Robin Wants Attention-Part
5
By SamPast
Copyright © 1999
Today was Saturday. It had
been a whole four days since my last spanking. I was trying to stay on my best
behavior, but was still thinking of two things. One was how I was going to get back
at Jennifer for telling on me Tuesday morning. I can still see her smug smile
in the bathroom doorway when she was telling Mommy and Daddy that I wet my bed
on purpose. The other thing I was trying to think of was how to get some more
attention, and more importantly, in a way that wouldn't get me into trouble. I
had been spanked more times in the past few months than in my entire lifetime.
An answer to the first
thought: getting back at Jennifer, came to me while we were downtown. Daddy was
at work, and Mommy had let us walk into town together. We each had some money
and were looking to buy something. We were in one of those little
stationery/card/candy/tobacco stores, kind of like a TeAmo.
We each had picked out some candy we wanted to try. I had put my money in my
pocket, while Jenn had chosen to carry around her bookbag. It worked perfectly
with my plan.
You see, there was this toy
that Jennifer wanted. It was a silly little thing, but it cost a lot of money.
She really didn't have enough money to buy that plus the candy. So she was
walking around the store with it, trying to decide if it was worth it to buy
it. Here's what I did: I took an identical toy to the one Jenn was carrying,
and slipped it under my shirt. I made sure to do it right near those big
mirrors that they have near the ceiling. Now, Jenn wears glasses, but other
than that, we look exactly alike. I mean, exactly alike (only our parents and
other close family can tell us apart).
I did it, with my back to
the mirror, but you could still see what I was doing. Then I walked away from
the mirror, slipped it back out, and went to stand by Jennifer. I started to
talk to her as I slowly unzipped her bookbag. Then I just threw the toy in. We
were nowhere near the mirrors, then. She was asking me a question; I wasn't
even listening.
"Oh, Jenn, your
bookbag is open. You want me to zip it up for you?" I asked sweetly.
She tried to look back over
her shoulder. "Oh, it is? Okay, yeah, close it for me."
So I did. After that, we
went up to pay for our candy. Jenn had decided not to buy the toy and had gone
and put it back.
The clerk looked
suspiciously at my sister. "Will that be all, young lady?"
Jennifer had not been
listening. She was busy counting her money. She looked up, "What?"
The clerk repeated himself,
"I asked, will that be all, Miss?"
"Oh, yeah, that's it,
thanks," Jennifer answered.
Jenn waited while I paid
for my candy. We started to walk to the door. All of a sudden, a big, burly man
came over and said, "Just a minute, girls."
Jennifer turned around and
said, "Is there something wrong?"
The big man said,
"Yes, there is, you seemed to have forgotten to pay for something."
I stepped in and said,
"What? What are you talking about?"
Jenn asked also, "What
do you mean?"
The man asked Jennifer to
hand him her bookbag. She did it reluctantly. She couldn't understand why he
wanted it. I watched my sister as she watched the big man. Her eyes grew wide
as she saw him pull that stupid little toy from out of her bookbag.
"I don't
understand," my sister said, "I don't know how that got there."
"I do." We
looked. It was the clerk. "I saw you in the mirror. You slipped it under
your shirt and then must have put it in your bookbag."
"No, I didn't. Really!" Jennifer said. Then she got this horrified
look on her face, "You did it, Robin. You pretended to just close my
bookbag but you were really stealing that toy, and putting it in my
bookbag."
I said, "Yea right! I
don't think so, Jennifer. Try another line." I laughed to myself. Boy, it
was easy playing dumb.
The big man took us back
into his little office. He told us to sit and wait while he made some phone
calls. Before we knew it, our father was standing next to us in the store.
Jennifer and I were still arguing when her face went pale.
I said, "What? What's
wrong?"
She pointed over my
shoulder. I turned around, and there was Daddy. He had on his work clothes and
he did not look happy. I tried not to smile.
"Daddy, I didn't do
it, Daddy. They're saying I stole a toy, and I didn't," my sister whined.
"We'll talk about this
later, Jennifer." He turned to the big man. "I assume you're the
manager, the one I spoke to on the phone?" After the big man nodded, Daddy
continued, "Hopefully, we can work this out. You're not going to press
charges, are you?"
The big man said, "No,
not this time. But I'll be watching for these two. If I see them hanging
around, they better be paying customers."
Daddy said, "Thank
you. Can I at least pay you for the toy?"
"No, that won't be
necessary," the big man said.
Daddy grabbed us and pushed
us out in front of him as he started to walk to the front of the store. As he
was reaching for the door, the big man said, "You know if those were my
kids . . . "
Daddy didn't let him finish.
"Well, they're not your kids, but I can assure you I will get to the
bottom of the story, and they will be properly punished." He turned to us
and said, "Let's go!"
Both Jennifer and I
involuntarily gulped. First Daddy had said, "get
to the bottom." Then he had said, "they will
be punished." What was this "they" stuff? I didn't do anything.
At least, no one knew for sure I did anything.
When we got to the truck,
Jenn tried again, "I didn't do anything, Daddy, it
was Robin. She put that toy in my bag."
"Jennifer, I told you
we would talk about this when we got home. Now shush. It's
bad enough I had to leave work to come and get you two. I don't want to hear
another word until I ask for one, understand?"
My sister just nodded.
When we got home, Mommy was
surprised to see Daddy.
"Honey, why aren't you
at work?" Then she saw us. "What happened?" she asked.
Daddy said, "I got a
phone call at work that one of these two was caught shoplifting. I had to go pick them up."
"Shoplifting? Who? It couldn't be Jennifer. She's already
been punished several times for stealing. And Robin wouldn't do it,
either," Mommy stated.
We all went into the living
room. This seemed to be the family meeting place.
"Well," Daddy
said, "it was in Jennifer's bookbag that they found the stolen toy. And
the clerk swears he saw her put it in her shirt before putting in the
bookbag."
"I didn't do it,
honest. Daddy, I didn't," Jennifer cried. "I swear I didn't do it."
"Don't swear,
Jennifer," Mommy admonished.
"Mommy, Daddy, I
didn't steal that toy. I learned my lesson with Beth Thompson's wallet. Really!"
Mommy asked, "Well,
Jennifer, how else do you think that toy got into your bookbag if you didn't
put it there?"
That's when Jennifer whipped
around and pointed to me. I was just sitting there trying to mind my own
business, but still keep abreast of what was going on.
"Robin did it. She
said my bookbag was open, and asked me if I wanted her to close it. But I bet
she really put the toy in, to make it look like I stole it," Jennifer
said.
Daddy and Mommy looked at
me. Their eyebrows went up. I don't think they believed my sister.
"That's ridiculous.
Why would I do that? It just doesn't make any sense. I was as shocked as she
was when they stopped us from leaving the store," I remarked.
I hoped I sounded
convincing. But it didn't really matter. Jennifer had no proof that I did it.
My plan to get back at her was working beautifully.
Daddy said, "Jennifer,
your sister's right. It doesn't make sense. Why would Robin steal something and
frame you? I'm afraid you're only making things worse for yourself, young
lady."
Jennifer said, "But
that's the point, Daddy, don't you see? She's trying to get back . . . "
Mommy cut her off,
"Enough, Jennifer Lynn. Go up to your room. One of us will be right
up."
Jennifer just glared at me
as she slowly walked out of the room. Mommy turned to me and said, "You're
excused, too, Robin."
I didn't want to leave just
yet. I wanted to hear what Mommy and Daddy were going to talk about. I let them
think I was going upstairs by leaving the room and making noises on the stairs,
but I really went into the kitchen, and got down on my hands and knees. I
crawled from the kitchen into the dining room. Our house goes entirely around.
The dining room borders on the kitchen and on the living room, where my parents
were. I crouched down behind the pass-through. Basically, I was right behind
Daddy's chair. And I could hear every word.
"...so if you want to
get back to work," Mommy said.
"No," Daddy said,
"I want to finish what I started, right now. I want Jennifer to know she
can't get away with this stuff."
Mommy said, "What did
you think about Jennifer trying to blame Robin?"
"I don't know. That
was kind of strange. Jennifer was quote unquote swearing she didn't steal that
toy, but blaming Robin, that was a bit farfetched, even for Jennifer."
"Yes, I think you're
right, Charlie. I'm really sorry, though, that you had to be bothered by this
at work. I must have been in the shower when they called. I was just so glad
Steven had finally fallen asleep that I decided to reward myself with a long,
hot shower," Mommy declared.
Daddy said, "Well, I
guess I shouldn't put this off any longer."
That was my cue to leave. I
laughed to myself as I crawled back to the kitchen. Ha ha,
now Jennifer was going to get hers. I ran up the stairs as quietly as I could.
I walked in, sat on my bed,
and picked up my book. Jennifer was laying on her bed
crying. She looked up when I walked into the room. She didn't have time to say
anything to me, though, because Daddy came in, too.
He walked over to her bed
and sat down. "Let's go, Jennifer."
"But, Daddy, what
about Robin? I don't want her watching," Jenn whined.
Daddy looked over toward
me. I had turned the other way pretending to be engrossed in my book.
"Robin's reading,
Jennifer. Besides, you tried to get her into trouble. I don't like that. Now
stop wasting time. I have to get back to work."
Jennifer got up and went
and stood in front of Daddy. He pulled her pants and panties down and she
stepped out of them. I laughed to myself; she wouldn't be
needing those for a while.
Daddy pulled Jenn over his
lap and started to spank her naughty bottom. I sneaked looks whenever I could.
Every time I thought Daddy was looking toward me, I turned away. Boy, was Jennifer howling. Daddy was giving her a thorough
spanking. I guess because this wasn't her first time caught stealing. He wanted
to make a lasting impression with this spanking, like his hand on her bottom. I
laughed to myself, again. Ha ha, I had made a little
joke, get it? impression? on
her bottom?
Finally, I guess, Daddy had
thought it was enough. I quickly looked at Jennifer and then back to my book.
Then I looked back again. Her bottom was cherry red. And she was crying
hysterically. Daddy was rubbing her bottom and making shushing noises. Finally,
I saw him stand her up and then help her lay on her bed. He went and got one of
her pantsies and laid it under her on the bed. He
kissed her on the cheek and told her he loved her. Quickly, I turned away
again.
Daddy came over to me and
kissed me on the forehead. "You be good, Robin, and don't tease your
sister. I'll be home late tonight. I love you."
"I love you, too,
Daddy," I said.
(To be continued)