Little One and the Laser

Little One and the Laser (M/f)

(Author’s Note, from Sam: This really happened in my classroom this year. Believe it or not!)

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I was called to Little One’s school. It hadn’t been the first time, and I have no doubt in my mind it would be the last, either. I hadn’t known what she had done this time, but the secretary told me the principal wanted to see me. That was not a good sign.

I walked down the familiar halls and looked at the drawings and essays on the bulletin boards. I went into the front office and up to the first secretary I saw. “Hello. I’m Mr. Leonard. I was called that Mr. Deanne wanted to see me. Is there a problem with Samantha?”

She stood up and led me down a small hall. “Right this way, sir.” Within minutes, I was standing in Mr. Deanne’s office and shaking his hand.

“Hi, Mr. Leonard, thanks for coming down. We tried to reach your wife but we were told she was out of the office today.”

“Yes, she’s out of town for a few days. What seems to be the problem, Mr. Deanne?”

“Well, you see, Samantha took a small laser out of another child's bookbag and was playing with it. Now as you know those things are banned here, but that's not the whole problem. It's what she did with it. She shined it into another child's eyes and now he's complaining he's seeing colors. I'm afraid we're going to have to suspend Samantha for a week.”

“A laser? What kind of laser? I’m sorry I don’t really understand.”

From out of his top desk drawer, Mr. Deanne took out a small laser. I recognized it at once. It was like the kind I used at work all the time. “You say that’s banned?”

“Yes, the police have problems with it as well. They’re afraid they’re used as targets, and as weapons. We don’t allow them in school. In fact, children are not allowed to bring any toys to school at all.”

“Yes, I’m aware of that. But you say Samantha took this from another child?” I asked.

“Yes, out of Joshua’s bookbag. He had brought it to school to show off to his friends. We just spoke with Joshua’s mother. He had been told not to bring it to school, but he did anyway. We’ve suspended him for two days.”

“Two days? Didn’t you just tell me that Samantha was being suspended for five?” I asked. I sensed that this was unfair.

“Well, yes, sir, but Joshua only brought it to school. It was Samantha who shined it into Mark’s face. Mark is now at the emergency room. We hope to hear from his parents soon.”

I nodded. “I hope Mark will be okay.” I stood up. “Thank you for speaking with me, Mr. Deanne. I will speak firmly with Samantha and let her know that was she did was unacceptable. You can be sure nothing like this will ever happen again.”

“Thank you,” the principal said, shaking my hand. He led me to where my little one sat in the outer office.

She looked shyly up at me. “Hi, Daddy,” she said.

I leaned down and took her hand. “Hello, Samantha. Let’s go. You have all your stuff?”

“Yes, sir. My teacher gived me a lot of homework and stuff,” she said, trying to lift her heavy backpack.

I took it from her and led her to the car. It was pretty quiet on the way home. I know my little one knew she was in big trouble. I was still trying to digest what the principal had told me. I really thought a week’s suspension was unfair. I didn’t think Samantha knew just how dangerous an act it was, what she did.

When we got home, I opened some windows to let the fresh air in. With Denise gone, the house felt warm and stale. I wished she would return from her trip soon. But now I knew I had something important to deal with. I decided to question my little one to find out exactly what she knew.

I sat her down at the kitchen table with a glass of juice and a few pretzels. It wasn’t even lunch time yet. I knew I wouldn’t be back at the office today.

“Samantha Karen, do you understand that what you did was dangerous?”

She shook her head. “I didn’t know, Daddy. I was only playingggggggg!” she whined.

“Don’t whine, Samantha. You are already in enough trouble. Not only did you break a school rule, but you were suspended. What you did was dangerous, and you are in big trouble with me.”

“But Daddy, I was pretending that Mark was my patient and I was a doctor and I was checking his throat and his eyes.”

I nodded. Denise and I had taken her to the pediatrician for her annual checkup the previous week. I figured it was only natural for her to want to pretend she was a doctor.

”I see. Well, it is okay to pretend, but not to really shine a light in Mark's eyes. When you are playing a doctor who operates, you don't really cut someone, do you?”

“No, sir.”

“Didn’t you think that shining the light in Mark’s eyes was dangerous?”

She shook her head. “I didn’t know, Daddy. Well not exactly. Joshua kinda told me not to, but I wanted to try it. He told me he wasn’t aposta bring it to school but he did. He showed it to me and I wanted to use it.”

I sighed. I looked at my little one. She started to look down. “Then you knew you were doing something naughty, didn't you? You may have really hurt Mark. You didn't want to do that, did you?”

She shook her head. “No, course not, Daddy. I didn't know I was doing nothing naughty, he just said not to play with it.”

Samantha finished her juice and put down the glass. I looked right into her eyes. “Not to play with it means that there is a reason, young lady, and you know that looking into a light can hurt your eyes, don't you? Anyway, you are suspended from school, so you will have to stay home, and since this isn't a vacation, you will be grounded during that time,” I explained to her.

She frowned and started to pout. “But Daddy, that's not fair!”

”Was it fair that Mark had to go to the hospital?”

I watched as her lower lip quivered. “N-no, sir, but I didn’t mean to do that,” she said sadly. She looked down at her feet.

I lifted her chin so that she was looking directly at me. “No, but you knew that you were doing something that you shouldn't. Rules are there for a reason, often to keep you or someone else from being hurt. You knew you were breaking a rule, and so you will be punished.”

Samantha started to whine again. “But I didn’t know I was breaking a rule, Daddy.”

“You knew that your friend told you not to use the laser, and you took it without permission. Taking things without asking is against the rules, and you know that perfectly well, young lady.”

Samantha just nodded. We had had that discussion several times before. I stood up, took her juice glass and put it in the sink. I held out my hand for her to take. She was very unhappy but knew that arguing or fighting me would only be worse for her bottom.

I led her upstairs to her room. “If you need to go potty, go do it now.”

She ran to the bathroom, didn’t even dawdle, and was back standing next to me in a matter of minutes. “Tell me why you are in trouble, Samantha Karen.”

She hated this part; I knew. I had hated it when I was a child, too. But I felt it was important for her to know exactly why she had earned a spanking.

She bit her lip. She often did that when she was in trouble. “I, I, I taked Josh’s laser out of his bookbag, even though he telled me not to, and I shined it in Mark’s eyes. And he hadda go to the hospital.”

“That’s right. And both those things were very naughty,” I told her. She stood by my side. I reached down and pushed her shorts and panties down to her ankles and lifted her over my lap.

I raised my hand and brought it down fairly hard on her bare bottom. {Smack} {Smack} {Smack} {Smack} {Smack} {Smack} {Smack} {Smack} {Smack} {Smack}

“Owwwwww, Daddddddy! I'm sorrrrrry! That hurrrrts, stoppppp!” she cried.

But I didn’t stop. {Smack} {Smack} {Smack} “Of course it hurts. {Smack} It's a spanking. {Smack} {Smack} You will not {Smack} take other people’s things {Smack} without permission, {Smack} young lady. {Smack} You will not {Smack} shine any light {Smack} in anyone’s {Smack} {Smack} {Smack} eyes.” {Smack} {Smack}

“Owwww, yessss, Daddddy, I won't anymore, I'm sorrrrry!” my little one cried.

I gave her a few more smacks to the sitspot, to drive the lesson home. {Smack} {Smack} {Smack} {Smack} “All right, little one, your spanking is over, and I forgive you,” I said, pulling her up onto my lap. I pulled her close to me and held her tight.

She sobbed on my shoulder, crying. “I not mean to hurt him, Daddy, I was just playing. I don't wanna be suspended!” she cried.

”Well, little one, to tell you the truth, I think your suspension is too long. I will try to speak to Mr. Deanne again. But, Samantha, you did break the school rules, and someone got hurt.”

She nodded her little head, tears still slipping down her face. “Yes, sir.” She looked down.

I made her look at me. “Always remember that I love you, no matter what you do. You will always be my little one.”

She smiled up at me. “I love you, too, Daddy. And I’s real sorry.”

“You’ve been punished and forgiven, little one. You’ll still be grounded this week while you’re suspended, but as far as I’m concerned, it’s over and done with. I know you won’t do anything like this again.”

“No, Daddy, never!” she swore to me.

“Good,” I said. “Now how about a little nap before lunch?”

“Okay,” she said. We both knew that spankings wore her out.

I tucked her in on her tummy, in just a t-shirt. It hurt her too much to have anything rubbing against her bottom. By lunchtime, the sting would go away a bit. I didn’t know what I was going to do with her home the whole week, but I hoped Denise would be home soon.

Later that afternoon, Joshua called to let Samantha know that Mark was fine. It turned out he needed to get glasses, but not because of the incident with the laser. Just because he needed them. We were all relieved that he would be okay.

And Samantha would be okay too. And hopefully she would stay out of trouble, for just a little while. One could hope, anyway.

Epilogue: After a night of barely sleeping, I decided to go back to the school and speak to Mr. Deanne again. I really didn’t think my little one should be suspended for a full five days. She hadn’t really known that what she did was dangerous, after all. I knew Mr. Deanne was a sensible man and would listen to what I had to say.

The secretary led me right in. Luckily I was able to get Alyssa to come watch Samantha before she left for school. I knew I’d be back in time.

We talked for a long time and then finally Mr. Deanne made a decision. He said he couldn’t take back the suspension but he could change it to an ‘in school’ suspension. Samantha would stay home one day and then for the rest of the week go to another classroom. That way she’d know she was being punished but wouldn’t totally miss out on school.

I was rather pleased with the situation myself. After one day home with her, I’d need to get back to work.

The end.