Double Trouble

Double Trouble...a “Little One” Story (M/ff)

Alyssa handed me the letter that Daddy had faxed to the house. I read it and frowned. I looked up at Alyssa, folded my arms, and ran back up to my room. Hmmmph!

Samantha Karen Leonard,

I am very surprised and unhappy about what I have heard. I have just spoken with Alyssa on the telephone. She says that you have been sassy and disobedient all afternoon. She says that you were late getting home, without calling to let anyone know where you were or when you would be home. And when you did get home, you got yourself ice cream from the freezer, although you know perfectly well that ice cream is not allowed as an afternoon snack, that you refused to do your homework when Alyssa told you to, and tried to sneak out after she sent you to your room. She also said that you used some very naughty words, and that you made a horrible mess in your room on purpose after Alyssa sent you back there.

I am sending this note to Alyssa on the Fax machine to show you. I am most unhappy about this, young lady. I will be home in about an hour, perhaps a little more. By that time I want you to have written a nice note of apology to Alyssa, gotten your room as neat as a pin, and be waiting for me with your nose in the corner. If I don't hear a better explanation from you than I expect, you will be getting a paddling in front of Alyssa, and going to bed without supper tonight. You ought to be ashamed of yourself, Samantha Karen, and I hope that you are. I am going to be very strict with you. I also want to know where you heard that awful language, and why you thought it was okay to use it. A mouthsoaping seems in order.

fondly but sadly,

-Daddy

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I was so mad. Madder than I had been earlier. When I got up to my room, I trashed it even more than it had been. I’m sure my babysitter heard the ruckus but she didn’t come up. No, of course not, she was too busy entertaining her friends. But I would show her.

After my initial temper tantrum, I figured I’d better write that note. I sat at my desk and wrote a “nice” letter of apology to Alyssa. I didn’t mean it, of course, but Daddy would not accept that. Then I went to work cleaning my room. Why is it so easy to mess up a room and so difficult to clean it?

Forty minutes later, my room was completely clean. I went to the bathroom, washed my face, ran down to put Alyssa’s apology note on the kitchen table where Daddy would see it, and then back up to my room. I lay on my bed until I heard Daddy’s car pull up. Then I ran to the corner to wait.

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I took the key out of the ignition, grabbed my briefcase off the seat, locked the car door and walked to the front door. I knew I had an unpleasant task ahead of me. How I hated to come home to my little one in trouble!

I opened the door and walked in. My sitter, Alyssa, was sitting on the couch in the living room, watching television. “Hello, Alyssa,” I said. “Is Sammie up in her room? Has there been any more trouble? I'm sorry you had to deal with so many problems today.”

Alyssa stood up to face me. “Well, she just made me so mad, Mr. Leonard. She wasn't listening at all. Yeah, she's up there, at least she had better be.”

I nodded. “Okay, thanks, Alyssa. Would you hang around for a bit?”

After she nodded, I went up the stairs and straight to Samantha’s room. She was in the corner, where she should have been. I noticed, as well that the room was spotless.

“Hello, Samantha Karen. What have you got to say for yourself, young lady?”

She turned around to look at me. Her eyes were all red from crying. “Daddy! Alyssa was mean! She spanked me!” she wailed.

I was surprised and raised my eyebrows. I had never told Alyssa she could spank Samantha. Then again, I had never told her she couldn’t. “She did? Really?”

When Samantha nodded, I pursed my lips and said, “I see. Well, she must have been very upset with you. But I want to talk with her about that.”

I put my hand out and led my little one downstairs. I brought her into the living room where Alyssa still sat. “Alyssa, Samantha says that you spanked her. You didn't mention that to me. Is that true?”

I didn’t notice the look that passed between the two girls. I just stood there waiting for Alyssa to answer. She seemed to take her time about it. Then she said, “Um, yes, sir. She was really out of control and I didn't think it could wait til you got home. I didn't bare her bottom or anything; I just gave her about a dozen smacks on the seat of her jeans. It was enough for her to listen to me after that.”

“Well, I never told you that you could do that, Alyssa. I guess that I didn't tell you not to either, but from now on, if Samantha needs a spanking, it is for me or her mommy or another grownup to do, not for you. Understand?”

“Yes, sir,” she said.

“You should be able to get her attention without that.” I turned to my little one. “Now, Samantha, what else do you have to say about what happened today? A few smacks over your jeans are a far cry from what you have coming unless you have a very good explanation.”

“But Daddy, it's not fair!” she yelled.

“Samantha Karen, don’t yell at me. You are in enough trouble already. What isn't fair? If you think you didn't do anything that you shouldn't have, or that I am being unfair, you may tell me what you think, calmly and politely, just like always.”

She looked at me and pulled me down to her level. “I wanna talk to you in private.”

“Okay, we’ll go upstairs. Alyssa, please wait here,” I told the babysitter. Then I went back up to my little one’s room.

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I had to take Daddy private. I had to tell him just exactly what went on this afternoon. As soon as we were back in my room, I said, “Daddy, I'm sorry I cursed, but I was mad at Alyssa. And besides, I heard the words from her and her friends.”

This statement surprised Daddy. I paused a minute to let it sink in before I continued.

“When I got home, they were all hanging out in the living room, and she was KISSING her boyfriend. I had a really bad day at school, and she wasn't paying any attention to me. Daddy, she told me I could have the ice cream, and then she yelled at me for having it. She even had some too.”

“I see,” Daddy said, trying to digest what I had just told him. “Are you very sure about this, Samantha? You aren't just trying to get her in trouble? And is there anything else I should know about?”

I shook my head. “I'm sure, Daddy, honest. I'm not trying to get her in trouble. And she was on the phone, too, for a little bit, when I wanted her to help me with my homework,” I said, thinking, “and, and, and they were drinking funny smelling stuff, too, I think.”

Okay, that part may have been a lie. But the rest was true. I was so mad at Alyssa. And she had spanked me! She deserved to get into trouble, too. She had ignored me, after all. Just to hang out with some stupid boys!

“I see,” Daddy said. “I am surprised at her. You wait here, Samantha. It sounds like you aren't in as much trouble as I thought, but I am still not happy about your sneaking out --- that did happen, didn't it?”

I bit my lip as I nodded. “Yes, well, I was just going to get my ball-I saw it out the window and um, I knew it might rain later, and umm...”

Daddy cut me off. “I see. Well, you know that when you are sent to your room, you are supposed to stay there. We will talk about that in a little bit. I want you to wait here on your bed while I go speak to Alyssa.”

“Yes, sir.”

I watched Daddy go downstairs and secretly smiled to myself. I wasn’t gonna be the only one in trouble today.

~~~~~~~~~~~

I went downstairs and back to the living room. I picked up the remote control and turned off the television set. I sat down to face Alyssa.

“Alyssa, was there anyone else over here this afternoon? And do you know where Samantha got her bad language?” I was speaking fairly firmly. I wanted Alyssa to know that I meant business.

She looked at me and said, “Umm, well, a few of my friends stopped by, but uh, they were only here for a few minutes. Bad language? Um, no, not that I know of, sir,” she said. But I could tell that she was clearly nervous.

“Alyssa, Samantha said that there was quite a gathering here, and that there was more than talking going on, and that that is where she picked up the bad language. Now do you want to come clean, or do I need to call your father?”

She stood up and said, “Umm, no sir, you don't have to do that.”

“Sit down, Alyssa, and tell me what happened, right now,” I said firmly.

She sat back down, and put her hands in her lap. “Well, uh, my boyfriend did stop by with a few of his friends. I told them they couldn't stay, but they just came in for about half an hour. They were cursing, but I told them to watch their language, and then they stopped. I'm sorry; I didn't think Sammie heard them.”

I looked at her. I couldn’t believe what she was telling me. “And were you necking with your boyfriend, Alyssa? And was there any drinking going on? And did I ever give you permission to invite anyone over while you were sitting, even for half an hour?”

I knew I was asking too many questions at once, but I was getting very angry. What started out as a simple “I would have to spank my little one when I got home” was turning into a big fiasco. It looked as though I would have two spankings to administer this afternoon.

Alyssa bit her lip. I had to stifle a laugh, for this is what my little one did when she was guilty of something. “Umm, no, sir, I know I'm not supposed to have anyone over. But they just stopped by for a minute. Necking? No, sir, well, uh, I, uh, I did kiss him once. Maybe Sammie got the wrong idea. And drinking? Just juice and soda, sir.”

Alyssa started to cry. I wasn’t sure if she was crying because she was hedging the truth or because she realized she had gone too far this afternoon.

I took a deep breath before I spoke. “Alyssa, you seem to have a problem with doing things without permission today, and also a problem with telling the truth. I want the whole story, young lady, and no evasions. Why don’t you go stand in the corner for a few minutes, until you are ready to tell me the whole story?”

She sniffled, nodded her head, and walked to the corner. I sat back on the couch, closed my eyes and took several deep breaths. I needed to have a clear head.

After several minutes, Alyssa said, “Mr. Leonard?”

“What, Alyssa?”

She turned from the corner and said, “I'm sorry that I broke your rules. I won't do it again. Please can you just leave me with a warning?”

I looked back at her and said, “Well, do you have anything more to say to me about the necking, and the drinking? Why don’t you join me back here on the couch?”

She came back over, sat down and looked right at me. “We weren't necking. Sammie's little; she misunderstood. He just gave me a little kiss. And they were only drinking soda, honest. I'll show you the cans...they're in the kitchen.”

She stood up but then looked back at me for approval. I nodded, rose, and followed her into the kitchen. She pointed them out sitting on the counter. There were three coke cans, and one sprite.

“Well maybe Samantha did misunderstand that one. But one other thing, didn’t you tell me that she sneaked ice cream without permission?”

Alyssa nodded. Then she seemed to remember something. “Oh wait, maybe she did ask me. I might have said yes and forgotten,” Alyssa admitted.

This was too much to take. I looked at my young sitter and said, “Alyssa! You know that you are not to give Samantha ice cream as a snack, don't you? And you didn't just forget, did you? Tell the truth, young lady.”

“No, I didn't remember that, Mr. Leonard. Like I said now that I think about it, maybe she did ask me, and I forgot that I said yes,” Alyssa stated.

”I see. So you were so busy entertaining your friends that you forgot what you told Samantha she could do, even though you allowed her to break a rule that you both know perfectly well?” I asked. I didn’t really see how she could get out of this one. I was getting angrier by the minute.

“Umm, uh, I, well, um, I guess so...but I didn't mean to, sir,” she answered.

“But you did remember that she had the ice cream, and you reported it to me as one of the reasons you sent her to her room? When you spanked her and sent her to her room, didn't she mention that you had said that the ice cream was okay?”

Alyssa started to cry. “Yes, but I thought she was lying. I'm sorry, I guess I'm very forgetful today,” she wailed.

”Alyssa, I find these particular lapses of memory very hard to believe. You are in enough trouble already. Are you sure you don't want to correct your story before it gets any longer?”

“I'm telling you the truth, I'm sorry!” Alyssa said adamantly.

“Well, if you are very sure, Alyssa. -- But that just makes it clearer that this is not a job where you can have people over. I think that all of this is too serious for just a warning, Alyssa.”

Alyssa looked at me and said very quietly, “You're going to punish me, sir?”

I nodded. “Yes, I am -- unless you want me to take this to your father instead, the whole thing. You disobeyed my rules, in my house, so I will punish you, unless you'd rather discuss it with your father.”

Alyssa shook her head. “Oh no, please, I don't want to talk to my dad about it. I'm sorry I broke your rules,” she said, looking down. I guessed her father would be much stricter with her, and she didn’t want that.

”Very well then, you have a good paddling coming, Alyssa. Having people over, being too preoccupied to pay attention to Samantha, spanking her without permission, letting her break rules, then trying to punish her for what you allowed -- this is way past the limit, Alyssa. I want you over the arm of the couch, bottom bare -- that is how your father generally spanks you, isn't it?”

“Um, yes, sir,” Alyssa said nervously. She pulled her pants and panties down and then lay over the arm of the couch. Then I got the paddle, and started to spank her with it.

{Whack!} {Whack!} {Whack!} {Whack!} {Whack!} {Whack!} {Whack!} {Whack!} {Whack!} “You will not {Whack!} have friends over {Whack!} while you are {Whack!} watching Samantha.” {Whack!}

“Owwwwww, yes, sir!” she cried.

{Whack!}{Whack!} “And you will not {Whack!} allow Samantha to break the rules. {Whack!} You will not {Whack!} try to spank her, {Whack!} without permission from me or her mother.” {Whack!}{Whack!}

Alyssa’s buttocks were turning redder and redder with each smack of the paddle. She was crying hard now, but I just kept going.

“Owwwwww, yes, Mr. Leonard, I'm sorrrry, pleeeease!” she cried.

{Whack!}{Whack!} “You will not {Whack!} report things that Samantha did {Whack!} in ways which {Whack!} make things seem worse than they honestly are. {Whack!}{Whack!} Is that clear? {Whack!} That is very unfair to her {Whack!} and to you. {Whack!} She must be able to trust you {Whack!} to do right by her, {Whack!} just as I would, {Whack!} Alyssa.” {Whack!}

“Owwww, yes, sir, I'm sorry, I'll be more careful in the future, please stop, I'm sorry!” Alyssa wailed.

{Whack!} {Whack!} {Whack!} {Whack!} {Whack!} {Whack!} {Whack!} “All right, I think that’s enough. You may stand up now, Alyssa. I forgive you, but you are going to have to apologize to Sammie for what you did to her.”

I watched Alyssa stand up, and fix her panties and pants. She rubbed her bottom half a dozen times, and wiped her eyes. As she sniffled, she spoke, “Yes, sir. Can I apologize to her later?”

“No, I think she needs to hear it as soon as you can pull yourself together, and I think you need to get it off your chest right away too, Alyssa,” I told her.

“Okay, sir.” I watched Alyssa walk to the bathroom. She emerged a few minutes later, her face still red. I pointed to the stairs and followed her up to my little one’s room.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

Daddy opened my door. I was still lying on my bed as Daddy had told me. I looked up as I heard the door open. Daddy said, “Samantha, Alyssa has something that she wants to say to you.”

Alyssa looked at me and said, “I'm sorry I forgot that I told you that you could have the ice cream. I wasn't thinking. And I'm sorry I spanked you.”

I took a good long look at my babysitter. Her eyes and nose were red. I sort of smiled to myself. I guessed my daddy had spanked her, and I was glad. I got what I wanted, so I was no longer mad at her.

“Alyssa has been spanked for what she did, Samantha, and I know that you didn't misbehave as much as I thought. Now do you have anything to say to her?”

“Well, I guess it's okay. And I'm sorry I didn't listen to you either. I just had a bad day and I was mad that you were ignoring me,” I said.

“I think everyone had a bad day,” Daddy said.

Alyssa nodded. She came over to me and I put my arms up. She hugged me and I hugged her back twice as hard. I knew I still had a spanking coming, but I was glad that Alyssa and I were friends again.

Daddy walked Alyssa out, telling her he would see her tomorrow. I waited til he came back to my room.

"Now Samantha", he said, "although things are not as bad as I thought, there are still some things we need to discuss. Do you understand what they are?"

“I left my room, Daddy? And said bad words?” I asked.

”Yes, and you were not nice to Alyssa, were you? And I think maybe you tried to make what she did look worse than it was, maybe because you were mad at her. Is that so?”

I looked down. How did he do that?

“Umm, maybe, but Daddy, she was sooo mean to me. And she WAS kissing her boyfriend. So there!” I had forgiven Alyssa, but now Daddy was making it seem like I was the only bad guy. I folded my arms and turned away from him, the anger creeping back in.

“Samantha, look at me when I am talking to you.”

I turned back to Daddy. “Yes, sir.”

“Now Alyssa has been spanked for what she did that was naughty. She was not nice to you, and she apologized for that. But that is not an excuse for you to lie about her, is it, Samantha?”

“I didn't lie to you, Daddy. I just told you what I thought.” I bit my lip. “You gonna spank me, Daddy?”

Daddy nodded. “Yes, for leaving your room after you were told to stay there, and for using bad language. You knew it was bad language, didn't you?”

I just nodded. No point in lying about that.

Daddy continued, “And you’ll be punished for being sassy to Alyssa.”

Daddy took a breath, then looked right into my eyes. “Now, Samantha, are you *sure* you didn't exaggerate just a bit, try to make what Alyssa did sound worse than it was?”

I started to pout. “Well, ummm, well, maybe a little, Daddy. But she shouldn't a told on me when she knew she was breaking rules too.” I started to cry, thinking that Daddy was going to be super mad at me.

Daddy pulled me into his lap then and said, “Well, you have had a hard day, and you were provoked. But Samantha, get this straight.”

I listened. Daddy was using an extra firm, no nonsense voice. “Lying is never acceptable, and lying to try to get someone in trouble, or in worse trouble, is particularly naughty. Do you understand that, young lady?”

“I understand, and I'm sorry, Daddy. I didn't mean it,” I said, really meaning it.

”Well, usually you get a soaping for lying, and for bad language. But, well, we'll see how you take your paddling. Now bring me your hairbrush, young lady; you have a sound paddling coming.”

“Yes, sir.” I got up to get the brush...refusing or stalling would only make things worse. I brought it back to Daddy and handed it to him. “Daddy? Would it help if I say that I'm really, really sorry?”

”Yes, it helps, and I believe that you really are sorry. But it doesn't get you out of your spanking, Samantha.”

Daddy pulled my pants and panties down then and pulled me over his lap. He picked up the brush and started to spank me with it. {Whack!} {Whack!} {Whack!} {Whack!} {Whack!} {Whack!} {Whack!} {Whack!}

I started to kick my feet and cry right away. You’d think I’d be used to the feeling of a hairbrush spanking by now! I sure got them often enough. But I wasn’t used to it. It still hurt so much.

“Owwwww, Daddddy, waaaah, stop, that hurrrts!” I cried.

{Whack!}{Whack!} “I'll stop {Whack!} after you've had {Whack!} the spanking you {Whack!} deserve, {Whack!} young lady. {Whack!}{Whack!} When you are sent to your room {Whack!} by me or by Alyssa, {Whack!} you will not sneak out. {Whack!} You will stay there {Whack!} until you are allowed to leave, except for emergencies.” {Whack!}{Whack!}

“Owwwww, okaaaaaay!” I yelled, sobbing frantically.

{Whack!}{Whack!} “And you will not {Whack!} use bad language {Whack!} ever again; {Whack!} no matter who you hear it from. {Whack!}{Whack!} Not ever! {Whack!} If I hear you did that {Whack!} again, {Whack!} it will be a mouth-soaping {Whack!} for sure.” {Whack!}{Whack!}

I couldn’t believe this spanking was still going on. It hurt so much. My tushie was on fire. “Owwwww, yeeeesssssir!” I said. It was hard to pay attention to the lecture, but if I didn’t, there’d be worse trouble.

{Whack!}{Whack!} “And you will not be sassy to {Whack!} Alyssa {Whack!} or anyone in charge of you {Whack!} again. {Whack!}{Whack!} And most of all, {Whack!}{Whack!} you will not {Whack!} lie {Whack!} to me {Whack!} or anyone, {Whack!}{Whack!} especially {Whack!} you will not {Whack!}{Whack!} lie {Whack!} to try to get {Whack!} someone {Whack!} in trouble.” {Whack!}{Whack!}

He was killing me. “Owwwwww, yes, Dadddy, I won't anymore, now stop!” I ordered. I mean, come on now, enough was enough.

{Whack!}{Whack!}{Whack!}{Whack!} “You do not {Whack!} give the orders {Whack!} around here, {Whack!} Samantha Karen. {Whack!}{Whack!}{Whack!} Have you {Whack!} learned your lesson, {Whack!} young lady?” {Whack!}

“Owwww, yeesssssirrrrr, I sorrrrrry!” I cried very hard.

{Whack!} {Whack!} {Whack!} {Whack!} {Whack!} {Whack!} {Whack!} {Whack!} “All right, Samantha, your spanking is over. Now I want you to stand in the corner for a few minutes, and think about why you were spanked. Then your punishment will be over.”

“Yes, Daddy,” I said, getting up and walking to the corner. I stood there, sobbing and rubbing my bottom. Thank god I had a daddy who let me rub. I knew of several people who were not allowed to rub their sore behinds. I couldn’t even imagine that.

After a bit, Daddy said, “All right, you may come out of the corner, little one. I forgive you. And I love you very much, as always.”

I ran into Daddy’s open arms, sobbing. “Daddy, you were very hard on me,” I sobbed into his chest.

Daddy held me tight and rubbed my back and my sore bottom, as I held on for dear life. “I'm sorry, little one, but you were acting pretty naughty today. I know that Alyssa wasn't nice and she did things that made it harder for you, but you still misbehaved, and then you lied. I can't allow that, not ever. Do you understand?”

“I understand, Daddy,” I said, crying still.

Daddy held me tight. He turned me to face him and looked right into my eyes. “But I want you to know that even when I have to punish you, I still love you very, very much, little one.”

I wiped at my tears. “I love you, too. Daddy? I'm gonna try hard to be good,” I stated.

“I'm glad, little one. You are always my good girl, but I will be very glad if you can manage not to act naughty for a bit. We have more fun when you behave, don't we?”

I nodded. “Yes, Daddy.” I lay in his arms for a while just thinking. “Daddy?”

“Yes, little one?”

“Maybe if I'm good we can go somewhere special this weekend?”

Daddy smiled and said, “Yes, I think that might be managed.”

I smiled, too. I was glad Daddy didn’t hate me. I would always be his little one.

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The rest of the night was spent getting my little one fed and bathed, and tucked in. We made plans to do something special that weekend. I always loved when she behaved...we could have some fun times together. But whether she was naughty or nice, she would always be my little one.

The end.