Jennifer's Fight...a twin story
(M/f)
Copyright (c) 1999 by
Sampast and Don A. Landhill
Regular Disclaimers apply,
must I repeat them? (They are on the index page in any case.)
I was at work when I was
paged that I had a phone call. I picked it up and said, "Hello? Charlie
Clemente speaking. How may I help you?"
A deep male's voice answered, "Yes, Mr. Clemente? This is Mr.
Fried, the vice principal at the elementary school. I'm afraid you need to come
and pick up your daughter, Jennifer."
To myself I was thinking,
Oh, no, not again. Into the phone, I said, "Oh dear. What has
happened?"
Mr. Fried said, "Well,
we're not really sure. She's not saying much. But there was an incident with
another young lady."
I was instantly annoyed
with Jennifer. This was her last year in elementary school and she certainly
was going out with a bang. "I see. I will be right there," I told Mr.
Fried.
He thanked me and we hung
up. I checked out with my boss before I left the store. He must wonder if my twins
weren't the worst kids in the world. It seemed like every day I had to leave to
take care of some matter or other. I drove to the school as fast as I safely
could. I went inside and headed for the office, a route I knew all too well.
When I got there, I was
greeted by Mr. Fried himself. I was surprised not to see my brother in law,
Jack, there. He must have been out of the building today.
"Good afternoon, Mr.
Clemente. Sorry to have to take you out of work today. But I'm afraid Jennifer
is going to be suspended for two days for fighting on school grounds."
Suspended? Again? "Oh
No. What happened?" I asked.
Mr. Fried said, "Well, according to the other young lady,
Jennifer started a fight with her on the school yard, and two aides had to break
them up. Come with me inside. Jennifer
hasn't spoken a word. Maybe
you could get her to say something."
"Okay, thank
you," I said, as I followed him inside the office. Jennifer was sitting in
one of the big black chairs in Jack's office. When she saw me, she burst out crying.
Now as mad as I was at her,
it still hurt me to see one of my children crying. After all, she wasn't a
juvenile delinquent. She was just a very naughty eleven year-old child.
I went over to her and put
my arms around her. "Jennifer? What happened? Tell me about it, please.
Baby?"
She softened upon hearing
her nickname. Maybe she thought she wasn't in as much trouble. "I'm sorry,
Daddy."
I continued to hug her and
then loosened the hug and said, "Okay, I understand that you're sorry,
Baby. It's all right, I love you. Now tell Daddy what happened, please."
Jennifer held on to me like
there was no tomorrow. She didn't want to let go. Very quietly she said,
"I don't know, Daddy."
Now usually I do not accept
that as an answer, but seeing as how we were in the school's office, and Mr.
Fried was waiting there, I decided to keep my anger in check. I took a deep
breath and said, "Okay, what do you know? You were there,
Baby, and I wasn't. Tell me
what you can."
"Can we go home?
Please, Daddy!" Jennifer begged me.
"Well, I'll see, but we will talk there. Understand,
Jennifer?" I asked sternly.
She nodded.
I wasn't sure if Mr. Fried
needed a statement from Jennifer or not. I turned to him and asked, "Is
there anything we need to get or do before we go? And when can Jennifer return
to school?"
Mr. Fried answered,
"No, here is her homework. I already had it sent down. Well, today is
Thursday? She can come back to school on Monday. That should be all
right." Then he turned to my daughter and said, "Young lady, I hope
you have
learned an important
lesson."
Jennifer looked at me and I
nodded to her to answer him. "Yes, sir," she said respectfully.
I thanked Mr. Fried and we
shook hands. "Sorry she was a problem." Then I took Jennifer's hand
and said, "All right, come along." We drove home. I didn't try to talk
to her in the car, although I was impatient to find out more. I knew this
conversation would need
more concentration than I could spare from driving.
When we arrived home, I
brought Jennifer into the living room. I told her to sit on the couch, which is
where we usually had our family discussions. Fortunately, Lisa was out with the
baby, so we had the whole place to ourselves.
"All right, Jennifer,
now is the time for you to start talking to me," I instructed.
"But Daddy! I really
don't know what happened. Honest! One minute I was having a conversation with
this girl, and the next we were rolling around on the concrete. I didn't start
it though," she added.
I was getting a bit
impatient. How could she not know what happened? "What was your
conversation about? And, Jennifer, if she just attacked out of nowhere, why wouldn't
you talk to the teachers or the vice-principal? I don't think I've heard the
whole story, young lady,
and I had better hear it, and soon."
"Daddy! Don't get all
mad. Really, it was no big deal," she said flippantly.
She looked at me. I was
trying to stay calm. But if you knew what she had been up to of late, you wouldn't
be, either.
"Daddy, you know
Robin's enemy, Lorraine Grimm?"
Enemy? "Yes, I
remember that she and Robin don't like each other, although, I think enemy is a
bit stronger than I would put it. What about her? Is that who you fought
with?"
"Yes, Daddy. I was
sticking up for Robin, 'cause Lorraine was teasing her. But I didn't start the
fight; she did. But. . ."
"But what, young lady?
I want the full story, and I want it now. You know it is always better when I
find things out from you," I told her. I felt like a broken record when I
said this. If I had told her that once, I had told her a thousand times.
She was hedging. "Yes,
but Daddy, I really didn't do anything bad, honest! Like I said, Lorraine was
picking on Robin, and I stuck up for her, and then Lorraine pushed me, and I
pushed her back. I mean, Daddy, I can't let nobody push me, can
I?"
"Anybody."
"What?" she
asked.
"You can't let
*anybody* push you," I corrected.
"Whatever," Jenn
said, annoyed that I had interrupted her story to correct her grammar. Then she
continued, "Lorraine said that if I hit her again, that she would tell everyone
that I started it. So I pushed her again."
She looked at me, and I frowned. But I didn't say anything, not yet
anyway. My turn would come soon.
Jenn continued, "And
Daddy, her parents are on the school board; no one goes up against them. Mr.
Fried wouldn't have believed me anyway. And Uncle Jack wasn't there today, so I
figured I'd just keep my mouth shut."
"Jennifer, I think you'll find that Mr. Fried won't let anyone
get away with anything just because of who her parents are. When the school
asks what happened over something, you are to tell them. Do you understand me,
young lady?"
"Yes, Daddy."
Now it was my turn to
speak. "When you go to school on Monday, you will find Mr. Fried and you
will tell him. Now for what you did. When someone pushes you, it is NOT okay to
push back, much less to push a second time because of something she says. That
means that you helped start the fight."
"But Daddy. . ."
I shot Jennifer a warning
look. She knew I did not like to be interrupted. "Let me finish." I
paused. "While it is good to stick up for your sister, you are not to
start fights, nor to get into them when someone else starts fights."
"BUT DADDY, YOU WERE
NOT ON THE PLAYGROUND. YOU JUST DON'T UNDERSTAND!" Jennifer shouted and
got up from the couch. She started to walk away, but I pulled her back.
"Jennifer Lynn! Don't
you shout at me, and don't you even think of going anywhere until I say. You
are already in trouble, young lady, so don't make it any worse."
Then she started whining,
which I absolutely abhor. "But Daddy! You just don't get it! You can't
expect me to put up with someone hitting me. I'm almost in junior high; I'm not
some dumb little kid. Gimme a break!" Jennifer put her arms across her
chest, sat back down, and began to pout. It was not going to be a terrific evening.
I sighed and said, "I
don't expect you to "put up with it" but I do expect you not to hit
back. You may walk away, or find a teacher. But, unless you are in real danger,
you are not to fight, no matter who starts it. I know I have explained this
rule
before. Is it clear
now?"
In a very nasty tone,
Jennifer answered, "I gue---ss so!" I frowned and stared at my
wayward daughter. "And I might add, young lady, that I don't like your
tone and attitude. You would do well to shape them up, pronto."
"But Daddy! You're
being pigheaded!" Jennifer sneered.
I took a deep breath. I wasn't getting through to her. "It
seems that you aren't listening to what I'm saying. I will see if I can get my
message across in another way. Come with me, Jennifer Lynn!"
I grabbed Jenn's hand and
pulled her to my bedroom. Once there, I stood her in front of me as I sat in
the big, red chair. I had to push several of Lisa's clothes out of the way.
Fortunately, the chair was hardly ever used for anything except holding clothes,
and unfortunately, for spanking. I pulled down Jennifer's pants and panties, and
laid her across my lap. Without saying anything else, I began to spank her.
<smack> <smack>
<smack> <smack>
She yelled out, "Ow,
Daddy! NO! You're hitting me for hitting! That certainly doesn't seem
fair."
I was fed up with
Jennifer's outbursts by now. I continued the spanking, and started my lecture.
<smack> "Noooo, I am spanking you for fighting. <smack> And
for your snotty mouth <smack> and bad attitude <smack> and your
rudeness to me.
<smack> Are you going
to shape up <smack> and behave yourself, <smack> Young lady?"
"Ow! Daddy! Yes, I'm
sorrrrry! Ow, it hurts, please stop!" Jennifer cried. At last she was
truly sorry, I thought. It was time to end this. I gave the final four or five spanks.
<smack> <smack> <smack> <smack> <smack> "All
right, your spanking is
over. But not your
punishment. You are grounded from now through next Wednesday. And I want you to
stay in your room until dinnertime."
Jennifer stood up and said,
"Yes, Daddy," while she rubbed her bottom. I leaned down and pulled
Jenn's panties and pants up and then gave her a big hug. "I am sorry to
have to punish you, Baby. I hope you know that I still love you."
Jennifer had stopped
crying, and was rubbing her eyes. "I know you love me, Daddy, and I'm
sorry I was in a fight, and that I was rude to you. Maybe later you will listen
to why I did it, and be calm about it, if I can talk nicely to you?" she
asked,
without whining, I noticed.
I smiled. "Yes. If you
can talk nicely, I will listen to whatever you have to say. I will listen now
or later, whenever you are ready to talk about it, without getting sassy. Okay?"
"Okay, but right now I
am too tired to talk to you. Can I go to my room and lay down?"
"Yes, you may. I will
come up later to get you for dinner, or you may use the intercom if you want to
talk to me sooner."
"Okay, Daddy."
We did have our talk, later
that night. Jennifer tried to explain to me why sticking up for Robin was so
important to her. I understood that part, but I told her that fighting was not
the route to take. She said she would try to work things out other
ways, but I wondered. I
also hoped that Robin's "enemy", Lorraine, would stay away from my
daughters. It was something that was not to happen, though.
The end, for now.
(but see Archenemy)