The Long Car Ride

The Long Car Ride...a twin story (M/fff)

I don’t know what I was thinking. I must have been crazy. I knew I could have made the drive in four and a half hours. Alone. But to take a woman who’s almost seven months pregnant and two ten-year-old twins? Especially these particular twins? I definitely was crazy.

It was a Friday morning when we set off on our trip. I had taken off work and we had pulled the girls out of school. We were going to Maryland for the weekend. There was going to be a family reunion there. Why Maryland of all places? Why couldn’t it have been right here in New York? Oh well.

I let the girls take as much as they could carry in each of their knapsacks.

I figured this way they wouldn’t be too bored being in the car all day. I’d been on long car rides with them before, and knew they got restless very easily. Especially Robin. She always seemed to need to be doing something. Jenn, on the other hand, could be kept busy for hours just listening to music or looking at a fashion magazine. I couldn’t believe she was only ten. Sometimes I wondered if she was really a teenager in disguise.

It was early when we set out. Only 8 a.m. Again, I thought to myself that this wasn’t such a good idea. “Do you girls have everything you need? Remember it will be a long car ride.”

I looked at them. Jenn nodded. “Yes, Daddy, I got my walkman, a few magazines, a book Mommy said I had to read, and some games.”

I looked at Robin, who nodded as well. “Yes, Daddy, I got my crayons, a coloring book, some games, and some books.”

“Oh brother, Robin, how’re you gonna color while the car is moving?” Jenn snickered.

“I’ll do just fine, thank you very much,” Robin sneered.

“Now, now, Jennifer, if Robin wants to bring crayons, she may, and you are not to tease her. And Robin, you watch your tone of voice as well. This is not how I want to start our trip. If you’re both ready, let’s get into the car. I want to get going.”

The girls trudged along with Lisa. She had made sure that both girls had used the bathroom a few times, and that she had herself. I silently wondered if I should have rented a port-a-potty and pulled it behind the car.

The girls were pretty quiet, actually, in the back seat, for at least an hour. Then disaster struck. Jennifer’s walkman slowed down and died, although I did not know it yet.

“Awww, damnit,” Jenn said under her breath.

I heard her curse, even though she probably thought she had done it quietly. I was not pleased.

I said sharply, “Jennifer! *What* was that you said?”

She started to whine. “Dadddddy! My walkman died. I need new batteries!!”

“Didn't you bring spare batteries, Jennifer? You are old enough to know to do that. And you also know better than to use that tone.”

“But I didn't, Daddy, I thought these would be okaaaaay! And I was listening to my favorite tape. We have to stop. Can we, Daddy? Pleeeeeeeease?”

“Jennifer, we are not stopping for quite a while, and even then, I don't know if the rest stop will have a store that carries batteries. You just read your book and try to behave, okay?”

“But I don't want to read my book, Dadddddy!” Jennifer whined.

Robin just looked at her. “Here, Jenn, you can color with me,” Robin offered, holding out a coloring book and the box of 64 crayons that she had brought.

Jennifer cried, “I don't wanna color!” I watched in my rear-view mirror as she grabbed the book and threw it across the car, almost landing in my lap.

“All right, Jennifer, that is quite enough. You know better than to throw things, particularly in the car. That is dangerous.”

I continued to drive until I found a safe place to pull over. I didn’t usually like to do this in the middle of nowhere, but felt this was something I could not let continue.

I think Jenn started to panic when I pulled over, and got out of the car. I opened her door and led her out. I sat down in her spot and put her in front of me.

I looked at her and frowned. “You are getting a lesson in car manners, young lady, right now.”

She was shocked. “No, Daddy, not here!” she cried. Jenn looked over at Robin, but Robin turned away. I think she was embarrassed for her sister.

I lowered Jenn’s pants, but not her panties, and pulled her across my knees, which were sticking out of the car on the side away from the road. I began to hand spank her. {Smack} {Smack} {Smack} {Smack} {Smack}

Jenn cried out, “Owwwwwwwww, DADDDDY! Not here!”

But I did not relent. {Smack} {Smack} “You chose to act up {Smack} here {Smack} so you will be punished {Smack} here.” {Smack

Jenn was sobbing. “Owwwwwwww, DADDDDY! I'm sorrry! I'll be good, pleeease!”

{Smack}{Smack}{Smack} “You will not {Smack} throw things, {Smack} particularly in the car.” {Smack}{Smack}{Smack}

“Owwww, yes, Daddddddy!”

{Smack} “And I don't {Smack} want to hear any whining {Smack} or any cursing either {Smack} for the rest of this trip, {Smack} young lady. {Smack} Is that clear?” {Smack}{Smack}

Jennifer sobbed out a “Yes, sir.”

I finished with a few well-placed smacks on her sit spot. I knew she wouldn’t sit comfortably for the rest of the trip, but hopefully she would behave.

{Smack} {Smack} {Smack} {Smack} “All right, Jenn, your spanking is over. I love you, and I hope I won’t need to discuss these things again this trip.”

“No, sir,” she said.

I stood her up and quickly pulled up her pants. I hugged her to me. She hugged me back, and sobbed a little. I took out my handkerchief and wiped at her tears. “Now get back in, sit down and behave yourself.”

“Yes, Daddy,” she said.

I made sure her seat belt was fastened. Then I went around and got back into my seat. Lisa and I exchanged a look. It wasn’t the first and I’m sure it wouldn’t be the last time I would have to do that. Such was an unpleasant experience for any parent, I would imagine.

The girls sat quietly for the next leg of the trip. After a while I stopped for gas. There was a convenience store attached to the gas station. Lisa and the girls got out to use the bathroom and stretch their legs.

Jennifer came over to me while I was filling up the tank. “Daddy?” she asked shyly. “Can we buy batteries for my walkman? Pleeease?”

I could not believe she was even asking. But then I remembered she had been punished, and I looked down at her. She had asked nicely, and I thought to myself, she would be quiet the rest of the trip if she had her beloved walkman to listen to.

“Do they have them here? How many does it take?” I asked, as I filled the car with gas.

“I think four, Daddy. It needs the double A kind.” I watched as she ran into the store. Robin started to run after her. She turned back to me and asked, “Can we get candy, Daddy? Please?”

I turned to follow, having finished with the gas. I went into the store and looked down at Robin, who was surveying the racks of candy. “Well, one piece of candy for each of you, okay?”

I went over and found Jennifer looking at the rows of batteries. The ones she needed were there, but when she showed me the price, I nearly did a double take. They sold for $6.99 a pair. “This must be a roadside trap. That is way too much, Jenn. We'll get you new batteries when we get closer to your uncle’s.

“No, Dadddy, pleeease! I want them now!” Jenn said, trying hard not to whine.

“Just one, Daddy? Can’t we get a big bag each? Please?” Robin asked, already at my side.

I looked between one and the other. “Jennifer, I said no. Robin, you can have one each or a spanking instead if you keep whining.”

I heard Lisa yell from the car, asking if we were ready yet. I knew she was getting more and more uncomfortable as her pregnancy wore on, and wondered again if this trip was a good idea or not.

I looked at Robin, “Now will you take your candy and behave, or not? Mommy is waiting for us.”

“I just want to be able to get more than one, please. This won’t last very long,” Robin said, holding up one piece of candy.

“Daddy, pleeeease get the batteries. I’ll pay you back when we get home. I neeeeeeed them!” Jenn whined.

As I stood deciding what to do, I saw my wife come into the store. She looked at the three of us and frowned. “What’s going on here, Charlie?” she asked.

“We have two whiny little girls. I think they both need a time out.” I looked again at Lisa and then back and forth between the two girls. “Girls, back to the car, now. I want you each to put your head in a corner of the seat and keep quiet for the next ten minutes...Now scoot,” I said, giving each of them a smack on the rear, ”and no more whining.”

Robin looked up at me and started to protest. “Awwwww, but Dadddy!”

“Robin, don’t. You go do as I say right now,” I told her sharply.

She returned to the car sans candy, feeling pretty dejected. I did not feel that bad for her. We were barely halfway to Maryland, and I was already pretty annoyed. I was thinking we should have refused that invite after all.

I looked at Jennifer. She still had not moved. “Daddddddy, pleeeease?” she begged.

“No, now go right now before you get more than a time out,” I said giving her another sharp smack to the rear. I paid for my gas and followed Lisa back to the car.

After ten minutes of utter quiet, I announced, “All right, girls, your time outs are over. But you will behave for the rest of the trip. If either of you get out of line again, I will not be happy about it -- and neither will you. Is that understood?”

“Yes, sir,” Jenn said.

Robin agreed. “Yes, Daddy.”

And they were actually good for the next hour or so. We stopped at a McDonald’s for lunch. The girls didn’t even complain that there was no play area. I guess they were getting too big for it anyway. They said please and thank you and ate their whole meals. I thought maybe we would get to our destination without any further problems. I would be wrong, of course.

After lunch and some more driving, I started to hear squabbling. I tried to ignore it at first, but it just got louder.

“Stop it, Jennifer, give it back!” Robin yelled quietly. It was more like a harsh whisper, but it was impossible to ignore.

I looked over at Lisa, but she had fallen asleep. I did not want to wake her. As quietly as I could, but so they could both hear me, I said, “Robin, Jennifer, what is going on back there?”

“Daddy! Jenn took my crayons and won't give them back,” Robin explained.

I sighed. Why me? I was about to scold Jennifer when I heard a shout and a smack. Oh boy!

“Jenn, gimme!” Robin yelled and apparently smacked her sister hard.

“Owww, Daddy! Robin smacked me!” Jenn whined.

I heard Lisa stir. Then she sighed. I sighed too. Looked like I was going to have to deal with this now as well.

“Robin, Jennifer!” I said very sternly. “I want you both sitting up quietly, hands in your laps. There is a rest stop up ahead and I will pull-off and deal with this there.”

I paused and no one said a word. I think they might have realized they went a bit too far.

“You are both in trouble, just to be clear,” I explained. I didn’t want any problems that they hadn’t been properly warned.

In my rear view mirror, I saw the girls exchange looks.

“No, Daddy, I'm sorry,” Robin said. She turned to Jennifer. “I’m sorry I smacked you.”

I noticed her voice had gotten a bit of an edge to it. She was on the verge of crying.

Jenn responded, “It’s okay, it didn’t really hurt. Daddy? I’ll give her the crayons back. I was just kidding around. Please?”

It was amazing. One minute they were at odds with each other, the next they were a team, against me: the big bad Daddy.

“A bit late for that, girls,” I said simply.

I reached the rest stop and pulled off. It wasn’t one of the big ones with the restaurants and game room. This was a small one with just a building with bathrooms in it, some pay phones, and a lawn with picnic tables. The tables were scattered and there was a dog run, separated from the road by a little ways.

I opened my door and opened Robin’s door. I looked in and told the girls to get out.

“Daddy, pleeease!” Jenn cried.

“No, Daddy, I'm sorry!” Robin echoed her sister’s cry.

I put my hands on my hips and just stared at them. “Now girls. You were warned, and I won't put up with any more of this.”

Very reluctantly they got out of the car. I took each of them by the hand and led them over to a picnic table. No one else was around.

“Robin, stay right there,” I said, sitting her down on one bench. “Jennifer, you are first.”

“Daddy, please don't spank me again,” she cried. “I'm sorry. I was just fooling around. I didn't know Robin would get so upset.”

“It’s too late for an ‘I’m sorry’, Jennifer Lynn. And besides you know well enough that that won’t get you out of a punishment. Your behavior today has been atrocious and you know it.”

I sat down on the bench, pulled down Jennifer’s bottoms and pulled her across my lap. I lifted my hand and began her second spanking of the day.

{Smack} {Smack} {Smack} {Smack} “Jennifer, {Smack} you do not {Smack} take your sisters things {Smack} much less refuse to give them back.” {Smack} {Smack}

She started to fuss immediately. I held her in place as she wriggled around, trying to avoid my smacks. “Oowwwww, Dadddy, I'm sorrry! Ouch!” she yelled.

I looked over at Robin. She had her head buried in her hands and was quietly sobbing. She knew she was next. I returned my attention to Jennifer.

{Smack}{Smack} “You should be, {Smack} young lady. {Smack} {Smack} After this, {Smack} I want you to apologize to Robin {Smack} nicely.”

I smacked her bottom a few more times. {Smack} {Smack} {Smack} {Smack} “Okay, your spanking is over, Jennifer. Stand up and wait for Robin, please.”

Jenn stood up, rubbing her bottom. I leaned over and pulled up her pants. I pointed to a tree not too far away and said, “Go stand there while I deal with your sister.”

She cried, “I'm sorry, Daddy.”

“That's good,” I said, pointing to the tree. “Now go.”

I watched Jenn walk slowly over to the tree, rubbing her bottom. Oh yes, she would behave now for the rest of the trip.

“Robin, it is your turn.”

She came over to me, already sobbing. I took down her pants and pulled her over my lap. I began her spanking immediately.

{Smack} {Smack} {Smack} {Smack} “Robin, {Smack} you do not {Smack} {Smack} hit your sister, {Smack}{Smack} not ever. {Smack}{Smack} Is that clear?” {Smack}{Smack}

She tried to nod and said, “Owwwww, yes, sir...I’m sorrrry, Daddy, she just made me so mad. Stoppp, pleease!”

But I didn’t. {Smack} {Smack} “No matter how mad {Smack} you are, {Smack} you do not hit your sister. {Smack} No matter what. {Smack}{Smack} Understand me?” {Smack} {Smack}

“Yes, sir. I'm sorrrry!” she cried.

{Smack}{Smack} “You should be. {Smack} This is absolutely unacceptable. {Smack}{Smack} I don't want this to happen again.”

“It won’t. I promise, Daddy,” Robin said, sobbing.

I gave a few more well placed spanks on her sit spot.

{Smack} {Smack} {Smack} {Smack} {Smack} “All right, Robin, your spanking is over. I want you and Jennifer to make up.”

I called Jennifer over and hugged her tight. I hugged Robin as well, and then made it a three-way hug. Then I bowed out and watched as the two of them hugged each other tight.

I smiled as they apologized to each other. It’s a shame that it took a spanking to get them to make up, but I knew Lisa and I were raising them right. They were pretty much good kids. They just needed a reminder every once in a while.

The remainder of the trip was quiet, as I knew it would be. The family reunion turned out to be great. Everyone got along and had a fabulous time. By the end of the weekend, we were already making plans for the next one.

“But,” I added into the conversation. “Next year let’s make it in New York.”

The end.