Lil Bears...a Lizzie story

Lil Bears....a “Lizzie” story (M/f, F/f, belt)

chapter 12

It was the first week of school. I was in second grade now. My teacher’s name was Mrs. Grant, and so far she was pretty nice. It was still the first week of school, before all us kids showed our true colors. I had been behaving pretty well myself.

It was getting late and my sister told me I had to have a bath. I even convinced her to let me have a bubble bath, so it would be more fun. I ran to my room and put my clothes in the hamper and headed into the bathroom. I smiled because Lin had put lots of bubbles in and set my boats in the water.

I climbed in and settled in the water. It was nice and warm. I played with the bubbles. I even put some on Lin’s arm and sailed my boats up and down. She smiled at me.

I took some little plastic teddy bears and put them in the boats. Each boat got one bear. “Look they’re the sailors!” I said to my sister. She smiled watching me.

“That’s cute!” she said.

“Yeah, I got them at school. We use them to count with!” I explained. I looked at the bears. I had brought home one of each color: red, yellow, blue and green.

“It’s cute, I like it,” she said. “They fit in the boat just right, huh?”

“Yep, that’s why I taked them home.” I continued to play with my bears and boats. I sailed them all around the tub. My sister wasn’t rushing me to get out or wash or anything.

“Lizzie? Are you allowed to take them home?”

I tried to pretend I didn’t hear her question and continued playing.

“Lizzie?”

“Yeah?”

“Answer my question please.”

I looked up at my sister and decided to play dumb. “What question?”

Melinda sighed. “I asked if you were allowed to take the bears home.”

“What bears?”

“Elizabeth!”

I nearly jumped out of the water. I turned and looked at my sister. “WHAT?”

“You know very well what bears.”

I looked down at the cute lil bears in the boats. “Not really, I kinda just borrowed them.”

“I see.”

I hated ‘I see’. It was always a bad sign. I started to whine, “I was gonna bring them backkkk!”

“That’s not the point,” she told me. “The point is you weren’t supposed to bring them home, were you?”

I didn’t want to answer the question and thought now would be the perfect time to wet my hair for washing. I quickly went under water and tried to stay under as long as possible.

My sister reached down and pulled me back up. “Lizzie, I am talking to you.”

“Yes, ma’am?”

She put her hands out. “Give me all of the little bears.”

I looked at her. “How come?”

“Because you were not supposed to bring them home. I’m going to put them in an envelope and you are going to write your teacher a note explaining that you took them home.”

I looked at my sister like she was crazy. It was only the first week of school, and so far I had behaved very well there. I did NOT want to ruin my reputation over something as silly as this.

I shook my head no. “No, I don’t wanna. I’ll just put them back. Mrs. Grant won’t even know.”

“I don’t care if you want to or not, little girl. You are going to do it. You can either write it sitting comfy or on a sore tush!”

Suddenly I got so mad. I raised my hand up high and brought it down really hard into the water, yelling, “Hmmmph!” It was kind of an accident but the water splashed up and all over my sister. I didn’t dare laugh. “Uh, ooops, sorrry?” I asked, rather than stated.

“I don’t think so. Bath time is over!”

Suddenly I heard my uncle’s voice from outside the door. “Do I need to come in there?” he asked.

Melinda stood up and pulled the drain on my bath. She held up the big towel and motioned for me to get out. “Mel?” my uncle’s voice asked again.

I stood still in the water and watched my sister. She said to the closed door, “I think that would be a good idea, Dom.”

I was starting to shiver so I got out of the tub. Melinda wrapped the big soft towel around me. I looked up as my uncle opened the bathroom door.

“Elizabeth? Tell your uncle what you did.”

I pulled the towel around me tighter. I watched as my sister reached into the tub and gathered up all the little bears. She held them out for my uncle to see.

He looked at them. “Cute little bears.”

I suddenly wanted to have my nice warm pajamas on. “I’ll, um, uh, go get dressed,” I said, starting to head for my bedroom.

“Come back here, Lizzie,” my uncle said. I froze and turned around. “Where did those bears come from?”

“The math center in my classroom, sir,” I said. “We use them to count.”

Lin nodded and added, “Yes, she decided to bring them home from school, but she isn’t supposed to.”

“I see,” Uncle Dom said.

Another ‘I see’. This night was not going to end well.

“I told her she was going to write a note to her teacher explaining what she did. She said she didn’t want to do that.”

“No?” Uncle asked.

I bit my lip and looked at my uncle and sister. “I can just put them back,” I explained. “She won’t even know.”

My uncle looked down at me. “You going to write that note?”

I shook my head. “I don’t wanna do that!” I cried.

I watched as Uncle Dominic sat down on the edge of the tub. I really just wanted to push him backwards into the tub, but I didn’t dare. I knew I was already in really big trouble.

Uncle Dominic pulled me over his knee and pulled the towel off me. I cried, “Noooooo!” He held me tight and raised his arm. I started to cry and he hadn’t even hit me yet.

{Spank! Smack!}

“Oww!” I cried.

{Spank! Smack!} “Your sister says you're going to write your teacher a note.” {Spank! Smack!} {Spank! Smack!}

“Owwwww! Yessssirrr!” I sobbed.

{Spank! Smack!} “Oh, so now you’re going to do it?” {Spank! Smack!} {Spank! Smack!} {Spank! Smack!}

I started to kick my feet. “Lemmmmme uppppp!” I cried.

“Sure, when I’m done,” my uncle replied flatly, continuing to redden my bottom. It hurt so much since it was still a little wet.

{Spank! Smack!} {Spank! Smack!} {Spank! Smack!}

“Owwwwww! Uncle, stopppppp!” I pleaded.

{Spank! Smack!} “You know better than to take things that don't belong to you, Elizabeth.” {Spank! Smack!} {Spank! Smack!} {Spank! Smack!}

I was sobbing. I started yelling, “I wasn’t gonna keeeeeep themmmmm!”

“It doesn’t matter,” Uncle Dom said and continued to spank me. He didn’t care that I wouldn’t sit again for days. {Spank! Smack!} {Spank! Smack!} “You should have asked your teacher for permission.” {Spank! Smack!}

“Okaaaaay!” I cried. I would have said anything to make him stop. But he didn’t. Not yet, anyway.

{Spank! Smack!} “You also know better than to talk back to your sister.” {Spank! Smack!} {Spank! Smack!}

I sniffled and sobbed. “Owwwww, I’m sorrrrrry!”

Finally he stopped. He pulled me up onto his lap and held me. I cried on his shoulder, while he cuddled me tight.

“I don’t wanna write her a note; she won’t like me no more,” I sobbed. I think I was becoming hysterical.

Uncle Dom carried me into my room and stood me on the floor. Melinda slipped my ‘football sucks’ nightshirt over my head; she knew I didn’t want panties after that spanking.

“Your teacher will still like you,” Lin said, having overheard my statement to my uncle.

“Sure, she will,” Uncle Dom said, agreeing with her.

“She won’t! I just know it! I not wanna do it!”

My uncle looked at me. “Hmmmm,” he said. “Maybe you need a little more convincing.”

“No,” I said, shaking my head adamantly. “No more spankin!”

Uncle Dom looked around my room. “Now where did I put that hairbrush?”

“Noooooo!” I cried, backing away from him.

“You have two choices, Lizzie.”

I looked and listened.

“Write the note now or write the note after another spanking with the hairbrush.”

I didn’t want that, but I really didn’t want to write the note. I wasn’t sure what to do. Oh, why couldn’t they just let me slip the lilbears back onto the math shelf without letting my teacher know what I had done? It wasn’t fair!

“Fine, I’ll write the stupid note!” I said a little too loudly.

I started for my desk but when I felt eyes on me, I looked up and saw both my sister and uncle staring at me. Before I could take back what I’d said or how I’d said it, Uncle Dominic had me back over his lap.

“Nooooooo!” I cried.

“The note is not stupid,” he told me, raising his hand again. He brought it down hard on my bottom. {Swatttt!} Since I had already had a spanking, this one slap hurt worse than anything.

“Owwwww! Lemmmmmeeee goooooo!” I cried.

“I don't {Swatttt!} like {Swatttt!} your {Swatttt!} tone of voice {Swatttt!} at all!” Uncle Dom stated, continuing to smack my bottom. {Swatttt!} “Or the yelling,” he added. {Swatttt!} {Swatttt!} {Swatttt!}

“Owwwwww! I’s sorrrrry!” I cried, sobbing.

“Okay,” he said, finally, pulling me back up on his lap. I kneeled on his legs and threw my arms around his neck and held on tight. I sobbed as he held me.

“That hurrrttt!”

“I’m sure it did,” Uncle Dom said.

He waited til I had finished crying and sniffling. Then he asked, “Are you ready to write that note now?”

I looked at his face. “Does I hasta? Can’t I just put them back without telling Mrs. Grant?”

Uncle Dom sighed. “What have we been talking about?”

I thought about it and then said, “That I gotta tell her?”

He nodded. This time I sighed. “Yessir,” I said sadly.

Uncle Dom leaned down and kissed my cheek. Even though I knew I was forgiven, I still felt funny. “But I still hasta write the note?”

“Yes, you do.”

I sobbed as I walked over to my desk. Melinda had laid out a piece of writing paper and a pencil. I looked over at her. “I’s sorry I splashed you; it was a axident.”

“I know, kiddo.”

I got up on my chair and kneeled. I took the pencil and thought for a minute; then started to write:

Dear Mrs. Grant,

I’s sorry I taked the lilbears, but they was so cute and minded me of my big sister. And I was just gonna borrow them and put them back. I wasn’t gonna keep them, cuz that’s stealing and that’s bad, and Uncle Dom says I know better.

I hope you don't hate me now.

from Lizzie

I read it to both my sister and uncle. “Sound okay?” I asked. They both smiled and nodded.

Lin said, “Okay, put the note in the envelope with the bears and seal it up and I’ll put it in your backpack.”

I did as she said. As I watched her put the note in my backpack, I had an evil thought, but of course, I kept it to myself.

“Okay, now into bed with you,” my sister said. I climbed into bed. Lin leaned over and hugged me tight. “I love you, kiddo.”

I looked up at Uncle Dominic. “Does you still love me?”

“Of course I do,” he said.

“I loves you both, too,” I said. Then I gave them both some butterfly kisses. My sister even gave me some back. They sure did tickle.

“You go to sleep now, sweetie,” Uncle Dom said kindly. Gone was the gruff, stern Daddy voice. I was forgiven now. I fell asleep thinking of what I had to do in the morning and deciding right away how I would do it.

~~~

The next day was Friday and Debbie was home for the weekend. We all talked through dinner catching up. She was enjoying her school year so far. We went out to the living room to watch television while Lin cleaned up in the kitchen.

“Know what, Debbie?” I asked.

“What, little cuz?”

“We had centers today at school.”

“What’s that?”

“It’s where you go to a different part of the classroom and do different games and stuff. We have six centers in my class: puzzles, math, language arts, science, art & writing, and reading.”

“That sounds cool. Which one did you do?”

“I did math today. I got to play with the lilbears, and I did pattern blocks too. It was fun.”

“Good for you, Lizzie,” Debbie said. “I used to like counting with those little bears, too. They’re fun.”

Lin came into the living room just then. “Did you give your teacher the note?”

I looked at my sister but didn’t answer her.

“I put it in your backpack.”

I nodded. “Yeah, I saw it in there,” I told her.

“Answer my question,” she said sternly.

“And do it quickly before I get up,” Uncle Dom stated.

I looked back and forth between the two of them. I wasn’t sure how to answer. I should have just said ‘yes’ real fast and then changed the subject, but somehow the thought of the consequence of lying right out to them made me just clam up.

“Ummm, I put the bears back,” I said.

“That isn't what I asked you,” Lin said.

I quickly decided to nod, biting my lip as I did so.

“Lizzie? Did you really give it to her?”

I bit my lip harder and shook my head no. I started to cry.

My sister let out a big sigh and looked at my uncle. “Want my belt?” he asked.

“What was the note about?” Debbie asked. I looked at her.

Melinda answered, “Those little bears that Lizzie is so fond of.” She then explained the whole story to Debbie. I stood there, tears running down my face, waiting to hear what was going to happen to me. The idea of Uncle’s belt was not looking good to me. I started to fiddle my thumbs and fidget from foot to foot.

“I think you need to go to your room and wait in the corner,” Lin told me.

“I put the bears back,” I tried again, my voice shaking.

Melinda pointed in the direction of my room. “Go to your room now,” she said. I could tell my sister was not happy. I don’t think I had ever seen her so unhappy before.

“So you don’t want the belt?” Dom asked her. “I’ll get one from our room so you don’t have to take yours off,” she said. He nodded and watched as she left the room.

I stood in the corner crying softly, when I heard my sister come in. “Come over here please, Lizzie.” I walked over to where she sat on my bed. I saw my uncle’s belt next to her on the bed and burst into hysterical sobs. “Noooo, sis, you not need that!” I cried out.

Melinda looked at me. “Do you know what you did?”

I nodded, sobbing. “Tell me,” she said.

“I didn’t give my teacher the note,” I admitted.

“You deliberately disobeyed me, didn't you?”

“I, uh, but,” I started to say, but stopped. I started to think.

“But what?”

“I put the bears baccccck!” I whined.

“Elizabeth Marie! What were you SUPPOSED to do?”

I jumped. I hated hearing my full name. I sobbed, “I was posta give my teacher the note.”

“That’s right. You deliberately disobeyed me by not doing that. I won’t stand for it, Elizabeth.”

“But...”

“But nothing! You were told what to do and you didn’t do it,” Lin explained.

I cried and stomped my foot. “It not fair. She didn’t have to know!”

“Don’t you stomp your foot at me. You are about to make this spanking worse, young lady.”

I wasn’t sure how much worse it could get. She already had my uncle’s belt. Melinda had NEVER spanked me with the belt before. I was not looking forward to it. Maybe she wouldn’t really use it. Maybe she just brought it in to scare me. Well that had worked. I was scared.

I sobbed and bit my lip and I stood in front of her listening.

“What you did was wrong, and you know better,” she explained. “But to make matters worse, you deliberately disobeyed me, Lizzie.”

I knew she was right and I turned away from her.

“Look at me when I’m talking to you, Elizabeth Marie.” I looked back at her. “You were spanked last night for taking the bears without permission. You were supposed to give your teacher the note you wrote. When I tell you to do something, I expect you to do it. Do you understand me?”

I nodded. “Yes, ma’am. I’ll do it on Monday, okay?” I looked over at the belt, and hoped against hope she was not still planning on using that awful thing. “Please, sis, gimme one more chance.”

“No, no more chances. Not after your uncle had to spank you not once, but two times last night just to get you to obey me and write the note. You will give her that note on Monday and right now you are going to be spanked again.”

I sobbed upon hearing this. And my sister didn’t waste any time. She took my arm and pulled me right over her lap. She pulled down my shorts and panties, too. She raised her hand and brought it down firmly on my bottom.

{Swaaat! Smaacck!} {Swaaat! Smaacck!} {Swaaat! Smaacck!}

“Owwwwwwwww!” I cried.

“I will not have {Swaaat! Smaacck!} you deliberately {Swaaat!} disobeying me, Elizabeth. {Smaacck!} You don’t just {Swaaat! Smaacck!} do what you want to.” {Swaaat! Smaacck!}

I cried and wiggled my feet. Boy, my sister sure could spank. She must have been practicing somewhere.

She held me tight so I didn’t wiggle off her lap. {Swaaat! Smaacck!} “I told you {Swaaat!} to do that {Smaacck!} for a reason. {Swaaat! Smaacck!} I was trying {Spank!} to teach you {Smack!} a lesson, but it appears {Smack!} you didn't want to learn it {Spank!} the easy way.” {Swaaat! Smaacck!}

I cried and cried. I still didn’t understand why my teacher had to know what I did. But I didn’t dare say it.

“Instead you had to get a spanking {Swaaat! Smaacck!} to get the message through. {Swaaat! Smaacck!} Everything you do that is wrong, {Swaaat! Smaacck!} you have to suffer the consequences.” {Swaaat! Smaacck!}

“Okaaaaaaaaay!” I cried, sobbing.

“That was the lesson {Swaaat! Smaacck!} you were to learn...and that lesson {Swaaat! Smaacck!} would be over now {Swaaat! Smaacck!} if you'd done as you were told,” my sister stated, reaching for the belt.

I saw it and tried to jump down. “Nooooo!” I cried. But Lin held me tight.

“You knew when you didn't give that note to your teacher, you were doing wrong, didn't you?”

I nodded. My sister raised the belt.

{Thwaccck!} {Thwaccck!}

I was crying so hard no sound was coming out. I couldn’t even find my voice to yell ‘Ow!’

“You made a decision to do wrong...knowing how upset I would be if I found out, didn't you?”

{Thwaccck!} {Thwaccck!}

“I didn’t think!” I managed to get out through my tears.

“You didn't think? Oh I think you did...you thought that you would do what you wanted...and that I might not ask about it and you'd get away with it. Didn’t you?”

{Thwaccck!} {Thwaccck!}

I didn’t answer; I just cried.

“So you did. You made a choice...a choice to disobey, and now you are paying the price, lilone.”

{Thwaccck!} {Thwaccck!}

“Owwwwwwww!” I cried. I was sobbing so hard.

Lin finally put the belt down. I was relieved until she started spanking me with her hand again, right on my sit spot.

“You will not {Smack!} deliberately {Smack!} disobey {Smack!} me again. {Smack!} Do you understand {Smack!} me?” {Smack!}

“Owwwww, yes ma’am!” I cried.

“Are you sure?”

“Yessssss!”

Melinda stopped spanking and held me over her lap. I was crying so hard. That had been the hardest spanking I had ever gotten, from anyone. I sobbed and tried to catch my breath.

Lin rubbed my bottom gently. It hurt so much but it felt a little better to be rubbed, rather than spanked. She waited til I calmed down and then pulled me up into her lap and hugged me tight. I clung to her and sobbed on her shoulder.

“Tell me what you are going to do on Monday, Lizzie.”

“I’m gonna give that note to my teacher, Lin,” I sobbed.

Melinda nodded and continued to hold me tight. “I’m sorry I had to spank you so hard, lilone, but this is very important. You can not just disregard what I tell you to do because you don’t want to do it.”

I nodded, still sobbing. I was trying to find my voice. She continued to hold me and talk quietly to me.

“I don’t make you do things just to be mean, Lizzie. I do it to try to teach you right from wrong. When you do something wrong, you have to face up to the consequences, sweetie.”

“You spanked me soooo hard, sis,” I said.

Melinda nodded, rubbing my back and holding me tight. “Yes, I know. Because you deliberately disobeyed me. You knew it was wrong and did it anyway. We have talked about that before.”

I sighed and tried to get comfortable on my sister’s lap.

“I want you to learn that you can not do that. I won’t tolerate it, sweetie.”

I cried more and held on for dear life. There was something inside me that was bothering me. I didn’t know if I should say it or not. I knew I could not handle any more spanking tonight.

“Lizzie, I love you so much; too much to not teach you right from wrong, and about the consequences of your actions,” Lin told me, holding me tight.

“Yes, ma’am. Don’t let go, Lin!” I exclaimed.

Melinda looked at me. She took a tissue off my night table and wiped the tears from my eyes. “I won’t, sweetie, I won’t. I love you so much, little sister. I want you to grow up knowing how much you are loved. And also knowing right from wrong.”

I cried more and held onto my sister, tight. I sniffled, knowing I had to tell my sister what I had been thinking. She held me and rocked me gently, somehow knowing I needed to be held more.

“Lin?” I croaked.

“Yes, sweetie?”

“If I tells you something bad, are you gonna spank me more?”

“That all depends on what it is,” she said.

Since that was not what I wanted to hear, I decided maybe telling her was a bad idea after all. “I not gonna tell you then.”

“You tell me, Lizzie. I won’t spank you again right now.”

“No, forget it.”

“Tell me, sis. If you wait, it will only make things worse.”

I sighed. Things were already worse. And I was still feeling bad inside.

“Last night when you told me to give my teacher the note?” I asked, rather than stated.

“Yes?”

I took a deep breath and wondered why I was about to say this. I continued, “I knew then that I wasn't gonna do it.” I immediately looked down. I could feel my sister’s eyes on me.

“That makes me very sad, Lizzie. You know why?”

“Cuz I’m bad,” I said quietly.

“No, you aren’t bad. You do bad things sometimes. I’m sad because you lied to me.”

“When?”

“You let me believe you were going to do as you were told...knowing the whole time you weren't. That is like a lie,” Lin explained.

I sobbed some more. I didn’t think I had ever cried this much before ever. “But...”

“But what?”

I didn’t know what to say. So I just shrugged.

“Well, when you lie to me, it shows me that I can’t trust you to do the things I tell you to do.” Lin took a breath. She made sure I was looking and listening before she went on. “So Monday? I’ll take that note and the little bears to your teacher myself.”

I leaned into her shirt crying hard. “Nooooo, I’ll give her the note, Lin. I already put them bears bacccccck!”

“Then I’ll give her the note.”

“No, I’ll DO it!” I whined.

“No, Lizzie, I can’t trust you to do it.”

I cried when she said that. I think the worst thing in the world was when my sister or uncle told me I disappointed them or they couldn’t trust me.

“That is what happens when you lie or try to deceive someone, little sister. It causes them not to trust you.”

I sighed again and nodded. “Yes, ma’am.”

“So Monday I will have a talk with your teacher myself.”

“Do you hate me now?” I asked tentatively.

“Of course not. I love you and I always will. But I can’t trust you like I used to. It’s going to take a while for me to trust you again.”

“You don’t love me; you hate me!” I wailed.

“Lizzie, you know better than that.” I looked down, but Lin lifted my chin so that I was looking up at her. “Now do you really think I hate you?”

I shook my head. “I guess not. But you’s not happy with me. It gives me a bad feeling inside.”

My sister nodded. “You made some very bad choices regarding this situation...and no, I’m not happy with those choices. But you’ve been punished for them. It will, however, take some time for me to trust you to do what you are told again.”

“But you still loves me.”

“Yes, always.”

I held on tight and cried and sniffled and sobbed. “I love you, too. I’m sorry I didn’t listen.”

“I know, sweetie,” Lin said, holding me tight. “You’re forgiven,” she added, kissing my cheek.

I tried to catch my breath. “I really messed up,” I said, not ready to let go of all this yet. Melinda rocked me in her arms. “Yes, sweetie, you did, but things will get better.”

“Promise?”

“I promise. Now let’s get your nightshirt on,” she said, holding up the ‘football sucks’ shirt. I put my arms up as she brought it down over my head. “Now let’s go out to the living room so you can say good night to your uncle and cousin.”

“Does I hasta tell Uncle Dom what I did?” I asked. When Lin nodded, I asked, “Is he gonna be mad at me?” I asked.

“No, he won’t be mad. Disappointed maybe, but not mad.”

When I told him the story, he was pretty disappointed in me. He even said that we might talk about it one day soon, and that I might get a mouth soaping for lying. But at least he didn’t spank me any more. I told him that I thought Lin spanked me harder than he did. He smiled and told me he would have to practice spanking more. I said, “Not on me!”

That night when they tucked me in, I lay there and thought about my life in the past year since Uncle Dom had come to live there with us. Even though I couldn’t lie on my back, I thought the good stuff completely outweighed the bad stuff.

Melinda leaned in close to hug me tight at the same time that Uncle Dom leaned down to hug me. I laughed as they bumped heads. “Owww!” Uncle Dom said. We all smiled. Lin rubbed her head.

“I loves you, sis, and I’s sorry,” I told her again.

“I know, sweetie, I know,” she said.

I hugged Uncle Dominic tight and gave him his butterfly kisses. “Mmmmmmm!” he said. Then he gave me some back.

“That tickled,” I told him, smiling.

He nodded and said, “Go to sleep now, sweetie. I love you.”

Things were okay again.

The end.

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