Cutting School -- A Twin
Story (M/f w/ hairbrush)
By SamPast and Don A.
Landhill
Copyright © 1999, All
Rights Reserved.
This story involves the
spanking of a young girl. If this is not your thing, read no further. Please
send any comments to either Sampast. Enjoy!
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Robin came home from
school, or so Charlie thought. "How was school today, hon?" he asked.
"Oh, it was
great!" she replied.
"Good, go do your
homework," Charlie said.
"Oh, we don't have
homework today...."
Robin was laying on her bed
slowly replaying the scene in her head. Why did I have to lie? she thought to
herself. She laid there rubbing her bottom and thinking. Thinking it all could
have been so different, if only...
A little later, Jennifer
walked in the door, and called out, "Hello? Mom? Dad? I'm home from
Amy's."
Charlie replied,
"Hello, Jennifer, How was school today?"
It took Jenn a minute to
answer, "Oh, um, yeah, it was good. We have a big test tomorrow, that's
why Amy and I were studying. Well, I'd better go upstairs to finish the rest of
my homework before dinner. Where's Robin?"
"Robin is in her room,
but I want to talk with you down here first. Did you get permission to go to
Amy's?"
"Yes, sir. I spoke to
Mommy after school. Why? Is something wrong?"
"Well, maybe. Did
anything happen today that I should know?" Charlie asked.
"Um, what do you mean,
Daddy?" Jennifer asked.
"What I said,
Jennifer. Did anything, anything at all, happen today that you need to tell me
about?"
Jennifer was scared. She
looked at her dad's eyes. He seemed like he might be angry. She started to
tremble and nodded her head.
Charlie frowned. "Tell
me about it, Jennifer."
"Daddy? I, uh, um, I
didn't go to school today."
"I see. Was there any
good reason, or did you just play hooky?"
Jennifer started to cry.
"It, it was a dare, Daddy. A whole bunch of us did it," Jennifer
sobbed.
Again, Charlie said,
"I see. You know that that is against the rules, don't you?"
Jennifer looked down and
mumbled, "Yes, sir. Daddy, was Robin punished?"
"Yes, she was,"
her father told her. "And you will be, too."
"Yes, sir,"
Jennifer said.
Jennifer knew it was futile
to ask, but she did anyway. "Daddy? How'd you know? Did Robin tell
you?"
Charlie answered,
"Don't worry how I learned. I'll talk with you in a few minutes. Now go
and wait for me in my room."
Jennifer was going to try
to get out of this punishment. "But Daddy? Did Robin tell you it was the
first time we ever did it? Please, Daddy."
"Jennifer!"
Charlie warned. "Now!"
Jenn went to her parents'
bedroom and sat on the big red chair that was usually piled with clothes. It
was unusually clean today. That only happened when one of her parents was going
to use it to spank one of them. Which meant that her father had known before
she walked in. Which also meant that Robin had told on her. Well, one thing was
for sure, it was a good thing she didn't try to cover it up when she had walked
in the door.
Five minutes later, her
father came in. He sat on the bed, facing her. "All right, I will listen
to any explanations or excuses you have."
Jennifer thought fast.
"Well, Daddy, you see, um, a couple of the kids on Friday dared a bunch of
us to skip school today, and well, Robin, and Debbie, and Amy and I thought it
would be fun. But we didn't really do anything bad. I mean, we didn't go
anywhere bad. I guess what we did was bad." Jenn paused. Even to her, it
sounded bad. She continued, "I don't know what I'm saying. I guess you
should just spank me."
Charlie sighed and said,
"Okay, let's go."
They switched places and
Jennifer stood in front of her father. He leaned over and pulled down her pants
and panties and pulled her over his lap. He picked up the hairbrush that was
sitting on Lisa's dresser next to the chair.
Jennifer saw the brush out
of the corner of her eye. She hadn't seen it before.
"Daddy! No! Why are
you using the brush?" she sobbed.
Charlie answered with the
first of many spanks of the brush. <WHACK> <WHACK> <WHACK> I
am using the brush because you cut <WHACK> school. <WHACK> That was
a <WHACK> very <WHACK> bad thing to do <WHACK>
"I know, Daddy, I'm
sorry!" Jenn wailed.
<WHACK> I
<WHACK> want you <WHACK> to remember this. <WHACK> I don't
ever <WHACK> ever <WHACK> want you to do this again. <WHACK>
"I won't, Daddy, I
promise," Jennifer sobbed. "It wasn't even worth it, anyway."
<WHACK> <WHACK>
<WHACK> Good. <WHACK> I want to make it <WHACK> even less worth
while. <WHACK>
"I'm sorry, Daddy!
I'll never cut school again. PLEEEEASE!" Jenn begged. The fire in her
bottom was awful. Her father had never started a spanking with the hairbrush
before; she didn't think she could take anymore.
Charlie finished it off
with a few more well placed spanks. <WHACK> <WHACK> <WHACK>
<WHACK> <WHACK> <WHACK>
"Okay, that's
it," he said, putting down the hairbrush.
Charlie rubbed her bottom a
few times. It was hot to his touch. He knew she would be in pain for several
hours. But he was glad; maybe she would regret what she had done and never do
it again.
Jenn was crying
hysterically across Charlie's knees. "Wah! I'm so sorry, Daddy."
Charlie helped Jennifer up.
He held her to his chest and rubbed her back, and patted her shoulder.
"I know, baby, and I
still love you. You know that, right, sweetheart?" Charlie asked. He
always wanted to make sure after a spanking that his kids knew that he punished
them out of love.
"Yes, Daddy, I love
you, too. Daddy, I'm so so sorry!" Jennifer wailed.
"Okay, I
understand," Charlie said. He then pushed her away from his chest and
asked, "You won't ever do that again, right?"
"I won't, Daddy, I
promise," Jenn said, and she really meant it.
Charlie stood up holding
Jennifer. He laid her on his bed, on her stomach. "Okay, now you rest for
a little while. I'll come back to get you for dinner. All right?"
"Yes, Daddy,"
Jenn said. She laid down on her parents' bed and closed her eyes. When she
heard her father leave, she reached her hand back to rub her sore bottom.
Half an hour later, Charlie
pressed the intercom button and called to Robin.
"Yes, Daddy?"
Robin asked, through the intercom.
"Dinner is ready. I
want you to wash up and come downstairs. You can bring a pillow if you want.
Oh, and bring one for your sister."
"Okay," was all
Robin said. So, Jennifer had come home and been punished, too. Robin wondered
if Jenn had gotten it as bad as she had. Well, she guessed it depended on
whether Jenn had tried to lie about it, like she did.
Robin arrived in the dining
room carrying two pillows. Lisa brought Stephen to the table and put him in his
high chair. He was two, now, and Lisa was expecting another baby in a matter of
months. The twins, especially Jennifer, had been testing the limits all through
Lisa's pregnancy. Charlie hoped things would calm down after the new baby was
born. It didn't help that the twins had just started junior high, as well.
Charlie came into the
dining room, leading a sleepy Jennifer. He had helped her on with her panties
and pants, even though it had hurt so much. He sat her down in her chair, where
Robin had left her pillow. When Jenn felt the fluffy pillow under her sore
bottom, she smiled at her sister.
"Thanks," she
said to Robin.
"It's okay. Daddy
asked me to bring it for you. Are you all right?" she asked.
Jenn nodded. She was having
trouble waking up. "Yeah. Are you?"
Just then, their parents
came into the room. Robin said, "We'll talk later."
Dinner was a quiet affair,
as no one knew what to say. Usually they talked about the twins' school day,
but since there was no school day today, the girls had nothing to talk about.
Finally, breaking the silence, Lisa talked to Charlie about some baby plans.
Jennifer sighed deeply.
Charlie shot her a look that said not to do that if she knew what was good for
her.
She couldn't help it. She
was so tired of hearing about baby things. She found it embarrassing that she
was twelve years old and her mother was pregnant. Again. It was bad enough
having a two year old brother, that she often had to watch. Especially now with
her mother often feeling poorly during her pregnancy.
"If you're finished,
Jennifer Lynn, you can bring your plate in and go up to your room. And I
suggest you call some of your friends to get your homework. I'm going to come
up at 8:00 and it had all better be finished. Do you understand?" Charlie
commanded.
"Yes, Daddy,"
Jennifer said. She got up and did what she was told.
Robin was becoming
uncomfortable with the silence. "I'm done, too, Daddy," she said.
"You mean, you're
finished?" he corrected.
Man, was he being a
stickler. "Yes, I'm finished," Robin repeated.
"Okay, bring your
plate in. And go finish your homework. Are you sure you got all your
assignments?" Charlie inquired.
"Yes, sir," Robin
answered.
"Okay, go then. And
let your sister alone to do her work. Understand?"
"Yes, Daddy,"
Robin said. She went over to her brother and kissed him. "See you later,
alligator!"
"While,
crokdile," Stephen tried to answer. Robin just laughed. Then she ran
upstairs to her room.
Jennifer was on the phone,
out in the hall, when Robin got to the top of the stairs. She went to use the
bathroom, and when she came out, Jenn had hung up the phone and was laying on
her bed, on her stomach.
"Hey!" Robin
said.
"Hey!" Jenn said
back. "Robin?"
"Yeah?"
"Did you tell Daddy on
me?"
Robin turned to Jenn and
said, "Well, kind of. But I didn't mean to. I mean, I didn't tell to be
cruel."
"What do you
mean?" Jenn asked.
"Well, when I came
home, I lied about not having homework. I made up this stupid excuse that the
teachers were all absent and we had subs and had no homework," Robin
began.
"You didn't?"
Jenn asked, amused.
Robin frowned. "I did.
I guess it was a pretty stupid thing to do. Then Daddy said he was going to
call all my teachers and ask them. I told him to go ahead, and even asked him
if he had their numbers."
Jenn raised herself up on
her elbows and stared at her sister. "What are you, crazy? What'd you get
all cocky for, anyway?"
"I don't know,"
Robin whined. "Like I said, it was pretty stupid, on my part."
"So, then what
happened?" Jenn asked.
"Well, then, I ended
up confessing all. I mean, all. I'm sorry, Jenn. It just slipped out that you
cut, too. Daddy made me tell him everyone who did. He said he was going to call
their parents. When I said, Jennifer, he asked if I meant you, and I had to say
yes. Are you very angry at me?" Robin asked, cautiously. She knew Jenn
could have a very mean temper.
"Well, I'm not that
thrilled, if you know what I mean. I can think of forty things I'd rather be
doing right now. But, I guess you really had no choice. If you lied about it,
and then it came out that I had cut, too, you would've gotten your mouth washed
out with soap, as well," Jenn said.
"I did, anyway,"
Robin admitted. "Because I lied to Daddy in the first place."
"Oh," Jenn said.
"Well, then I'm glad I came clean when I first walked in the door."
"How'd you know to do
that, Jenn? No offense, but you don't usually fess up right away."
"I know. I'm not sure.
I think it was the look in Daddy's eyes. He looked really angry. You
know?"
Robin smiled. "Yeah, I
know. I tried to call you. At Amy's. But there was no answer."
"You did? When?"
Jenn asked.
"After my whipping. I
snuck in a phone call," Robin admitted.
"Whipping? What are
you talking about?" Jenn queried.
"Well, Daddy hit me
with his belt. It hurt a lot," Robin explained.
Jenn was shocked. "His
belt? No way! I got the hairbrush. Only the hairbrush!" Jenn said,
absently rubbing her behind.
"Well, I guess because
I tried to lie first. Daddy really was very angry," Robin told her sister.
Neither of them said
anything for a little while. They were both thinking of their spankings
earlier. Finally, Jenn broke the silence.
"Hey, Robin?"
"Yeah?"
"Did Daddy ask you
what we did all day?"
Robin smiled. "No, he
didn't."
"Yeah, he didn't ask
me either. It almost slipped out, during my spanking, when I said I was sorry
and it wasn't even worth it," Jenn admitted.
"Really? And Daddy
didn't ask you what you meant?" Robin asked, surprised.
"Nope. I was pretty
surprised, too," Jenn uttered.
"Well, don't worry,
Jenn, he won't hear it from me," Robin said, smiling.
Jenn smiled back. "Me,
neither."
The end.