Moving...a twin story- Part
1
By SamPast
Copyright © 1999
(See introduction for all
disclaimers.)
"Robin and Jennifer!
Do one of you want to help me
bring some stuff down to
the storage shed in the basement?" Charlie called.
"I will, Daddy!"
Jennifer said. Charlie and Jennifer
took the elevator down to
the basement. Charlie was putting more boxes down in the storage locker, before
they
moved to the new house.
Jennifer said, "I
can't wait 'til we move, but I'll miss all my friends in the apartment building."
Charlie said, "I know
you will, but we're not moving
very far. You can always come
back to visit."
While Charlie was putting
the box into their locker,
Jennifer was looking
around. "Oooh, Daddy, look, a cat! Here, kitty, kitty! Oh, he's so soft."
Charlie said, "Okay,
honey, that's it, let's go."
Jennifer said, "Oh,
Daddy, can I just stay and pet the
cat a little more?"
Charlie looked at his
watch. "Okay, honey, but in ten
minutes, I want you back upstairs,
okay?" Jennifer nodded. She watched as her father got back in the
elevator.
After a few minutes, the
cat started to walk away.
Jenn said, "Hey,
Kitty, where're you going?" Jennifer followed the cat. Suddenly, she was surrounded
by all these
pretty things. She looked
around. She and the cat had
wondered into someone
else's storage locker.
"This should be locked
up, " Jenn said, as she went to
examine the open lock on
the shed. She started to touch the pretty stuff. "I really shouldn't be
touching this stuff,"
she thought to herself.
"Well, maybe I can just look
around."
Suddenly, Jennifer realized
she had to use the bathroom. "I guess I'd better go upstairs," she
thought. Then she heard a noise. At first, she thought it was the cat. She
looked around for the cat,
but did not see it.
"Hey, there, you! What
do you think you're doing?"
Jennifer jumped. She was so
scared; she wet her pants.
She turned around and was staring
straight into the eyes of Mr. Sam, the building super.
"Oh, Mr. Sam, it's
you! You scared me half to death!"
Mr. Sam said, "Who are
you? And what are you doing in
Mrs. Cohn's things?"
Jennifer whispered,
"Mr. Sam, it's me, Jennifer Clemente, one of the twins. I wasn't touching
anything, really. The lock was open, and everything was so pretty. I was just
looking, honest."
Mr. Sam said, "Yeah,
well, we'll see about that. Open
your hands. I can't be having
anything being stolen now, can I?"
Jennifer opened her hands.
Thank god, she hadn't picked anything up. Mr. Sam seemed satisfied that she
didn't have any of Mrs. Cohn's things. "Okay, now, let's go call your
parents and have them come get you. You shouldn't be down here by
yourself anyhow."
Mr. Sam called The Clemente
apartment, but the line was busy. "Well, I guess I'll have to deliver you
myself, then, let's go."
Jennifer was scared. She
knew her dad would be mad:
not only did she wet her pants,
but she got caught being where she shouldn't have been. Ever since the incident
with Beth Thompson's pocketbook, she had tried to stay out of trouble.
"Looks like I blew
it!" she said to herself.
Up in the apartment,
Charlie was on the phone. When the doorbell rang, he asked Robin to look to see
who it was. Robin said, "Daddy, it's Mr. Sam and Jennifer."
Charlie said into the
phone, "Look, I have to go, I'll call you back." He went over and
opened the door. "Hi, Sam, is something wrong?"
Sam ushered Jennifer into
the apartment, while he
stayed in the hall. He
said, "I found her going through Mrs. Cohn's things. She didn't take anything,
as far as I could
see, although I didn't
check her pockets."
Charlie looked down at
Jennifer. She looked down at
the floor. Charlie said,
"Is that true, Jennifer? Were you touching things that don't concern
you?"
Jennifer nodded. She was
afraid to open her mouth.
She could feel her father
and Mr. Sam staring at her though, and she knew she was expected to answer.
"I'm sorry, Daddy, I
couldn't help it. I was following
the cat. The locker was
open, and everything was so pretty. I didn't take anything, honest."
Charlie said, "Well,
I'll just check for myself," and
he reached into the front
pocket of Jennifer's jeans. That's when he felt that they were wet.
"Oh, Jenn,
again?!" Charlie was disappointed. Jennifer could hear it in his voice. Charlie
felt the outside of each pocket. "No, Sam, there isn't anything in the
pockets. Besides, Jennifer knows better than to steal. Don't you, baby?"
Jennifer knew her father
was thinking of the pocketbook
incident. "Yes,
Daddy," she said. Charlie turned back to Sam, "Sorry again, Sam, thank
you for bringing her back up." The two men shook hands and Sam walked
away.
Charlie closed the
apartment door. He turned to Jennifer, "Okay, young lady, I want you to go
change, and then I want to see you in my room, do you understand?"
Jennifer sighed. "Yes,
Daddy." Jennifer took off her
wet things and put them in the
bathtub. Then she used the toilet, and washed her hands. She went into her room
and grabbed a fresh pair of
panties. As she was putting them
on, she said, "Well, I
won't be needing these for too long, I guess."
She went into her parents'
bedroom and over to her father who was sitting on his dressing room chair. She
stood in front of him and waited.
Charlie said, "Jennifer,
I'm very disappointed in you.
I thought I could trust you
down in the basement for ten minutes. Almost as soon as I was out of the room,
you
got yourself in trouble.
What do you have to say for
yourself?"
Jennifer started to cry.
She was disappointed in
herself, as well.
"I'm sorry,
Daddy," she sobbed. "I don't know what
came over me. I followed
the cat, and then I was in this locker, surrounded by beautiful things, and I
don't know, I just started to touch everything. I knew I shouldn't, but, but, I
don't know, I couldn't help it. I'm sorry." Jennifer continued to cry.
Charlie was holding her by
her shoulders. Jennifer was
crying and looking down at the
floor. Then Charlie put his hand on her chin and lifted her face to meet his.
He said, "I'm afraid, 'I'm sorry' just doesn't cut it, little girl. You're
always sorry when you're caught doing things you shouldn't. What I want you to learn
is to not do them in the first place. Do you understand?"
Jennifer nodded. Charlie
said, "Now, what about your
wet pants? Did you know that
you had to go?"
Jennifer thought about it.
She knew she should just
tell the truth, but she was
already in such big trouble. She found herself lying, even before she could
stop herself. "Uh, no, Daddy, Mr. Sam scared me half to death, and I guess
I just wet myself, then."
Charlie said, "Okay,
well, let's get this over with. Come on."
Charlie pulled Jennifer's
panties down to her ankles
and she stepped out of
them. She knew she wouldn't be needing them for long. Then he guided her over
his lap. He brought his right hand down hard on her bottom, again and again,
alternating between the left and right cheeks. Jennifer cried as her daddy spanked
her. She didn't like to be spanked, but she always knew that she was forgiven
when it was over. Her father
continued to spank, until
Jennifer's bottom was bright red. Then he pulled her up onto his lap, and
rubbed her back and her bottom, as she cried into his chest.
"I'm sorry, Daddy, I'm
sorry."
Charlie said, "Okay,
that's okay, everything's all
right. Okay, shush
now!" He rubbed her back and her bottom until she fell asleep. Charlie
stood up with Jennifer in
his arms.
He called out to Robin,
"Robin, come here, sweetheart!"
Robin came to the door of her
parents' bedroom. She saw her sister asleep in her father's arms. She also
noticed
her sister's very pink
bottom.
Charlie said, "Robin,
will you please get me one of your sister's pantsies, and open it on my
bed?" Robin did as she was told. It always made her nervous when her
sister was just spanked. Even though she didn't do anything wrong, one never
knew!
Charlie laid the sleeping
Jennifer on his bed, and put
the pantsies on her. He
knew she would sleep for at least half an hour. He leaned down and kissed her
on her cheek, and said, "I love you, sweetheart!" Then he walked out
of the room, closing the door behind him.
About fifteen minutes
later, Lisa arrived home, with the baby and lots of packages. Charlie laughed,
"Successful shopping trip, I see?"
Lisa said, "How'd you
guess? Here, take the baby."
Charlie took Steven from
Lisa. He was sound asleep.
Charlie snuck into their bedroom,
and laid Steven down in his crib. Charlie couldn't wait until they were in the house,
and Steven had his own room. He reclosed the door and rejoined Lisa in the kitchen.
Lisa said, "How was
your afternoon? Where're the
girls?"
Charlie hesitated,
"Well, I'm not sure where Robin is.
Last time I saw her, she
was in the den watching t.v. and Jennifer is asleep on our bed."
Lisa looked at Charlie.
"Oh, no, not again, what'd she
do?" Lisa knew the
only reason Jennifer would be asleep in their bedroom, is if Charlie had just
spanked her.
Charlie started to tell
Lisa the whole story, when Lisa
went into the bathroom. She
saw Jennifer's wet pants in the tub. Charlie had washed them out and set them
to dry
over the top of the shower.
Lisa said, "Oh, again?
Charlie, she's getting worse.
She's had more accidents in
the past few months than in the time I've known her. What are we going to do
about
it?"
Charlie said, "Sid
told us not to worry about it. He's
been her doctor since she
was born, and I trust him. She'll grow out of it. You'll see."
Lisa shrugged. She was
going to worry anyway. She
didn't think it normal for
an eleven-year-old to still wet the bed at night, let alone have numerous
daytime
accidents.
Lisa sighed,
"Okay, tell me the rest of the story." Charlie filled her in on what
had happened. Lisa said, "Hmm, if it's not one thing, it's another."
Lisa went into the den to
see what Robin was up to.
She saw Robin furiously scrubbing
away at the couch cushion. "Robin, what are you doing? What's going
on?"
Robin turned to see her
mother standing over her with
her hands on her hips. Lisa
looked at the couch cushion; it was covered in red nail polish. Then she looked
at Robin's fingernails; they were red, too. And so were her toenails.
Lisa said, "What on
earth do you think you are doing,
young lady?"
Robin sobbed. "I'm
sorry, Mommy, I was being really
careful, and then when I was
done, I knocked over the nail polish. I'm sorry. I'll get it out, I
promise."
Lisa pushed Robin away from
the couch, grabbed the
sponge and tried to get the
nail polish off herself, but it was too late; the nail polish had dried.
Her mother said, "You
are in very big trouble, young
lady. I want you to go into
the bathroom, find the nail polish remover and take that all off, at once. Then
go into your room and wait for me. You are going to be punished."
Robin said, "But,
Mommy, it's almost dry, can't I keep
it on? Please?"
Lisa said, "NO! You
heard me, go right now!" Robin
cried but did what she was told.
Lisa bent down and tried to
pick the nail polish off, but it didn't work. Then Charlie came in and said,
"Lisa, what's wrong? Robin just rushed past me crying." He looked
down at the couch. "What is that? Is that nail polish?" Lisa nodded.
Charlie said, "Great, that's not going to come out, is it?"
"It might come out
with nail polish remover. I'll try
it as soon as I'm finished punishing
Robin."
Lisa went into the twins'
room. Robin was laying on
her bed crying into her
pillow. Lisa sat down on the bed and said, "Come here." Robin sat up and
moved over until
she was sitting right next
to her mother. Lisa said, "Do you
know why you are going to be
punished, Robin?"
Robin nodded. "Because
I spilled the nail polish on
the couch."
Her mother said, "And
whose nail polish were you
using?"
Robin answered,
"Yours."
Lisa said, "And did
you have permission to use my nail
polish?" Robin shook
her head back and forth. She started to cry again.
"I didn't think you'd
mind if I used it, Mommy. I was
so careful with it, and I thought
you would tell me how nice it looked. Oh, if I hadn't spilled it, you would have."
Lisa said, "It doesn't
matter if I thought it looked
nice or not, Robin, you
still used it without my permission. And you were not careful with it, were
you? You spilled it on
the couch cushion, and I
might not be able to get it out.
Daddy and I might have to replace
that cushion. And if we do, you will pay for it out of your allowance. Do you hear
me?" Robin nodded.
Lisa said, "Okay,
let's go." Robin stood up in front
of her mother. Lisa pulled
her pants and panties down to her knees and lifted Robin over her lap. She
started to spank
Robin over and over again,
in the middle of her bottom.
Mommy's spankings were different
from Daddy's in that way. Daddy would alternate between cheeks, while Mommy
concentrated in the middle of your bottom. Robin
couldn't decide which was worse.
They both hurt an awful lot. Robin tried to avoid spankings as often as possible.
It seemed that Jennifer got one every week.
Lisa spanked until Robin's
bottom was bright red. Then
she stood Robin up and motioned
to her pants. "Up or off?" Robin said, "Off" as she stepped
out of them. Robin laid on her bed. Lisa rubbed her back and her bottom while
Robin cried.
Lisa said, "Okay, you
cry it out, sweetheart, I love
you. I'll come back in half
an hour, okay?" Robin nodded through her tears. Lisa leaned down and
kissed Robin on
her cheek. Then she closed
the door, and left the room.
Lisa went into the kitchen
where Charlie was. He was
sitting at the table,
reading the newspaper. Lisa put her arms around him and kissed the top of his
head. "Boy it's
been a busy day, hasn't
it?" Lisa said, referring to both
twins being spanked.
Charlie said, "Yes, it
has. I hope we don't have too
many more days like this
one."
(To be continued...)