Playing Games...a Megan and “Little One” story (M/ff)

(c) 2000 by Kayley, D Landhill, and Sampast

 

Don and Kyle had been friends for the longest time.  It seemed only natural that their girls would be friends.  Kyle and Kayley had invited Don and Denise and Sammie over for dinner on Saturday night.

 

They barbequed out back and the adults just smiled to see the two girls playing around in the yard.  The grown-ups had chicken and steak to eat, while the girls had hot dogs.

 

After dinner, the adults went inside to clean up and have “adult talk” and Megan and Sammie were sent up to Megan’s room to play.

 

Sammie looked around Megan’s room.  “You gots lots of games, Megs, which one do you wanna play?” she asked.

 

Megan thought about it.  “How ‘bout Candyland?”

 

“Yeah, that's a good game,” Sammie said with a smile.  “Can I be the girl with the black hair?”

 

“Uh huh,” Megan answered, “I wanna be the red one anyways.”

 

Sammie helped Megan get the game down from the shelf.  They set it down on the floor between them.  Opening the box, Megan took out the pieces.

 

They started to play.  After a while, Sammie stopped and said, “You know, I always think this game should have dice.  You got any games with dice, Megs?”

 

Megan wasn’t sure.  She took down the game, Pretty Pretty Princess and looked through the box.  “Nope, no dice.”

 

Sammie looked up and pointed to a red box.  “How ‘bout that one?”

 

The two girls took down the game.  It was Monopoly, Jr.  Megan looked inside.  “Yep, this one has dice, and it’s got moneys, too.”

 

Sammie smiled.  “Okay, let's use the money, too.”

 

Megan took all the paper money out and spread them out in front of them.  The floor was getting quite cluttered now.

 

Sammie started to move all the pieces around.  “Let's say that if you go forward, you get money, k?”

 

Megan nodded.  “Okay, I likes the moneys.”

 

They played this way for a bit and then Megan stopped.  “I wonder if you can spend ‘em.” 

 

Sammie looked at her friend.  “What d’ya mean?”

 

Megan held up the toy money.  “Can you spend these moneys at the store?” 

 

Megan looked at Sammie, who shook her head.  “I don't think so.  They's not real.  But we can try one day.”

 

“Okay,” Megan said, nodding.  Then they went back to the game.

 

Sammie was getting bored.  She started looking around.  She looked up and saw a yellow box on the top shelf.  “Hey, Megs, what's that game?”

 

Megan looked up at the other games.  She stood on her tippy toes to try to reach it.  Upon doing this, all the games on the shelf toppled over.  They made a big crash.

 

The two girls looked at each other.  Sammie said, “Uh oh.”  Megan said, “I hope the growdups didn’t hear that.”

 

But they did.  Kyle yelled up the stairs, “Girls!  What's going on up there?”

 

Megan opened her door and went to the top of the stairs.  “Nuffin, Daddy, we just dropped a game!” she called down.  She hoped that would satisfy him.  She went back into her room and stared at the huge mess. 

 

Sammie was looking at it, too.  She had an idea that would get them out of cleaning up all the games.  “You know what we could do, Megs?”

 

Megan shook her head.  “No, what?” 

 

“We could take the pieces outta each game and make it part of this game,” Sammie suggested, pointing to the game that was already in progress.

 

Megan’s eyes lit up.  “Good idea!” she said.

 

Just then Sammie heard her dad calling, “Samantha, we're going to go soon.”

 

She ran to the top of the stairs and looked down.  Don was standing there looking up at her.  “But Daddy, we're in the middle of a game.”

 

“Okay, little one, a few more minutes,” he said, walking away.  He went back to Denise, Kayley, and Kyle and soon the four of them were involved in another long boring adult conversation.

 

Sammie went back to Meggie’s room and watched as she removed the pieces from each game.  She sat back down on the floor and helped.  Soon they had all the pieces from all of Megan’s games scattered on the floor in front of them.

 

Megan was piling them up on the Candyland board.  They continued to play, making up rules about each piece as they went along.  They were having so much fun; they didn’t realize how late it was getting.  They were so absorbed in the game that they didn’t hear their parents calling them.

 

Suddenly Sammie stopped playing.  Megan looked at her friend.  She had completely forgotten about the adults and the mess they had made in her room.  “What is it, Sammie?” she asked.

 

“Listen.”  They both listened.  They heard footsteps on the stairs.  Sammie looked at Megan.  “Uh oh, what're we gonna do?”

 

Megan looked around at the big mess, almost like she was seeing it for the first time, and understood that they were definitely going to be in trouble if their parents saw.  She looked around wildly.  Megan caught Sammie’s eye.  “Under the bed?”

 

Sammie nodded.  “Yeah, that’s good.”

 

They started pushing and shoving all the pieces of the different games under the bed.  They managed to fit the Candyland board and most of the pieces under, but the boxes didn’t fit.

 

There was a knock at the door.  Sammie looked at Megan and whispered, “Now what?”

 

Meggie jumped up and grabbed the blanket off her bed and tossed it over the boxes.  She sat back down with a smile, just as Kyle opened the door.

 

“Hi, Daddy,” she said as he stepped cautiously into the room.

 

Shyly, Sammie said, “Hi, Uncle Kyle.”  She hoped he wouldn’t notice the huge bundle in the middle of the room, with the blanket tossed carelessly over it.  Sammie could just see the edge of Monopoly, Jr. sticking out in one corner, and hoped Meggie’s daddy didn’t see.

 

Kyle walked in and looked around.  Then he looked down at the two girls.  “What are you doing?” 

 

Very nonchalantly, Megan answered, “We's playin.”

 

“Yeah, we's playing,” Sammie echoed. 

 

Kyle nodded.  “What's under the blanket?” he asked.

 

Megan said, “Ummmm, nuffin.”

 

Sammie jumped up when she saw Kyle reach for the blanket.  She tried to block him from looking.  Sammie looked at Megan.  Meggie looked back at her helplessly.

 

The two girls watched as Kyle lifted up the blanket.  “What are all these games doing here?”

 

Megan smiled up at him innocently.  “Maybe we kinda need to pick up a lil, Daddy?” 

 

Kyle didn’t answer.  He looked at the two girls.  They looked toward the bed and then quickly away.  But Kyle noticed.  He kneeled down and looked under.  When he stood up again, he was shaking his head.

 

Meggie could tell that her daddy was mad about the games being all out.  She started to whine, “We was jusss playyyyyyin!” 

 

Kyle said, “There’s a big fat mess, here, Megan Elise.”  Meggie just pouted. 

 

Frowning, Kyle said, “Sammie, your parents are ready to leave.  I am going to give you fifteen minutes to clean all of this up.  You’d both better hurry.” 

 

He walked out of the room, closing the door behind him.  Kyle went downstairs and told Kayley, Don and Denise that the girls needed a bit more time to clean up.  He underestimated how much time they would really need.

 

Sammie looked at Megan.  “Now what?”

 

Meggie looked at the mess.  She pouted.  “I guess we gots to clean it up.”

 

Sammie joined her in pouting.  “How we gonna do that?”

 

Megan shrugged.  “I dunno.....that’s a BIG mess!” she said, surveying the room. 

 

Sammie nodded.  Then she had another brilliant idea.  “What if we were to just put it all in one box?”

 

“Is there a big enough one?” Meggie asked, starting to dig through all the boxes.

 

Sammie grabbed a big box and held it up for Meggie to see.  “How ‘bout this one?”

 

Meggie nodded and started stuffing stuff into it.

 

They both jumped when Don yelled up the stairs, “Girls, five minutes!”

Megan started stuffing faster. 

 

Sammie frowned as she tried to jam the box closed.  “It’s not all fitting.”

 

Meggie thought about the situation.  She opened up her toy box and started shoving game pieces in.  Sammie started to help, just as the door opened.

 

This time, both Kyle and Don stood in the doorway.  Kyle walked in and looked around and assessed what was going on.  “This is not what I meant by cleaning up, young ladies,” he said sternly.

 

Megan didn’t know what to say.  She tried, “Uh hi, Daddy.” 

 

Sammie gulped and said, “Yeah, uh, Hi, Uncle Kyle.”

 

Kyle didn’t answer.  He just looked down at the two girls.  “We cleaneded it, Daddy,” Megan said.

 

Sammie looked at her daddy.  He frowned.  “Well, we did clean, Daddy,” she said.

 

Don said, “Then I hate to think of what it was like when you started, little one.  Look at all this.  How many games did you have out, anyway?”

 

It was as if Megan and Kyle weren’t in the room anymore.  Sammie looked up at her daddy, and started to pout.  “But Daddy, they fell!” she whined.

 

“Don’t whine, Samantha.  Now, when did they fall? And how?” he asked.

 

Sammie seemed to think about it.  She looked over at Meggie, but she was deep in a conversation with her own daddy.  “Ummm, a while ago.  I ast Meggie what that yellow box was; it was on the top shelf, and when she reached for it, they all came tumbling down.”

 

Don pursed his lips.  “I see, that was when you said that you dropped 'a game’.  That was about 45 minutes ago or more.  Did you start cleaning up the games that fell right away?” 

 

Again, Sammie looked over at Megan and then down at the floor.  “No sir.  I had a better idea, but I guess now thinking back, it wasn't such a good idea.”

 

“What better idea?” Don asked.

 

“Um, to play with all the pieces of all the games,” Sammie answered.

 

“I see.  Did you think about how long that would take to clean up?”

 

Sammie shook her head no.  At this time, Kyle took Don aside and told him what he thought they should do about the situation.  Don nodded in agreement and turned to face the girls.

 

“Samantha, Megan, we are going to put all these games, just like they are, in a bag in the guest room.  Tomorrow, you will come back here, Samantha, and the two of you will put all the games away properly.  And then each of you will loose several games for three days, as a reminder to play more carefully.  Now Samantha, we will go home where you and I will have a "talk" about this.”

 

Sammie looked at Meggie.  Both of them looked very sorry.  Sammie looked down then, knowing that her idea of “talk”, and her daddy’s idea, were very different.  “Yes, Daddy,” she said quietly.

 

Megan and Sammie were quiet as they watched their daddies pick up all the game pieces and the boxes and move them into the guest room, where they wouldn’t get stepped on or lost.

 

Don held his hand out for Sammie’s.  “Say goodbye to Megan, and let’s go,” he said.

 

Sammie hugged Meggie and said, “Bye, Megs, I guess I’ll see ya tomorrow.”

 

Megan just nodded.  She looked down.  She didn’t want to face her daddy’s gaze just then.

 

Don led Sammie downstairs where she said good night to Aunt Kayley.  She took Mommy’s hand and followed Daddy to the car.

 

In the car on the way home, Don filled Denise in on what had gone on upstairs.  Denise turned to Sammie who was sitting in the back seat, and said, “Samantha, I am very disappointed in you.  You know that games must be cleaned up before it is time to go.”

 

Trying not to whine, Sammie answered, “We tried, Mommy, but there were too many!”

 

"Then you should have started sooner, or called for help,” Don said.

 

The rest of the drive home was quiet.  Sammie knew what to expect when she got home.  They pulled into the driveway.  Don turned off the car and started to get out.

 

"Samantha, please go up to your room and wait in the corner.  We will be up in a few minutes.”

 

“Yes, Daddy,” Sammie said, pouting.

 

After about ten minutes, Don and Denise went into Sammie’s room, where she was waiting in the corner.  “Turn around,” Don said.  She did.  "Do you understand what the problem was today, Samantha?"

 

Sammie nodded and very quietly said, “Me and Meggie made a big mess, Daddy?”

 

Don nodded slowly.  “Yes, that is part of it.  And when you were told to clean up, you tried to just shove it away and hide it.”

 

“But Daddy, we couldn't do it...we didn't want to not listen,” Sammie said, trying to defend herself and Megan.

 

“Okay, but when the games fell, you just kept on playing for half an hour or more, didn't you?  You knew there was a mess and you made it worse by playing with all the games at once, instead of stopping to pick up what fell, right?”

 

“Kinda.  We wanted to use all the pieces,” Sammie said.

 

Don shook his head.  “Well, it is okay to use more than one game if you want to, but if there is extra stuff out then you need to allow extra time to put it away, and when the games fell, you could have asked for help.  Then you wouldn't be in trouble now.  Why didn't you?  Why did you say that only ‘a game’ fell when we asked what happened?”

 

It made so much sense to Sammie now.  She had no idea why they had done what they did.  She shrugged.  “I'm not sure, Daddy.  I guess I thought we'd be in trouble.  Stupid, huh?”

 

“Well, if you thought that, then you should at least have tried to make things right, not waited until there was no time left.  The rule is you may play with any of your games, but things must be picked up in good time.  You didn't do that, and you left a very big mess.  So you have a spanking coming.”

 

“But Daddy, that's not fair!” Sammie cried.

 

“Oh?  Why not?” Don asked, surprised.

 

Sammie looked at her daddy and then at her mommy.  She tried to think of why it wasn’t fair.  “Uh, um, cuz, Meggie is little, and um, um, oh, I don't know!” she cried.  She put her head into her daddy’s lap and cried.

 

He hugged her tight.  “I'm sorry that you feel it is unfair and that you are unhappy.  But do you understand the rule, Samantha?” he asked her quietly.  

 

Still with her head in his lap, Sammie nodded and said, “Yes, sir.”

Don lifted Sammie up so that she was standing again, and made her face him.  “Do you understand that you should have asked for help, or started to clean up sooner, and not tried to hide the problem?  Hiding things usually makes them worse.”

 

Very sorrily, Sammie nodded.  “Yes, Daddy, I sorry, please don't spank me,” she tried.

 

Before Don could answer, Denise piped up.  “I'm sorry, Samantha, but you broke the rule.  You have a spanking coming to help you to remember this rule from now on." 

 

Sammie just nodded.  Then her daddy said, “It is time, Samantha.”

 

Already sitting on her bed, Don reached down and pulled Sammie’s shorts and panties down and lifted her over his lap.  Denise handed him her hairbrush, and he started to hand spank her.

 {Crack} {Crack}{Crack}{Crack}{Crack}

 

Sammie kicked and cried, “Ow, Daddy, why the brush? Waaaaah!”

 

{Crack}{Crack} “Because I think you need the brush to make sure you remember this. {Crack} You had a hard time {Crack} admitting that you did something wrong.” {Crack}

 

“Owwwwww, yes, Daddddy!  Waaaaaaah!”  The brush hurt so much.  Sammie was miserable.

 

But the spanking continued.  {Crack}{Crack} “You will not {Crack} leave messes around. {Crack} When you play with Meggie or any of your friends, {Crack} you will clean things up {Crack} before it is time to go.” {Crack}

 

“Owwwww, okay, Daddddy!” Sammie yelled, wiggling.  Denise leaned over and held Sammie firmly on her husband’s lap.

 

{Crack}{Crack} “Where there is a bigger mess than you can handle, {Crack}{Crack} you will get help right away.” {Crack}  

 

“Yes, sir!” Sammie uttered.  “Waaaaaah!”

 

{Crack}{Crack} “You will not {Crack} try to hide {Crack} problems from us.” {Crack}{Crack}

 

Sammie was beyond tears.  She just nodded, and sobbed.

 

{Crack}{Crack}{Crack}{Crack}{Crack}{Crack} “All right, your spanking is over, little one.”

 

Don put down the brush and started to rub Sammie’s bottom.  She just lay there continuing to sob.  Don pulled her to a kneeling position and let her cry over his shoulder.  Denise leaned over and kissed Sammie’s face and tried to wipe away her tears.

 

Sammie sniffled, and said, “I sorry, Daddy, Mommy.”

 

“Okay, little one,” Don said, in a soothing tone.  “I am sure that you have learned your lesson.  Now tomorrow, you and Megan will put all those games back together right, okay?”

 

“Yes, sir,” Sammie said, nodding.

 

There was a big three-way hug.  Sammie felt so loved then.  “There, there, little one,” Don said again.

 

“I so sorrrrry!” Sammie wailed.

 

“Well, you will do better next time, won't you?” Don asked, pulling Sammie off his shoulder so that she could look him in the face.

 

“Yes, Daddy.”

 

“That’s my good girl,” he said, kissing her on the nose.  This made her smile.

 

Denise looked at the clock.  “I think it’s time for you to get to bed, Samantha.  It is late.  And you and Megan have a lot of work to do tomorrow, don’t you?”

 

Sammie nodded.  “Yes, Mommy.”  She got down from her daddy’s lap and started getting ready for bed.  After all her routines, and a quick story from Mommy, Sammie laid down on her tummy in bed.  As she fell asleep, she thought about what was happening at Meggie’s house.

~~~

Meggie watched Sam and her parents leave, sadly.  She didn't want them to go.  She and Sam had been having fun before the mess happened but more than that, she didn't really want to face her Daddy just yet.

 

Kyle had gone downstairs to show Don and Denise out and give Kayley a hand in the kitchen.  "You, little lady, need to sit in here and think about what happened tonight and how it could have been avoided.  I'll be up to talk to you in a little while,” he'd said as he shut her door.

 

Meggie climbed onto her bed and stared at the wall where her games usually were.  She didn't know how Daddy could expect her to think about how the problem could have been avoided.  All she could think about was how to avoid the spanking she knew was imminent.

 

Finally, after about 15 minutes, Kyle came back upstairs.  Meggie looked up as he walked back into her room.

 

"Hi, Daddy,” she said softly, looking back down.  She could tell by the look on his face that he was still not happy with her.  She had hoped maybe he'd forget just this one time.

 

"Hi, baby.  I think we have something we need to talk about.  Do you know why we are having this discussion?" Kyle asked as he walked across Meggie's room and sat down on the bed next to her.  She climbed up into his lap as soon as he sat down, out of habit.

 

"Cuz Sammie and I maked a biiiiig mess wif my games."

 

"Yes, that’s right.  And when we asked you what happened, what did you do?"

 

Megan thought carefully. "We telled you that one game felled...not that all the games felled.  And we kept playin wif em all."

 

Kyle nodded.  It was important to him that she understood why she got into trouble when she did.  Therefore, he always made her explain exactly where she had gone wrong.  "Yes, you told us that you dropped a game.  One game. You didn't mention the other ten.  Is that telling the truth, Megan?"

 

Meggie shook her head.  Kyle could see the realization dawning on her why he was so upset with her.  "No Sir."

 

"What is that then, Megan?"

 

"It’s a lie,” she said softly.  She knew that she was in big trouble.  Nothing upset her Daddy like lying to him, whether it was on purpose or not.  He hated it.  She looked up at him sadly.  "I's sorry, Daddy, I din't mean to lieee."

 

"Megan, don't start whining.  That is the last thing that could possibly help you right now.  But you are right, you lied to me and so did Sammie.  And I have an idea that Sammie and her Daddy are having a very similar conversation right now, too. "

 

Meggie nodded.  Poor Sam.  She hoped she wasn't having a similar talk.  "But Daddy, I didn't mean to lie to you.  I jus sayed it cuz I was afraid you'd come upstairs and get all mad wif me bout the mess."

 

Kyle nodded.  "So you knew that we wouldn't be happy about the mess.  But instead of picking it up, you kept on playing with it and made it worse.  That’s what I don't understand, Megan.  You know that I would have helped you clean up rather than have you create that huge mess."

 

Meggie nodded again.  "But we woulda had to stop playin."

 

Kyle nodded then, understanding.  One thing about little kids, he thought, they tell it like it is.

 

"Megan, I think you know what is going to happen.  And I also think you know why it’s going to happen, don't you?"  He looked down at his tiny daughter. She stared at her sneakers intently and nodded.  "Okay, then," he said.

 

With that, he sat her down on the floor in front of him and started unsnapping her overalls.  Megan didn't move to help him but she didn’t fight him either.  Her overalls off, he pulled her panties off and her over his lap in one motion.

 

"I's sorrrrrrry!!!" she shrieked.

 

He ignored her plea and raised his hand.  He brought it down with a resounding Smack!!  She jumped and started to cry immediately; more from the shock than the pain. {Smack!!} {Smack!!} {Smack!!}

 

"You will {Smack!!} not lie {Smack!!} to me {Smack!!} or hide it from me {Smack!!} when you need {Smack!!} my help. {Smack!!} {Smack!!} When {Smack!!} any other {Smack!!} adult or I asks you {Smack!!} a question, {Smack!!} you will {Smack!!} answer it honestly. {Smack!!} You will not {Smack!!} make huge messes {Smack!!} just because {Smack!!} you didn't want your playtime {Smack!!} interrupted.  Do {Smack!!} you {Smack!!} understand {Smack!!} me? {Smack!!} {Smack!!} "

 

"Yesssssssssssss!" Megan sobbed desperately.  She managed to keep from reaching back or trying to escape but he could tell she had taken all she could. 

 

He stopped and rubbed her little back while she sobbed for a minute.  Once she sounded like she was calming down some, he turned her around and pulled her to his chest. "Shhhhhh, sweetie, it’s OK now.  It’s all over.  It’s OK,” he soothed.

 

"I's sorry I lied, Daddddddddy.  I j-jus wanted to play so much.  And I       w-was havin so m-much fun,” she cried into his chest.

 

"I know, baby, I know.  It’s all right now.  I'm not mad at you.  It’s all OK. I'm glad that you took your spanking like a big girl and didn't fight with me. I'm very proud of you."

 

She calmed down some then and rested her head on his shoulder, thumb in mouth.  Somehow hearing that he was proud of her and not mad, made all the difference in the world to her.  She snuggled close and rested.

 

"I love you, sweet pea," Kyle whispered to her as he sat and watched her eyes drifting closed.  Half awake, she responded with an "I love you, too," before she totally passed out.  Kyle laid her down and tucked her in gently. She had a long day ahead of her tomorrow; she'd need her rest.

~~~~~~

Don dropped Sammie off at Megan’s house the next day at ten a.m.  He went off to do errands, while Kyle and Kayley supervised the clean up.  Actually, they brought all the games and all the pieces back into Megan’s room, closed the door, and went downstairs. 

 

The girls knew better than to do any playing.  They were told they had exactly two hours to put the games back together correctly.  At 12:00, they would have lunch and then Sammie would go home.  Most likely, both of them would take naps then.  Megan would, definitely.

 

Megan and Sammie barely talked to each other the whole two hours, except to say things like, “Does this go in that game?” or “Isn’t this a Monopoly piece, too?”

 

At 12:00, Kyle came back upstairs and peeked into Megan’s room.  He watched as Sammie stood up on Megan’s desk chair and put the last of the games on the shelf.  He smiled.

 

He came into the room and looked around.  “Wow, you girls sure did a great job!”

 

Sammie got down off the chair and smiled.  “Thanks, Uncle Kyle.  We worked hard.”

 

“I see that.  I would have helped you put the games back on the shelf, though.  You shouldn’t be standing on chairs, Sammie.”

 

Sammie looked down.  “I’m sorry.  We just wanted to do it all by ourselves.”

 

“Yeah, Daddy, so you’d be proud!” Meggie said, quietly.

 

Kyle looked down at the two girls.  He lifted Sammie’s head in his hand and smiled.  Then he sat down on the desk chair and pulled the two girls in for a big hug.

 

“Oh, I am very proud.  Very proud, indeed.”

 

The end.