First Day of School...a “Missy” Story (F/f, M/f)

(c) 2000 by Sampast

 

This story is dedicated to Don A. Landhill for his assistance with a certain part of the story.  And because he’s so wonderful.

 

Disclaimer: This story contains the spankings of fictional children.  If this is not your thing, then don't read it.  This story is a work of fiction.  The author in no way advocates the use of corporal discipline for real children.

Do not write other stories using these characters without permission from the author. 

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It was the first day of school.  With five kids in the family, David and Christine knew they had to get up early to start getting them ready.

 

“I’ll get the boys; you get the girls.  How’s that?” Daddy asked.

 

“Okay, dear, but I’m going to let Katie sleep in.  There’s no reason for her to be up as early as the rest of them.  I’ll drop her off at pre-school later after the other kids leave.”

 

“That sounds good.  But don’t wait too long to wake her.  She’ll be upset if she doesn’t say goodbye, at least to Debbie and Missy.”

 

“Yeah, you’re right.  Okay, let’s do this!” Mommy said, putting her feet over the sides of the bed.

 

Daddy got up and went right to the boys’ room.  He went to Billy first, knowing it would be easier to wake him up.  He gently shook Billy awake.  “Come on, son, wake up.  It’s the first day of school.”

 

Billy stirred and looked up into Daddy’s eyes.  He tried to focus.  “Okay,” he said, sitting up.

 

“Good boy,” Daddy said.  He watched his oldest son stagger towards the bathroom.

 

Daddy looked over at Joey.  He sighed and went to wake him up.  He knew Joey was going to have a problem going off to school today.  They had talked the night before, but Daddy was worried.  He and Joey had spent a lot of quality time together that summer, and he had become a bit of a Daddy’s boy.

 

He walked over and sat on the edge of the bed.  “Wake up, honey,” he said quietly.  Joey opened his eyes and looked up at Daddy.  Then he looked over at Billy’s side of the room.

 

“Is he gone?”

 

Daddy looked toward Billy’s bed and then back.  “You mean, Billy? Yes, he’s in the bathroom.  Why?”

 

Joey sat up.  “Daddy, I wet my bed.”

 

Daddy sighed.  “Oh, Joey!  Come on, get up, and I’ll change the sheets.”

 

“I don’t want Billy to know, Daddy.  He’ll make fun of me.”

 

“Joseph, get up, so Daddy can change your sheets.  You can use the bathroom in Mommy and Daddy’s room to clean yourself.  Let’s go!”

 

Daddy knew it wouldn’t be good to get impatient with Joey, but he couldn’t help it.  Joey was nine and hadn’t wet the bed in a long time.  He knew Joey would be upset, but now he was a bit worried.

 

Joey didn’t move.  “Let’s go, son, now!” Daddy commanded.  Joey did as he was told.

 

Daddy changed the sheets and put the wet ones into the hamper.  He’d have to remind Mommy to do a wash later.

 

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Meanwhile, Mommy came into my room and shook me awake.  “Hi, Mommy,” I said, quietly.

 

“Hi, baby.  You know what today is, don’t you?”

 

“Uh huh.  The first day of second grade.  I’m not a baby first grader anymore.”

 

Mommy chuckled.  “Come on, sweetie, get up.  We need to get you ready.”

 

“Okay, Mommy.”  I got up and went potty and brushed my teeth.  When I came back to our room, Mommy had put my clothes out.  I looked over and she was gently waking up Deborah.

 

Deborah was so excited.  It was her first day of kindergarten.  She had been talking about it nonstop for days.  I think Katie was a little jealous.  She was going to pre-school again this year.  But Debbie was going to our school.

 

“I going to kindygotten,” she told me for the millionth time.  I smiled at her and said, “Yeah, I know.”

 

Katie stirred in bed.  The three of us shared a room, but we didn’t mind.  It was a big room, and our toys were in a separate room.  I was going to get my own room, but then Billy got mad.  He said since he was the oldest, he should have his own room.  So instead, Mommy and Daddy made us a playroom in the extra room.  We girls thought it worked out well.

 

We all looked over at Katie.  She opened her eyes and looked at us looking at her.  “What?” she said.

 

“Nothing, sweetie,” Mommy said.  “You can go back to sleep.  Your sisters have to get going so they won’t be late for school, though.”

 

Katie pouted but said, “Okay.”  She really was still too sleepy to get up.  She was only four and needed lots of sleep.

 

Mommy changed Deborah and got her dressed.  Deborah still wet the bed, even though she was five.  I did sometimes, too, so I didn’t make fun of her.  But I hadn’t today, and Mommy said she was proud of me.

 

When I got downstairs, Joey and Billy were already at the table.  Daddy put a plate of bacon and eggs in front of me.  I made a face.

 

“I don’t want eggs, Daddy,” I said.

 

“Well, that’s what’s for breakfast today, Melissa, so you will eat them.”

 

I started to complain but Daddy gave me the look that said, “Don’t even think about it.”

 

I ate all my bacon and had a few bites of my eggs.  Sometimes I liked eggs but sometimes they were endless, and this was one of those times.  I really didn’t want anymore.  Joey was sitting across from me, happily munching on a piece of toast.  I caught his eye and pointed to my plate of eggs, and whispered, “You want them?”

 

He shook his head no.  Now I was back to square one.  Billy got up then and brought his plate into the kitchen.  Darn.  Anyway, I knew he wouldn’t want them, and he would probably tell Daddy that I had tried to give them away.

 

Mommy came down then with Deborah and a sleepy Katie.  She was still in her pajamas, but Debbie was dressed.  She was wearing cute little overalls and a Mickey Mouse shirt.  Her hair was in pigtails.  She looked really cute.

 

Daddy brought out a plate for Debbie.  He looked at Mommy and Katie.  “Hi, sweetie,” he said to Katie.  Katie just smiled and held onto Mommy.

 

“How come she’s up?” he asked Mommy.  “She wanted to see all the kids off to school.  You were right, hon,” Mommy answered.

 

Daddy nodded.  He settled Deborah at the table and cut up her eggs for her.  He looked over at me.

 

“Missy, I want you to eat those eggs.”

 

“I don’t want them, Daddy.  They taste funny.”

 

“They don’t taste funny, young lady, and you are to eat them.  You have to leave for school soon, and you are not to leave that table until those eggs are gone.  Do you understand me?”

 

“Yes, sir,” I said.  I looked down at the eggs.  I still didn’t want them.  Mommy brought Katie into the kitchen.  I looked around and called for my puppy, Midnight.

 

He came right over.  “Good dog,” I whispered.  I carefully picked up my plate and set it down on the floor.  I watched as Midnight lapped up the eggs.  Deborah started to giggle and I glared at her.   “Shhhh!” I said.  Joey didn’t say a word.

 

As I was picking up my plate, and my puppy was licking his lips, Daddy came back into the dining room.  He just stared at me.  I knew I was caught.

 

“Melissa, did you just give your eggs to the dog?” he asked.

 

What was I gonna say?  If I said no, I would be accused of lying.  If I said yes, I would be in major big time trouble.  So I didn’t say anything.

 

Daddy pulled me up and into the kitchen, grabbing my plate with him.  Mommy was sitting at the kitchen table with Katie on her lap.  She was drinking coffee and Katie still looked half asleep.

 

“Tell your mother what you just did, young lady,” Daddy ordered me.

 

I looked up at him and then over at Mommy.  “I fed my eggs to Midnight.”

 

Mommy put her hand to her head.  “Oh, Melissa! You didn’t!”

 

“She did, and I cannot believe it,” Daddy said, looking sternly down at me.  “I don’t want to give you a warm bottom to go to school with, young lady, but you can be assured that we WILL talk tonight.  Is that understood?”

 

I nodded.  I wasn’t gonna cry now.  That would wait til later.  I was lucky that Daddy wasn’t gonna spank me before school.  That would have been horrible.

 

Daddy was gonna drive us to school on his way to work.  Mommy said it was good that Daddy’s job was flexible.  She was going to clean up and then take Katie to pre-school before she set out to her part-time job.

 

Everything was fine until it was time to get out of the car.  Deborah jumped out and took my hand.  I told Daddy I would walk her to her class so he wouldn’t have to come in.  He said as long as Debbie was okay with it, it was fine with him.  She was.  Of all of us, she seemed to be the most independent.  Well, besides Billy.

 

Billy jumped out of the car, waved goodbye and headed toward the big kids.  He was in fifth grade now and thought he was so cool.  I stood there, not sure if we should wait for Joey.  I looked into the car and he was crying.  Daddy told us to go on ahead.

 

I shrugged my shoulders and said, “Okay.  Let’s go, Debbie.”

 

She was so excited that she skipped along with me.  She had met her teacher last month when Mommy and Daddy brought her to check out the school.  She really liked all the toys and games in her classroom and couldn’t wait to be there full time.

 

I dropped her off and said hello to Mrs. Murray.  Mrs. Murray had been my kindergarten teacher too.  She told me I looked so grown up.  I had chosen to wear a blue jumper with a pink shirt, and my hair was in a ponytail.  She thanked me for dropping Deborah off.

 

I gave Debbie a big hug and told her to be good.  “I always good, Missy,” she said.  “Yeah, right!” I said.  “See you later.  I’ll come to pick you up at the end of the day, okay?”

 

But she was gone.  I looked and she was in the doll corner.  Deborah loved dolls.  I wondered if Mrs. Murray was going to have a hard time getting her out of there.

 

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Meanwhile back at the car, Daddy had pulled Joey onto his lap.  “Son, it’s time to stop the tears and go into school.  I will see you tonight.”

 

“I don’t want you to go, Daddy,” he said.

 

Daddy took out his handkerchief and wiped Joey’s eyes.  “Honey, you are a big boy.  You are in fourth grade now.  We talked last night, and I promised you that we would still do things together on the weekends.  But you need to go in now.”

 

“I don’t wanna,” he cried.

 

Daddy sighed.  “Joseph Scott, you are too big for this.  Now look!”  He made Joey look at all the kids walking to the front door of the school.  “Look at all those kids going inside.  Some of them are younger than you are, and none of them are crying.  Now let’s go!”

 

Joey sniffled and nodded his head.  “Okay, Daddy,” he said.  He suddenly realized that he did not want any of his buddies to see him crying.  He took Daddy’s handkerchief and blew his nose and wiped at his eyes.  “I’m all right now.”

 

“Good boy,” Daddy said, taking back the soggy handkerchief and kissing the top of Joey’s head.  “Have a good day.  I love you.”

 

“I love you, too, Daddy,” Joey said, hopping out of the car. 

 

Daddy watched as he met up with some of his friends.  He waved and Joey waved back.  Daddy sighed, then turned the car back on and drove to work.  He hoped all his kids would have a good day.  He also hoped he wouldn’t be worried about them all day.

 

Meanwhile back at home, Mommy finished getting Katie dressed and ready.  “Sweetie, you go downstairs and play quietly while Mommy finishes getting ready for work.  Then I’ll take you to school.”

 

“Okay, Mommy,” Katie said. 

 

She went downstairs and started playing with her dinosaurs on the living room rug.  She made one leap over the next one and she was giggling.  Then she went to get the dino that jumped and saw a big mess.

 

She yelled, “EWWWWWWW!”

 

Mommy came running down the stairs.  “What is it? What’s wrong, Katie?”

 

Katie pointed.  “Ew, Mommy, look, Midnight frowed up!”

 

Mommy sighed and muttered, “Great, just what I need.”  She looked around and spotted Midnight hovering in the corner.  “BAD DOG!” she scolded the puppy and bopped him on the nose.

 

Katie said, “Mommy, don’t spank Midnight, he din’t mean to frow up.”

 

“I know, sweetie.  I’m not gonna spank him.  But you can bet Daddy is going to be extra mad now at your sister,” Mommy said.

 

Katie nodded.  Of course she was used to Missy being in trouble.  They all were at some point.

 

Mommy finished getting ready then and took Katie to school.

 

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After school, I picked Deborah up at her class.  She was still bouncing around. She had had a great day.  I was glad one of us had.  I had had a terrible day.  I had been dreading what was going to happen tonight all day, and even got in trouble with my new teacher.

 

I even had a note to show Mommy and Daddy.  They was gonna be real disappointed in me.  I couldn’t help it, though.  I was so hungry, cuz I hardly had any breakfast.  I was only gonna take a little bit of snack from the other kids.  It wasn’t my fault that Mommy forgot to give me a snack.  And I couldn’t wait for lunch.  My teacher was real upset.

 

I took Deborah to the flagpole to wait for Billy and Joey.  Mommy would be picking us up there.  After a few minutes of listening to Debbie babble on about her first day of kindergarten, I saw Joey walking toward us.  He was smiling.  I thought Daddy would be glad.  He came over and told us he had a good day.  Well, that’s two out of three, so far.

 

Billy came a second later.  He was totally thrilling.  He didn’t say his day was good, but he didn’t say it was bad either.  I wasn’t sure which way to count that.

 

We waited and after a few minutes, Mommy came to get us.  I noticed Katie wasn’t in the car and I was surprised.  I asked Mommy where she was.

 

“She’s still at pre-school.  I figured you guys would all need supplies.  We’ll go get them and pick Katie up on the way home.  How was school?” she asked each one of us.

 

I didn’t say a word.  I let Joey and Debbie tell all about their great days.  Both Billy and I just said, “Fine.”  I figured there’d be time to tell about what happened, later.

 

We went to the discount store and all picked out what we needed.  The place was packed, as it always was on the first day of school.  I thought Mommy had been right not to bring Katie there.  I had to hold on to Deborah’s hand a million times, or we would surely have lost her.

 

After a long time and a lot of money, we all managed to get what we needed.  Mommy was exhausted already.  We got back in the car and drove to get Katie.

 

Debbie, Joey, and Billy, and I waited in the car while Mommy ran in to get Katie.  She was in there a long time.  When she came out holding Katie’s hand, she did not look happy.  I could tell Katie had been crying.

 

Well, at least I wasn’t the only one who had a bad day.  Mommy opened the back door and put Katie into her car seat without a word.  I looked at my sister and she looked at me.  I didn’t say a word; just took her hand and held it on the way home.

 

When we got there, Mommy gave us labels with our names on them and told us to stick them onto all our stuff and then to put everything by our bookbags.  She told Katie to go to her room and stand in the corner and that she would be right up.  I wondered what my lil sis had done.

 

I followed Katie up to Mommy and Daddy’s bedroom.  I watched as she went right to the corner.  I knew I shouldn’t have, but I went in and over to her. 

 

“Katie? What happened?” I asked her softly.

 

She turned to look at me and I could tell she was already crying.  “Oh, Missy, it was awful!” she cried.

 

I held my arms out and she ran into them.  I let her cry into my chest for a few minutes.  Then I gently pushed her away and asked her to tell me what happened.

 

But she never got the chance cuz Mommy came in then, and gave me a look.  “Melissa, you know better than to talk to your sister when she’s in the corner.  Go to your room and do what I asked you to do with your supplies.”

 

I looked at Katie and then at Mommy.  I nodded and said, “Yes, ma’am.”

 

I left the room.  I knew I would find out eventually what had happened.  I went to my room and put my name in my supplies, and helped Deborah do hers.  Mommy had made labels on the computer at work, so all we had to do was stick them in.

 

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Meanwhile Mommy was pulling Katie to stand in front of her.  “Tell me why you’re getting a spanking, Kaitlyn Rose,” she said.

 

Katie looked up at Mommy and sobbed, “Cuz I b-b-bited Henry.”

 

“Yes, you did.  Now why did you do that, Kaitlyn?”

 

“Cuz h-h-he taked away the puzzle I was doing.  He pusheded the pieces on da floor and wouldn’t let me do it,” she cried.

 

Mommy nodded and said, “I see.  But Kaitlyn, are you supposed to bite people?”

 

Katie shook her head no.  “No, ma’am.”

 

“No, you’re not.  What are you supposed to do when someone does something you don’t like?” Mommy asked, sternly.

 

“I sposed to tell the teacha!” Katie declared.

 

“Yes, you are.  And what happens when you do something like this?  What do Daddy and I do?”

 

“You s-s-spank me.  Oh, please don’t spank me, Mommy, I s-s-sorrry!”

 

“You’re sorry now because you’re getting a spanking.  But I bet you weren’t sorry earlier when you bit Henry on the arm, now were you?”

 

Katie seemed to think about it.  She knew it was a trick question, but she didn’t know how to answer it any other way than the truth.  “Well, it did make me feel better.”

 

Mommy sighed.  “Well, my lil girl, that’s why you are getting a spanking.  Because biting people when they are mean to you is against the rules.  Now let’s do this.”

 

Mommy opened Katie’s jeans and pulled her panties down to her knees.  Then she lifted Katie over her lap and started to spank with her hand.

 

“You are not {Smack!} {Smack!} to bite {Smack!} or hit anyone {Smack!}, no matter what {Smack!} they do to you, first. {Smack!}  Do you understand me, young lady?” {Smack!} {Smack!} {Smack!}

 

“Owwww, yes, Mommmmmmmmieeeeee!” Katie cried.

 

“Good, {Smack!} then I hope {Smack!} we don’t have to repeat {Smack!} this lesson {Smack!} any time soon.” {Smack!} {Smack!} {Smack!}

 

Katie screamed and wiggled and cried.  This was a hard spanking for her, but Mommy wanted to make sure she didn’t have to do it again.  After finishing with a few more smacks to her sit spot, Mommy pulled Katie up to her and hugged her tight.

 

“Okay, baby, it’s all over now.  Mommy loves you.”

 

Katie sobbed into Mommy’s chest.  “I is so s-s-sorry, Mommmmmy!”

 

“I know, baby.  It’s okay; you’re forgiven.  Shhhhhh!  There, there, it’s okay.”

 

Mommy continued to soothe and comfort Katie until she calmed down.  Then Mommy picked Katie up and laid her down on her bed.  “How about you take a nice nap til Daddy gets home?”

 

Katie nodded.  Mommy went to get a diaper for Katie.  She still wet the bed sometimes when she slept.  Mommy pulled off Katie’s jeans and panties and put the diaper on her.  She kissed the top of Katie’s head and turned off the light on her way out.  She closed the door.

 

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We all played quietly until Daddy came home.  I had my own reasons for keeping quiet.  I knew I should probably have told Mommy about my note, but I also knew that Daddy was gonna be talking to me when he got home.  And also, I figured Mommy was tired from spanking Katie.

 

I was sitting in the den watching tv when Mommy came in.  “Melissa, Daddy just called.  He will be home in twenty minutes.  I want you to go upstairs and wait for him in your room.”

 

I just looked at Mommy.  I was going to argue but then figured maybe that wouldn’t be a good idea.  “Umm, okay, Mommy,” I said.

 

“One more thing, Melissa,” Mommy said.  I turned around to listen to her.  “Midnight threw up those eggs you fed her.  All over the living room carpet.  And I had to clean it up.”

 

“Oh, I’m sorry, Mommy,” I said.  I didn’t really know what else I could say.

 

“Well, if you aren’t already, you will be when your Daddy gets home.  Now go!” she ordered.

 

I ran up the stairs and laid on my bed, waiting for the spanking I knew was coming.  I felt like Alexander from the books by Judith Viorst.  This had been a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.

 

A little while later, I heard Daddy’s car pull up and then his voice downstairs.  I knew it was only a matter of time before he made his way to my room.

 

He didn’t come right away.  Then I realized Mommy was probably telling him about Katie.  Yep, I heard Daddy opening a door down the hall.

 

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He peeked his head in and saw Katie sitting up in their bed.  “Hi, Daddy,” she said, sleepily.

 

“Hi, sweetie.  I hear you had quite a day today.”

 

Katie nodded.  “Mommy told you?”  Daddy said, “Yes, and I must say I was very surprised.  You know better than to bite the other kids, don’t you?”

 

Katie looked at Daddy.  “I did, Daddy, but Henry made me so mad.”

 

“I understand.  But I know you won’t be doing that again, will you?”

 

“No, sir.  Mommy gave me a spanking.  It hurted,” Katie said.

 

“Yes, I imagine it did.  It’s supposed to hurt, so that you learn.  Come here, sweetie,” Daddy told her.

 

Katie crawled across the bed to where Daddy had sat down on the edge of it.  She climbed into Daddy’s lap and Daddy held her tight.  “I love you, sweetie, but I don’t want to hear about this happening again, okay?”

 

“Okay, Daddy,” Katie said.

 

Daddy comforted Katie for a few minutes.  He knew he had something unpleasant to do down the hall.  “Are you wet, sweetie?” he asked, getting up.  He put Katie down on the bed, standing up.

 

He pulled off her diaper and felt it.  He smiled.  “No.  Good girl.”

 

He reached for her panties and jeans, which Mommy had left on the side of the bed.  He helped Katie put them on.  “Go downstairs now, and help Mommy get dinner ready.  I will be down with Missy in a little while.”

 

“Okay, Daddy,” Katie said, smiling.

 

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I heard Daddy’s footsteps then.  A second later he opened my door and came into my room.  He sat down and looked at me.  “How was your first day at school? Did everything go all right?”

 

I looked up at him, wondering if I should tell him about the note right away.  “Hi, Daddy!  Yeah, it was okay.”  I gave him a quick hug, and turned away.

 

“Just okay, Missy?” he asked, and then paused.  “Well, Missy, remember we have a talk waiting from this morning.”

 

I just nodded.  “I know, Daddy, I been thinking about it all day!” I said, starting to cry a little.  Oh, yeah, the truth about the note was going to come out, and soon.

 

“Have you?  What did you think of?” Daddy asked.

 

“Well, I was glad I didn't get a spanking before school, Daddy.  That would have hurted to sit still all day,” I said, thinking that’s exactly why Daddy didn’t do it.  I continued, “But, umm, never mind!” I said, turning away again.  I didn’t know how to say it. 

 

Daddy physically turned me back to look at him.  “Melissa, look at me while we are talking.  Now what else did you think of? I want to know if you understand why I am upset with you.”

 

I nodded.  “Yes, I know you is, cuz I didn't eat my eggs and gave them to Midnight.  And then Mommy said he threw them up.” 

 

Daddy stared at me.  Obviously Mommy had not yet told him this bit of information.  “Did he?  Well, eggs are not good for a dog, Melissa, but they are very good for little girls.  When there is something on your plate, you are expected to eat it up, not give it to the dog.  And this morning I specifically told you to eat your eggs and you disobeyed.  Now do you have anything else to say before I punish you?”

 

I looked straight at Daddy then.  “Well, Daddy, I, uh, kinda gotted in trouble at school today,” I said quietly.

 

Daddy’s eyes opened wide.  “On your first day at school? I am surprised at you, Melissa Erin.  What happened? How did you get in trouble?”

 

I didn’t want to have to say it out loud, so I just handed Daddy the note.  I stared at the bedspread as Daddy read it.  When he was done, he looked at me.  “I didn't show it to Mommy, Daddy.”

 

“I see.  You know that taking other peoples things is very naughty, don't you, Melissa?  I suppose it was because you were hungry after skipping your breakfast?  Did the teacher punish you at all?”

 

“I was hungry, Daddy.  And I knowed it was wrong, but I did it anyway,” I said, looking at the floor.  “She said since it was the first day, she wouldn't do nothing but that she was gonna write home a note and I gotta get it signed and bring it back tomorrow,” I explained.

 

“Well, that makes two different naughty things you did -- and stealing is very, very naughty.  I'm afraid you have earned yourself a paddling, young lady.  Get your hairbrush off your dresser and come here.”

 

“No, Daddy, pleease, no hairbrush, I sorry.  I wasn't gonna steal.”

 

“Melissa, get the hairbrush now.  If I have to get up to get it, you are going to be much sorrier.”

 

I ran and got the hairbrush, but continued to make several more excuses as to why he didn’t need it.  But that didn’t work.

 

“Taking other peoples things without permission *is* stealing, young lady.  I want to make it clear just how much I disapprove of that,” Daddy said, taking the brush out of my hands.  “You are getting the brush and there will be no arguments about it, and you will get no dessert tonight.”

 

Daddy sat back down, and pulled me to his side.  I tried one last thing.  “I'm sorry, Daddy.  I was just so hungry,” I cried.

 

Daddy stared at me.  “That's why you shouldn't have skipped breakfast. Since that came from something else naughty you did, it isn't much of an excuse.  Still you could have asked a friend to share a snack instead of trying to take it.”

 

Then Daddy pulled down my pants and panties and lifted me over his lap.  He raised the brush and started spanking me.  {Crack!}{Crack!}{Crack!}{Crack!}{Crack!}{Crack!}{Crack!}

 

I cried right away.  That darn brush really hurt.  “Owwwwww, DADDDDDY!  waaaah, I sorrry!”

 

{Crack!}{Crack!} “You ought to be, {Crack!} young lady. {Crack!} I will not {Crack!} have you {Crack!} *stealing* {Crack!}{Crack!} from other people. {Crack!} Is that clear?” {Crack!}

 

“Owwww, yes sir!”

 

{Crack!} “And you will {Crack!} do as you are told {Crack!} and clean your plate {Crack!} at every meal. {Crack!} Do you understand?” {Crack!}{Crack!}

 

“Owwwww, yes, Daddy, I will!  I sorrrrrrry!”

 

{Crack!}{Crack!}{Crack!} “I don't want {Crack!} to have to talk with you about this again. {Crack!}{Crack!}{Crack!}{Crack!} All right, Missy, your spanking is over.”

 

I cried as I stood up.  “Yes, Daddy.”  I looked up at Daddy as I rubbed my bottom.  That had been one hard spanking.  “I’m sorry!” I cried.

 

“I know your are, Missy, and I forgive you.  I am sure that you will not misbehave like this again.  I don't like to spank you but when you act in a naughty way, I have to punish you so it won't happen again.”

 

Daddy opened his arms for a hug then and I ran into them.  As he held me tight, he said, “There, now, remember Daddy loves you, always and no matter what.”

 

I hugged him back.  “I love you, too, Daddy,” I said, sniffling and wiping at the tears still falling out of my eyes.  I nestled onto Daddy’s lap and let him hold me. 

 

Daddy cuddled me until I felt a bit better.  “There, that’s my good girl again.  Now do you have any homework for your first day?  If so, you had better get started.  Oh wait, let me sign your note so your teacher knows we talked about it.”

 

I watched as Daddy signed my note.  “I just hadda get supplies but Mommy gotted them after school.  We went to pick them out,” I explained.

 

“Okay, sweetie.  Good.  Come now,” Daddy said, standing and taking my hand.  “Let’s go help Mommy with dinner.”

 

I went with Daddy.  Everything was all right again.  Maybe it wasn’t such a horrible day after all.

 

The end.