Robin Wants Attention-Part 8-Conclusion
By SamPast
Copyright © 1999

Daddy waited for me to answer him. I thought back to the night before and the things I had told Officer Dan. Somehow it had seemed easy talking to him. Maybe it was because he wasn't my family. I knew I had to tell Mommy and Daddy the things I had been feeling, but I was finding it really hard. Finally I spoke.

"Um, what do you want to know first?" I asked.

Daddy said, "Robin, why don't you tell us first why you purposely wet the bed the other day? I don't think the reason you gave me the other night was the real reason."

I shook my head back and forth. "No, sir, it wasn't." I started to cry again. "This is really hard for me."

"I know, honey, but you need to tell us. We can't help you if you're not honest with us." This came from my mother. I had forgotten she was there.

I gulped. Then I said, "It's true that I wanted to stay home from school. But the reason was because I wanted to spend the day with you, Daddy." I looked at my father when I said that.

Then I looked at Mommy, "I didn't know you were going to be home, too, Mommy. I thought you'd be at work. By the time I found out, I had already done what I did."

My parents looked at each other and then back at me. "Go on," they said.

"Well, I wanted to spend time alone with Daddy because I never get to anymore. It seems like ever since Steven was born, you don't have any time for me. I missed it."

I looked at my father to see what his reaction would be. It had been so hard for me to say what I did.

Before my parents could say anything, I continued, "Sometimes I feel lost. Sometimes I feel like I don't get enough attention. The baby is crying, or Jennifer wet the bed." I looked at my sister.

"I'm sorry, Jenn. I guess I'm just jealous sometimes of the attention you get, even if it's because you had an accident." I looked around at my family. "I guess that sounds stupid."

Mommy said, "No, it doesn't. It's not stupid at all. Come here, sweetheart."

Mommy pulled me into her arms and she held me. She was crying. Oh, I'm so bad. Now I made my mother cry.

"I'm sorry, Mommy. Don't cry. I shouldn't have said anything. Forget it," I stated.

Mommy said, "No, Robin, I'm not crying because I didn't like what you said. I'm crying because what you said is true. I do pay more attention to the baby and to Jennifer sometimes."

Daddy said, "We both do. We're sorry, Robin. I guess we both felt like you didn't need extra coddling because you're very self-sufficient."

I knew that was supposed to be a compliment, but I still felt really bad.

"I guess the reason I did everything is that I just wanted attention," I cried.

Then Mommy said, "Robin, we are starting to understand you, but what I don't understand is why you put that toy in Jennifer's knapsack and got her in trouble."

"I was mad at her for telling on me Tuesday morning. I wanted to get her back, make her feel what it was like to get in trouble, and know it was because someone else got you in trouble. But I went too far. I didn't think first. I didn't think how much trouble I was getting her into. I'm sorry, Mommy. I'm sorry, Daddy. I'm sorry, Jenn. I just wasn't thinking too much, I guess."

Just then, the baby started to cry. Daddy and Mommy looked at each other and then at me, almost as if they wanted my permission to go check on him. Finally, Mommy got up. Daddy asked Jennifer to go, too. I was crying so much, my head hurt.

Daddy told me to follow him. He brought me to the bathroom. He told me to use the bathroom while he waited outside. Then he came in and wet a washcloth with cold water and wiped my face. The cool cloth felt so good. Then Daddy and I went into the kitchen.

Daddy said, "Robin, you didn't eat any breakfast, how 'bout I make you an egg?" I nodded.

So Daddy made me an egg and some toast. He poured me some apple juice and I sat at the kitchen counter and ate. I must have been more hungry than I thought, because I ate everything up in two seconds.

Then Mommy came into the kitchen holding Steven. Jennifer was right behind her. Daddy told Mommy that I had finally had some breakfast.

Then Daddy said, "Okay, let's go back into the living room. We are almost finished talking, I think."

I followed Daddy back to the couch. Mommy spread out a blanket on the floor, and set baby Steven on the blanket with some toys. Jennifer sat with Steven, while Mommy came and sat with Daddy and me.

Daddy said, "Okay, Robin, now let me see if I understand everything. Let me know if I leave anything out. On Monday, you decided you wanted to stay home from school because you wanted to spend more time with me, so you decided to pretend you were sick. Then you figured you would get more attention if you wet the bed, so you did that on purpose. Then you tried to do the same thing on Tuesday because you had such a great time Monday. Am I right so far?"

I just nodded. It sounded so bad when Daddy said it, even though it was right.

"To continue," Daddy said, "then your sister told on you and you were punished, and you were mad at her. So you acted up at school, and you liked it, because you got attention from the whole class, the teacher, and the assistant principal, even though it wasn't good attention. And then you got punished again. But that wasn't enough for you. You still had to get back at Jennifer for telling on you, so you got her into trouble. And you didn't just get her in trouble. You got her accused of stealing from a store manager, and a very big spanking. You just sat there while I spanked Jennifer, and she hadn't done anything. You were even proud of what you did, going so far as to brag to your cousin. Have I left anything out?"

I could tell Daddy's voice had turned from gentle to angry. I knew that he was being facetious, and that I wasn't supposed to answer him. I didn't cry though, because I think I was all cried out.

"And if all that wasn't enough, when you realized you had been found out, instead of facing us, you ran away. You worried me, your mother, your aunt and uncle, and even your sister, who was so angry at you. You worried us half to death! I want you to promise me that you will never, ever do that again, ever! Promise me you will never run away again!" Daddy shouted.

I looked at Mommy. I was scared now.

Mommy said, "Honey," and she put her hand on Daddy's arm. Then she turned to me and said, "Robin, we're not going to punish you for running away, but you must promise us you will never run away again. I don't even want to think of all the things that could have happened to you. I just thank the heavens that you are home safe with us. You must never do that again. We want you to be able to come to us with your problems. Just think, if you had come to us in the first place, none of this would have happened. This whole week could have been erased."

I was crying again. "I'm sorry, Mommy, I'm sorry, Daddy. I know I should have just told you. I don't know what to say, I don't know why I acted the way I did. I was bad, please don't hate me!" By now, I was completely hysterical again.

Daddy was still mad, but he had softened a bit. "Robin, we don't hate you. We could never hate you. We love you, very much. Now stop crying right now; we're almost finished talking. You are going to be crying again in a little while, so save it."

I guess I knew I would be spanked all along. But since it had been so long, maybe I was thinking they had changed their minds. But after what Daddy just said, I knew that was just wishful thinking. When we were finished talking, I was going to get it.

Daddy turned me to face him. "Robin, promise us you will never run away again."

"And you'll come to us if you have a problem," Mommy added, then turned to my sister and said, "You, too, Jennifer." She just nodded.

I cried, "I promise. I won't ever do anything like any of this ever again. And if I have a problem, I'll come and tell you. I won't run away again, I promise."

Mommy said, "You know, Robin, you are a very lucky little girl. You have a lot of people who love you. If you ever felt you couldn't come to me or Daddy with a problem, you could talk to Aunt Joan or Uncle Jack or Aunt Samantha or Uncle Darren. We all love you and want the best for you. Okay, sweetheart?"

"Okay, Mommy," I said. I just said that to agree with her. I wasn't feeling so lucky right then. I knew my family loved me, but I also knew that in a few minutes, Daddy was going to give me a spanking. I knew I had deserved it, but I started feeling sorry for myself, anyway.

Finally, Daddy said, "Okay, I think you and I have a date upstairs now, let's go!" He took my hand and we walked upstairs.

When we got to my room, Daddy sat on the edge of my bed. He called me over to him. He turned me to face him and said, "We talked about a lot of things just now. I want you to know what you are being punished for. Now, you were already punished for lying to us about being sick and purposely wetting the bed. You were also punished for acting out in school. And I told you we wouldn't punish you for running away. What you are being punished for is what you did to your sister. You plotted to get her into trouble. You purposely walked in front of the store mirror so the clerk would see "Jennifer" steal, then you put that toy in Jennifer's bag, and stood back and watched her being accused of stealing. Then you sat and watched your sister get one of the biggest spankings of her life, for something that she didn't even do. You did it. Now you are going to get that spanking, and one for doing it in the first place. Do you understand me?"

I was trying not to cry, not yet. "Yes, sir," I said.

"Okay, let's do it then."

Daddy pulled down my pants and my panties. I stepped out of them. I knew I wouldn't be needing those for a while. Then Daddy lifted me up and pulled me across his lap. He made sure my butt was high in the air. Figures! Then he started to smack my bottom. Ouch! That smarts!

Daddy smacked my bottom over and over again. He hit my left butt cheek, then my right, left, right, left, right, on and on. By the time he got to 10, I was sobbing. But he kept going. He gave me at least 30 before I felt his hand resting on my bottom. I was crying hard by then.

"That was what Jennifer got the other day. Now comes your spanking for framing your sister," Daddy told me.

I couldn't believe it. That alone was probably the worst spanking I had ever gotten, and now there was going to be more? I don't think so. I tried to get up.

"I'm sorry, Daddy, please, no more, I'll never do it again!" I whined.

"Robin, I told you what you were getting. Now knock it off! Stay still!" Daddy warned.

I was about to protest again when I felt the next smack. Oooh, it really hurt! I had never gotten a double spanking before, and you can bet I would never do anything again to earn one. I had learned my lesson this time.

After another 300 spanks, or so it felt, Daddy stopped. I was beyond hysterical. I was crying so hard that no sound came out. Daddy stood me up. Then he pulled me onto his lap and rubbed my back and my bottom while I sobbed into his chest.

"I-I-I'm s-s-sorry, D-Da-Da-Daddy!" I stuttered. I was crying so hard. I couldn't talk properly.

"Okay, sh! I know you're sorry. Okay, there, there, it's all over now. I love you, honey," Daddy expressed.

We stayed like that for a long time. Me crying, Daddy comforting, and my bottom stinging. Finally, Daddy put me down on my bed and told me to rest. He kissed me on my cheek and whispered, "I love you, Robin!"

I think I answered him, but maybe it was in my head. I was so tired. I just fell fast asleep. Being bad was exhausting so I decided I was going to be good from now on.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~The End~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

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