The Broken Window
© 1999 by Sampast
It was Saturday
afternoon and the girls were playing outside.
Charlie hadn’t seen hide nor hair of them for several hours, but he knew
they were close by. They knew better than
to go off without permission.
Actually, they were
closer than one would think. They were standing in the front yard of their
house in Merrick. They hadn’t lived
there very long, having just moved a few months before. Their mother had had a baby and the
apartment had gotten much too crowded for five people.
Robin and Jennifer were
ten years old at this point. They
probably knew much better than to try to throw a tennis ball over the house,
but yet, that is what they were trying to do.
“It’s really cool,
Jenn. I saw Patrick doing it the other day,”
Robin explained.
“Yeah, but he’s a boy,
Robin. He can throw much higher than we
can,” said Jenn.
“Well, we could try it,”
Robin suggested.
“Okay,” Jenn agreed.
So they threw the ball
as high as they could. It didn’t go
right over, but after several attempts, they watched it as it disappeared over
the house. They ran into the backyard
and there it was.
“Coooool!” said
Jennifer.
“I told you! Isn’t it neat?” Robin said.
It was so neat that they
threw it over, back and forth several more times. At one point, they were in the front yard, and threw the ball,
but it did not go the way it was supposed to.
They were about to go looking for it, when they heard the sound of
breaking glass.
The twins froze.
“Wh-what was that,
Robin?” Jenn asked, scared.
Robin started to
cry. “I think it was a window breaking
somewhere,” she said.
“Yeah, but where?” Jenn
asked.
The girls did not know
what to do. They stood there frozen for
several seconds. Then Jennifer started
to cry, really hard.
Robin looked over at her
sister and saw the big wet spot in the front of her pants.
“Oh, Jennifer! You haven’t done that in a long time!” she
said.
“Yeah, I know. Oh, Robin, what are we gonna do?” Jenn
asked.
They looked around. They knew they should go find out where the
ball had gone, and which window had broken.
Robin and Jenn were surprised that their dad, Charlie, had not come out
to investigate yet. Maybe he hadn’t
heard. Or maybe it was an upstairs
window. If Charlie was downstairs, and
the baby was crying, or something, he wouldn’t have heard.
As they began to walk
around the house, they heard their neighbor, Mr. Schotz, yell, “WHAT THE HELL
WAS THAT?”
Robin and Jennifer got
to the side yard and looked up. Then
they saw it. It wasn’t one of their
windows that had shattered, but their neighbor’s window. Uh Oh!
They were in really big trouble, now.
Mr. Schotz was not known to be a gentle man.
All of a sudden, he
appeared at the broken window, and looked down. “ROBIN! JENNIFER! IS THAT YOU? WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED?”
Not only was Mr. Schotz
known for his violent streak, he used a lot of curse words, too. Robin and Jennifer were surprised that he
had only said ‘hell’ so far.
“Uh, well, we uh,” Robin
began to say very quietly.
“WHAT? I CAN’T HEAR YOU. SPEAK UP, CHILD! ARE YOU
TWO RESPONSIBLE FOR THIS?” he said pointing to the window.
Jenn said, “Come on,
Robin, let’s go!” She started to run
and took Robin’s hand and pulled her away.
“What? Where are we going? Jenn!”
Jennifer had let go of Robin’s hand and was now running toward the
street. Robin had no other choice but
to follow her sister. She could still
hear Mr. Schotz screaming when they were half a block from home.
Finally, Robin caught up
to Jennifer. They were now around the
corner from their house. Robin stopped
to catch her breath. Jenn sat down on the
stones lining the street and began to cry.
“What? What is it, Jennifer?” Robin asked,
concerned.
“Robin, I have a big
problem. I made in my pants!” she said
quietly.
“Yeah, I know. I saw, remember?” Robin stated.
Jennifer shook her
head. “No, I mean, the other thing,”
she said quietly, hanging her head.
“Oh. Really?
Boy, you haven’t done *THAT* in a *REALLY* long time,” Robin said.
“Yeah, I know. Oh, what am I gonna do?” Jenn whined.
“What are *YOU* gonna
do? What are *WE* gonna do?” Robin
added, “We left home without permission, and we broke Mr. Schotz’s window. Daddy told us to stay away from their side
of the house with our balls. He told us
that Mr. Schotz had a bad temper.”
“Yeah, I know. But Daddy has a bad temper, too, Robin,”
Jennifer said.
“Not *THAT* bad, Jenn.”
“Yeah, but if we thought
he’d be okay with this, we wouldn’t be running away, Right?”
“Yeah, I guess you’re
right. Well, what’re we gonna do? We can’t just sit here all day. You need to change, and well, we have to go
home sometime,” Robin said.
“Maybe we don’t have to
go home right away,” Jenn said.
“Why?”
“Robin, why do you
think?”
“Well, where will we
go? We can’t just sit here!” she
repeated.
Jennifer got up and
started walking.
“Where are you going,
Jenn?” Robin asked.
“I don’t know. I’m just going to start walking. Then I’ll see where I end up. I need to think things through,” she said.
Robin got up and joined
her sister. Together they walked, not
knowing where to go or what to do. In
her mind, Robin was thinking that they should never have run away. They were going to pay for that later, big
time.
Jennifer was thinking
the same thing, but not enough to turn around and go back. She knew her parents would be disappointed
in her for having an accident. She
hadn’t had a daytime one for quite awhile, although she still wet the bed
nearly every night.
After they had been
walking for ten minutes, Robin looked at her sister and said, “You know where
we’re headed, don’t you?”
“No, where?” Jenn asked.
“We’re almost to the
brook, which means, we’re almost to Aunt Joan and Uncle Jack’s house. We should just go there. You have a change of clothes there, don’t
you?” Robin asked.
Jenn’s face
brightened. “Yeah, I do. Okay, let’s go there.”
They walked to their
aunt and uncle’s house. Before they
went up the driveway, Jenn put her hand on Robin’s arm to stop her.
“What?” Robin said,
swinging around to face Jenn.
“Robin, don’t tell Aunt
Joan or Uncle Jack what we did, or why we’re here, okay?”
“What do you think, I’m
stupid? Of course not. We’ll just say we were taking a walk and
thought we’d drop by to visit. Okay?”
Jenn shook her
head. “Yeah, okay.”
They walked up the
driveway and up the path, and up the two steps to the door. Robin reached up and pressed the
doorbell. They waited. The front door opened and Aunt Joan’s face
appeared in the window. When she
recognized the girls, her face lit up.
“Robin! Jennifer!
What a surprise! What are you
two girls doing here?” she asked, looking over their heads for signs of a car. It was a pretty far walk, so she didn’t
think they had walked. “Where’re your
parents?”
“They’re home!” Jenn
said abruptly. “We walked here, Aunt
Joan.”
“You walked? Oh, my!
You must be tired. Come on
in. I’ll get you some lemonade.”
The girls followed Aunt
Joan into the kitchen. She poured them
each a tall glass of pink lemonade, and clunked two ice cubes in each glass.
“Thank you, Aunt Joan,”
Robin said politely.
“Thanks,” Jenn echoed.
Aunt Joan and Robin sat
at the counter, while Jenn remained standing.
“My, you girls walked far today.
What brings you here? Jennifer,
why don’t you take a seat?”
“I, um, well,” Jenn
hesitated.
Robin jumped in. “Well, Aunt Joan, we were out walking, and
um, Jennifer had an accident. I told
her we should come here, ‘cause we know she has a change of clothes here.”
As Robin was explaining,
Jennifer turned away in embarrassment.
Aunt Joan got up and
went over to comfort Jennifer. “Oh,
sweetie, oh, you must be so upset. Come
along with me. I’ll find you your
clothes. Come on!”
Jenn looked back at
Robin, who shrugged her shoulders. What
else was she going to say? She had to
tell their aunt some of the truth. Slowly,
Jennifer followed her aunt. A few
minutes later, Aunt Joan reappeared in the kitchen.
She told Robin, “Well,
your sister’s cleaning herself up. She
didn’t want my help!”
“No, she’s pretty
self-reliant, Aunt Joan. Especially
when it comes to this. She gets
embarrassed. You know!” Robin
explained.
“Yes, well, so tell me
what you two girls were up to today!” Aunt Joan said brightly.
Robin smiled to
herself. Her aunt was always
happy. There never seemed to be a day
when she wasn’t smiling about something.
And she was always so sweet to them.
Aunt Joan was their mother’s older sister. And they were so different.
Lisa always seemed mad or annoyed, while Joan was always happy. Robin wondered if they really had grown up
in the same house.
“Robin?” Aunt Joan said,
shaking Robin out of her reverie.
“What? Oh, I’m sorry,
Aunt Joan, I was just thinking of something.
Anyway, what did you say?”
Aunt Joan smiled, and
repeated herself. “I said, do your parents know that you are here?”
Robin’s face went
white. “Uh, no, ma’am,” she said
honestly.
“Don’t you think you
should call and tell them, then? They
might be worrying.”
Jennifer came in to hear
her aunt’s statement. “No, it’s okay,
Aunt Joan. They know we’re out having
fun. Really, it’s okay.”
Robin wondered if their
aunt would buy that. Even to her, it
sounded really lame.
“Well, I don’t know,
girls. You’re awfully far from
home. I think I should call your
mother.”
“No, please don’t,”
Robin said.
Joan stood there, not
knowing what to do. She knew she really
should call her sister and brother-in-law and let them know the girls were all
right, but they looked so scared. She
wondered what had happened.
Just then, the telephone
rang.
* * *
Meanwhile, back at the
ranch, (which is what Charlie liked to say, because, well, the Clemente family
lived in a ranch style house,) Charlie was sitting in his favorite chair in the
living room, reading the paper and relaxing.
Lisa had taken baby Steven out hours ago, and the girls were still
outside, so Charlie was enjoying the peace and quiet.
When the doorbell rang,
Charlie looked up surprised. It had
been so quiet, the noise shocked him.
He stood up, folded the paper, laid it on his chair, and walked over to
the front door. He pulled it open to
find his neighbor.
“Oh, Schotzy, how are
you?”
“Hi, Charlie! Um, are the girls here?”
Charlie was
surprised. He couldn’t imagine what his
neighbor would want with them. After
all, they were too young to babysit Amanda.
“They are playing out in the yard.
Do you want to talk to them? I
can go get them if you want.”
“Well, something
happened. I was talking to them, and
they ran off. I thought maybe they came
inside.”
“What?! What happened? I don't think they came in, but let's check. Robin! Jennifer! Come here!” Charlie shouted.
There was no
response. Charlie invited Mr. Schotz
into the living room. “Wait here, I’ll
go check their room.” He went upstairs,
checked the girls’ bedroom, bathroom, and playroom. Then he checked the den, and the guest room.
“No, Schotzy, they
didn't come in. What were you
"talking" to them about? Why
would they run off? Do you know?”
Schotzy hesitated, then
spoke, “Well, Charlie, apparently the girls were playing ball, and even though
I've asked you to keep them away from where our property meets, they broke one
of my upstairs windows. I called out to
them and that's when they ran off. I
guess I was kind of harsh. I probably
scared them. And I do apologize about
that.”
“I see. I told them to stay away from that side of
the house, and they know better then to throw balls at houses anyway. Those two are in trouble! And they know it! That's probably why they ran.
They are probably around the neighborhood, or playing with one of their
friends.” Charlie thought. He was pretty angry. He turned back to his neighbor and said,
“Help me look for them, please.”
“Okay, I'll help you
scout the area.”
The two men searched the
immediate area, even going so far as to check the nearby playground, which was
almost to Charlie’s job.
“Well, I know they
wouldn’t have come all the way here, not without permission. Let’s head back!” Charlie said.
When they got back to
the house, Schotzy followed Charlie in.
Charlie began telephoning the homes of friends of the twins who lived
fairly nearby. Schotzy stood by the
side, not sure if Charlie wanted him to stick around or not.
When Charlie put down
the phone, Schotzy laid his hand on Charlie’s shoulder. “Do you want me to stick around? Help you
look some more?”
Charlie shook his
head. “Uh, no thanks.”
“Okay, well, I’m going
to go home. Give me a call later on,
and we'll talk about the window. Good
luck finding them, Charlie. I sure don't
envy what you have to do,” Schotzy said and winked.
“Thanks, Schotzy. I do apologize for them. Please let me know what the repair costs
will be. And if you have any chores
which need doing, I think I have two girls who will be doing some time at hard
labor.”
“Okay, Charlie, catch ya
later!” Schotzy said, offering his hand.
The two men shook, and he left.
Charlie sat down on the
chair by the phone. “Where could they
be?” he wondered aloud. “Hmmm, let me
try Joan and Jack.” He picked up the
phone and dialed the familiar number.
He waited. Joan picked up on the
second ring.
“Hello, Joan?”
“Hello? Charlie? Is that
you?”
“Joan, have the twins
called you by any chance? They have run
off, and I am looking for them.”
Joan looked at the
twins. “Uh, yeah, uh, hold on a
second.” She covered the mouthpiece and
turned to the girls. “It's your father
on the phone. He is looking for you. I'm afraid I'll have to tell him you're
here.”
Both girls hung their
heads. They knew they would be in big
trouble soon.
Taking her hand off the
mouthpiece, Joan said into the phone, “Yes, Charlie, they're here."
“They're there? Did they call you and ask to be picked up,
or what?”
“No, I believe they
walked here. You want to come by and
get them?”
“Yes, indeed I do. They walked? We need to have quite a talk.
I will be there in just a few minutes.”
“Okay, I'll tell
them. Bye.”
“So long. See you in a few,” Charlie said as he hung
up the phone.
After Joan put down the
phone, she turned to the girls and said, "Your dad is coming to get
you. I’m afraid he sounds quite
angry. Do you want to tell me what you
did?"
The girls filled their
aunt in on what had transpired. They
were sitting in the living room discussing things when Charlie appeared at the door.
Joan let Charlie in, and
he walked into the living room. He
kissed his sister-in-law hello. “Robin,
Jennifer, how and why did you get all the way over here, without permission I
might add?”
Robin stood up to say
hello to her dad. “We walked here,
Daddy.”
“Why did you do
that? That is a very long walk for you
girls. And you know you were not
supposed to leave the yard, let alone the neighborhood, without permission.”
Before the girls could
answer any of their father’s questions, he added, “And what happened with Mr.
Schotz's window?”
The girls were a bit
surprised that he knew about that.
Jennifer uttered, “Well,
uh, we...”
“You had better tell me
all about it, girls, right now, before you get in bigger trouble than you
already are.”
Robin cried, “Oh, Daddy,
you know about the window? I was just
gonna tell you and then you'd be glad that we told without you finding out
first, but you already know.” She seemed
let down.
“It was an accident,
Daddy,” Jenn said quietly. She was
thinking about her own accident and wondering how and when to bring it up.
Joan spoke up then, and
said, “Well, Charlie, I think the girls were scared of your neighbor, and they
ran off. Then Jennifer here, had an
accident, and they came here so she could change. They haven't been here very long.”
Jennifer was grateful
for her aunt telling her father the news.
It saved her a bit of embarrassment.
Charlie said, “I
see. Well I am sorry that Mr. Schotz
scared you. He does come on loud, but
he doesn't mean any harm. He has
already apologized to me for sounding scary to you.”
“He did?” Robin
asked.
Charlie just
nodded. Then he turned to Jennifer and
said, “Jenn, I'm sorry about your accident, and I’m glad you dealt with
it. I guess we don't need to say too
much more about that.”
“Okay, Daddy, thanks,”
Jenn said quietly. She was glad she
didn’t have to disclose every detail about what had happened.
“Okay, I think we need
to go home now, girls. We have a lot to
discuss. Please thank Aunt Joan for
having you over, particularly without warning, then come with me.”
Robin said, “Bye, Aunt
Joan. Thank you for the lemonade, and
for the discussion.”
“Yes, thank you, Aunt
Joan, for everything,” Jenn said.
Both girls gave their aunt
a big hug. Then they followed their dad
out to the car. They couldn’t even make
eye contact with him. They both sat in
the back seat of the car, making Charlie feel like a chauffeur, and didn’t say
a word on the short ride home.
When they pulled up in
front of the house, both girls sighed.
They really didn’t want to go in; they both knew how much trouble they
were in. But Charlie herded them inside
and they all went to the living room.
He made them sit on the couch facing him.
“Now, girls, would you
care to explain how you broke Mr. Schotz's window when you weren't even
supposed to be on that side of the yard?”
Robin began, “Well,
Daddy, like Jenn told you, it was an accident.
We, uh, um, we. . . ” Robin
paused, looked at Jenn who nodded, and then continued. “We were throwing a tennis ball over the
house, Daddy.”
“I see. Did it occur to you that that was
dangerous? What if you didn't throw it
high enough and broke one of our windows? And you must have gone over near Mr.
Schotz's house to get the ball, right?”
Jennifer shook her head
no and said, “No, Daddy, most of the times it just went over the house, but I
guess this one time, it went sideways.
We're sorry.”
“Yeah, Daddy, it was
just an experiment, ‘cause I saw Patrick doing it,” Robin explained. Patrick was a boy who lived across the
street. It only took Charlie and Lisa a
short while to realize he was not your typical boy next door. He was always doing things that were not,
well, nice. Charlie just shook his head
when Robin made that statement.
“Patrick doing something
does NOT mean it is okay. You know how
I feel about him,” Charlie said sternly.
“But now let's get to your running away. Why did you run off -- and then go ALL the way to your Aunt
Joan's? That wasn't an accident. You know that you aren't supposed to go
anywhere without checking in. I didn't know
where to find you. I’ve been looking
everywhere I could think of.”
“We're sorry,
Daddy. WE didn't mean to run away,”
Robin said. Even to her, it sounded
lame.
“Daddy, Mr. Schotz
scared us and I wet my pants, and we were scared you'd be mad at us,” said
Jennifer.
“Yeah, we just started
walking, Daddy, and that's where we ended up.”
Jennifer added, “Yeah,
we didn't talk to any strangers or anything.
We went where we knew someone.
That was good, right?”
Charlie said, “Yes, that
was good. It would have been better to
come in here, but if you had to go somewhere, going where you knew someone
*was* good. I am still unhappy about
the window, though. And even more about
your walking off without permission. Do
you have anything more to say for yourselves?”
Jennifer knew their time
was just about up. She knew that in a
few minutes, they would both have sore bottoms. “We're sorry, Daddy, it really was an accident. We didn't mean to break the window. We could pay for it with our own money,” she
begged.
Robin agreed. “Yeah, okay, Daddy? Would that be okay? And about running off, we were just scared,
Daddy, that you'd be mad.”
Jennifer nudged her
sister. “He's mad now, Robin. So it didn't really matter.”
“Yeah, but, well, I
guess you’re right. Daddy, would we be
in less trouble if we had come in right away?” Robin asked innocently.
“Yes, you would. It’s like trying to cover stuff up; it just
makes it worse when you run away. Then
you are in trouble for running, PLUS the trouble you were in before. Do you understand?”
Both girls nodded.
Then their dad
continued. “As for the window, you will
help pay for it at least -- I don't know if you can pay for the whole thing;
windows are pretty expensive. Now,
Robin come with me. Jennifer, wait in
your room, please.”
Jennifer said, “Yes,
sir,” stood up, and ran up to her room.
Charlie stood up, and offered Robin his hand. She took it reluctantly, and cried, “But, Daddy! Please, I'm sorry!”
They were walking to his
bedroom when she cried out. He stopped
and turned to her. “I'm glad you're
sorry, Robin. You are about to be even
sorrier. You know that ‘I'm Sorry’
isn't enough after you have misbehaved.
Now come on.”
They continued walking
until they got to the door of Charlie’s bedroom. Robin tried one last time.
“Daaaaaddddddy! Please!”
“Robin! Whining will just get you in MORE
trouble! Now let’s go!” Charlie grabbed her wrist and urged her into
his bedroom.
When they got inside his
room, Charlie sat down on the big red chair, nicknamed the spanking chair. He put Robin in front of him and asked,
"Robin, do you understand WHY I am going to punish you?"
Robin, who had already
begun to cry, answered, “Yes, Daddy, ‘cause we broke Mr. Schotz's window and we
ran away and went somewhere without permission. But Daddy, it wasn't on purpose.
Please, Daddy!” Robin begged, trying not to whine.
Charlie took a deep
breath before he answered. It may seem
like he liked it with all the times he had to do it, but he really hated having
to punish his daughters. He felt that
he needed to, though, to teach them right from wrong. “I understand that the window wasn't on purpose, and that you
were scared, but you have to learn to think first. And you know not to run off, even when you are scared. Now let's go!”
Charlie took down
Robin’s pants and panties, and turned her over his lap. He began to spank. <Smack>
<Smack> <Smack> <Smack>
Robin actually jumped up
and cried, “Daddy, no! I am
scared. Please, Daddy, I’m sorry!” After that outburst, she threw herself on
the floor and sat there crying.
Charlie was
shocked. He had never seen his daughter
react this way. He bent down and pulled
his daughter up into a hug and stood her in front of him so that she could see
into his eyes. He put his hands on her
shoulders and said, “Robin, lovey.
Don't be scared, it’s only Daddy.
You've been spanked many times before.
You know what to expect. I love
you, Robin and I always will, even when I am spanking you. Do you understand that?”
Robin nodded and said,
“Yes, Daddy. It's just that, well, I
said I was sorry, but you're gonna spank me anyway, and it really was an
accident, and I only ran after Jenn.
She really ran away ‘cause she made in her pants, and she was scared,
and, oh, Daddy, please don't spank me!”
Robin leaned over her daddy and cried into his shirt.
Charlie put his arms
around Robin and held her tight until her crying subsided for the most part.
After a few minutes,
Charlie gently pushed Robin away from his shirt and looked at her deep in her
eyes. “I will talk to Jenn about that,
but you both know that I don't get mad when she has genuine accidents. Okay?”
Robin nodded again.
Charlie continued, “The
window alone wouldn't have been so bad, but there is no excuse for running off,
scared or not. It would have been
better for you to come inside and tell me what happened than to go with your
sister. Now, you are NOT getting out of
this spanking, Robin! We need to finish
what we started. Let’s go!”
Charlie again bent Robin
over his lap and resumed the spanking.
<Smack> <Smack> <Smack>
<Smack> “You are to be careful when you play.
<Smack> <Smack> <Smack>
<Smack> <Smack> You
are NOT <Smack> to run away, <Smack> or go anywhere <Smack> when I don't know about
it. <Smack> <Smack> <Smack> That is NOT <Smack> <Smack> open to
debate.” <Smack> <Smack>
“Yes, Daddy,” Robin
cried.
Charlie gave Robin a few
more well-deserved spanks.
<Smack> <Smack> <Smack>
<Smack>
“Okay, your spanking is
over, Robin.” Charlie lifted Robin up
and pulled her into his arms for a big hug.
He gently shushed her and rubbed her back and her bottom while she
cried.
After awhile, Robin
asked, “Daddy? I really am sorry. Do you forgive me?”
“Yes, Robin. I forgive you. I know that you are sorry.
Although we will still have to talk with Mr. Schotz. Okay?”
“Okay, but Daddy? Will you come with us? He's scary.”
“Oh, yes, I will come
with you. Don't worry! He may seem scary, but he is a nice man
underneath. Now, I want you to lie down
on your bed for a while, while I talk with your sister.”
Charlie let Robin out of
his lap. He reached down and pulled her
panties and pants back up. She squirmed
when the material rubbed against her sore bottom. Then Charlie offered her his hand and together they went upstairs
to the room the twins shared.
When they got to the
bedroom, Charlie let Robin’s hand go.
Jennifer, who had been laying on her bed, saw Robin’s tear-stained face,
and jumped up. She ran over to Robin
and gave her a big hug.
“Are you all right?” she
asked.
Robin answered, “Yeah, I
will be. Good luck.”
“Thanks,” Jenn answered,
walking over to Charlie. He put out his
hand, and she took it. They walked down
the steps and to Charlie’s bedroom.
When they got there,
Charlie took his place on the big red chair, and put Jennifer in front of him,
facing him. He felt a strange sense of
deja vu.
As if Jenn had been
reading his mind, she asked, “Daddy?
Are you sorry you have twins?”
“No, I’m not, Jenn. I love you both, and I wouldn't be without
either one of you. Sometimes it does
mean having to do things twice, though -- couldn't you two get in trouble one
at a time?” Charlie asked, and winked.
Jenn smiled.
Then Charlie became
stern and said, “Seriously, Jennifer, do you understand why I am going to
punish you?”
“Uh huh. But Daddy, there's something I should tell
you first. It's not too bad, and it
probably won't change how much you spank me, but I want to be honest. k?”
“Okay. It is always better to be honest. I am listening.” Inwardly, Charlie groaned.
Could there be more to this day?
He couldn’t imagine what Jennifer was about to tell him.
Jennifer knew she didn’t
ever have to tell anyone what she was about to tell her daddy, but she just
felt as if she were keeping something very important inside her. So she took a deep breath and said, “Daddy,
when I told you I had an accident? I
wasn't just wet.” Then she looked down,
more out of embarrassment, than of guilt.
She was ashamed of herself. “I
guess Mr. Schotz scared me real bad.
Are you angry?”
Jennifer held her breath
while she waited for her daddy to answer.
“No, baby, you didn't do it on purpose.
I am surprised, and unhappy for you -- you must have been very upset. I think I understand why you ran a little
better -- but that was still not okay to do.
Do you understand that now, Jennifer?”
“Yes, Daddy, I shoulda
just come in and told you, but I was really upset and kinda mad at myself and I
thought you'd be mad, too. Thank you for
not being mad, Daddy. I really am sorry
we broke the window. But it was an
accident, and Daddy? The ball throwing
over the house, was Robin's idea, honest.
She saw Patrick do it. I just
thought it would be fun, and we did it lots of times before the window broke. .
.we didn't know that would happen.”
“Okay, but you knew I
told you to stay away from Mr. Schotz's house.
In any case, throwing a ball that high and far risks causing a problem
as you found out. But the thing I am
most unhappy about is your running away.
I don’t ever want you to do that again.
Do you understand?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Okay, let’s do it,
then.” He was referring, of course, to
her spanking. Charlie pulled down her
pants and panties and took her over his lap.
<Smack> <Smack>
<Smack> <Smack>
Jennifer started to cry
from the first smack.
<Smack> <Smack> <Smack>
<Smack> “You are not to throw balls over the house, or near
anyone's house. <Smack> You are
to be careful when you play.” <Smack>
“Yes, sir,” Jenn cried.
<Smack> <Smack> <Smack>
<Smack> <Smack> “You
are NOT <Smack> to go anywhere <Smack> without permission. <Smack> <Smack> You know that.
<Smack> Being scared
<Smack> is not a good reason
<Smack> <Smack> to break that rule, <Smack>
<Smack> <Smack> ever.”
“Okay, Daddy, stop,
please! I'm sorrrrrry!”
<Smack> <Smack> <Smack>
<Smack>
“Okay, Jennifer, your
spanking is over,” Charlie said. He was
as relieved as Jennifer. He didn’t like
having to administer two spankings within a short time period.
Charlie pulled Jennifer
into a standing position, and put his arms around her. “You are forgiven, Baby.”
Jennifer put her arms
around his neck, and squeezed. Then she
climbed into his lap and let him hold her.
She was feeling very vulnerable.
“I really am sorry,
Daddy. About everything.”
“Okay, Jennifer. I understand. You will do better another time, right? I know that you and your sister are both my good girls inside, even
when you don't act the way you should.”
Charlie cuddled and
hugged Jenn until she seemed ready to stand up. Finally, she did. “Can I
go upstairs and lie down, now, Daddy?”
“Yes, you may. In fact I want you to. A little later you and Robin and I will all
go over and talk to Mr. Schotz. Okay?”
“Okay, Daddy.”
Charlie walked Jennifer
back up to her room. Very quietly,
because Robin was asleep, Charlie helped Jenn into her pantsies and tucked her
into her bed.
Very quietly, Jenn
whispered, “I love you, Daddy.”
“I love you, too,
sweetheart. Have a nice rest now.”
And with that, Charlie
left the room, closing the door quietly behind him.
The end