The New Pet

The New Pet...a “Little One” Story (M/f)

It had been a very busy morning. It was Saturday and Mommy was away at some convention for her job. Daddy had been up late working the night before, so I decided to let him sleep in. Now wasn’t that nice of me?

I didn’t tell Daddy that I had already been outside and over at my friend’s house. I don’t think he would have liked that very much, considering I didn’t have permission to do it. Daddies can be very particular about their rules. And for some reason I didn’t seem to have a very hard time breaking them. I always convinced myself I wouldn’t get caught.

I had something up my sleeve this particular morning. I’m not sure what made me think I could get away with it, but I guess I had to try. I stayed in my room a good while trying to figure out the best way to go about keeping my secret. I heard Daddy get up finally and go downstairs. He was probably making himself coffee and breakfast.

I wandered downstairs. “Good morning, Daddy,” I said, going over and giving him a peck on the cheek.

“Good morning, Little One. Oh, I see you’re already dressed. Good girl! Can I get you some cereal?”

“No, thanks, Daddy. I ate hours ago. I been playing all morning,” I answered.

Daddy’s eyes opened wide. “Wow!” he said. “And you let me sleep? Thank you, angel!”

“You’re welcome, Daddy,” I said, smiling. If he only knew!

I waited until Daddy finished his coffee and bagel. “Daddy? Can I have some water in a bowl? I'm uh, gonna do some painting,” I lied.

“All right, I'll help you set up the paints. In your playroom?” he asked.

“Umm, yeah, that's good.” I paused and then said. “And I guess I'll need some newspaper, too.”

I hope it didn’t sound like I was lying. As clever as I thought I was, I didn’t always do so well on the lying part. Maybe that’s why I always got caught. You’d think I’d learn by now that lying is bad.

Daddy ran some water in a small bowl. He smiled at me. “I'm glad you are being so careful.”

I followed him up to my playroom, which was next door to my bedroom. I was glad I had closed my bedroom door. Daddy set the bowl of water and the newspaper on my little table.

“I’ll get your water colors, little one. I think they’re down in the kitchen.”

I looked up at Daddy. “Water colors? Oh yeah, right, thanks Daddy.”

I had to pay more attention. I almost let it slip that I wasn’t really going to paint.

While Daddy went down for the paints, I went into my room to check that everything was still under control. I opened the closet door quietly and peeked in. Yep, he was still there. And oh, he was sooooo cute! I wanted to keep him so badly.

I went back to the playroom when I heard Daddy coming up the stairs. I looked at the bowl of water. It was pretty small. I looked up at Daddy. “Um, Daddy, could I have a bigger bowl?”

Daddy looked surprised. He looked at me and said, “This is plenty for paints, little one. Too big a bowl will only get them too watery, and make a mess.”

Now that wasn’t acceptable but I didn’t want Daddy to get suspicious so I said, “Okay, Daddy.” I thought to myself. How was I going to do this? Oh, I had an idea! “I need some paper towels from the kitchen. I'll get them,” I said quickly, as Daddy started to get up. “I’m a big girl, Daddy.”

“I know you are, little one.”

I ran down the stairs. I tried to remove the big bowl quietly from the cabinet underneath the stove. It was difficult as it was inside a big pot and when I moved it, the pots and pans clattered.

Daddy called down the stairs, “What are you doing, little one?”

Darn, he heard. I called back up. “Uh, I dropped something, Daddy. I’ll be right up.”

I ran up to my room and hid the big bowl under a blanket on my bed. I reappeared in the playroom doorway. Now I just had to get Daddy out of there.

“What happened to the paper towels, little one?” he asked when he saw nothing in my hands. Doh! I was getting careless. “And what did you drop?”

I couldn’t think of how to respond. I just looked at Daddy. “Oh, right, the paper towels, I forgot them.” Just as I turned to go, we both heard a noise coming from my room. I started coughing to try to cover it up.

Daddy looked at me. “What is that noise in your room, little one? Is there something you want to tell me? Or don't want to, but ought to?” Daddy asked me suspiciously.

I knew it would have been better to fess up right then and there. But like I’ve told you countless times before, I never seemed to learn. I always thought this next time would be the time I wouldn’t be found out. So I lied. Even more. I was just getting myself in deeper and deeper.

I shook my head. “No, Daddy, like what? Umm, I think that was my alarm clock. Let me go check.”

Before Daddy could say anything else, I ran into my room and checked the closet. The puppy was still hidden in there but he was no longer curled up asleep. He was scratching at the door and yapping a little. I covered his mouth and said, “Hold on, little puppy, I’m working on that water for you.”

I closed the closet door and went to join Daddy in the playroom. He was standing up now, almost to the door. I smiled up at him. “You know what, Daddy? Will you get the paper towels for me, after all?” I asked.

Daddy sighed and said, “Sure, little one.” As he walked down the stairs, I silently wondered whether he was suspicious. I think if I was MY Daddy I would be.

While he was gone, I took the small bowl of water and carried it carefully into my room. I poured the water into the big bowl, but it just wasn’t enough.

Daddy came up the stairs just as I was coming out of the bathroom, carrying the big bowl of water. He saw me heading toward my bedroom with it.

He raised his eyebrows. That’s one of those grown-up things. “What is going on, Samantha? I told you that you didn't need a big bowl like that for painting!”

I tried to think fast. “Oh, right, I know, Daddy, but I forgot to tell you that, uh...” I paused. Even I knew I sounded like I was lying, but I kept on going. Daddy was staring at me as I dug my hole deeper. “I was gonna do sponge painting...you need a big bowl for that.”

There, that was good. It might even have worked if the puppy hadn’t picked just then to bark. We both jumped and I dropped the bowl, spilling the water everywhere.

“Samantha! Is that a dog in your room?” Daddy shouted. The barking continued, making the answer obvious. I looked down, saw water everywhere, and then I looked up. Daddy looked mad. “Go wait in your room, in the corner, while I clean this up,” Daddy ordered.

“But Daddy, I...” I stopped. How could I explain? Daddy stared at me so I ran into my room. Instead of going to the corner, though, I ran to the closet, and pulled the little puppy out. I held him on my bed, comforting him, until Daddy came in.

“Samantha! Is that the corner?” he asked. I shook my head. He came down and sat next to me on the bed. He looked from the puppy to me and said, “Well, let’s have the story. Where did this dog come from?” he said, rather sharply.

I hugged the puppy to me. “Daddy, don’t yell; you’re scaring him. It's just a puppy.”

Daddy sighed and said, much quieter, but still very firmly, “Where did this *puppy* come from?”

“Sarah's dog had puppies and she gived me one,” I said simply.

“I see, and when you asked me about a dog last month, and the time before that, and the time before that, and I said "no" all those times, didn't you think that meant anything?”

I nodded. I had been wanting a dog forever, though. Sure, I had a frog and two bunnies, but they weren’t dogs. “Yes, Daddy, but I was sure once you saw his cute face, you would love it and I could keep it.”

“That is not a good way to behave, Samantha Karen. Didn't Sarah's mother ask you if you had permission to take the puppy?”

“Ummm, well, maybe if she knew, she would have asked,” I mumbled, looking down at the floor.

I knew the time was coming when Daddy would want to know how and when he got there. I tried to think of more lies but they just weren’t forming. This was probably just as well.

Daddy looked at me. “How did you get the puppy here without Sarah's mother knowing, young lady?”

Ooh, “young lady”. Not a good sign. I think my lies were ending. I was going to have to stick with the truth. And I felt bad, too, cuz I couldn’t think of any way to keep Sarah out of trouble.

“Sarah helped me bring him here, Daddy. This morning, when you were still sleeping,” I said, looking down again. I just couldn’t bear to see the disappointment in Daddy’s eyes.

Daddy lifted my chin so that I was looking into his face. “I see. So you left the house without permission, and took the puppy out of Sarah's house without her mother's permission, and lied to me about painting and other things this morning, and got a dog against my instructions, is that right?”

Oh, how did he do that? How did he make it sound so bad? I looked down at the puppy in my lap. He was now asleep. Figures. I looked up at Daddy and nodded. “Yes, sir.”

Daddy sighed. I looked at him and said, “I guess saying I'm sorry isn't gonna cut it, huh, Daddy?”

Daddy shook his head no. I started to cry. “I just wanted a doggy so bad, Daddy.”

“Well, this was not the way to get one. You already have several pets. Now you are in big trouble, little lady. Let’s take this puppy out to the backyard for now, and get him his water, and then you and I will discuss this.”

Daddy stood up and held out his hand for me to take. I stood up holding the puppy, which as of yet, did not have a name. “But, Daddy, this puppy is sooo cute; look at his face,” I said, holding him up.

He was not biting. “No, little one, let’s go!” he uttered.

I could tell Daddy was pretty angry so I followed him down the stairs. I put the puppy down and led him into the backyard. I looked around as I set him down. We had a nice sized yard and it was already fenced in. It was perfect for a puppy. Daddy came out then and set the bowl of water down. I watched the puppy lap at the water for a minute.

“Now come inside with me.” Daddy had his hand out again for me to take. Gee, it’s not like I didn’t know how to walk inside by myself. But I guess he figured he’d better escort me...who knew what I might do next?

I was led to my room and told to sit down. Daddy stood, staring down at me. I just hated to see the disappointment on his face. “Do you understand what you did wrong, and why I am upset with you, Samantha Karen?”

I nodded. “Yes, sir.”

“Very well. You have a mouth soaping and a paddling coming, and then we are going over to Sarah's house to explain all this to her mother. Is that clear?”

“Yes, Daddy. But Daddy, after you punish me, can I keep the puppy?” What was I, stupid? Some would say I was unbelievable.

“I don't think so, Samantha. Now come with me to the bathroom.”

“I don't gotta go, Daddy,” I tried. I knew and you know exactly why I was being led to the bathroom.

“Samantha Karen, you know what I meant. Don’t play games with me today, young lady!” Daddy said sternly, pulling me up and giving my bottom a single {swat}.

I cried, and rubbed my bottom. “Owww, yes, Daddy,” I said, and went with him to the bathroom.

Well, you know what happened next...ugh, did that soap taste rotten. I had to keep it in my mouth for several minutes before I was allowed to rinse. Maybe someday I would learn not to lie.

I was glad that was over, but then I heard those other awful words. “All right, now it’s time for your spanking, young lady,” Daddy said, leading me back to my bedroom.

This time Daddy sat down on my bed, and stood me in front of him. He pulled down my pants and panties and pulled me over his lap. Instantly I felt the hairbrush on my bare bottom.

{Crack!} {Crack!} {Crack!} {Crack!} {Crack!} {Crack!} {Crack!} {Crack!}

“Owwwww, no, not the hairbrush, I'm sorrrrry, DADDDDDDDDDY!” I shouted.

{Crack!} {Crack!} “You should be, {Crack!} young lady. {Crack!} {Crack!} You will not {Crack!} leave the house without permission. {Crack!} You will not {Crack!} bring in pets {Crack!} without permission.” {Crack!} {Crack!}

It was hurting. Real bad. I yelled out, “Owwwww, yes, sir! Owwwwwww! I'm sorrrry!” I didn’t know what else to say.

{Crack!} {Crack!} “You will not {Crack!} sneak past your friends’ {Crack!} parents {Crack!} either, young lady. {Crack!} {Crack!} And you will not {Crack!} EVER {Crack!} {Crack!} lie to me.” {Crack!} {Crack!}

I was sobbing now. It was hurting so much. “Owwwww, okay, Daddy, it was wrong, I don't know why I did it,” I cried.

{Crack!} {Crack!} {Crack!} {Crack!} {Crack!} {Crack!} {Crack!} {Crack!} {Crack!} {Crack!} Daddy finally put down the hairbrush and said, “All right, little one, your spanking is over.”

He helped me stand up. I rubbed my bottom and did the little girl’s spanking dance. He had spanked me hard, and with the hairbrush, yet. There had been no warm-up or anything. I was sobbing.

Daddy pulled my panties and pants up carefully and knelt me in his lap. I put my arms around his neck and sobbed into his chest.

“There, there, I forgive you, and you know I still love you and I always will, no matter what,” Daddy said.

I nodded, still crying. I reached back to rub my bottom. It was so sore. It didn’t help that the material was rubbing against them. Normally, I would have left my pants off for a while, but I knew I was expected to go down the block to make an apology.

After I calmed down a little, I turned and looked up at Daddy’s face. “I'm sorry I lied to you, Daddy. I just wanted to keep the puppy, even if it was just gonna be for a little while,” I admitted.

Daddy sighed and said, “Well I hope it was worth it -- or rather I hope it wasn't, so you won't be tempted like this again. I think you need to be a bit older before you can handle a puppy, little one.”

Daddy hugged me then. I hugged him back. When I pulled away, I said, “Daddy?”

“What, little one?”

I was gonna ask a stupid question, but then thought better of it. “Umm, nevermind,” I said.

Daddy smiled down at me. “You can ask, little one, whatever it is. I don't promise to say yes, but I won't get mad because you asked.”

Very cautiously I asked, “Can you think about me having a puppy soon, Daddy?”

“I will think about it, but not right away. We'll see how responsible you can be about other things. But right now we have to take the puppy back.”

“Oh, Daddy, can't we keep him a little longer?” I pleaded.

Daddy shook his head. “No, little one, we are taking him back right now. Come on,” he said, helping me up out of his lap. He took my hand and I went with him.

We went out back and retrieved the puppy. Daddy tied a rope to his collar and we led him down the block to Sarah’s house.

Reluctantly, I rang the doorbell. When Sarah’s mom answered, I looked down. Daddy said, “Hi, Lydia.”

“Hi Don, hello Sammie,” Sarah’s mother responded.

Daddy smiled. “We’re sorry to bother you, but Samantha has something to tell you.”

I tugged at the puppy so Sarah’s mom could see it. Her smile turned into a frown. “Umm, Sarah helped me bring the puppy to my house this morning. I'm sorry we took him without your permission,” I said quietly. I knew Sarah would be in big trouble but I couldn’t think of any other way to tell her mom without implicating her.

Daddy nodded and added, “I'm afraid that I had earlier told Samantha NO on a dog, and I can't let her keep this one after the way she acted today. I hope you have no trouble finding good homes for the puppies.”

Sarah’s mother sighed. That’s another thing that only grown-ups did. She opened the door and ushered the puppy into the house. “To be honest, Don, I didn't even realize this one was missing. Our dog had 7 puppies.” She paused. “But Sarah is going to be in big trouble. Sammie, I hope we won't have any more problems,” she said disapprovingly at me.

I shook my head. “No, ma’am.”

“Good. Now I’m sure Sarah will call you later, but I don’t think you’ll be playing together for several days. Sarah is going to be grounded.”

“Yes, ma’am,” I said, looking down again. It was bad enough that I got into trouble, but now I felt bad about Sarah. Daddy took my hand and led me home.

“Daddy, I’m sorry about what I did,” I told him several hours later. We were sitting in my playroom, and I was painting, for real this time.

“Well, little one, you’ve been punished and forgiven. I just hope we won’t have to have a discussion like this again any time soon.”

I shook my head. “No, sir,” I said. I put my paintbrush down and looked at the floor.

“What’s wrong, angel?” Daddy asked.

“I just feel bad that I got Sarah into trouble,” I explained.

“Come here,” Daddy said, patting his lap. He was sitting in the only adult-sized chair in the room. I walked over and he pulled me into his lap.

“Samantha, I know you are sorry. But sweetie, there’s going to come a time when you need to think about what you do BEFORE you do it. Do you understand?”

I nodded. “Yes, Daddy. I’m going to try real hard. I want to show you I can behave and be responsible.”

Daddy smiled. “You’re my good girl. I know you’re going to try to learn better next time.”

I nodded again. This time, I told myself, I really was going to do it. Hmmm, let’s see how long this promise would last. After all, I was only seven, and still learning.

The end.