| Chapter Twenty-Six Incriminating Evidence Equals Spanked Bottoms |
�Have you told us everything, Alexandra?� Patricia asked, after Alex had finished speaking. Tears continued to run down Alexandra�s face. �Yes Mother. You know everything, now.� �Do you feel better now?� Patricia asked. Alex shook her head no. �You don't feel better?� her mother asked in surprise. Again Alex shook her head no. �Then there must be something you're not telling me if you still feel bad,� Patricia continued. �It's not that, Mother. It's just that I don't like getting my friends into trouble.� �I must say that you did play your part in all of this, and we will discuss it later. But what they did, they did by their own choosing. Come stand in front of me now, Alex," Patricia said, in a stern voice as she helped Alex to her feet. "I want you to go to your room, and I want you to stay there until I come to talk to you later.� "Mother, I'm really sorry," Alex cried. Patricia stood up and kissed Alex on the top of the head. "I am sure you are, sweetheart, but we are still going to have a talk later. Now be a good girl, and go up to your room.� Alex nodded and then turned to go toward the door. She could hardly look at Mark, but she couldn't help it. His face looked very disappointed in her. "I'm sorry, Mark," Alex said, as she stopped and slowly looked up. "You did a good thing by admitting you did wrong. However, you and I are going to have a little chat as well,� Mark scolded. Alex looked at Mark with big eyes, and a little knot developed in her tummy. "Now you take yourself up to your room like your mother told you to, and you stay there," he continued, with the stern voice. Alex opened the door anxious to leave. "Ohh, and Alex!� Alex turned again to look at Patricia. "Yes, Mother?� �You just hold tight, and keep quiet about what you told us for a few days. I want to keep an eye on that naughty little Elizabeth before I deal with her,� Patricia stated. "Yes, Ma'am," Alex replied, as she quickly scooted off to her room with tears running down her face. "I'm so sorry, Lizzie," she said to herself. "Well, Mark, I'm not sure how you want to handle this, but I have a young man who is about to learn that his mother isn't such a pushover like he said in his little note to Wendy. Mark held the door open, and with his hand, whisked it in the direction of the hall. Pat walked through and they headed back toward the cafeteria. When they entered the room, Mark looked for Wendy, and Patricia searched for Ricky. Wendy was sitting at a corner table with a few other children. Mark watched as she stood from the table and scanned the room. When she saw them approaching, she quickly sat down and started thumbing through a book �Wendy,� Mark called, as he and patricia approached. �Ohh hi, Daddy. Hi, Patricia.� �You weren't looking for Ricky were you?� Mark asked. �No, Daddy,� she replied. �I was looking for Alex, actually.� �Have you talked to Ricky today?� Mark asked. �Uhhh I thought I wasn't allowed to talk to him, Daddy?� Mark reached in his pocket and pulled out a piece of paper neatly folded into a square. Wendy watched as he unfolded the piece of paper, covered on both sides with pencil scratchings. He laid it on the table in front of her and put his fingers right on Ricky�s name. "Would you care to tell me again, that you haven't talked to Ricky today?" he repeated. Wendy swallowed hard as she looked up from the note to her father. Several children at the table decided that now would be a good time to leave, and one by one they scurried away. �It's just a note. I never actually spoke to him,� Wendy innocently replied. �Your disobedience and lack of respect for Patricia and me, makes me angry. I told you what your punishment was, but you continue to disobey me with your schemes,� Mark scolded. Mark rested his right hand on the back of Wendy's chair and sat his other hand on the note. He slowly leaned close to Wendy and spoke to her in a soft stern voice while she continued to look at the table. "We are going to talk about every word on this note. Let there be no mistake in what I say. You are going over my knee. Your dress is coming up, your panties are coming down, and I am going to thoroughly tan that naughty, disobedient bottom of yours. Now go to your room.� Mark stood up, and pointed to the door. As the heat quickly radiated throughout Wendy's body, she gave her father a slight glance as she headed away from the table. By the time she left the room, she was wiping tears from her face. She knew this time she had angered her father and she couldn�t get the words he had spoken to her, out of her mind. When she reached her bedroom, the hiccupping cries have descended upon her. She entered her room and threw herself onto her bed, and quickly buried her face into her pillow. Patricia and Mark scanned the room for Ricky, but he wasn't anywhere in sight. �Would you like for me to talk to Ricky about this situation?� Mark asked, as they entered the hall. �We will be just fine. Go and talk with Wendy,� she replied. Mark nodded, and headed up the stairs to deal with Wendy, as Patricia made her way around the school looking for Ricky. Lying on her bed in tears, Wendy wondered how Mark and Patricia had gotten the note. As she lay there thinking, Alex�s face popped into her head. Wendy quit crying and sat up. She wiped the tears from her eyes, crawled from her bed and headed to the door. Wendy opened the door and stared across the hall. If Alex had been caught with the note, then she surely had been punished. I have to find out, she said to herself as she stepped into the hall and started to walk toward Alex�s door. "You get your butt back in that room!" shouted a voice from down the hall. Wendy stopped and looked down the hall, then turned and quickly ran back into her room. She ran as fast as she could and scrunched into the window seat just before Mark entered the room. Wendy jumped when Mark slammed the door behind him. Wendy pulled her knees into her chest and laid her face onto her knees with her arms wrapped around. "Please make me invisible," she said quietly to herself. "Wendy, come here!" Mark ordered, in a very stern voice, as he stood just inside the door of her room. Wendy swallowed hard, peeked up over her arms at her father. She had never seen such a serious look on his face before, and her tummy instantly began to hurt. She turned sideways, and slowly stretched her legs out. She scooted forward until her feet touched the floor. She slowly stood, balanced herself, and took one step at a time until she reached her father. "Where were you going just now?" he asked. "I was going to check on Alex," she whispered. "Why did you think it was necessary to disobey me yet again when I told you to go to your room?" he asked, in a stern voice. Wendy quickly looked down at the floor. "I don't know," she cried. "I am very disappointed in you. I hope that still means something to you," Mark scolded, as he slowly took the note from his pocket and unfolded it. "What do you have to say for yourself?" he asked, as he held the note in front of Wendy. Except for a few sniffles, Wendy stared at the note in silence. "I asked you a question and I would appreciate an answer, young lady," Mark once again asked in a firm voice, but Wendy remained silent. "Look at me," he scolded. �I can see that I have been way too lenient with you and once again it shows in your behavior. Your lack of respect for Patricia and me saddens me. I told you that you were grounded from communication with Ricky, and I assumed that you would obey me. Not only were you disobedient, but you involved your closest friend. You betrayed her, Wendy, and for that you should be deeply ashamed. After you know you're in trouble, you disobey me again by not staying in your room as I had told you to do. You know I am going to spank you. I told you that downstairs but I want to hear from you, why you are going to get spanked.� Wendy wiped her eyes and looked at Mark. "Because I disobeyed you, and because of what I said in those notes to Ricky," Wendy cried. "Do you think you should be spanked for the things you said in the notes?" Mark asked. Wendy looked at Mark and slowly nodded. "Well you�re only half right. I am spanking you because you broke your grounding and you left your room after I sent you here to stay, but I am not spanking you for the things you said. You were wrong in saying the things you said, but I'm not going to punish you for the things you think, or the way you feel. We will talk about them later.� Mark took Wendy by the arm, opened the door and stepped out into the hall. Wendy looked at Mark with a puzzled face. "When I tell you that you are grounded, next time you will obey, and when I send you to your room, the next time you will stay. Go down to the linen closet and get the paddle.� "Daddy, no," Wendy cried, as she tried to wiggle free. "Disobedience so soon?" he asked as he quickly turned Wendy around and gave her bottom a swift smack. "Go!" Wendy slowly walked down the hall toward the linen closet. As she got closer, the tears flowed more freely. She covered her mouth in despair, for she didn't want anyone to hear her cries. She opened the closet and disappeared from Mark�s sight. Once in the closet she stared at the paddle hanging on the wall. She reached for it but she hesitated. Suddenly, she remembered the sting that the swats from the paddle would leave behind and she found herself transfixed on the object which she had been sent to retrieve. Wendy quickly snapped from her thoughts with the call of her name. "Wendy! Get the paddle now!� Wendy reached up and pulled the paddle from the nail. She slowly peeked around the closet door before she entered the hall. Her father had started to come toward her, so Wendy quickly shut the closet door, and started down the hall. "Daddy, please. I'm sorry," she cried, as she approached him. Mark stopped in the hall, and held out his hand. "Give me the paddle," he ordered. Wendy was reluctant to hand it over. She knew she couldn't stop what was to come, so she slowly handed the paddle to Mark. �Go back to your room,� he ordered. Wendy walked past Mark, and once again headed down the hall. When she entered the room, she felt her father�s eyes on her as she walked toward her bed. She jumped when she heard him close the door. Wendy stopped and then turned when she reached her bed. "Daddy, please don't spank me with that,� Wendy cried. Mark paid her no mind, he took a seat on her bed, and then reached for Wendy. "Daddy, please. I'm sorry," Wendy cried, as Mark pulled her to sit on his lap. "We need to have a little chat now," he scolded. "I am disappointed and hurt that you would disobey me in such a sneaky way, especially after our trip to the church, Wendy. I have told you before, that when you are naughty I eventually find out. I love you, and I know what�s best for you. You are just going to have to trust and accept some of the decisions that I make for you.� Wendy listened as Mark continued to talk to her in his soft voice, and even though she knew a spanking was to come, she felt very safe there on his lap, cradled in his arms. "I do not like to spank you, but when you act in such a naughty way you are telling me that I have neglected you, and that you need to be reminded how to be a good girl." Mark continued his lecture in a soft voice. Mark reached over and moved the paddle closer to him. Wendy watched closely as a lump developed in her tummy. "I'm sorry, Daddy," she replied, in a barely audible tone. "I know you are, sweetheart, and I am sure that you are going to do everything in your power to behave yourself," Mark scolded, as he took hold of her and pulled her across his knees. Wendy started crying but didn't say a word to her father as he secured her tightly around the waist. "Ohhhhh, Daddy nooooooo no no please noooo, I'm sorry," Wendy cried hysterically, as he pulled down her panties and gave her two quick smacks to her bare bottom. Wendy quickly threw her hands around to cover her bottom. "Move your hands!" Mark scolded, as he stopped his hand in mid air. "Daddy, please don't spank me," she cried out in desperation. "I won't tell you again!" he ordered, in a loud stern voice. "Noooo, Daddy," wailed Wendy, as each hand covered each cheek in defiance. "I told you to move your hands," Mark scolded as he quickly grabbed Wendy's tiny wrists together in his large hand and pulled them away from her bottom. "Nooooo, Daddyyyy nooooo," Wendy wailed, as Mark administered five more slaps on her bottom with his hand and then reached for the paddle. Wendy squeezed her eyes closed, awaiting the first swat from the paddle. Mark held her hands as the paddle made its stinging statement. Kicking and screeching, Wendy burst into fresh tears and hopes in her heart that her father would show some sympathy. As Alex waited on her bed, she could hear every swat that was being applied to Wendy, and the tears began to run down her face with each of Wendy's yelps. Soon the spanks stopped and the cries diminished. Mark replaced Wendy's undies carefully over her well-spanked bottom, and once again placed her on his knee. Through her wails and sobs she tried to mutter an apology, but it was barely understandable. "I Know you�re sorry, sweetheart," Mark replied, as he cradled his crying child in his arms. �But when you disobey me, you have to be punished no matter if you are sorry or not.� As Patricia made her way down the many halls of the school, she faintly heard a familiar voice. It was the voice of the very child whom she was looking for. If it were not for the fact that the thunder was now in the distance, she might not have heard him talking. Ricky noticed his mother approaching, but the events of that morning had already been forgotten. Ricky continued to chat with the two other boys that he was sitting on the floor of the hall with. There were numerous baseball cards scattered around them, and the boys were in the process of making some very detailed trades when Patricia bent down close to Ricky�s ear and quietly whispered to him. "Come with me, young man!� She then stood up and looked down at the boys. Ricky never looked up at her. "I'm busy!" he replied, as he continued to sort through his cards. "I can see how busy you are, but I have something else in mind that is going to have you quite busy, so what you are doing now, will have to wait until another time," she replied.� Ricky quit shuffling his cards and stared up at Patricia. He noticed that her tone was more definite, and her look was more stern than usual. Curiosity got the better of him and he quickly picked up his cards. Patricia turned and walked down the hall. Ricky followed just a few feet behind as they made their way through the main corridor, past the cafeteria and into the boys� side of the building. It was at this point that Ricky knew they could only be heading one place, his room. "Where are we going?" he asked, as he tried to replay his day through his head, but Patricia never answered. She took the stairs and Ricky continued to follow. I woke up, ate breakfast and goofed around, he thought to himself. I hung out in the cafeteria and I....... Ohhhh noooo..... the note! Suddenly panic came over his face. Could she know about the note? Ricky quickly searched his pockets for the incriminating evidence but the note wasn't there. As they reached the second floor, he remembered that he had given the note to Alex to give to Wendy before he left the room. As they took the second set of stairs he tried to remember when the last time was that he had actually seen Wendy or Alex. He looked at the figure of the woman just a few feet ahead of him. She can't know about the note and I am just worrying for nothing, he thought to himself as they approached his door. He took a deep breath and shook his head from side to side quickly, to try and shake off any guilt that might be painted on his face. "Ohhh my! You look a little pale," Patricia stated, as she opened his door and motioned for him to enter. "I do?" he asked. "Like you just saw a ghost," she replied. "Did you see a ghost?� she asked. "A ghost?" he asked. "No I don't believe in ghosts," he replied, as he waved his hand through the air. "Well then I can only think of one thing it could be," she stated, as she walked over to him and placed her hand under his chin. "A guilty conscience is what must be on your face.� Ricky�s heart leaped into his throat with her words. "You said you had something that was going to keep me busy. What is it?" he asked, thinking he was changing the subject. "Lets chat shall we," she stated, as she sat on Ricky's bed. He gave her a quick glance and slowly took a seat beside her. "What do you want to talk about?" he asked. "I'd like to talk to you about some of the things that I expect from you, for that matter, from all of the children that have been put under my care. I know we briefly talked about some of those things the day we met, but I just wanted to be sure that you understood what is required of you," Patricia patiently explained. "I think I do," Ricky replied. "I know you were a little upset that day. Maybe I should have given you a bit more time to settle in before speaking to you about rules and expectations," Patricia said gently. "I think that now is a good time to talk about it again," Patricia added. "No um, no. It's ok. I was listening," Ricky said, looking at his shoes. "Were you?" Patricia asked, raising her eyebrows. "Yeah, I was listening," Ricky muttered. "Well, then, I must tell you that I am really disappointed in your behavior. I thought I must not have made myself clear since it is obvious that you have disobeyed me," Patricia gently scolded. "I didn't disobey you!" Ricky scowled in protest. "Ohh Ricky. I think you know better than that. If you think back, oh let�s say as far as this morning, I'm sure you will recall just exactly what you did to disobey me," Patricia firmly reminded. Ricky studied Patricia�s face, and he knew just what she was hinting at, but Ricky immediately decided to play innocent. �I didn't talk to her," Ricky quickly defended himself. Patricia sat up straight. "You see? You know exactly what I'm talking about. So, you think you didn't disobey me by passing notes to Wendy. Is that it?" Patricia asked. "Giving her a note isn't the same thing as talking to her," Ricky said, defensively. Patricia gave her new son a look of disapproval. "Ricky, you're a smart boy. You know very well that passing a note to Wendy is the same as talking to her, and I am surprised that you would insult my intelligence, or yours for that matter," Patricia said, sternly. "I think I have been very patient and fair with you. I've explained the rules and my expectations. I even offered to explain them again in case you didn't understand. It's clear to me that you do understand, but have simply chosen to disobey," she scolded. "You have taken advantage of me and of my fairness and that disappoints me greatly." "I haven't done anything wrong!" Ricky yelled, as he jumped up. "I suggest that you soften your tone and sit down while you still can.� Patricia ordered. Ricky flopped down next to his mother. He attempted a defiant look, but melted at the sight of her piercing eyes and steady gaze. �You said yourself that you were listening when I told you that you could have no contact with Wendy for ten days . You even stated in the note to her that if the two of you were to get caught, both of you would be in trouble. Is that the kind of statement a boy makes when he thinks he's obeying his mother?" Patricia asked. Ricky glanced at his mother's stern look and felt the heat of embarrassment rise to his face. "Did you read the whole note?" he asked quietly. "If you are wondering if I read the part where you refer to me as a pushover, the answer is obviously yes. I read the entire note.� "I didn't mean that," he murmured. "I'm sure you did mean it. You have no reason to believe I'm not a pushover. However, I think what you are trying to convey is that you did not mean to hurt my feelings by saying that. Is that right?" "Yeah," Ricky agreed, looking at his mother again, his face still pink, his eyes sincere. "My feelings are not hurt," Patricia assured him. "However, I don't think the note, or how much of it I read, should be your main concern," Patricia warned. "You deliberately disobeyed me and you took pains to keep your actions from me," she scolded. "I wouldn't be much of a mother if I let you get away with that, now would I." "Yes, you would!" Ricky said. "I mean, if it was just this once. 'Cause I'm new and all." "If you had not understood the rules I explained to you, or the consequences for breaking those rules, I might give you another chance," Patricia patiently explained. "But you said you were listening and that you understood. You indicated in this note," Patricia said, holding the paper up for Ricky to see, "that you knew if you were to get caught, you'd be in trouble. Right?" Ricky nodded. "And you are," Patricia stated. "In trouble, that is.� Patricia set the note on the bed and then stood up. �I do not, and will not allow such behavior from any of my children. Ricky, you have earned yourself a spanking.� �No!� Ricky shouted. Patricia paid him no mind. She took hold of both of her son's arms and stood him up. Then she sat down and pulled him across her knees. Ricky stiffened and then struggled for a moment. Patricia held him firmly at his waist. �You can take your spanking from me, or from Mark but you had best choose before I choose for you,� she said. When Ricky heard her threat, he stopped squirming and lay limply over her lap. "I had hoped I would not have to do this while our relationship was so new," Patricia said regretfully, as she tugged down Ricky's pants. Ricky decided that Mark or no Mark, he did not like the idea of Patricia seeing his bare behind. "Let me go now," he ordered. Ricky struggled again, but Patricia's hold was solid. "It's important for you to know that you cannot disobey me. I simply cannot ignore that," she said, pulling down his white cotton briefs. "I cannot allow you to get away with being so disobedient." "Fine, go ahead, spank me, but I won't cry," Ricky quickly stated in desperation of retaining some dignity. Patricia looked at Ricky's pale, chubby bottom and sighed before raising her hand. "Oh, young man! I intend to do just that," she replied. She quickly brought her hand down sharply onto his left bottom cheek. Then quickly smacked his right cheek. Ricky's body stiffened again, and his eyes widened in surprise at his new mother�s strength. No sounds escaped him. Patricia continued with another smack to the left, and then the right cheek. The left and the right again. Ricky was surprised when a moan escaped and his leg twitched with the biting spanks that Patricia was applying to his bare behind. "You have been such a naughty boy, and now you know what happens when you disobey," she scolded, with yet another spank. Ricky bit his bottom lip and closed his eyes tightly in an effort to keep any more sounds from escaping as Patricia continued to spank his pudgy pink bottom. Ricky suddenly jerked forward and the next spank landed just below his cheek and onto the tender part of his thigh. "Ohhhh," he cried, before throwing his hand over his mouth. I won't cry, he said to himself, but he could already feel the tears well up in his eyes as Patricia continued with sharp spanks. "If you are seeking attention, then I will give you just that," Pat scolded, with several more rapid spanks. "Ahhhmmmm� a slow murmured cry came from between his fingers, as he clutched his mouth tightly. Patricia slowed her pace and now began to aim for the tender parts of his bottom and thighs with sharper and more solid smacks. "Owwwwww ohh oww," Ricky cried, as his legs began to kick. "Ohhh stop, please," he begged, as he began to pound the bed with his fist. Patricia stopped for a minute. "Are you thinking about what you can do to behave?" she asked. �Yesssss,� he cried. �Well, we will just have to wait and see,� she replied as she picked up her hand and quickly accentuated her words with several swift smacks to one specific spot. The pain was beginning to be unbearable "Nooooo, stoppppp," Ricky wailed. "Stop? Did you say stop? " she asked, sternly. "Yes!" Ricky cried. Patricia tightened her grip and began a flurry of spanks in rapid fire all around Ricky's bottom and thighs. The pain was too much for him and he suddenly burst into tears. "Waaahaaahhaaa ohhhh ahhhhaahhaa," Ricky wailed, between spanks. "You are such a naughty boy, and you do not tell me to stop," She scolded, as she continued to administer spanks all over his bottom. Ricky buried his face in the bed covers. With legs kicking wildly, he cried as Patricia gave him the soundest spanking of his life. With hand in mid air, Patricia stopped spanking. "I hear crying," she stated. "But what I want to hear, I haven't heard yet. Patricia waited for a few short seconds, but only cries could be heard, so she continued her rain of spanks onto Ricky�s helpless bottom. "I'm sorryyyyy. I'm sorryyyyyy. I was wrong," Ricky quickly shouted. "Ohhh ohooowwwww. "I did talk to her and I shouldn't have. I knew it was wrong, but I did it anyway." Patricia stopped her hand in mid air again. "I�m glad you understand that you were wrong,� she replied, as she followed with a single spank. "Yes I do," Ricky cried. "I will behave. I will behave, just don�t spank me anymore!� "I am sure that you will do your best after today," Patricia stated, as she landed a few more spanks before letting Ricky up. "I'm sorry," Ricky cried, as he clutched onto Patricia and cried. "I know you can be a good boy. You just have to try a little harder," Patricia stated, as she wrapped her arms around Ricky. "Was it worth it?" she asked, softly. "No," Ricky answered, through tears and sobs. "I won't do it again.� "Oh I'm sure you won't," Patricia replied. Patricia embraced her new son until his cries had subsided before speaking to him again. "Ricky, I want you to listen to me," she said, as she sat down on the bed and seated Ricky next to her. "I don't like spanking, but when my children disobey in the manner you did, then you are asking to be spanked" Patricia stated, as she wiped the tears from Ricky's eyes. "You are asking for attention, and you are asking me for guidance. It doesn�t have to be in the form of a spanking. You know that you can always ask me anything. We can always talk and work problems out together. Do you understand?� "Yes. But I don't understand why we got grounded from each other. We didn't run away together. She just sort of followed me,� Ricky cried. "Calm down, son," Patricia replied, in a comforting tone. �I think if you give the whole situation some thought, you will see why the two of you were grounded from each other. Ten days isn't that long.� "I think it's to long," he replied wiping his eyes. "I'm sure you do, but look where we are now. I had to put you over my knee and spank that naughty bottom of yours. Do you think the ten days is still too long?� Patricia asked, stroking Ricky's hair. "No," Ricky replied, looking at the floor. Patricia reached over and wiped the tears from Ricky's face. "Do you hate me now?" he asked. "No of course I don't hate you. Once we get to know each other better, I am sure we will be very close. You just have to give it a chance to develop. Being put over my knee is not the way to make an impression as to how much I trust you. Do you understand that, Ricky?" Patricia asked. "Yes," he replied. Patricia and Ricky sat in silence on the bed as she rocked back and forth, comforting her son. I'm sorry I disobeyed you," Ricky whispered. "That's my good boy," Patricia replied, with a smile. "I really wasn't gonna cry you know," he again stated, in a quiet voice. "Crying isn't bad. Sometimes it helps us in ways we can't even explain. How do you feel now?" Patricia asked. "I don't know. I mean when I would get in trouble before it would just make me mad to get punished. Today I really feel bad for disobeying you. I was embarrassed to have you spank me at first, but the things you said, well now I feel bad and I really am sorry," Ricky whispered, while digging at his nails and looking down to the floor. "I am happy to hear real remorse in your voice, and I know you will not purposely disobey again," Patricia stated, softly. "Do you think that I can be umm maybe loved by someone someday?" Ricky asked, as tears welled in his eyes again. Someday?" Patricia asked in surprise. �Ricky you are loved by many people, everyday," Patricia replied. "Do you think you can love me someday?" he asked. "How about today!" Patricia stated, as she pulled Ricky from her and looked into his eyes. Ricky smiled and nodded. "It's nice to know someone really loves you.� |
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