off and slipped them onto Wendy's hands. "Is that better?" he asked. "Much better,� she replied as she continued to stare at him. �I can�t believe I am looking at you.� Wendy scooted a little closer to him. "Are you ok now, Ricky?" "I'm ok now, Wendy," he replied. He smiled at her then wrapped his arm around her. Wendy rested her head on his shoulder. "Ricky, tell me why you were crying?" �It�s not important anymore. What is important, is for you to do what your dad tells you so you won�t get anymore whippings like the one he gave you yesterday.� Embarrassed, Wendy looked away. Ricky reached up with his left hand and turned her face toward his. �Don�t look away! I know what happened to you, and I am upset that you disobeyed your father like that. How could you do such a thing, knowing what the punishment would be?� �I�m sorry, Ricky. I saw you, and I wasn�t thinking. I won�t do it again.� Ricky let go, and pointed to his shoulder. Wendy rested her head on him again. Wendy felt funny inside. Ricky had scolded her, and it was all she could do to keep from bursting into tears. She didn�t like being scolded by him. "I did a lot of thinking while I was locked up. I'm not happy here, Wendy. I don't think that this is the place for me, but I love you and I can't leave you here. My dad and your dad watch us too much. I don't want to stay here, but I don't want to leave you here either. I don�t know what to do anymore.� Tears welled in Wendy's eyes and ran down her cheeks as Ricky continued to speak. Being in a place like this must be tough for a kid like Ricky. Wendy couldn�t imagine herself anywhere other than Barrington Hall, but she couldn�t imagine herself here without Ricky either. Wendy snuggled close to Ricky, and they sat quietly under the tree for several minutes before he spoke again "Our time is up, and it is time you get back to your room.� Wendy looked up. �I don�t want to go back yet!� she cried. �I have to go back too," Ricky took his arm from around her and stood up. He brushed off the dead leaves that had stuck to his clothes, and then pulled Wendy to her feet. �Just a little longer?� she asked. �No! You snuck out of your room, and you�re going to get caught so you are going back now!� Ricky took hold of her arm and turned her sideways. When she saw Ricky lift his hand, a wave of fear ran through her. Was he mad enough to swat her for arguing with him? Suddenly she felt his hand on the back of her coat. She took a deep breath, as he brushed his hand down the back of her coat to knock off the leaves. He then moved down the backs of her legs to get the leaves that were stuck to her leggings. She liked the way he touched her. It made her tingle all over. She didn't want to let him go. Wendy turned toward him when he finished. "Ricky, please promise me that you won't leave me here. Please," she begged as she started to cry. Ricky wrapped his arms around her and she buried her face in his shoulder. "I won't leave you. I promise," Ricky quickly pulled her away, and kissed her on the lips. The winter chill no longer bit at her, for his kiss had warmed her from the inside out. Ricky took her by the hand and they walked back to the school together. When Wendy returned to her room, Jessica was sitting on her bed. Wendy entered with caution, removed her coat and her shoes. �Tell me something, little sister. You like how Dad�s belt stings your backside?� Wendy stopped and looked at Jessica. �No!� �Well you must. You�re always disobeying him, and doing things I don�t understand. I know if I had gotten that whippin� yesterday, I certainly wouldn�t have snuck out of my room the very next day when I know I�m grounded.� �Don�t worry about it, ok?� Jessica stood up and stared at Wendy. �Fine, it�s your ass! Not mine.� She grabbed her sweater and left the room. Mark returned from town just a little after suppertime. He took Nadia and placed her in her bed. They had been able to make her stable enough, and they allowed Mark to take her home. Mark stayed with her, and Patricia brought him his supper. As bedtime approached, most of the children turned in for the night. Jessica had returned to her room, readied herself for bed, but still hadn�t spoken to Wendy. When the door opened, they both jumped. Jessica turned and looked up at her dad, then to Wendy. �Hi, Daddy. How is Nadia?� Jessica asked. Mark took a seat on Jessica�s bed. �She is doing great actually. I just tucked her in for the night, but she will be sleeping in the infirmary for the next few nights. Sarah is bunking in with Alex and Missy for a few days because she doesn�t want to be alone.� Jessica reached out and hugged her Dad. �Ok, girls. Lights out!� he ordered with a smile. Jessica lay down, and Mark covered her. He took a seat on Wendy�s bed. �Are we speaking to each other yet?� Wendy smiled, and wrapped her arms around him. Mark leaned down and gave her a kiss on the forehead. When he stood, he leaned over and kissed Jessica�s forehead. �Goodnight, girls.� �Goodnight, Dad,� Jessica replied. �Night, Daddy.� As Mark reached for the light switch, his eye caught the little Mary Janes that sat on the floor by the door. At first he thought they were Jessica�s, but she usually kept hers at the end of her bed, just underneath. These looked small enough to be Wendy�s, but they were smudged with mud on the sides, and the top. Mark leaned down and picked them up. He turned toward the girls. �Whose shoes are these?� he asked. Both girls sat up, and looked at each other. Mark looked down at the end of Jessica�s bed. Her shoes were just underneath like they always were. He knew that these were Wendy�s, but he waited for an answer. Mark turned and looked around the room. Wendy�s coat hung from one of the chairs. There were still traces of leaves on it. Wendy�s eyes widened, and a surge of fear ran through her body. Mark looked back at her and raised his voice. �Did you leave this room today?� Wendy didn�t know how she managed, or why she did it, but she nodded. Mark dropped the shoes, and reached for his belt. �Jessica, out!� Jessica knew her father was angry. She had told Wendy that her sneaking out would be discovered. Jessica jumped out of bed, and by the time she reached for the doorknob, Mark had already pulled his belt from the loops, and doubled it. Wendy had jumped out of bed, and backed herself into the window seat. Her arms were held out in front of her. �Daddy noooooo! I�m sorry, Daddy please,� she cried. Before Jessica could get the door closed, the first lick of her father�s belt had already struck Wendy. Mark had grabbed Wendy by the arm, yanked her from the window, and set the belt to work. Wendy jumped and yelped, but the belt continued to smack her. She wiggled and tried to pull free, but the belt kept landing. Finally after several swats, Mark stopped and turned her toward him. �There is mud on your shoes, and leaves stuck to your coat. Where did you go?� Wendy looked up at her father. He still had hold of her right arm, but her left arm was free. She reached back and grabbed what she could of her stinging backside. �I went for a walk outside,� she cried. His voice was still very loud �Were you supposed to do that?� �Nooooooo,� Wendy wailed. �No, What?� �No, Sir,� Wendy cried. �There are leaves stuck to your coat, that means you were sitting. Who were you sitting with, and talking to?� Wendy sucked in her breath, and stopped crying for a second. She knew her panic stricken face had givin her away. �Richard?� Wendy nodded. Mark took a step back and yanked Wendy with him. He took a seat, and pulled her across his knee. Wendy wailed as he yanked down her pajama bottoms, secured her legs, and snapped the belt down. She howled in pain as he held the belt tight and snapped it sharply onto her bottom, over and over. He worked his way from cheeks to thighs, then back to her bottom again. Wendy lay limp over his knee as he continued. She didn�t have any fight left. Suddenly she felt his hand reach under her stomach and pull her bottom up into the air and off of his knee. She turned her head just slightly in time to see that her father had taken a different hold on the belt. Only a few short inches hung from his hand. When the single tip of the belt struck her, Wendy closed her eyes and howled. Daddy was toasting her bottom with that belt, and it stung so very badly. Finally she felt him let go, and she felt herself being placed upright. Mark pulled back the covers, and Wendy quickly crawled into bed. Her bottoms lay on the floor, but she didn�t care because the coolness of the sheets felt good against her blazing skin. �I think you�re due for a visit from Mr. Parker!� Mark scolded as he headed for the door. Wendy jumped out of bed and ran for her father. �Ohhh no, Daddy, please nooooooo.� Mark turned around, grabbed Wendy by the arm, and smacked her bottom all the way back to her bed. �Don�t you get up again!� he scolded. Wendy buried her face in her pillow, and wailed. When she woke the following morning, the fire in her bottom slowly awakened too. Her bottom throbbed from the spanking he had given her. Wendy started to cry. She should have stayed in and obeyed her father: now she had to face Mr. Parker, but when? Suddenly she felt a hand caress her hair. She turned to see Jessica sitting on the edge of her bed, in her hand she held some ointment. Wendy nodded, and turned onto her tummy. Jessica rubbed the ointment in as carefully as she could, but when she touched the marks that the belt had left behind, Wendy let out small yelps of pain. �You think Mr. Parker�s really going to come?� Wendy cried. �What?� �Daddy said last night that I was due a visit from Mr. Parker.� Jessica stopped rubbing, then started again. �Jessica!� �If you do get a visit from Mr. Parker, you can bet you�ll be eating Christmas dinner standing up!� Wendy looked over her shoulder. �You think Daddy meant it?� �If he didn�t mean it, he wouldn�t have said it.� Wendy turned her head around, and buried her face into her pillow. She hoped that her father had thought about it, and she hoped that he would change his mind about telling Mr. Parker. Well, I think I�ve put all the cream I can on your butt.� Jessica stated as she put the top back on, and tossed it onto her bed. �I am going down to eat breakfast. I will bring you up something when I�m done, unless Daddy does first.� As Jessica reached for the doorknob, she heard a knock. It was too hard to be one of their friends� but it didn�t sound like Daddy�s knock either. Jessica turned and looked at Wendy. Panic struck Wendy as she quickly jumped out of bed, and reached for her panties that still lay on the floor. As she pulled them over her striped bottom, the knock came again. Wendy looked at Jessica as she opened the door. Jessica�s eyed widened as she stared at Mr. Parker. �I believe you have breakfast to get to?� �Yes, sir,� Jessica answered, and slipped out of the door. Wendy stood stiff as stone, as Mr. Parker walked into the room and shut the door behind him. He glanced at Wendy, who hadn�t moved an inch. Mr. Parker took hold of a chair, carried it to Wendy�s bed, and took a seat. �Sit down, young lady!� he ordered. Wendy reached for the bed behind her, and quickly took a seat. She couldn�t take her eyes off of him. although she was mad at Mark, she wished that he were there with her right now. �Your father and I had quite a talk a few minutes ago. Seems you�ve been very naughty and disobedient these past few days. Is this true?� Wendy made no hesitation to answer. �Yes, sir.� �Why don�t you tell me what you�ve done that has gotten your father angry enough that he feels you need a talking to from me?� It was a rare thing for Mr. Parker to visit a child in their room unless it was for punishment, sickness or reward. Wendy knew that hers was neither reward, nor sickness, and she knew that Mr. Parker probably already knew all that she had done. She tried her best not to cry, as she spent the next thirty or so minutes spilling all of her naughty deeds to him. Each question he asked of her, she answered with total and complete honesty. She wiped an occasional tear from her eye and when his words became harsh, she held onto her tummy, and wiped many tears from her cheeks. "It seems as though you are on a streak of naughty behavior. Not doing your assignments, lying to your father on more than one occasion. Getting your mouth washed out with soap, sneaking out when you were punished to your room, and two spankings in two days, as well as your intentions to disobey on purpose, among other things. Seems as though your father needed to come to me, and I do intend to set you straight.� Wendy started to cry as Mr. Parker stood. �I�m sorry, Mr. Parker. I swear I�m so sorry. I can behave; I know I can. I will behave.� She wailed. Mr. Parker paid her no mind. He took the chair back to the table, and opened her bedroom door. Wendy stopped begging because she wondered what he was doing. Mr. Parker again turned and walked over to Wendy. �Stand up!� he ordered. Wendy slowly stood, and looked up at Mr. Parker. Her nightshirt barely covered her bottom, and she felt embarrassed to have the door open. �I am sorry you chose to be such a badly behaved child so close to Christmas. Turn around and let me see the results of the punishment you received from your father.� Wendy slowly turned around, reached up, and carefully lowered her panties just enough so that Mr. Parker could see her bottom. �That whipping wasn�t enough to make you want to behave?� Wendy didn�t speak, she just stood there bent over, while hiccups escaped and tears fell down her cheeks. She knew it didn�t matter how hard a spanking Mr. Parker intended to give her, anything was going to hurt beyond what words could describe. Suddenly she felt Mr. Parker wrap his arm around her waist. �Let�s wake this bottom up a bit, shall we?� Suddenly, Wendy heard the slap of a hand to flesh. Mr. Parker�s hand rose and fell several times. She felt as though she had been tricked. Wendy wiggled and jumped with each loud smack. The pain from the stripes of the belt, were once again sizzling. Wendy couldn�t speak enough to ask for the door to be closed, and she hoped not many were about in the halls for they would be able to walk by, and see her bottom, all striped and covered in fresh handprints. After a couple of dozen smacks, Mr. Parker stopped and turned Wendy upright. Mr. Parker walked back to Wendy�s bedroom door, and looked out. When he turned back around, Wendy had both hands on her bottom. Mr. Parker walked back over to her, picked up her pajama bottoms, and handed them to her. �Put them on!� he ordered. Despite the pain in her bottom, Wendy gladly obeyed. Mr. Parker turned toward the door again, but this time he spoke �Bring him in now!� Wendy sucked in a deep breath when she saw Mr. Stein, and Ricky. He looked panic stricken. Wendy didn�t understand why they were there, and her face showed her confusion. �I told you, I intend to set you straight!� Wendy watched as Mr. Parker unbuckled, and removed his belt. She couldn�t help but take a step back. Mr. Parker doubled the belt, then turned to Ricky. �Young Richard and I have had a talk, haven�t we?� Fear showed in Ricky�s voice as he spoke. �Yes, sir.� �Turn around, and drop your pants!� It suddenly hit Wendy. Mr. Parker didn�t intend to whip her; he was going to whip Ricky for her disobedience instead. As Ricky turned away and started to drop his pants, Wendy jumped forward and grabbed Mr. Parker�s arm. �No, you can�t! You can�t! It�s my fault. I deserve to be whipped, not Ricky. No, Mr. Parker. Nooooooooo!� Mr. Parker took hold of Wendy and pulled her away. She caught a glimpse of his face, then looked at Ricky. He had dropped his pants, and had already bent forward over the table in her room. It was the first time she had seen his naked bottom. Wendy knew she couldn�t stop it. She again looked at Mr. Parker�s face. �You both signed a contract, and in that contract, it states that the two of you aren�t allowed to associate when one or both of you are being punished for some other transgression. I want it made clear to you, young lady, that I won�t tolerate such disobedience. You will stand there until Richard has received his licking , then you will receive yours. When your father punishes you, you will obey that punishment. This is not to happen again, do you understand me?� �Yes, sir,� Wendy cried. Mr. Parker took her and stood her in the doorway. �If you move, I start again!� He then folded the belt for a second time, and took his spot on the floor beside Ricky. �How many did I say, Richard?� Ricky�s voice quivered. �Fifteen, Sir.� Mr. Stein went to the other side of the table, and placed his hands on Ricky�s shoulders. Mr. Parker placed his hand on Ricky�s back, and raised the belt. Wendy jumped each time the belt struck Ricky�s bottom. Tears fell down her face, and her heart ached each time the belt struck. Ricky tried not to make a sound, but he only made it to the third lick before, he cried out. Wendy cried aloud as the licking continued. She so wished that she hadn�t gotten Ricky into trouble. It was all her fault. By the time Mr. Parker had administered the fifteen licks, Ricky was crying like a baby. �Richard, stand up, and pull up your pants.� Ricky wiped his face, and slowly stood. It hurt so badly, and when he leaned over to reach for his pants, he cried out in pain again. He did the best he could to get them over his bottom, but the throbbing was more than he could take. He held them closed as he turned to face Mr. Parker. �I want you in your room! Now!� Though in tremendous pain, Ricky managed a half smile at Wendy as he and Mr. Stein walked through the door. At a glance, Wendy noticed that a small group of girls had congregated just down the hall. People were listening to the entire punishment. Suddenly Wendy felt a hand tug her from the doorway, and before she had a chance, she felt herself upended. He feet barely touched the floor as her pajama bottoms came down. Wendy started to wail. She felt the sting of Mr. Parker�s belt as it landed on the belt stripes applied from her father the night before. Jessica was probably right, all those whippings together were going to make it impossible for her to sit down for days to follow. When Mr. Parker finished, he reached down and pulled up her pajamas. �I believe your father has instructed you not to leave your room today. I expect we won�t be disobeying, will we?� Wendy stammered out a hiccup, and a few cries. �No, sir.� Mr. Parker unfolded the belt, and slowly slipped it back into the loops around his trousers. �Are we straightened now?� Wendy cried, nodded, and rubbed with vigor. As the day continued, many girls stopped at Wendy�s door, and slipped notes of sympathy under her door. Some had even taken the time to draw smiley faces and flowers on them in hopes that it would cheer her up. The cards did make her feel better, but what she really wanted was some ice. Ricky had been escorted to his room, where he nursed a very sore backside. As he thought of all that they had been through, he became angry. All of this was more than he could take, and he didn�t know if he would be able to keep his promise to Wendy. He thought in his heart of how much he loved her, but all he had ever done was to get her into trouble. The spankings that she had gotten because of them, he felt were his fault. All of these feelings hit Ricky at once and he felt as if he could explode. "I can't stay here. I just can't stand this anymore," he said aloud as he slowly rose from his bed, and looked out the window. Ricky looked out into the horizon. He figured that one day Wendy would understand that she would be better off if he wasn't there. He knew she would forget him someday. He would just try to get through Christmas As bedtime approached, Patricia came to visit. She brought a salve that would help Wendy�s sore backside, and she brought ice as well. As she treated Wendy�s punished bottom, she scolded her, and talked to about how to avoid such punishments. Wendy didn�t care. She just wanted to tell Ricky how sorry she was for getting him whipped. Maybe she would get a chance tomorrow. |
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