Red Letters (MF/ff NC teen)
Copyright (C) 2001 by SamPast and Don A. Landhill
All rights reserved.
This
story is a somewhat different approach for us than our previous joint
writings. It consists of a series of
letters and notes exchanged between two teen-aged and rather mischievous girls.
They get into various predicaments, and receive several spankings. The
spankings are generally “off-stage”, so graphic or detailed depictions cannot
be expected. There is also no explicit sexual content.
This story is none-the-less intended only for adult audiences, and minors, or
persons who might be offended by such a story should stop reading at this
point.
This story is fiction. None of the characters are based on any real person,
living or dead. This story is intended for adult entertainment only. The
authors do not advocate or approve of the spanking of real children.
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this story, in any medium or forum, without written permission from the authors.
Please direct all comments to [email protected].
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Red Letters
Dear Kaitlyn,
Look, I'm real sorry I got you in trouble, and thanks a lot for passing me the
answers on the geography test. If only that Miss Hardwick hadn't caught
us. I never thought she would be that sharp. I didn't get a chance to
talk to you, and this is my first chance to write a note. (Besides I need
a break from 250 lines of 'I will not cheat ever again'.) Look, I'm sorry you
got it worse than me, but you need to learn to be all meek and apologetic when
a grownup is on your case -- trying to yell back only makes it worse. That's
why you got a dozen whacks while I got only eight.
And
I'm really, really sorry I giggled at you, but you should have seen yourself
sitting on the stool at the front of the room, wearing that pointed hat --
anyone would have giggled a bit. Really. I know it hurts to sit with your
bare bottom on the stool after a whacking -- I got it just last month, remember
-- but I can't help it, it looks funny.
And
I'm sorry you are stuck here in double detention with me, but I'm kind of glad
for myself -- it puts off having to face my dad. He is gonna be *so* mad at
me. I think I'm gonna have a real sore bottom tonight. I hope you don't
get it too bad at home. I'll call you afterwards, or I would, but I'll
probably be grounded, and you know that means no phone for me. Write me a note
while you do your homework, please, and slip it to me in homeroom, telling me
all about it. And please say that you forgive me, and that I am still,
Your best friend,
Sarah
~~~~~~~~~
Dear Sarah,
Of course you are still my best friend. Besides, what would I do without
you in mean Mr. Filloramo's math class? I mean, is he crazy, giving us 4
pages of homework a day? Doesn't he realize I have homework in five other
classes?
That Mrs. Hardwick was so cruel making me sit bare-bottomed on the stool.
I was so embarrassed. Don't worry about laughing at me; I probably
would have laughed too if it had been someone else.
Anyway, I didn't get it too bad at home last night, but my parents were *very*
disappointed. As you figured, I am grounded this WHOLE weekend. And
I'm so mad too because my cousin is having a party. It would have been
the first boy/girl party my dad was letting me go to, too. Maybe I can
figure out a way to get out of being punished, or even sneak out of the house.
Let me know what happened when you got home. Did you "get it"
as bad as you thought? Write me back in math, and we'll talk at lunch.
Love your sore, but still best friend,
Kaitlyn
~~~~
Dear Kaitlyn,
Thanks. I really am sorry I got you in trouble. I'm glad it wasn't any worse. I
guess I shouldn't have asked for the answers -- next time I will just ask for
more help studying. But I knew I was gonna flunk the test, and that would have
been good for a paddling at home too. But nothing like what I got last
night.
Dad gave me two dozen with his belt as soon as I got home. Then I got
only half portions at dinner, and no dessert. Then I got another dozen at
bedtime with the paddle. I can hardly bear to sit today -- you must have
noticed my squirming. I am also grounded all weekend, plus Monday night! They
were *so* mad. And I was supposed to have art club on Monday, too.
Yes, that stool is wicked. It hurts so damn much, plus it is so embarrassing,
particularly when you have your panties dangling at your ankles. Do you
think if we took it apart she would forget about it? Naw, she'd
probably just get another one.
Math isn't so bad, at least there is a pattern to it; just learn the rules and
it all falls into place. But geography and history are just one thing after
another to memorize, and I just can't keep them straight. I don't know
how you do it. Still you are right, there is too much damn homework in this
school; there is no time for anything fun. And Mr. Filloramo is one of the
worst.
That party sounds fun. If we weren't grounded, maybe I could go with
you. Do you think we could sneak out together?
Are you ready for the math test on Monday? I would have come over to help
you study, but with my grounding -- and yours -- I guess that is out. Do you
suppose they would make an exception for school work? With us both getting F's
on the geography test, I guess you can't afford to do too bad in math.
Well I need to get ready for Mrs. Baum's English class after lunch, so I have
to stop writing this. Let’s sit together at lunch.
Your best friend always,
Sarah
~~~~~~~~~~~
Dear Sarah,
Oh man, I forgot all about the math test on Monday. I hate math! I
wish you could come over and study with me. I'll ask my parents if
they'll make an exception. I doubt they will, but maybe if I lie to them
and say that you tutor other kids in math, they'll let me have you over.
I'll tell them they don't want me to fail. And you ask your parents
if they'll let you, too. That would be great.
I'm sorry your dad was so rough on you. I can't even imagine. My
dad never hits me with his belt. Only the hairbrush or the paddle.
I've never felt the belt. I bet it hurts a lot.
It would be great if we could sneak out to go to that party. Hey, maybe
you could tell your parents that I really need help in math,
and they’d let you come
help me. I can tell my mother I’m
sleeping at your house afterwards, and you can tell your mother you’re sleeping
at my house. Instead we’ll sneak out
and go to the party. What do you think?
I have to stay after school today for missing lab last week. I hate
science, almost as much as math. And when I refused to dissect the pig,
Mr. Zimmerman had a fit. I have to stay after for lab two weeks in a row.
Doesn't school suck?
See you at lunch. Write back soon.
Your best friend, Kaitlyn
~~~~~~~
Dear Kaitlyn,
Wow, you *never* get the belt? I sure wish I never did. Although the paddle and the hairbrush are
pretty bad, too. But the belt is twice
as bad as either, trust me. You are
lucky not to get it.
I'll tell my parents that you really need help and want to come over to study.
Then we can really study in the afternoon and the early evening, and sneak out
and go to the party later. They may be so pleased at my wanting to 'help
someone else' that they'll let me; they are always telling me that I ought to
'help others more'.
You had better do some work on the math, though; this is one of his
"major" tests, remember? And I want to see some of you this year, and
if you flunk math you'll be grounded forever.
You have to stay after two weeks in a row? That really eats shit. You are
right, school does suck, or at least most of the teachers, and Mr. Zimmerman is
one of the worst. Remember I told you
about when I was doing my nails in Lab, and he got so bent out of shape?
He smacked me, *and* he sent a note home. That was when I had to cancel
our date to go to the zoo together, remember? I'm sorry we have him
at different times; at least having you in that class would be something.
I really wanted to have a nice long talk at lunch, but I wasn't expecting Miss
Hardwick to be the lunch monitor. I
don't think she has any right to say where I should sit at lunch, but when she
said that we two "get into far too much trouble together" and marched
me off to the other side of the room, what was I to do? Just yelling at her
would only have got us both in trouble again. Thanks for not saying what
I am sure you were thinking.
Well I am going to try to slip this into your locker before social
studies. I don't dare pass you a note in Miss Hardwick’s class after
yesterday.
Your best friend,
Sarah
------
P.S. I just called my mom. (I figured it would be better to get her to
agree before my dad got home.) She hemmed and hawed a bit, but said if
you were really behind in math it was better that we study together than try to
cheat. (I didn't mention that you were the one who was caught with me
yesterday, though.) But the catch is, your parents have to call mine to
confirm it is okay -- they won't trust me it seems. So tell your mom to call mine as soon as you get home, and then
you can come right over.
See you soon,
Sarah
~~~~~~~~~
Dear
Sarah,
I cannot believe my parents fell for it. They are actually letting me out
of grounding to come study with you. My mom said your mom is sooo nice.
They were on the phone for like an hour last night. Course my
mother doesn't know it was you who got me in trouble in the first place...thank
goodness!
So the plans for Saturday are all set. Too bad the idea to lie about
where we were sleeping didn’t work out, but at least our backup plan is ready
to go. My friend's brother is going to
meet us around the block from your house and take us to the party. I
can't wait. It's going to be soooo cool. I just hope our plan to
sneak out works.
I'm so glad today is Friday...this has been a really long week. I just
hope the teachers all don't plot against us and give us too much homework.
Like remember at the last break, they gave us enough work to fill a
month. Some vacation that was!
Well, I better get on to gym. I forgot my sneakers again and Ms.
Halversen is gonna kill me. Save me a seat at lunch. I hope Miss
Hardwick isn't on lunch duty again. I was so lonely without you
yesterday.
Your friend and co-conspirator,
Kaitlyn
~~~~~~~~~
Dear Kaitlyn,
I can't believe it either. For once we are actually gonna get away with
something.
Remember, we tell your parents that you are staying over with me, and mine that
you are coming over to study, but we will go back to your house to study some
more after dinner. Then neither will wonder where we are.
Also, remember we will need to do some real studying first -- if you get a bad
grade after they made this "special exception" they will smell a rat.
Thanks for sitting with me at lunch; it was good to have a real talk
again. I can't believe that your grounding is so mild, though -- I really
have to skip everything fun while I'm grounded. No desserts, even.
I still think Mrs. Halversen was mean to make you do pushups all during gym,
just because you forgot your sneakers.
Still it is better than getting sent to the office.
I have a lot of homework, but I think I can do it all on Sunday, so I am clear
for our party on Saturday. This is gonna be great. I can hardly wait. Good luck in science, and I'll see you tomorrow.
Your best friend and co-plotter,
Sarah
~~~~~~~~~~~~
Dear Sarah,
I can't believe we got caught! I am so sorry, cuz I know it was my idea.
I can barely sit down to write this letter to you. My parents were
so mad at me! Who knew that they would have called your house to check?
When my dad heard about the BIG party on Clinton Street, and cruised by,
my heart leapt into my throat. I guess we really shouldn't have tried to
make a run for it. When he peeked into the bush, and I looked up at him,
I thought I was going to die.
Remember I told you I had never felt the belt before? Well, guess what!
Now I did. My dad hit me with it like a million times. It was probably more like two dozen, but it
felt like a million. And then he
spanked me again Sunday morning, with the paddle. I have never seen him
so angry.
I think it will be awhile before I am allowed to hang out with you. I somehow
let it slip that you were the one I got caught cheating with last week, and my
mother was pissed. She said I lied to her and everything. She said
we plotted to study together just to sneak out to the party. I guess
she's right, but I'm sure not going to admit it to her.
She said if I don't get at least an 80 on the math test tomorrow, I'm toast.
I've been working on these stupid problems all day today. (Sunday).
Thanks for the little bit of tutoring that you did for me...it helped a
little.
Well, I hope you didn't get it too bad. I'll save you a seat at lunch.
I hope we are still best friends, even though we probably will never see
each other outside of school again.
Your very sore friend,
Kaitlyn
~~~~~~~~~~~
Dear
Kaitlyn,
It may have been your idea, but I wanted to go to the party just as much as you
did. I don't blame you, but I sure wish that we hadn't been caught.
When your father hauled me back to my house, and my Dad opened the door, I just
knew I would die.
I am *not* sitting down to write this, I am standing. I really am
"too sore to sit down" which I always thought was just an expression.
I also got the belt that night, and again this (Sunday) morning, and I got the
paddle just now after dinner. I am grounded for two weeks, and no allowance for
that time either, so it will be a while before I hang out with *anyone*.
Good luck with the math. I'd like to help you with the answers, but I am
sure that he will be watching us after what happened on the geography
test. You know how those teachers
talk. Remember, just take it slow and
don't get flustered.
Daddy said I had lied, too, so this morning after my belting I got a
mouth-soaping. Yeech!
I'm gonna try to pass you this in homeroom.
It was clever to get your mom to bring your note over as a "note of
apology" and it wasn't even a lie, since you started with "I am so
sorry" but don't worry about it. I would love to sit with you at
lunch, if I can sit at all.
I'm gonna have to be careful for a while -- my dad says that I'm on
"sudden death probation"- one slip and it’s a spanking. But
I’ll get through it -- somehow. Thanks,
Your standing friend,
Sarah
~~~~~~~~~~~
Dear Sarah,
Hey stranger! If I recall correctly your grounding should be up this
weekend. Maybe we could get together and go to the zoo...we haven't been
in awhile.
There's this new exhibit with apes, where you walk through the glass and
they're all around you. I really want to go. We could take the bus
and go by ourselves. I don't want to go with my parents and my little
brother.
Let me know. I have to go...I'm behind in English. I never handed
in my book report last week, so now I have two to write.
See you at lunch. Your friend,
Kaitlyn
~~~~~~~~~~
Dear Kaitlyn,
I never thought one visit to the zoo could go so wrong.
My parents said it was okay to go. I was careful not to mention who I was
going with, I'm afraid your name is still kind of a sore point around my house.
The ape exhibit was really neat, going though the glass walkway. If only
we hadn't tried to find out what that little lever did. It was so small,
and so inconspicuous. You would think that they would have labeled it,
but oh no. (Well it did say "zoo employees only", but in such
small letters it hardly counted, and it did not say what it did at all.)
How was I supposed to know that it was the emergency exit, and that a whole
pane of the glass walkway would come loose and fall out? I do think it
was clever of me to use the little spray bottle of mace in my purse to
discourage that big ape from following us. It worked too, at least for a
time. I suppose we shouldn't have screamed, but who could help it?
Then when the ape did follow us out into the grounds, everyone was running this
way and that. I was scared. I'm so glad that the zoo man had the
tranquilizer gun handy. But I do think
that the zoo people could have been much nicer, considering the fright and the
close call we had had. Calling our parents, and making us wait in that
dreadful back office was simply unkind.
Don't you think so?
I don't know how your dad took things after you were alone. He was so quiet while he was marching you
off. Mine did enough scolding for both, of course. And finding out that it was you I was with
didn't make him any happier.
I really got it at home, did you? Well I guess that is a dumb question;
I'm sure you did. I really am sorry about this, but you wondered what the
lever did too, and just because I turned it, it wasn't only my fault.
Well I got a belting as soon as I got home, and a paddling before bed Saturday
night, and another Sunday afternoon. I am grounded again, for 'at least'
a week, and forbidden to see you except in class for a month. They say
you are a "bad influence" on me. I don't know what they mean by
that.
I'm gonna wait a day or two before I even try to sit with you at lunch, because
they just might ask my stupid cousin Joey, and he'll tell if they ask, and
lunch is not "in class" and I don't think they’ll take any excuses
this time. By Wednesday I hope the heat will be off. Join me for
lunch then? Please?
Your very good, but very sore friend,
Sarah
~~~~~~~~~~~
Dear Sarah,
Hey, my folks said you were a bad influence on ME. I think that means
that you always get me into trouble. But don't worry, I don't think that
way. Although I did really "get it" at home.
Considering that my dad had never used the belt on me until a few weeks ago,
he's sure making up for lost time. He must have given me two dozen whacks
with it Saturday night. Then last night (Sunday), I got another spanking
before bed, to "remind" me to behave myself from now on. I'm also
not supposed to see you except in the classes we have together... and my
parents said if they find out you and I got into any trouble together in
school, I was "dead". I don't think I want to find out what
that means.
Anyway, I still think of you as my best friend. And I don't care what
they say, I'm still gonna see you. But maybe we should wait a few days
like you said before we sit together at lunch.
By the way, I aced that math test, so I have you to thank for that. I'm
grounded for the next two weekends, but maybe after then we can do something.
See you in English.
Your still best friend,
Kaitlyn
~~~~~~~~~~~
Dear
Kaitlyn,
Finally. I'm off grounding and I've
gotten my allowance back (Although I wound up grounded for 2 weeks instead of
one) and you should be off grounding too. How about we get together on
Saturday? We could catch the bus down to the mall maybe, or go hang out
over at Mary's house. (She's pretty nice, although not as nice as you, and if I
say I’m going there my parents will be okay, but going over to your house is
still not allowed, I'm afraid.) How about it?
I'm doing a little better in geography and social studies. How is your math coming? Thanks again for
your help before.
Last weekend my cousin Gwen came over with her parents. She is an obnoxious little
beast. She grabbed the TV remote away from me and wouldn't give it back, and we
started yelling about it, when my parents and hers came in. I got a
spanking and had to go to bed early, but for once Gwen got it much worse.
They said that she started it (I could hear them scolding her while I was in
the corner) and she got the belt, and no supper at all! (I had to skip dessert.) Usually she
gets away with murder, but for once Justice triumphed.
Well, enough about her. Let me know if
you wanna get together on Saturday.
Your good friend,
Sarah
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Dear Sarah,
Hey! Glad to hear you're not grounded
anymore. Me neither. It was a LONG two weekends of staying inside
for me, too. That's funny about your
cousin, but I'm sorry to hear you got another spanking. I haven't had one since the zoo incident,
and I'd like to keep it that way. I
hate disappointing my parents.
Saturday sounds
great. Mary's a nice girl, and I doubt
we could get into trouble at her house if we tried.
Math is going
okay. I got an 87 on my last test, and
my mom was pretty happy about that. In
English, my teacher loved both my book reports. Now I got another one due on Monday. I'll have to find some time to work on it this weekend. Maybe Sunday. I'm looking forward to seeing you Saturday.
Your friend,
Kaitlyn
~~~~~~~~~~~~
Dear
Kaitlyn,
Well I sure wasn’t trying to get into trouble, and I don’t think you were, but
we made it anyway. And how! I guess I didn’t know Mary as well as I
thought I did. Anyway, I’m really sorry
I ever suggested going over there. And
why did her room have to be on the second floor, anyhow?
At first, I was having a lot of fun, just playing records and chatting with you
and Mary. She has so many of the latest
CDs -- how does she ever manage to afford them all? It was great.
And with her parents gone for the day we didn’t have to worry about how loud we
had the volume up -- I really like it loud sometimes and my parents never let
me turn it up at home, you know? I just
wish that everything had stayed like that.
Then Mary’s cousin Fred came over and his two friends Mike and Chris. I
hadn’t met them before -- I think they go to that private school. Do you think that Mary called Fred up? Or
maybe Chris -- I guess Chris is kind of her boyfriend. I didn’t much like
any of them, and I don’t think I want a boyfriend for a while, ya know?
I wish Mary hadn’t gotten into her father’s liquor case. That stuff
tasted awful; didn’t you think so? But Mary and the boys just lapped it
right up. They were bad enough before, but after that they were just too
much. How did you handle Fred? I couldn’t really see; I was much
too busy trying to keep Mike from trying to kiss me. It was kinda fun at
first, when he was just hugging me a little bit, but then he kept wanting to
kiss, and ya know, his breath was just awful? Not just the booze, I think maybe
he smokes, too. Trust me; don’t ever
kiss a smoker.
Well he kept after me and after me, and I was just a bit unsteady from the
drinks and from not knowing what to do.
I was trying to fend him off, but I kinda slipped and knocked the bottle
across the room - I must have hit it harder than I thought. Still Mary
had much too much stuff on that Bricks and Boards thing she likes so much
instead of a real bookcase, and it can’t have been set up very well, or one
bottle would never have knocked a brick out of the side column. Why, you
might as well put your stuff on a house of cards, the way the whole thing just
fell sideways.
Still,
it *was* bad luck for it to be right next to the window. Those heavy boards
sure made an awful noise as they went through the window. I sure am glad
no one was underneath. Mary’s bike sure did get all bent out of shape. Anyhow, that’s how it happened. I know you were looking the other way at the
time -- until the sound of the crash, anyway -- and I didn’t get a chance to
explain to you how it went wrong.
Of course it was just our luck that Mary’s folks were driving up just as the
bookcase came down. Have you ever seen anyone move as fast as those boys
did when they heard Mary’s’ father’s voice? Honestly, it struck me as
just too funny, although I suppose I shouldn’t have started just giggling and
giggling, but somehow I just couldn’t stop.
But I don’t think it made a good impression on Mary’s parents; they must
have thought I was really drunk.
Well they marched me off to a different room and stuck me in a corner until my
parents got there, and I didn’t even get to say goodbye to you. How did
your parents take it? My Dad was furious, and so was my Mom when she got
home. But by then, Dad had already given me the belt. Mom paddled
me at dinnertime, and I had to go to bed without any dinner. Sunday I got it again with the belt in the
morning, and the paddle at bedtime, and I had to do a shitload of extra
chores.
And
I am grounded again, “until further notice” so I don’t know when I will be free
again. I am writing this before school today, and I am gonna slip it to
you in homeroom, I hope. I am really, really sorry for how things turned
out. I swear I didn’t mean for any trouble. I hope you didn’t get
punished too bad, and that you will forgive me for having suggested Mary’s and
for knocking things over, which really was an accident, and that you will still
be friends with,
Your sore and sorry friend,
Sarah
~~~~~~~~~~
Dear
Sarah,
You
couldn’t have possibly known what Mary was really like, anymore than I
did. In school, she seems so reserved
and quiet. We sure know differently
now.
I
had wondered how those shelves fell over and out the window! That was intense! I was too busy making out with Fred. I can’t even believe I kissed a boy. Thank god my parents don’t know about that part.
Mad?
Mad? They were beyond mad. My dad
wouldn’t even talk to me until after dinner on Saturday. He said he was so disappointed in me that he
couldn’t even look at me. It kinda
scared me. He said he didn’t want to
spank me while he was angry.
And
boy did I get it! First my mother
spanked me with a wooden spoon from the kitchen. Man, that thing hurt!
Have you ever gotten the spoon before?
I think it’s worse than the hairbrush.
She
also washed my mouth out with soap for lying to her. You see, I kinda told her that YOU definitely wouldn’t be
there. I told you my folks think you’re
a bad influence on me? Well, I promised her that it was just going to be me and
Mary.
And
the fact that there were boys there and we were drinking? I don’t think I’ll be going anywhere for a
while. My father said (when he was
finally speaking to me) that if I had wanted to taste alcohol, he would have
let me, in our own home. But the fact
that I did it at a friend’s house, by sneaking it, was really naughty.
On
Sunday, my dad hit me with the belt again.
Two dozen times on my bare bottom.
I was in so much pain. Then I
had to sit at my desk, bare bottomed, and write “I will not lie to my parents
or sneak around” 1000 times. Then I had
to do my book report bare-bottomed as well.
Talk about embarrassing!
I
think you and I better stick to being just school friends for a while. You are definitely off-limits, and I’m
grounded for at least the rest of the month, possibly longer.
But
I am still your good friend,
Kaitlyn
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
(several months have gone by since the previous letter -- it is a new semester)
Dear Kaitlyn,
That Mr. Zimmerman sure is a stinker. And now that we are doing chemistry
instead of biology, I am finding it harder to keep up. Yesterday I didn’t have
my pre-lab worksheet done -- I just ran out of time the night before. Besides,
the pre-labs never seem to have that much to do with the lab itself. Well he
was upset when I didn’t have the sheet done. (All right, it wasn’t the first
time, but it was the first time in more than a week.) He started to scold me
over that, and when I explained how the pre-labs don’t help with the labs that
much anyway, he said I had a “bad attitude”. He got the paddle, gave me six
whacks, and made me sit on the stool all through lab, and I had to stay in
detention doing the pre-lab work sheet. Today I have to stay after *again* and
do the lab I missed -- actually the one he *made* me miss sitting on that dumb
stool. So that’s why I couldn’t meet you after school like we had planned
yesterday. I won’t be able to meet you today, either.
Mom and Dad were really mad at me for having gotten detention. Besides I
told them that my homework was done last night when I wanted to watch the late
movie. I got paddled again at home, and mom gave me a mouthsoaping for
lying. Yuck! And it is all Mr. Z’s fault. If he hadn’t made such a
fuss, they would never have known.
Well I am going to get revenge on Mr. Z. You told me last week about
having the formula for a stink bomb, right? You even said that all the things
needed were in the chem lab? Well please let me have the recipe! I
want to conduct a little experiment of my own, and see how Mr. Z likes the
result. Just a bad smell, nothing to hurt anyone, but I can’t wait to see
the look on his face. Please give me the formula at lunch, or in
tomorrow’s homeroom, so I can set it up in lab tomorrow or Thursday.
Please do this for me. I promise I won’t tell anyone where I got the
formula, and you don’t even have the same science class as me, so you are safe
(not that I plan to get caught either). Thank you so much; I really appreciate
this,
Your very pissed-off friend,
Sarah
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Dear
Sarah,
Wow! You’re really gonna do it? When I told you I
had the recipe, I didn’t think you’d really use it. Sure, I’ll give it to you.
But you better not get caught.
And I better not get implicated either.
I’ve had enough trouble myself this week.
First,
I was babysitting my little cousin and wasn’t paying much attention. Well, SHE made a big mess and I got
in trouble. My aunt spanked me with the
hairbrush. It hurt so much. My dad and aunt must have taken lots of
notes from my grandparents on spanking while they were growing up.
Then
in gym, we had to run the mile...and I didn’t want to so I brought in a
note. Only, Ms. Halversen noticed that
my mother’s signature looked “different” and compared it to an old note, and
realized I had forged this one. She
paddled me in front of the whole class and then sent me to the office. I got detention and my parents were called.
Oh
man, was my dad mad! I got the belt,
AGAIN. He gave me 14 whacks with it,
since that’s my age. And my mother made me write “I will not forge my mother’s
name” a thousand times. My hand was
falling off when I was done. Believe
me, I won’t be doing that again anytime soon.
Okay,
I will pass you this note before homeroom tomorrow, with the stink bomb
recipe. Good luck getting back at Mr.
Z. But leave me out of it.
Your
friend,
Kaitlyn
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Dear Kaitlyn,
I guess I really blew it this time. And I mean really. I am in so much trouble.
I made up the stink bomb just like your recipe said to. Honest. I did
everything exactly as the directions said. I couldn’t get everything
together by Wednesday, so I set it up for Thursday’s lab period. I hid the things in the wastebasket, and
just as lab was starting I said I really needed to go to the bathroom, and on
the way out the door I dropped the powder into the bottle just like it said
to. But I guess it should have mentioned that the stink chemicals got
really hot. The papers in the
wastebasket I had used to hide the stink bomb caught fire. Then that did
something to the stink bomb itself. I
guess it was a lot stinkier then it was supposed to be, and everybody was
coughing and had to get out, and they called the fire department! I guess
you heard that, but you must have been on the other side of the building, cause
I looked for you. Did you see them come in with the air tanks and everything?
Well, no one was hurt, just the door to the lab room got burned a bit, and the
wastebasket was real scorched. But I guess I shouldn’t have headed for
the bathroom just to avoid the stink, because before they let us back into the
room, they looked though my stuff, and they found your note and the recipe for
the stink bomb. I sure showed Mr. Z,
and it was the most excitement at school in a long time, but I guess I went too
far.
Well they hauled me up before Principal Marks, and he gave me the worst
paddling I’ve ever had in my life at school. And I’m suspended for a week
and I’ve got three weeks detention after that.
Honestly! When I was just trying
to liven up the class a bit. I think that Mr. Marks is far too strict
about this sort of thing. He should
have taken into account that I didn’t *mean* to start a fire at all.
Well they called my mom and she took me home, and she paddled me again, right
on top of what I had already gotten.
Owie! And now I’m confined to my
room forever it feels like, and mom said no supper tonight and another spanking
every day I’m suspended. They asked me who wrote the note that gave the stink
bomb recipe, and I wouldn’t tell, but I’ll bet it won’t take them long to
figure it out since they know we are friends.
I talked my little brother into taking this note over to you. I know some things he’s been up to that he
wouldn’t want me talking about, so he’ll do it for me. I want you to have
as much warning as possible, before they come down on you. I’m sorry I didn’t destroy your note; I
never figured that they’d search my bags like this.
I’m sure that I’ll be grounded for a long time, but I hope that by the time I
see you again you will have forgiven,
Your sad and sore friend,
Sarah
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Dear
Sarah,
I can't believe you got caught. I told you to leave me out of it! I am so mad
right now! They better not
Dear Sarah,
I'm starting this letter over again. Thanks for trying to warn me. It was a few
days before Principal Marks summoned me to his office. I got it big time. Probably worse than you.
I'm too upset to talk about this right now. And I can't use the phone
anyway. The reason you haven't seen me at
Dear Sarah,
This letter is very hard to write. I know you have not heard from me in a
while. There's a reason for that. My parents were so mad about the stink bomb stunt
you pulled and the fact that I was the one who supplied the recipe. Who knew
last summer when my cousin Bobby gave it to me, that it would lead to
this!
The reason you are getting this letter in the mail from me, is because my
parents pulled me out of public school and deposited me in private school. I
hate it; it sucks! And even though I was mad at you for a few days, I miss you
like crazy. And there are no boys here! And the headmaster is meaner than Mr.
Marks. They paddle for every little thing at my new school -- I've already
gotten it twice. And for big stuff, they use a cane! I've seen it -- it is horrible!
You thought you got it bad??? After Mr. Marks paddled me, and trust me, he did
not go easy, my dad paddled me again for four nights in a row. My mom cried and
that's the only reason my dad didn't keep paddling me. My parents were actually
fighting over this.
That's when they decided to "pull me" out of school. I don't know the
next time I will be able to see you. If I go anywhere near your house, and they
find out, I'm dead.
And you can't write back either. If my parents see your name, they will
freak.
I'm sorry the stink bomb recipe thing backfired on you. I wish I had never given you the
recipe. I wish I was still in school
with you. I miss you. I don't know when I can see you again. And I hope I will always be...
Your best friend,
Kaitlyn
The end.