Glue...a "Little one" story

Glue…a “Little One” story (M/f)

Samantha Karen Leonard had had a great day at school. She smiled as she got off the bus to meet her babysitter, Alyssa. They did homework, played and watched TV until Little One’s Daddy got home. While Daddy was starting dinner, Sammie watched some more TV. But she was distracted. She had started thinking about something that happened at school that day.

She hadn’t really had a really great day. It had been good until her teacher caught her doing something wrong. Then it wasn’t so great. Sammie went over to her bookbag and took out the note. She had managed to hide it from her babysitter. But something inside her told her that it would not be a good idea to hide this note from Daddy.

Sammie sat in the den, fingering the note. She knew she had to show it to him. Would it be better to wait until after dinner? Should she show her mommy in the morning? The house was quiet except for the TV. If she strained, she could hear Daddy puttering about in the kitchen. Tonight was Mommy’s Book Club night, and Sammie knew she wouldn’t be home until she was asleep.

Little one finally decided she had just better get this over with. She walked into the kitchen with the note in her hands. Her daddy’s back was to her. She was about to tap him or say something, when she lost her nerve and turned to leave the kitchen. But her daddy’s keen sense of hearing made him turn around. “Hello Little one. Your show over?”

“Umm, no, not yet. I’ll just go back now.”

"Little one, what's that you got in your hands?"

Sammie stared at her Daddy, keeping her hands behind her back. "Ummm."

Her Daddy wiped his hands on a paper towel and put them out for the paper. "Come now, show Daddy, please."

Reluctantly Sammie held the note out to Daddy. "It's a note from my teacher, Daddy. But Daddy, I didn't do it!" she protested.

Little one’s daddy sighed. He knew the afternoon had been too good to be true. Before opening the note, he checked to see that the oven had preheated, and he slid the chicken in. It would have to cook for at least an hour. Mr. Leonard took the note from his daughter. "That will be for me to decide, Samantha." He opened it and read it; it said:

Dear Mr. Leonard,

I thought you should know that I caught Samantha and another little boy, Justin, putting glue in the soap dispenser. It was a very sticky mess, and several children spent a long time trying to wash the glue off their hands. I am very disappointed in their behavior, and am still thinking about an appropriate punishment. I hope you will speak to Samantha at home about this.

Mrs. Reilly

"Samantha, do you know what this says? It says you put glue in the soap holder. That would be a very naughty thing for you to do. Your teacher says she saw you doing this. I want to know what happened, Samantha -- everything, the whole story. And remember what happens to little girls who don't tell the truth -- a mouth soaping *and* an extra spanking. So think hard, and tell me the whole story, young lady."

At this, Sammie wanted to just run from the room, but her daddy sensed this and sat her down in a kitchen chair. “The whole story.”

Little one looked up at her daddy. She had her hands behind her back. "Well ummm, Daddy, I wasn't the one who did it!" she whined.

"Stop whining, Samantha, and explain, and remember, the truth!"

Sammie bit her lip. "Well you see, it's like this, Daddy, I, um."

Daddy tried to be patient but he wanted to throttle her. "Out with it, Samantha Karen."

Sammie buckled at hearing her full name. "Well Justin just asked me to stand guard while he did it. Honest, I didn’t do it. When the teacher saw me, I was just trying it out to see if it worked." At this Sammie smiled. "Um, it did, and it was kinda neat."

Little one’s Daddy frowned at that statement. Basically she was not only saying she didn’t do it, but that what her friend had done was a neat thing. He knew he would have to be very firm with her.

"Well, I didn't know it would be so bad,” Sammie admitted before her daddy had time to respond.

“Standing guard while Justin did it is helping to do it, Samantha Karen. And messing up school property and causing other kids to get into a mess is NOT neat. It is very naughty. You are going to get a serious punishment, young lady. I'm sure your teacher is going to punish you at school, too. Do you have anything else to say for yourself? I am very unhappy with what you did.”

"But Dadddddddddddy, I didn't really do that much. Justin was the real bad one. That's not fair!" Little one said, crossing her arms over her chest.

Mr. Leonard looked at his little one and frowned as well. "Samantha, you're already in enough trouble without adding a major attitude in. Now do you have anything else to say for yourself before I punish you?" He was glad he had just put the chicken in, as it would take a while to cook, and he knew he had to take care of this problem immediately.

Sammie was frowning. She knew she had lost the fight. Very sadly, she answered, "No, sir, if you ready have your mind made up, but I still not think it fair. I hardly did nothin’."

“If Justin lived here, I would be punishing him even worse, and I think his parents will not be happy with him. But helping someone do something naughty is very nearly as bad as doing it yourself, Samantha Karen. That is why I am going to paddle you -- that and because you don't seem to understand just how naughty you were, nor to be at all sorry for what you did. If you mess things up on purpose, or help anyone else to do so, that is quite naughty and you will be punished. And that goes double when you are at school.”

Sammie hung her head. “Yes, sir.”

“Putting glue in the soap holder made a bunch of people get their hands all sticky, which wasn't nice, and meant that they couldn't wash up, which also wasn't nice. The school custodian probably had to take the soap holder all apart and spend lots of time scrubbing it to get it clean for the soap again -- and they had to replace the soap that Justin must have dumped out -- and that costs money. And don't tell me again that Justin did all that -- you helped him, if he hadn't had you keeping a look-out he might not have done it. So you are just as responsible for it as he is.”

Sammie sighed. She wasn’t sure what to say. That had been a big, long speech, and Mr. Leonard knew his little one needed to process all that.

“Go up to your room and wait for me in the corner, Samantha.” After she left the room, Mr. Leonard put the chicken in the oven. He set the timer for 45 minutes. He knew he would have to check it at that point. That would be about as much time as he would need to deal with his naughty daughter.

Sighing, he walked up the stairs and sat on her bed. He pointed to her dresser.

“You are getting the hairbrush, young lady, for a good sound paddling. Bring it to me, please, then take down your bottoms and get yourself over my lap right away,” he ordered her.

At that Sammie seemed to come to attention. She cried, "Nooooooo Daddy, not the hairbrush! I don't want to!"

"Don't make me count, Samantha."

Little one stomped over to her dresser and picked up the hairbrush. What she really wanted to do was throw it at her daddy, but she didn’t dare.

Her daddy gave her a look. “Stomping and otherwise showing further attitude is only going to get you in much deeper, Samantha. Now bring me the hairbrush.”

Sammie thought about throwing a tantrum but knew that would not help her poor bottom. "I'm sorrrrrrrrry?" she tried.

Her daddy nodded. “I'm glad to hear that. You are about to be much sorrier. Now bring me that brush, young lady. One.”

Little one sighed and quietly walked back to her daddy, holding the hairbrush out nicely. She had to try one more time. "Please don't spank me, Daddy."

"Good girl," he said, “for getting the brush for me. I'm afraid you ARE going to be paddled, Samantha Karen."

He lifted her onto his lap, lowering her jeans and panties. He started to hand spank her, medium hard. {SWAT} {SWAT} {SWAT} {SWAT} {SWAT} {SWAT} {SWAT} “You will not {SWAT} help anyone {SWAT} to mess up {SWAT} school equipment {SWAT} or do anything else {SWAT} naughty, {SWAT} young lady.” {SWAT} {SWAT}

“Owwwwwwww!” Sammie cried.

He increased the force of the spanks. {SMACK!} {SMACK!} {SMACK!} {SMACK!} {SMACK!} {SMACK!} “I am very {SMACK!} unhappy {SMACK!} with your behavior, {SMACK!} young lady. {SMACK!} You know much {SMACK!} much {SMACK!} better than this.” {SMACK!} {SMACK!} {SMACK!}

Little one cried out. “Yes, sir, I’m sorrrrrrrrrry!”

Her daddy picked up the hairbrush and started to paddle her with it, fairly hard but far from full force. {WHACKK!} {WHACKK!} {WHACKK!} {WHACKK!} {WHACKK!} “You acted in a very naughty way, {WHACKK!} young lady. {WHACKK!} {WHACKK!} I will not {WHACKK!} tolerate {WHACKK!} your misbehaving {WHACKK!} at school {WHACKK!} where you are supposed to be {WHACKK!} {WHACKK!} particularly good, {WHACKK!} Samantha Karen.”

Little one laid there taking this very hard spanking and cried until she didn’t think she could cry anymore. At the time switching the soap for glue had seemed like so much fun. Now it just seemed to be a pain in the butt. Literally.

Sammie didn’t think she could take much more but her daddy spanked away. {WHACKK!} {WHACKK!} “You are grounded {WHACKK!} {WHACKK!} for three days {WHACKK!} {WHACKK!} with an early bedtime {WHACKK!} each day {WHACKK!} {WHACKK!} and we will see {WHACKK!} what your teacher {WHACKK!} has in mind {WHACKK!} as your school punishment.” {WHACKK!} {WHACKK!}.

Little one couldn’t even cry anymore; but she lay there sniffling. She lay there very still hoping against hope that her Daddy was finished.

Finally he stopped the spanking and let her cry out her pain. He rubbed her back and bottom.

"There there, Little one. I love you very much, and I always will. You acted naughty, but you've been punished, and now I forgive you. I'm sure you will be a very good girl for me now, won't you, little one?"

Little one’s daddy pulled her up onto his lap. She kneeled on his legs and cried into his chest. “Yes, Daddy, I’ll try hard to be very good, okay?”

“That’s all a Daddy can ask for, is that his little girl tries very hard.”

“That really hurt, Daddy.”

“I know, Little one, but it’s all over now. And once your grounding is up, your punishment will be over. Well, at least from me. I’m not sure what your teacher might do. I think, though, that after dinner, you should write her a letter of apology. You can let her know that you’ve been punished.”

Little one looked up at her daddy. She couldn’t think of anything worse than doing that, but she knew better than to argue. That would only make her wind up back over his lap. “Yes, sir.”

Little one sat on a pillow through dinner that night. She ate her chicken very quietly. They made a little small talk, but Little one was thinking about the letter she still had to write.

The next day at school, Sammie handed Mrs. Reilly the note. Mrs. Reilly nodded and smiled. “Thank you, Samantha. Now you and Justin will have to stay in during recess for the rest of this week and next week. The two of you can help me to keep our classroom clean.”

Sammie wanted to yell out how unfair that was, but she didn’t dare. She knew that was a light sentence considering how much extra work she and Justin had caused for everyone. And Sammie had a faint throbbing in her bottom, also, to remind her of what she had done.

She sighed. “Yes, Ma’am.”

The end.