The Green-Eyed Monster...a “Missy” Story (M/ff)

(c) 2000 by Sampast

 

This story is dedicated to all the “kids” in ageplay chat.  I think there’s a little green-eyed monster in each one of us.

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I should have been having the greatest week of my life.  I should have felt like the luckiest kid ever.  After all, my very best friend in the whole world, was staying at my house.  For a whole week.

 

But I wasn’t.  I was feeling sad.  No maybe it was mad.  I’m not sure.  But I was miserable.  Well, maybe miserable is too strong a word, but I was feeling something, and it wasn’t happiness.

 

It hadn’t started out this way.  It had started out great.  Jasmine’s mother had had to go out of town on an emergency and had asked my parents if she could stay with us.  Her mother was single and had no one else to take care of Jasmine where she could still be in school.  She said she knew it was an inconvenience taking on an extra kid, since my parents already had five, but if they could, she would appreciate it.  My parents said no problem.  They liked Jasmine.

 

She and I were psyched.  I even went over to her house on Sunday afternoon to help her pack what she would need.  It was going to be so much fun.  We played all afternoon on Sunday-just the two of us.  Mommy and Daddy made sure Katie and Debbie stayed out of our way.

 

Sunday night was cool, too.  Daddy set up the cot in my room, right next to my bed.  I had wanted Jasmine to sleep in bed with me, but Mommy said no way.

 

After dinner, we took a bath together.  Mostly we just played, and even ended up flooding the bathroom.  Let’s just say Mommy and Daddy were not too happy with either one of us.  But it was fun getting to clean up, cuz we got to use the mop.

 

Daddy tucked me and Jasmine in at the same time.  He warned us it was a school night and we shouldn’t stay up talking.  Also, Debbie and Katie were already asleep in the room, so we absolutely couldn’t talk.

 

We didn’t listen, of course.  We were up talking and giggling until real late.  Daddy had to come in several times to speak to us.  It was only when he threatened to come back in with the hairbrush that we finally went to sleep.

 

We were so tired in the morning.  But we didn’t care.  We were having so much fun.  We felt like twins.  We brushed our teeth, washed our face, and got dressed together.  Although she put on a dress...a purple one at that.  This one was light purple with dark purple spots.  I put on jeans and a t-shirt.  I hated dresses.

 

Me and Jasmine went downstairs at the same time.  We chose the same cereal for breakfast and giggled over it talking about school.  Mommy had to warn us to eat or we’d be late.

 

And at school, we couldn’t stop talking about how great it was that Jaz was staying with me.  All the other girls were jealous.  We had so much fun at school on Monday for some reason.  The teacher had to separate us a few times, cuz we got a little too chatty during lesson time.

 

Monday afternoon and night continued to be great.  We did our homework together.  After all, we were in the same class.  I did the math, cuz I didn’t mind it as much as Jaz did.  And she did the spelling.  Then we swapped.  We thought this was a great idea, and planned to do it from now on.

 

We played a lot after our homework was done.  We played all the way til dinner.  Mommy let us help make it.  We both got to peel the carrots.  I think more of them went in us than in the dinner.

 

After dinner, Daddy said since Jaz was there, it was a special treat, and he brought out ice cream for everybody.  It was so cool.  He had gotten mint chocolate chip for me, cuz he knew it was my favorite, and cotton candy ice cream for Jasmine.  She smiled cuz Daddy remembered what her favorite ice cream was.  Katie, Debbie, and the boys got their favorites, too.  Boy, Daddy musta bought every flavor available at the supermarket.

 

At bedtime, Daddy moved Jasmine’s cot into the playroom.  He said he wanted us to get our sleep.  We were so disappointed.  But then he let us stay up a few minutes late, to make a sign.  The sign said “Jasmine’s Room” and we hung it on the door of the playroom.

 

I stayed with Daddy to kiss Jasmine and tuck her in.  We told each other we’d see each other in the morning.  Then Daddy took me to my room and tucked me in there.  I reached up and hugged Daddy and thanked him for being the best Daddy in the world.  I mean, after all, how many other parents let their kids have their best friends stay with them during the week, when there’s school?  I know it had been an emergency, but it was way cool!

 

Tuesday was just as neat.  We continued to have so much fun together.  We even got put together in a group in social studies.  We had to read about this one tribe of Native Americans and decide as a group why it was the greatest North American tribe ever.  I have to admit Jaz and I didn’t contribute much to the group discussion.  We were having too much fun trying to decide what to play after dinner that night.

 

Wednesday started out good, too.  Mommy had gotten up a little early and had made bacon and eggs.  I loved bacon.  So did Jasmine.  But she ate all her eggs, and I didn’t.  Mommy commented what a good girl Jaz was for cleaning off her plate.  She just gave me a dirty look when she saw my eggs just sitting there.  I couldn’t help it; I hated eggs.  When was Mommy gonna believe me?

 

School was okay, too.  We worked in our groups and me and Jaz actually got involved in it.  Our tribe was the Merokees.  It was interesting.  At recess, Andrew threw up on the playground, and me and Jaz had the best time teasing him.  Oh, I know that wasn’t nice, but he always teased Jasmine about her purple dresses, so it was nice to finally be able to get back at him.

 

After school, we went about doing our homework the new way, where I would do the math and she would do the spelling, but Mommy caught us.  We got a long lecture on cheating, and she promised us if we did it again, we’d both get a spanking.  Neither of us wanted that.  So far, it had been a great, problem-free, spank-free week, and we wanted to keep it that way.

 

But something happened at dinner.  Mommy had made noodle pudding, which is one of my favorite foods in the world.  I watched as she cut pieces for everyone.  I thought Jasmine’s piece was much bigger than mine and said so.

 

“Melissa, don’t be ridiculous, they’re all the same size.  Now sit down and eat,” Mommy said.

 

“No, look, her piece is bigger!” I said, a little too loudly.

 

“Melissa Erin, I suggest you sit down right now, and lower your voice,” Daddy said in his stern Daddy voice.

 

“No, I want a bigger piece,” I said.

 

Jasmine was embarrassed.  She really didn’t care.  She had never even had noodle pudding and wasn’t sure she was going to like it.  “Here, Missy, you can have mine,” she offered, pushing the plate towards me.

 

I reached for it, but Daddy smacked my hand.  “No.  Missy’s piece is just fine, Sweet Pea.  That one’s yours.”

 

I glared at Daddy.  “But...”

 

“No buts, Melissa, now eat!”

 

I was so mad.  I folded my arms and pouted.  “No.”

 

Daddy just looked at me.  “Fine, don’t eat.  In fact, you can go to your room while the family finishes dinner.”  He turned to Mommy then.  “Christine, I guess you can divide that piece up between Katie and Debbie.  Missy doesn’t want it.”

 

I was shocked.  I looked at Jasmine.  She looked at the tablecloth.  Not that she had never seen me get in trouble before, but she seemed embarrassed.

 

“Daddy!  I do want it!” I whined.  Big mistake.

 

Daddy got up then and took my hand.  He led me over to the stairs.  He turned me around and gave me one big smack to my rear end.  I was so surprised, I didn’t even cry.

 

“Go upstairs and sit on your bed.  I will come get you when the family finishes dinner, and if you are hungry and willing to sit nicely then, you can have your dinner in the kitchen.  If you argue with me now, you can have your dinner after I warm your bottom.  Your choice, Melissa Erin.”

 

Daddy looked down at me wondering what I was going to do.  I really was hungry, and I really did want my dinner.  I nodded, turned, and walked up the stairs and to my room.  I sat on my bed and thought about what had just happened.  Now why did I do that?  Was the piece really bigger?  Why had I argued with Daddy?  I was very lucky that I wasn’t over his lap just then.

 

I sat there for a while.  I didn’t hug Gus, my stuffed polar bear, or throw things, or kick my bed.  I just sat there.  I was still sitting there when Daddy came in half an hour later.

 

He peeked his head in the open doorway.  “Melissa?”

 

I looked up.  “Yes, sir?”

 

“Are you ready to come eat your dinner, without any fuss?”

 

“Yes, Daddy.”

 

“Okay, come on,” he said, offering me his hand.  I took it and he led me down to the kitchen.  We had to walk through the living room.  The boys were sitting on the floor, and the girls were snuggled next to Jasmine on the couch.  I stared at them.  They seemed so content to be snuggling up next to Jaz and not to me.

 

I started to get those mad feelings again.  But Daddy whisked me away pretty fast, and I suddenly remembered how hungry I was.  I sat down and ate my cold dinner.  The stew wasn’t so good cold, but noodle pudding is really tasty, whether it’s cold or hot, so that didn’t matter.

 

Daddy sat with me but neither of us said a word.  When I was finished, I brought my plate to the sink and put it in.  I put my glass next to the sink and headed toward the living room.

 

“Just a minute, Missy,” Daddy said.

 

I turned back and looked at him.  “Yes, sir?” I asked.  I wondered then if I was in trouble after all.

 

He pulled me to him and looked down at me.  “Would you like to tell me what just went on at dinner, young lady?”

 

I shrugged.  “I don’t know, Daddy.  Honest.  That piece just looked bigger to me, that’s all.”

 

Daddy didn’t look as though he was going to accept what I said.  “Well, Melissa, even if it was, Jasmine is your guest, and you made her feel very uncomfortable.  I suggest you apologize to her.  Understand me?”

 

I’m not sure why I nodded, but I did.  I didn’t really understand why I had to apologize.  I don’t even know why I made such a big deal out of the piece of noodle pudding in the first place.  But none-the-less, I went into the living room and apologized to Jasmine.  She smiled and we hugged.

 

Then she made room for me on the couch, and the four of us snuggled.  Katie and Debbie thought it was great having Jasmine there, cuz it was like having an extra big sister around.  The two of them often fought over me, and this way, there was a big sister for both of them.  Katie snuggled extra close to Jasmine, and Debbie put her head on my shoulder.  It was nice, for a little bit.

 

Like I said, it was okay for a while.  Then I started to get restless.   Mommy had made popcorn and we were watching 101 Dalmatians.  It was Katie’s favorite movie and I had seen it ten thousand times.  I really didn’t feel like watching it again.

 

I shook Debbie off me, and started to get up.  “Where you gowin, Missy?” Debbie asked, apparently annoyed her living chair had moved.

 

“I dunno, I just don’t feel like watching anymore,” I explained.

 

“But I wanna snuggle wif you,” she said in her saddest voice.

 

Normally, that voice would convince me to stay but right now I didn’t feel like it.  I looked over at Jasmine.  She had Katie snuggled up against her, and they were really into the movie.  It made me feel something; I’m not sure what.  But I knew I had to get out of the room, and fast.

 

“No, Debbie, I don’t wanna, now leave me alone!” I said, kinda mean.

 

She was hurt; I could tell.  She followed me.  “I’ll go wif you, Missy.  I wanna be wif you.”

 

“No, Debbie,” I said.  “Go watch the stupid movie.”

 

I nudged her a little in the direction of the couch.  I hadn’t meant to actually push or do it too hard, just soft enough for her to know to go back.  But I guess I did it a little too roughly, and she fell down.

 

“Owwwww!” she cried.  Daddy ran in from the kitchen, where he had been helping Mommy.  I reached down to help her up, but she pushed at me.  “No, go ‘way, Missy, I no like you no more.”

 

Daddy looked at Debbie and then at me.  He helped her stand up.  “Are you okay?” he asked her.  When she nodded, Daddy said, “What’s going on in here? I thought you were all watching the movie.”

 

“I, I was,” I said, starting to stutter.  I knew Debbie was gonna tell on me and I was gonna be in big trouble.  “I, I, I just didn’t wanna anymore, and I was trying to go upstairs.  Debbie wouldn’t leave me alone!” I cried.

 

“Yeah, so she pushdid me, Daddy.”

 

Daddy opened his eyes wide and looked at me.  “You pushed your sister?” he asked, eyebrows rising.

 

I nodded.  “But I didn’t mean to push her down.  I just kinda shoved her back toward the couch.”

 

I stopped.  Even to me, it sounded bad.  I just looked at Daddy and then at the floor.

 

“Melissa, go up to your room.  I want you to wash and brush and put your pajamas on.  I will be up to talk to you in ten minutes,” Daddy said.

 

“Yes, sir,” I answered, and ran upstairs.

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Daddy picked Debbie up and deposited her back on the couch.  He looked at the tv screen.  “Katie? Is the movie almost over, sweetie?  It’s getting late.  You all have school tomorrow.”

 

“Is almost over, Daddy,” Katie said.  “Crulladavil is putting the puppies in her car.  They gonna ‘scape soon.”

 

“Okay,” Daddy said.  “Sweet pea?”

 

Jasmine looked up.  “Yes, Uncle Ross?”

 

“When the movie is over, I want you all to come upstairs and start getting ready for bed.  Okay?”

 

“Sure,” Jaz said.  Daddy smiled at her, and turned back to the stairs.  He sighed as he came up to my room.

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He came in.  I was sitting on my bed, clutching Gus.  I looked up as Daddy sat on the bed next to me.  “Would you like to tell me what just happened, young lady? What were you thinking pushing your sister?”

 

I started to cry.  I really couldn’t explain what had happened.  I wasn’t sure myself.  Something had just made me mad and I knew I had to get out of there.  But I didn’t know how to tell this to Daddy, so I didn’t say anything.

 

“I don’t know, Daddy.”

 

“Melissa, that is not an acceptable answer and you know it.  Something made you push your sister and I want to know what it was.”

 

I looked up at Daddy again.  “I’m not sure, Daddy.  I just felt mad and felt like I needed to be alone.  Debbie wouldn’t let me go.  I didn’t mean to push her hard enough for her to fall down.  It was a axident.”

 

“Pushing your sister was not an accident, young lady.  Maybe her falling was an accident, but you put your hands on her, and you mustn’t do that, not ever.  Do I make myself clear?”

 

“Yes, Daddy.”

 

“I am going to give you a little reminder that we don’t put our hands on other people.  And then you and I are going to have a discussion about what it was that made you mad.  For now, come stand over here,” Daddy said, pointing to the spot in front of him.

 

I climbed down off my bed and stood where he told me.  He reached down and pulled just my pajama pants down.  He left my panties in place.  Then he put me over his knees and gave me about two dozen hard spanks.  I cried, of course, but it could have been much worse.

 

When he was done, he lifted me to my feet, adjusted my pajama bottoms and hugged me tight to his chest.  “I’m sorry, Daddy, I won’t do it again.”

 

“Okay, baby, you’re forgiven.  I hope we won’t have to repeat this lesson again anytime soon.  When Debbie comes up later, you’ll apologize to her, too.”

 

I nodded.  Daddy got up and sat in the rocker.  He pulled me into his lap and we snuggled.

 

“Now, Missy, why don’t you tell me what you were feeling?” Daddy asked, gently.

 

I shrugged again.  “I’m not sure, Daddy.  We were just sitting there, watching the movie.  Debbie was leaning on me, and Katie and Jasmine were all snuggled and then I felt mad.”

 

“Oh, I see.  A bit of the green-eyed monster?” he asked.

 

I looked at him like he was crazy.  “Green-eyed monster?” I asked.

 

Daddy nodded.  “Yes, you were jealous of Katie snuggling with Jasmine, weren’t you?”

 

“No, no, I wasn’t jealous,” I stated, firmly.

 

“Melissa, it’s okay to feel a little jealous sometimes.  But young lady, you have to keep those feelings in check.  You can’t go around shoving little girls whenever you feel that way.  This is what happened at dinner tonight, too, isn’t it?  You thought Mommy cut Jasmine a bigger piece of noodle pudding?”

 

Did I?  Is that what was happening to me?  Was I jealous of Jasmine?  I wasn’t sure.

 

“I don’t know, Daddy.  I’m not sure,” I answered honestly.

 

“Well, you have nothing to worry about, sweetie.  We like Jasmine very much, but you’re not going anywhere, okay?” Daddy said, trying to reassure me.

 

I nodded, smiled and said, “Yes, Daddy.”

 

I thought about what Daddy had said when I went to bed that night.  I had gone in with him and Mommy when they had tucked Jasmine in.  I watched as they each kissed Jasmine on the face, and tucked her blankets in.

 

The mad feelings came back.  This was my Mommy and Daddy.  Not hers.  I didn’t want them kissing her or tucking her blankets in.  I was also getting tired of my playroom being known as “her” room.  I wanted her to go home.  I wanted my family back.  Maybe Daddy was right; I did have a touch of the green-eyed monster.

 

But I wasn’t gonna let on.  I was gonna do what Daddy said, and keep those feelings in check.  Yeah, right.  That lasted about ten hours.

 

Thursday was the worst day of the week.  I started to fight with Jasmine the minute we woke up.  She had no idea what hit her.  I didn’t like the way she squeezed the toothpaste.  I tripped over her slippers in the playroom, and yelled at her.  I told her that I was sick of seeing her purple dresses.

 

“Why can’t you wear another color? I hate purple!” I shouted.

 

She seemed surprised, for a minute.  Then she lashed in with both barrels.  “Well, at least I don’t smell like a nasty old barn pig.  I wouldn’t be caught dead wearing those nasty overalls that you wear all the time.”

 

“Oh yeah, well, you...” I began.  But I was stopped by Daddy.

 

“Melissa, I’d like to see you in my bedroom for a minute, please.”

 

Jasmine made a face at me and whispered, “Ha Ha.”

 

I went with Daddy and he reminded me that Jasmine was our guest and that she was my friend.  He also reminded me about our discussion the night before.  I vowed I would do better.  But it didn’t last long.

 

I complained at breakfast that Jasmine got more bacon than I did.  She got more juice, and she got it in MY favorite cup.  Mommy said quietly to Daddy, “Looks like we have a little green-eyed monster living in our house, David.”

 

Daddy nodded and said, “Uhm-hmm.”

 

School wasn’t much better.  Jasmine wouldn’t work with me in groups, because I had been mean to her in the morning.  And it didn’t matter anyway, cuz I was feeling mad at her, too.

 

At lunch, we didn’t sit next to each other.  The other girls noticed, but didn’t say anything.  I think they had gotten tired of our “twin” routine that week, anyway.  I was mad, though, when I saw Jasmine writing notes with Gracie.  She was using MY pencil eraser.

 

When we went out to the playground, I went over to her and Gracie.  “Jasmine, I want the new eraser back that I let you borrow.”

 

“What eraser?” Jasmine asked, turning her nose at me.

 

I pointed.  “That one.  The one with the tassel on the end.”

 

She shook her head.  “No way, it’s mine.  Your daddy gave it to me.  He gave you the icky one with the polka dots.”

 

“Nuh uh,” I said, “That one is mine.  Daddy gave it to ME!”

 

“It is Nooooott, Missy.”

 

“It is mine and I want it nooooooooow!” I yelled loud enough for Gracie to go play somewhere else.

 

Jasmine stared at me.  “He didn’t give it to you.”

 

“He did, too.”

 

“He didn’t.  He gave it to me cuz he knows I like frilly stuff.  I remember, he said it was for his sweetpea.”

 

That just made me mad.  I didn’t want Daddy to have a special name for Jasmine anymore.  I was tired of her living in my house, and being part of my family.  And now she had MY eraser.  I grabbed it right out of her hands and ran across the playground.

 

“Missy, stop!  Hey, give that back!” Jasmine yelled, chasing me.

 

I kept running, with Jasmine in hot pursuit.  When she caught up with me, she bopped me on the arm and grabbed the fancy eraser.  “Gimme!” she said loudly.

 

“Owwww!” I yelled.  It hadn’t really hurt, but my pride was at stake.  I lifted my hand and smacked her hard.  “Now give it back to me!”

 

I don’t know why I was doing this.  I didn’t even like the fancy eraser.  It was stupid with the tassel hanging off the end.  But she had it, and I wanted it.

 

“You call that hard?” Jasmine sneered at me.  She yanked on the eraser and managed to get it away from me.  She ran across the field where the big kids were playing soccer.

 

I was hesitant but I followed her, screaming, “Give me back my eraser!”

 

“Make me, baby!” she yelled.  Now normally, Jasmine was not much of a name-caller, so it really surprised me that she called me that.  I was feeling all kinds of things just then.

 

I stuck my foot out and kicked her.  She turned and slapped me.  We started wrestling on the ground.  The kids all stopped playing, and the kids in my grade ran over.  Everyone was yelling, “Fight! Fight!”

 

I couldn’t believe it was me and Jasmine who were fighting.  I’d never had a real fight in my whole life.  Sure, I’ve hit some people, and wrestled with my brothers, but this was different.

 

Suddenly, all got quiet.  I looked up from Jasmine and found myself staring directly at our assistant principal, Ms. Geary.  Uh oh.

 

Jasmine looked at me to see why I had stopped hitting her.  She looked up then, too.  When she saw Ms. Geary, she dropped her hands to her sides and waited.  We both waited for the bomb to explode.

 

“What is going on here?” Ms. Geary asked, hands on her hips.

 

Jasmine started to stand up, but fell back down.  I put my hand out to her, and helped her up.  She just looked at me.  Then she looked at Ms. Geary and bit her lower lip.  I stood there, staring, not knowing what to say or do.

 

“Well?” Ms. Geary asked.  “What do you think you’re doing?”

 

Very quietly, I answered, “We were fighting, ma’am.”

 

“So I see.  Do you know how many students just ran into my office to tell me this?  Aren’t you two friends? I’m surprised at both of you.  Let’s go!”

 

I looked at Jasmine and she looked at me.  We were both scared.  Neither one of us had ever been to the office except to be a monitor.  We didn’t know what was going to happen.

 

Reluctantly, we followed Ms. Geary to the main office.  She made us sit in the outer office while she had the secretary find our blue cards.  The blue card listed all our information, including emergency phone numbers.

 

Ms. Geary told us to wait in the outer office while she called our parents.  I didn’t know about Jasmine but I was scared.  It was real quiet as we both sat nervously waiting.

 

Suddenly my fight with Jasmine seemed stupid.  Suddenly, I wanted to be friends with her again.  Maybe because we were sort of bonded, both being there in the office, both being in majorly big trouble.

 

I looked at her and whispered, “Jaz?

 

“Yeah?”

 

“I really do like purple, you know,” I said quietly.

 

She nodded and said, “I like overalls, too.  Sometimes, anyway.”  Then she groaned.  “Missy? We’re in real big trouble, aren’t we?”

 

This time I nodded.  “Yeah, and my daddy’s gonna kill me.”

 

“Me too?” she asked.

 

I thought about it.  She was staying with us.  And Daddy had said that our rules applied to her when she was in our house.  So I said, “Um, yeah, you too, probably.”

 

Jasmine groaned again.  “We’re gonna be so dead when your daddy finds out”

 

“Jaz?”

 

“Yeah?”

 

“I’m sorry I hit you and kicked you.”

 

“I’m sorry I bopped you.”

 

I looked over at her and said, “Do you think we can be friends again?”

 

She took a long time thinking about it.  Or maybe it just seemed like a long time cuz I was waiting for her answer.

 

“Yeah, I think we can be,” she said, smiling.

 

I leaned over and we hugged each other tight.  I smiled back at her.  “I’m glad.  I don’t like to fight.”

 

“Me neither.  But Missy?”

 

“Yeah?”

 

“If you ever make fun of purple again, I’m dyeing your hair purple.”

 

I looked at her.  “You wouldn't!  My mommy would kill you.”

 

Jasmine giggled.  “Well, some things are worth it.”

 

I thought about that.  I pointed to the office, from which behind sat our assistant principal, and our fate.  “Is this worth it, Jaz?”

 

Jasmine thought.  “Well, we are friends again.  So yeah, it’s worth it.”

 

We hugged again.  I felt so bad.  This was all my fault.  “I’m sorry I’ve been so, so j-j-jealous.”

 

“Why were you jealous, Missy?”

 

I didn’t know how to answer her.  “Welllll...I guess it’s cuz I'm used to my family the way it was.  And they like you so much.  I was afraid.”

 

“Afraid? Of what?”

 

“That they might end up liking YOU better than they like me.  I guess that sounds stupid to you,” I said.

 

“No, it doesn’t.  But don’t worry, they love you.  I can tell.  It’s different in my family.  My dad left when I was only three and never came back, and my mom is a fruitloop.  She definitely doesn’t care about me the way your family cares about you.  I feel like no one wants me most of the time.”

 

I couldn’t imagine a life like the one Jasmine had.  No wonder she spent so much time over at my house.  “Well, I want you.  I want you as a best friend.”

 

Jasmine smiled.  “I’m glad we’re friends again.  Even if we’re gonna be dead later.”

 

“Yeah, well, if we’re not dead, do you wanna play in the treehouse?”

 

“Sure, we can sit on the beanbags.  They’re soft.”

 

“Okay, but Jaz? No more talk about dyeing my hair purple.”

 

“How ‘bout Joey’s? Can we dye his hair purple?”

 

I laughed at the thought.  “Sure, we can do that.  Maybe when he’s asleep.”

 

The two of us were cracking up.  Not a very likely sight when two little girls are sitting in the main office after being caught fighting on the playground, but none-the-less, that’s what we were doing.

 

Well, that’s what we were doing until Ms. Geary reappeared by our side.

 

“Well, you two.  You seem to be having a good time.  Shall I assume you have made up and settled your differences?”

 

I nodded.  “Yes, ma’am.  And we’re sorry we were fighting.  We won’t do it again.”

 

“No, you won’t, Melissa.  Nor you, Jasmine.  And you’ll have time to think about it the rest of the day today and all day tomorrow.  Because you’re both suspended.”  And with that, Ms. Geary handed each of us a note.  It was sealed.

 

Jasmine looked at me and then at Ms. Geary.  “Suspended? As in, can’t come to school?”

 

“That’s right.  You can return on Monday.”  She turned to me then and said, “I’ve called both your parents at work, Melissa.  They’re both out but I expect a return call from them at any time.  In the meantime, your teacher is sending your things down, along with all your homework and extra work to do tomorrow.  I expect, girls, for all assignments to be complete.  I’ll be checking them myself.  Is that understood?”

 

We both nodded.  We were both in shock.

 

Ms. Geary faced Jasmine then and said, “We’ve been unable to reach your mother, Jasmine.  Her boss said she was out of town.  Are you staying with a relative?”

 

“Um, no ma’am.  I’m staying at Missy’s house.”

 

Ms. Geary looked at her and then at me.  “Hmmm, I see.  Okay, well, you two girls will sit here until someone comes to get you.”  At that, she went back into her office.

 

I looked at Jasmine then and said, “Suspended?  Oh, man, we are definitely dead.”

 

The afternoon dragged on.  Neither Mommy or Daddy ever called back.  Mrs. Fox had sent down our stuff and enough homework to keep us busy for a year.  The secretary in the office had let us start it.  After all, we were just sitting there.  Ms. Geary had left the building in order to attend a conference, so we were glad of that.

 

At 3:00, I told the secretary that I had to go pick up my sister from kindergarten.  If I didn’t get Debbie, no one else would know to do it.  She let us go.

 

When Jasmine and I got to Debbie’s classroom, she ran to the door.  Her teacher, Mrs. Murray came over and said, “Oh, hi, Melissa.  You’re such a big girl and so helpful, too.  Tell your mom that Debbie’s doing great.”

 

“I will, ma’am, thank you.  Come on, sis,” I said, taking Debbie’s hand.  She chattered about her day all the way to the flagpole where we were meeting Billy and Joey.

 

When they got there, Billy said, “Missy, what was that I heard about you being in a fight?”

 

“How’d you know?” I asked him.

 

“The other sixth grade class was outside playing soccer during your lunch period and my friend, Chris told me.  Is it true?”

 

I nodded.  “Yeah.”

 

“Who were you fighting with?” he asked.

 

I pointed to Jasmine.  Billy laughed.  “Oh man,” he said, “I wish I could have seen that.”

 

Jasmine was holding her note in front of her.  “What’s that?” Joey asked.

 

“It’s a note.  Me and Missy are in trouble,” Jaz told them.

 

“Uh oh, Missy.  Daddy’s gonna be mad,” Joey said.

 

“Yeah, especially when he finds out we both got suspended,” I admitted.

 

Billy’s eyes widened.  “What? You got suspended? Oh man, you are DEAD.  Both of you.”

 

Just then, we heard a familiar honk and started walking to Mommy’s car.  “Don’t say anything; I’ll tell Mommy,” I said to the boys.

 

They agreed as we got into the car.  “Hi Katie,” I said, giving my sister a hug.  She was so cute, sitting in her car seat.  We all got in and no one said a word.  Then Mommy asked Debbie about her day and Debbie didn’t let her down; began chattering about the dollhouse corner, and painting and whatnot.

 

“Mommy? Wats spended?” Debbie asked when she was through reciting her daily activities.

 

My mouth dropped to the floor.  Oh no!  I forgot to tell Debbie not to say anything.  And she didn’t even know what it was.  I looked at Jasmine.  She looked at me.  We waited to see what Mommy would say.

 

“It’s something very bad, Debbie.  It’s when you get in trouble at school and they don’t let you come back.”

 

“Ohhhh,” Debbie said.  “I no yike dat.”

 

Mommy caught my look in the rear view mirror.  Uh Oh.  I had a feeling she already knew.

 

I was right.  When we got into the house, Mommy stopped Jasmine and me.  “Girls.  I know all about what happened at school today.  I am very disappointed.  Do you have anything to say for yourselves?”

 

“I’m sorry, Mommy,” I said.  “But me and Jaz made up.  We’re not fighting anymore.”

 

“Yeah, I’m sorry, too, Mrs. Ross,” Jasmine said.  “We didn’t realize what we were doing til it was too late.”

 

“Well, I’m sorry, as well.  And both of you are going to be even more sorry later.  I’m too upset about it to deal with it right now.  I want you both upstairs, working on homework.  We will discuss it after dinner.  Melissa, I don’t think Daddy knows yet.  But he will, as soon as the dinner dishes are cleared.  Understand?”

 

“Yes, Mommy,” I said quietly.  I picked up my bookbag and headed for the stairs, with Jasmine close behind.

 

When we were called to dinner, Mommy took me aside and told me that Daddy didn’t know yet.  She wanted to wait until dinner was over and then I would have to tell him.

 

I gave Daddy a big hug when I saw him and we all sat down to dinner.  Mommy had made chicken and potatoes; it was one of my favorite meals.  I think it was sort of like a “last supper” for me.

 

Daddy went around the table and asked each of us about our day at school.  When it got to be my turn, I tried to sidetrack Daddy into listening to more of Debbie’s day, but it didn’t work.

 

He raised his eyebrows at me but then gave up.  He then turned to Jasmine and said, “Well, Sweetpea, what about you? Did you have a good day? What’s happening with the Merokee Indians today?”

 

Jaz looked at me and then we looked at Mommy.  We didn’t know what happened in social studies, because we weren’t there at that time.  I was just about to say something when Debbie opened up her big mouth, yet again.

 

“Jaz and Missy gots spended, Daddy.  Dat’s bad.  Dey no yet you come back to school.”

 

Daddy looked at Debbie, then at me and Jasmine and then over at Mommy.  The boys and Katie just stared at Debbie.  You could hear a pin drop in the room.

 

“Suspended? Did I understand her correctly?” Daddy asked Mommy.  “Jasmine and Melissa were suspended?”

 

Mommy nodded.  “Yes, David, the girls were going to tell you about it after dinner.  They were caught fighting on the playground.”

 

“With each other?” Daddy questioned.  I think he was in shock.

 

The boys got up then and started clearing the table.  Mommy let Katie out of her booster seat and led Debbie away from the table.  Jasmine and I didn’t move.  Daddy didn’t move.  We were scared.

 

After the full story unfolded, Daddy sent me and Jaz upstairs to get ready for bed.  But that’s not the only place we were headed.  Daddy had scolded both of us together about fighting, and warned us that we were in for a big spanking each.

 

I was sitting on my bed when Daddy came in and sat down next to me.  He looked at me and I turned away.  He turned my head back to look at him.  “Melissa Erin, I am very disappointed in you.  Would you like to tell me exactly what you were fighting over?”

 

I started to cry.  “I-I-I was j-j-jealous, Daddy.  That green-eyed monster came back!” I sobbed.

 

Daddy pulled me into his arms then and held me while I calmed down.  “What did I tell you about those feelings, Melissa? You have to keep them in check.  I am very unhappy.  And I’m afraid, young lady, that I’m going to have to be very strict with you about this.”

 

“But Daddy,” I began.

 

“Melissa, Daddy is already very upset.  You’d do best not to argue with me.”

 

“But, Daddy, me and Jasmine are friends again.  We made up,” I explained.

 

“But you were still suspended, Melissa.  Suspended!  They’re not letting you go to school for a day.  Come now, stand in front of me!”

 

I got up reluctantly and stood facing Daddy.  He didn’t seem mad.  In fact, he seemed sad.  I couldn’t imagine what it was like to be a daddy.

 

“Honey, do you understand why Daddy is going to spank you?”

 

I nodded.  “Cuz I gotted in trouble at school?  Big trouble?”

 

“That’s right.”

 

“I’m sorry I got suspended.  I didn’t mean to be bad, Daddy.”

 

“Melissa, you’re not bad.  You just made a bad choice.  Daddy loves you, but what you did was very naughty.”

 

Daddy reached down and lowered my pajama bottoms and my panties.  Then from behind him came something.  I looked at Daddy and my lower lip started to quiver.

 

“No, Daddy, don’t use that!” I pleaded.  It was a hairbrush.  Daddy had never spanked me with it before.  Sure, I had seen him use it on Joey and Billy, but never on me.  “I’m sorrrrrry!” I cried.

 

“Melissa Erin, I told you I was going to be very firm with you about this.  I don’t ever want this happening again.  You are never to fight; whether you’re feeling mad, or jealous, or what.  Is that understood?”

 

I nodded, but I didn’t mean it.  I didn’t understand.  I didn’t want that awful wooden thing on my backside.  But there was no point in arguing.  That would only put me in a worse position, literally.

 

Daddy pulled me over his lap and lifted that dreadful hairbrush.  He began to spank my bare bottom-hard.

 

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

 

It hurt worse than I ever imagined it would.  “Owwwwwwww!” I screamed.

 

Daddy kept that brush coming.  “No more fighting {Crack!} {Crack!}, young lady.  {Crack!} {Crack!} Especially with Jasmine...she’s almost family.” {Crack!} {Crack!}

 

“Owwwwww! I won’t, Daddy, I won’t.  I’m sorrrrrrry!”

 

{Crack!} {Crack!} {Crack!} {Crack!} {Crack!} went the brush on my poor little bottom.

 

“I hope we won’t ever have this discussion again, Melissa Erin.  Am I making myself clear?”

 

“Waaaaaaaaaaah! Yes, sir!” I cried.  “I’m so sorrrry, Dadddy, please stoppppp!”

 

I didn’t think I would ever sit down again.  This hurt more than I ever thought possible.  I was never gonna do anything ever again that would warrant my receiving the hairbrush.

 

Daddy put the brush down and used his hand to give me the last five spanks on my sit spot. 

{Spank!} {Spank!} {Spank!} {Spank!} {Spank!}

 

I was crying hard.  Then Daddy stopped and used his hand to rub my bottom.  It felt like it was on fire.  He let me cry over his lap for a few minutes before standing me up.  Then he pulled me to him and hugged me tight.

 

“Okay, baby, it’s all over now.”

 

I was sobbing as Daddy held me.  I cried on his chest.  Daddy reached down and adjusted my panties and my pajama bottoms.  Owww, that hurt so much.

 

“I'm so sorry, Daddy, d-d-do you forgive me?”

 

“Of course I do, Missy.  You made a mistake and now you’ve been punished.  And I know you won’t do anything like it again, will you?”

 

“No, sir.”

 

“Okay, then,” Daddy said, scooping me up.  He went over to the rocking chair in our room and rocked me for a long time.

 

After a bit, I said, “Daddy? Do you still love me?”

 

“Oh, Missy, Daddy will always love you.”

 

“Even though I was jealous, and I was fighting, and I got suspended?”

 

“Yes, sweetie.  I promise.  I will always love you,” Daddy said, smiling.

 

“I love you, too, Daddy.  And I’m sorry I was so naughty.”

 

“It’s okay now, Missy.  You’ve been punished and it’s all forgiven now.  Come on, you need to get into bed.”

 

Daddy led me back to my bed.  It was early.  Katie and Debbie hadn’t even come in to put on pajamas yet.  But I wasn’t gonna argue; no way, no how.

 

Daddy kissed me and tucked me in like he did every night.  I gave him an extra hug and then lay down on my belly.  I think I was gonna try sleeping this way for a few nights.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

 

Daddy went to his room, where he had told Jasmine to wait.  She couldn’t wait in “her” room because the other kids were in there playing.  Jasmine was sitting on the edge of the big bed when Daddy went in and closed the door behind him.

 

He went over and sat down next to Jasmine on the bed.  “You know why we’re here, don’t you?”

 

Jasmine nodded.  “Yes, sir.  Cuz Missy and me got into a fight at school and got suspended.  I’m really sorry.”

 

“I’m sure you are, but you’re still going to be punished.”

 

Jasmine’s lower lip started to quiver.  “I’m really, really sorry.  I didn’t mean to be bad.  It just happened.  Are you going to send me away?”

 

Daddy had picked up the hairbrush and was about to turn Jasmine over his lap when he heard her statement and stopped.  “Send you away? No, of course not.  Where would you get an idea like that?”

 

“Well, I don’t really belong here.  And I was supposed to follow your rules, and I didn’t.  So I just thought, well, I thought you wouldn’t want me around anymore,” Jasmine admitted.

 

Daddy turned to look Jasmine straight in the eye.  “Sweetpea, I would never send you away.  Never, ever.  It’s true you’re only staying here this week because your mom is away, but even if she wasn’t, and you were here, if you misbehaved, you’d be punished.  You know that.”

 

“I know that, Uncle Ross,” Jasmine said, spying the hairbrush in Daddy’s hand.  “Are you going to spank me with THAT?” she asked.

 

Daddy looked at the hairbrush.  He thought about it.  This wasn’t his child.  Her mother never even spanked her with her own hand.  David didn’t feel comfortable spanking Jasmine with the hairbrush, even though Melissa had gotten it.

 

“Well, Missy got the hairbrush.  If I don’t use it on you, you’ll have to get extra swats.  That seems fair, doesn’t it?”

 

Jasmine nodded; anything to avoid getting spanked with that awful instrument.

 

“Okay, so you know why I’m about to spank you, Jasmine Grace?”

 

“Yes, sir, cuz I was fighting and got suspended.”

 

“Yes,” Daddy said, putting Jasmine across his lap.  He flipped up her purple nightie and lowered her panties to her ankles.  He raised his hand and began spanking her bare bottom.

 

{Spank!} {Spank!} {Spank!} {Spank!} {Spank!} {Spank!} {Spank!}

 

“OWWWWWWWW!” she cried.  She didn’t wiggle or kick, just laid there, crying as Daddy continued spanking her.

 

{Spank!} {Spank!} {Spank!} {Spank!} {Spank!} {Spank!} {Spank!}

 

“There will be no more fighting, {Spank!} {Spank!} with words or with fists, {Spank!} {Spank!} is that understood?” {Spank!} {Spank!} {Spank!} {Spank!}

 

“Owwww, yes, sir, I won’t anymore, I promise!” Jasmine cried.

 

Daddy hadn’t counted, but felt Jasmine had had enough, and stopped, after giving her the final five smacks to her sit spot.  She lay over his lap, sobbing.  Then he pulled up her panties, lowered her nightie and stood her up.  He hugged her to him and she cried on his chest.

 

“I’m so sorry, Uncle Ross,” she said.  “I won’t ever fight again.”

 

“I know you won’t, sweetie.  It’s all over now.  Both you and Missy have been punished and forgiven.  After your day tomorrow, we can have a nice weekend.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

 

And we did.  The weekend was great. 

 

Friday had stunk, cuz Mommy had to take off work to stay home with us.  She wouldn’t let us play or nothing.  We had to do all the work Mrs. Fox had assigned.  It took the entire day. 

 

But then Saturday came.  Daddy was home and took the whole family, including Jasmine, to the amusement park.  When Sunday came, and Jaz’s mommy came home, we were all sad to see her go. 

 

I guess it had been a great week, after all.  And I didn’t see that green-eyed monster again, for a long, long time.

 

The end.