Robin Wants Attention, Part
3
By SamPast
Copyright © 1999
I waited for Jennifer by
the flagpole after school. We always waited here together for Mommy or Daddy to
pick us up. Today would be Mommy as Daddy had to work late on Tuesdays. He wouldn't
be home until we were getting ready for bed. On this particular day, I'm not
sure if this was a good thing or bad.
Jennifer came running up to
meet me. "Robin, is it true? When I didn't see you at lunch, I asked
Cynthia what happened." Cynthia was one of my best friends.
Jenn continued, "She
said you were really bad in class and Mrs. Pappas had to take you to the
office. So what happened, did Uncle Jack give you a spanking?"
Oh, I was really not in the
mood for this. I didn't want to have to explain anything to Jennifer. She was
staring at me and waiting for me to tell all.
I said, "You know what
Jenn, I'm really not in the mood to tell you what happened. I'm still a little
mad at you for telling on me this morning."
"Fine," Jenn
said, "then I'll just tell Mommy what I heard at lunchtime. I'm sure
she'll want to know all the details. And you'll have to tell her. About this
morning, I warned you last night I would tell if you did it again, and you did,
so there." Then she stuck her tongue at me. Can you believe it?
Now I didn't want her to
say anything to Mommy until I was ready to tell her myself. I was thinking like
after dinner, maybe. Besides, it would give my butt an extra couple of hours to
rest until my next spanking. There wasn't any use to even think about it not
happening. I knew when Mommy found out what I did, I would get one.
I debated for another
minute and then said, "Okay, fine, I'll tell you what happened but you
have to promise not to say anything to Mommy. I will tell her but I want to
wait a little while, like maybe after dinner. Okay?"
She agreed, so I told her
what had happened. She couldn't believe I got detention with Mr. Fried. She was
scared to death of him, too. Then I saw Mommy pull up out of the corner of my eye.
Jennifer started to walk away, but I grabbed her by the arm.
"Remember, Jenn. Not a
word." I cautioned. She just nodded.
We got into the car. Jenn
got up front which was fine with me. I sat in the back with Steven. I didn't
want to have to look Mommy in the eye right now. And I didn't want her to look
at me either. I was afraid she would be able to tell that I had misbehaved just
by looking at me. It was a nice distraction playing with the baby on the short
ride home. Jennifer and Mommy chatted about her school day in the front seat.
If Mommy noticed I was being extremely quiet, she didn't say anything.
When we got home, I told
Mommy I was going to go upstairs and work on my homework. I knew she would
think this was strange, because we always did our homework at the dining room
table.
"Don't you want your
snack, Robin?" she asked.
"No, thanks, I'm not
hungry. I just want to get my homework done. I feel like doing it by myself
today," I said hurriedly as I ran upstairs.
I lay on my bed and worked
on my homework. It was hard to concentrate as I had other things on my mind,
like when Mommy found out about what I did in school today. You would think it
would be enough just me feeling terrible about it. But I knew that was wishful
thinking. I would be expected to feel guilty, but I still would get a spanking.
I sat there and worried about it for an hour. Then I heard a knock on the door.
"Come in," I
yelled. It was Mommy. I guess I kind of knew it would be.
"Hi, sweetie, is
anything wrong? You don't usually do your homework up here. I asked Jenn but
she's awfully quiet. Did something happen at school today?"
Oh, why did she have to ask
it exactly that way? If I said, 'no', then I'd be lying. But I wasn't really
ready to tell her what I did. She was looking at me all concerned waiting for
me to answer.
"Um, well, yes,
something did happen, but I kind of wanted to wait until after dinner to tell
you." Yeah, right, but it was worth a try.
Mommy said, "I think I
want you to tell me now what happened, Robin."
"Okay," I said,
but then the words wouldn't come out. I couldn't think of how to tell her, so I
just fished through my bookbag for the note Mr. Fried had given me. I started
to cry as I handed it to her.
I watched Mommy's face as
she read the note. I could tell she was getting angry. She must have read it
twice because it took her a really long time.
"Robin! I cannot
believe you did these things. Tell me Mr. Fried is mistaken," Mommy said.
I sobbed. "No, Mommy,
I'm sorry, but it's all true. I was really bad for Mrs. Pappas and she had to
lead me by the hand to the office. But Uncle Jack wasn't there, so Mr. Fried
said I had to go to his room tomorrow for detention." I looked at Mommy.
She was angry. "I'm sorry, Mommy."
"Not as sorry as
you're going to be, little girl. Come here," she stated.
I sobbed as I went and
stood next to her. She pulled my pants and panties down in one shot. Then she
pulled me across her lap and started to spank my poor bottom before I even knew
what hit me. Literally.
"No, Mommy, please
don't. Daddy just spanked me this morning! No, I'm sorry!" I wailed.
"Well, you should have
thought about that at school today while you were disrupting the class and
being disrespectful to your teacher," Mommy said. She punctuated each word
with a spank. It felt like a really bad spanking. Maybe it was just because it
was on top of the one I had gotten that morning.
When she was finished, I
just lay on her lap sobbing. I really was sorry, even if Mommy didn't believe
me.
Mommy stood me up and made
me look at her in the face. "Robin, I want you to promise me that you will
never act like this again, whether it's at school or anywhere else."
"I won't, Mommy, that
spanking hurt, I'm sorry." Then I said something I probably shouldn't
have. "You know, you didn't have to hit me so hard, I already felt bad
enough." I guess I kind of spit those last words out.
Mommy swung me around and
smacked my behind again. Ouch, that smarts.
"What did you just say
to me, little girl? How dare you talk to me like that.
Now I'm going to bring you into the bathroom and wash your mouth out with
soap!"
"No, Mommy, I'm sorry.
I'll be good. I'm sorry!"
Mommy brought me into the
bathroom and pushed me lightly onto the toilet seat cover. Ouch, now that hurt!
I jumped right up. But Mommy pushed me back down. "Let that be a reminder
for you." I continued to cry.
Putting the bar of soap
into my mouth, Mommy said, "You should just be glad I'm not going to get
my hairbrush. If I had spoken to my mother the way you just spoke to me after a
hand spanking, I would've gotten a hairbrush spanking on top of it."
After a few minutes, Mommy
took the soap out and let me rinse my mouth out. It didn't help. I still had
the yucky soap taste in my mouth.
"Now, go lay on your bed and cry it out," Mommy said. "I'll
come back up in a little while, after we've both calmed down, and we can talk
about this. Okay?" Mommy had softened a little.
I didn't trust myself to
speak nicely yet, so I just nodded. I went and laid
down on my bed, and cried.
After I felt like I had
cried for a very long time, I sat up. I looked at the clock. It was almost
6:00. I must have fallen asleep. We would be eating dinner soon. Then we would
have baths, and get ready for bed. Then Daddy would be home. I wasn't really
looking forward to him coming home tonight. Suddenly there was a knock on the
door. It was Mommy, again.
"Robin, can we talk
now? Mommy asked, almost sweetly.
I nodded. As she walked
over, she leaned down and picked up my panties and pants from the floor and
handed them to me. I put them on. Then she came and sat down next to me on my
bed. I waited for her to start. The last time I had opened my mouth, I ended up
with a bar of soap in it.
"I spoke to
Daddy," Mommy said, "and he thinks we all have to sit down and talk.
He's going to try to come home before you go to sleep tonight."
"Okay, Mommy." I
said.
Then Mommy said, "But,
is there anything you want to talk to me about before later?"
I shook my head back and forth.
"No, Mommy." I whispered.
Mommy said, "I think,
Robin, you want to apologize to me for the way you spoke earlier."
I looked at Mommy. She was
right, of course, I really did need to apologize, but something held me back.
Okay, I told myself, just do it.
"I'm sorry, Mommy, I
shouldn't have talked to you that way," I said.
Mommy said, "No,
honey, you shouldn't have. You know that part of the job of being a Mommy is to
punish children when they've been naughty. And you were very naughty today. Weren't
you?"
I tried to hide my smile at
the juvenile word, "naughty."
"Yes, Mommy, I was,
but I won't let it happen again," I said, knowing this was what she wanted
to hear.
"Okay, Robin, come and
wash up for dinner. Your sister is setting the table.
We'll talk more when your father comes home."
(To be continued)