Going Along...a “Stephie” Story (M/f)

(c) 2001 by Sampast and Don A. Landhill

 

(Regular Disclaimers Apply)

 

Stephanie was sitting on the lawn outside the school with her new friend, Marcy.  Marcy was one of the more popular girls in school.  And she was a year older...in the fifth grade.  Stephie felt cool being friends with a fifth grader.  Marcy was also known for being a troublemaker, but Stephie hadn’t seen that side of her.  Stephie was pretty popular enough, but being Marcy’s friend would ensure her that she’d be REALLY popular, especially next year when her class was graduating.

 

The bell would ring soon; Stephie made sure all her homework was done and her books were packed away in her bookbag.  Marcy watched her.

 

“Hey, Steph? School is getting so boring these days.  Why don’t we cut today?  We can have lots of fun.”

 

“Cut?  You mean, like not go?” Stephie asked, surprised.  She had never cut school before.  Up until the previous month, she had never done anything wrong at school, or at least nothing much.

 

“Exactly.  Tomorrow we just say that we weren’t feeling well, or something.  We can take the bus over to the mall...there’s lots to do there.  Or maybe we can just hang around downtown.”
 

Stephanie looked over at Marcy.  She wasn’t sure about this.  She had never done anything this bad before.  “I dunno, Marcy, I don't think my daddy would like that.”

Marcy just laughed.  “Well, don't tell him, silly.  You just write yourself a note tomorrow and put his name on it saying you had a 24-hour flu.  He won't ever know.”

Stephie stared at Marcy.  “I can do that?”

“Sure.  You know how it is when you really are sick; the teacher just wants a note.  They barely look at it.  How would they know it was from you?”

Stephie nodded.  “Yeah, true.  But um, where will we go?  The mall is awfully far.”

Marcy seemed to think about it.  “Uh, well, how about the village square? There are several neat shops, and that little park, and it’s a lot better than school, right?  There's that little grocery store, too.”

“Okay, and we can walk there, too.”  Stephie thought about what she was about to do.  She couldn’t believe she was going to do something this bad, but then she looked over at Marcy.  Marcy was waiting for her to answer.  She didn’t want Marcy to think she was a baby.  Stephie smiled.  “All right, let's do it!”

 

Marcy smiled and put her arm around Stephie’s shoulders and steered her in the direction away from the school building.  When they were about a block away, they heard the bell ringing, and saw several students running for school.  They just laughed and kept walking away from school.  Quickly.

After a few minutes, they slowed down.  Marcy said, “There, we're out of sight of the rest of the kids, and nobody noticed us.”

Stephie giggled a little nervously.  “Um, I brought 18 dollars with me...that's all I had.”

Marcy smiled and said, “I have 20, but there’s a way we can get stuff and not spend our money.  I tried it once and it worked.”

Stephie couldn’t think of a way to get stuff without spending money.  She just looked at Marcy and said, “HOW?”   

 

Stephanie should have known it was going to be something really wrong, but she was just so excited to be out of school and downtown with Marcy.  At this point, she felt that if Marcy suggested they rob a bank, she would go along with it.  She listened intently to Marcy’s idea.

 

“Well, we go over to the grocery store, and we look where people throw away their tape from the register, you know how most of them do?  We find a big one and go in with it and say that when our mom was shopping some stuff got left out of the order and she sent us to get the stuff back.”

Stephie laughed.  “Wow, that is so cool!” she said.  “I've never done anything like that before.  You’ve done it before and you didn't get caught?”

Marcy shook her head.  “Nope.  I picked a long list and a busy line.  They just wanted to get rid of me.”

“Cool.  Let's do it; I'm hungry!” Stephie said, excitedly, getting caught up in the moment.  Later she would wonder to herself just exactly what she was thinking.

 
Marcy smiled and said, “Okay, we better go separately a few minutes apart so they won't be suspicious.  I'll go first.  But first we gotta find a nice big tape.”

“Okay,” Stephie said, starting to look on the ground.  She found one and picked it up.  She started reading through the list of items.  “Oooh, cool, devil dogs!  I love them.”

 

Marcy pulled a receipt out of a garbage can.  “And here's one with a lotta stuff and a pack of dove bars.  Neat.”

“Okay, you go first, Marcy, I wanna watch you,” Stephie said.  “I won't stand too close though, just in case.”

 

Stephanie stood to the side and listened while Marcy explained to the cashier what happened.  The cashier looked at her long line and told Marcy to just go get the few items that were missing.  When Marcy got them, the cashier wrote something on the receipt, and handed everything back to Marcy, with a shopping bag and all.  Marcy smiled at Stephie as she walked nonchalantly out of the store.

 

Stephie followed.  “Wow, you made that look so easy,” she said.

 

“It worked like a dream!” Marcy expressed, holding up the box of dove bars.  “Now I did the second line; you better stay away from that one.  Line number 4 is pretty busy and the clerk looks dull; go to that one, Steph.”

 

Stephanie bit her lip.  She couldn’t believe what she was about to do.  She knew deep down it was wrong, but she kind of got caught up in the excitement and slowly walked back into the store.  Marcy was right; line #4 was long and the clerk looked really dumb.

 

Well, the cashier was not only dumb, but new, and had no idea what to do when Stephie explained the situation.  She called her front-end manager, but because it was so busy, he didn’t come right away.  Who ended up coming over, but the cashier from line #2!  When she heard the similar story, she got very suspicious and called a manager right away.

 

Next thing Stephie knew, she was being hauled to a back office.  A big man boomed down at her: “Young lady, that order was handled at a different line than you went to, and it was bought by a man, a regular here.  He doesn't have any daughters.  Now what is your name and what are you trying to pull?”

 

Stephie looked up at the man.  His nametag said “Rocky-manager”.  She had never known a real person named Rocky before.  The only time she had heard the name was in those old movies.  She was scared.  Stephie didn’t know how he could possibly know who had bought the food in the first place.  She didn’t know what to do so she just started to cry.

 

The man sighed.  Just then, Marcy was led into the office, dove bars still in hand.  Stephie looked over at Marcy.

 

She said, “Don’t say a word; they've got no proof we did anything wrong.”

 

Rocky said, “I want to know each of your names, unless you want me to call the police right now.”

That made Stephanie jump.  “The p-p-police?” she cried.  “Please don't; we didn't do anything wrong.”

The manager just laughed, one of those wicked types of laughs.  “Excuse me? You tried to steal these things by lying about a mistake.  That is very wrong. Now what’s you name and your phone number?”

Stephie looked at her friend, but Marcy just shook her head.  She looks so calm, Stephie thought.  But Stephie wasn’t.  She was a nervous wreck.  She was crying and started to stutter as she told the manager her name and phone number.  Marcy just sighed.

 

“Oh, Stephie, you have a lot to learn,” Marcy said, looking up at Rocky.  “Well she opened up, so you'll find me pretty soon anyhow.”  Marcy gave the manager her name and number too.  She didn’t look as upset as Stephie felt.  Stephie wondered what Marcy’s parents would do when they got the phone call.

 

Stephie tried not to think of what her daddy was going to say.  This was much worse than talking while the teacher was talking.  And for that, her daddy had spanked her; something he hadn’t done in a long time.  Stephie wondered if her daddy would spank her for this.  She hoped not.

 

Rocky looked at the two girls.  “You two wait right here while I call your parents.”

 

A few minutes later, he came back to the office.  He looked at Marcy.  “Your mother is coming.”  Then he looked at Stephie.  “And your father is coming.  Neither of them sounded too happy, girls.”

 

The next fifteen minutes went by very slowly.  Stephie was a wreck thinking about how much trouble she was in.  It was at this point when she started wondering what she had been thinking.  Maybe she could stall or fake innocence.  Maybe her daddy wouldn’t even be too mad.  Ben Harris was a pretty hip guy; maybe he would think this was just some silly thing all kids do and not even be upset.  Yeah, Stephie thought, keep thinking that way.

 

Stephie watched as Marcy’s mom came in and grabbed Marcy.  She landed one really hard smack to Marcy’s bottom and said, “There’s more where that came from, young lady.  I can’t believe you pulled this stunt again!  You’re really going to get it this time.  I’m telling your father, and he’ll get out his belt!”

 

Marcy winced at the word, “belt”.  So did Stephanie.  She started to think that maybe her daddy would be upset.  She hoped he didn’t use a belt on her, though.  Stephie and Marcy were quiet while Marcy’s mom spoke with Rocky.  A few minutes later, they left.  Stephie waited for her daddy to come.  She wouldn’t even look at Rocky; he scared her.

 

Just then Stephie saw her daddy.  A clerk led Ben into the office.  “Stephanie, what is going on here?  Why aren't you in school, and what did you do here?”

Stephie looked up and could see the disappointment and the possible anger in her daddy’s face.  “I'm s-s-sorry, Daddy,” she managed.

 
”That's good, but what are you sorry about?  Tell me the story, young lady.”

 

Rocky stood and waited for Stephie to explain.  She quickly but quietly told her daddy everything.  Everything about skipping school, the note she was going to write, and about walking downtown and Marcy’s idea not to spend their money.  Ben frowned as he listened intently and then sighed.

 

“We’ll talk more about this at home, young lady.”  He turned to Rocky and promised that Stephie would be dealt with at home.  Rocky seemed upset that Ben didn’t smack Stephanie here in the office too. 

 

Ben said, “I assure you this will not happen again.”

 

“Okay, sir, I won’t press charges this time, but she is not allowed inside this store again, without being accompanied by an adult,” Rocky said.  Then he turned to Stephanie and said, “I hope you learned a good lesson today, young lady.”

 
Ben led Stephie out of the store and into the car.  They drove home in silence.  As soon as they were settled on the living room couch, Ben turned to Stephanie and said, “I am very unhappy with what you did, Stephanie.”

 

“Yes, Daddy, but it was Marcy's idea,” she tried, hoping that would make it all okay.

 

“And if Marcy had the idea to walk in front of a car, would you do that too?”

 

“No, sir.”

 

“You acted very naughty today, and no one made you do what you did, no matter whose idea it was.  Do you understand that?”

Stephie nodded, “Uh, y-yes, sir.  Are you very mad, Daddy?  Are you going to ground me?”

 

“Yes, you will be grounded, but this was some very naughty behavior indeed. Much worse than I can ever remember from you, Stephanie.  You cut school, and planned to lie about it.  You lied to the clerk at the store, and tried to steal from the store, and you were stealing things you knew I wouldn't have approved of, either.  I think a good hard spanking is in order, as well as several days of grounding, young lady.”

Stephie gulped hearing her daddy’s words.  She was right; he was planning to spank her.  She had to at least try to get out of it.  “But I didn't steal, Daddy, and I didn't mean to lie about not going to school, I just, uh,” Stephie stopped.  Even she couldn’t think of a good excuse and quit while she was ahead.  “Daddy, I don't want a spanking, please!” she begged.

 

But Ben looked down at his daughter.  “You should have thought of that before you took Marcy's suggestions.  You tried to steal.  The only reason you didn't is because they caught you.  And didn't you tell me that you and Marcy were going to write sick notes for yourselves? That would be lying.”

 
Stephanie gulped again.  She was starting to think maybe she shouldn’t have told Daddy everything.  “Uh, yes, sir,” she said quietly.

 

“Then you understand what you did that was wrong, and how very naughty it was.  This is something I don't want you to ever so much as consider doing again, Stephanie Anne Marie, so I am going to use the hairbrush to spank you.  Maybe that will convince you to behave like you usually do,” Ben stated firmly.

 
”H-h-hairbrush? OH, no, Daddy, please!  That will hurt very much, please don't.  I'm sorry, I won't ever do this again, pleeeeease!” Stephie cried.

“Stephanie Anne, no more whining or pleading.  You are getting this spanking, and any more arguments will just make it that much harder.  Now go up to your room and get your nose in the corner and wait for me while I get the brush.”

 
”Yes, sir,” Stephie said, sniffling, as she headed for the stairs.  She looked back once but her daddy pointed to the stairs.  Stephie climbed them slowly and walked to the corner of her room.

It was probably only a few minutes, but they seemed endless to Stephanie until Ben walked into her room.  He told her to turn around and come to him.  He had pulled out her desk chair and was sitting on it in the center of her room.  In his hand, he was holding a large wooden hairbrush.  Stephie had never seen it before.  The thought of that big thing hitting her backside was more than she could bear.

 

Stephie winced and cursed her aunt for telling her daddy to be more strict with her.  “Daddy, you didn't used to spank me, how come you're doing it so much now?” she whined.

 

“You have been misbehaving more often, so I have to spank you more.  And you are getting bigger, and it is more important that you stay on the straight and narrow and act properly.  Besides I was too loose about things before. Now stop whining and come here.  If I have to get up and get you it will be worse, Stephanie Anne Marie.”

 

Stephie hated hearing her daddy say her whole name.  It was such a long name, too.  She thought about what he said as she walked slowly over to him.  Again, she looked at that dreadful hairbrush and wished she could start the day over again.  She would do things much differently the second time around.

 
Ben raised Stephie’s dress and lowered her panties, leaving her bare-bottomed.  He bent her over his lap, took a firm grip of her and started to spank with the hairbrush.

 

{Whack!} {Whack!} {Whack!} {Whack!} {Whack!} {Whack!} {Whack!} {Whack!} {Whack!} {Whack!} {Whack!} {Whack!} {Whack!}

Stephie had never felt so much pain all at once.  She jumped each time the hairbrush met her bottom.  “Oowwwwwwwwwwwww, NO, Dadddy, stop! I’m sorrrry!” she cried.

 
{Whack!} {Whack!} “You are going to {Whack!} learn your lesson,  {Whack!} young lady, {Whack!} until you will never ever {Whack!} think {Whack!} {Whack!} about acting like this again.  {Whack!} Stealing,  {Whack!} lying, {Whack!} cutting school.  {Whack!} I am very {Whack!} disappointed in your {Whack!} behavior, {Whack!} young lady.”  {Whack!}

 

Stephie was in so much pain.  She wiggled around, trying to avoid the spanks, but her Daddy had very good aim.  He kept smacking her cheeks over and over again, always in the same places.  “Oowwwwwwwww, yes, Daddy, I am, too, I'm really sorry, I'll be good, I promise, I won't disappoint you again, sir,” she sobbed, hoping the spanking was almost over.

Ben aimed lower, on her sit spot.  He wanted to make sure this lesson sunk in.  {Whack!} {Whack!} “I hope so.  {Whack!} I don’t ever {Whack!} want to have {Whack!} to punish you {Whack!} for this kind  {Whack!} of thing {Whack!} AGAIN.  {Whack!} {Whack!} {Whack!} {Whack!} {Whack!} {Whack!} {Whack!} {Whack!} {Whack!} {Whack!} -- All right Stephanie, your spanking is over,” he finally said.

Ben helped Stephie stand up.  He let her dress fall.  Before he raised her panties, she rubbed and danced around the room.  “Ow, Daddy that hurt so much.  I won't do it again, I promise, I'm so sorry!” she cried, continually rubbing at her bottom.  It felt like it was on fire.

 

Ben hugged his daughter to him.  She put her head on his chest and sobbed. 

 

"I forgive you, Stephie, but I mean it that that must not happen again.  I love you too much to let you develop such bad habits.  Is that understood?”

 

Stephie nodded.  “Yes, Daddy.  I really am sorry, Daddy.  I don’t like to disappoint you.”

 

“Well, young lady, behavior like what you displayed today will always get you into trouble and it will always disappoint me.  What on earth were you thinking?”

 

“I don’t know, Daddy,” Stephie said.

 

Ben looked down at his daughter.  “You must have a reason for acting the way you did.  Now tell me,” he said gently.

 

By this time, Stephie had pulled up her panties, and was lying on her bed on her tummy.  Her daddy was sitting next to her.  He leaned over and rubbed her bottom as they talked.

 

Stephie bit her lip as she tried to put into words what it had felt like to do what she and Marcy had done.  “Well, Daddy, I, uh, well, I’ve always been such a goody-goody.  And Marcy, well, she’s cool, and she wanted to be MY friend.  I didn’t want her to think I was a baby.”

 

Ben chose his words carefully.  “Well, do you feel like less of a baby now, Stephanie Anne Marie?”

 

“No, Daddy, I feel kind of silly, I guess.”

 

“And why is that?”

 

“Cuz what we did was wrong, and I got punished like a little girl.”

 

Ben nodded.  “Yes, that’s right.  I hope you will think like a big girl next time you’re given a choice like this.  Now your spanking is over, but I think you will be grounded the rest of this week and through the weekend.  Next week you can show me again how grown-up you are,” Ben finished.

 

When Stephie started to protest, Ben held his hand up.  “Don’t.”

 

“Yes, Daddy,” Stephie said.  Boy, he sure had gotten strict. 

 

Ben took out his handkerchief and wiped at the rest of his daughter’s tears.  “Now go wash up and then I will take you back to school.”

 

Stephie wanted to scream out NO, but she knew her daddy would not like that.  She couldn’t imagine sitting at school now, but realized it was part of her punishment.  She would get through it somehow.

 

After Stephie got ready, Ben drove her back to school.  He got out and walked her to the front door, prepared to explain to the principal why she was so late.  Before they opened the door, Ben leaned down and hugged Stephie tight to him.  “I love you, baby.  Be good.”

 

Stephie smiled.  “I will, Daddy.”

 

The end.