Robin's Camp...a twin story (M/ffm, F/f)
By SamPast and Huggedlots
Copyright © 1999
It was late spring,
approaching summer. Robin was trying to get her summer planned out by applying
for a summer job. She was hoping to work at this camp not too far from her
house. Her parents had promised her that as soon as she was old enough, she
could get a job as a C.I.T (Counselor in Training). But when she went to the
camp, the director told her that she could work as a CIT at the age of 13, but
she would have to pay them one hundred dollars for the summer. He told her the
next summer when she worked, she would be paid one hundred dollars for the
summer. Robin was disappointed. On one hand, she loved kids and wanted so
desperately to work in the camp. On the other hand, she couldn't imagine having
to pay to work there. The whole idea was to get paid for her first real job.
"Forget it, I won't do
it," Robin insisted.
"But honey, you wanted
to work there so badly," Lisa reasoned.
"Mommy, I'm not going
to pay the camp so I can work. Forget it, I'll find something else. The whole
idea is to get some extra spending money," Robin said.
The next day at school,
Robin told her friends what happened when she went to the camp.
"That sucks,"
Debbie said.
"Yeah, I know, oh,
what am I gonna do? I want to work with kids so much!" Robin whined.
Karen said, "Me, too.
I was going to join you at the camp. I guess I'll be a mother's helper like my
mom suggested."
Robin said, "Yeah, I
guess me, too, but I want more responsibility. I don't want to just be with a
kid while the mother is there, I want to babysit and be in charge. Also, I
would get more money, then."
Debbie suggested, "Why
don't you make a babysitter's club like in that book?"
Karen said, "Yeah,
right! Like we could pull that off!"
"Hey, why not? We
could do it!" Robin got enthusiastic; she loved the idea.
"Would you do it with
us, Deb?" she asked.
Debbie said, "Oh,
Robin, you know I don't like little kids, like you do. Besides, this summer, I
have to help my father paint houses. He's counting on me, Sorry!"
"Okay, well, there's
me, you-Karen, and we'll find a couple other girls, and I can get
Jennifer." The wheels in Robin's head were already turning.
Debbie said, "Hold on.
Somehow I can't picture Jennifer babysitting a bunch of snotty-nosed kids.
You'd better count her out, too."
"Hmmm, we'll
see," Robin thought.
Later, when Robin met up
with Jennifer at the flagpole, she couldn't wait to tell Jennifer her summer
idea. But when she saw Jennifer's face, she decided to wait.
"Jenn, what's wrong?
Have you been crying?" Robin asked.
"Yeah, I'm in big
trouble!" Jenn cried.
"What happened?"
Robin asked.
Jennifer showed Robin a
piece of paper, "I failed my Spanish test. Mommy and Daddy are gonna kill
me!"
Robin looked at the test.
Jennifer had got a lot of it wrong.
"Well, did you
study?" asked Robin.
"NO, that's why I'm
gonna be in trouble. I didn't know about the test. It was today, and she
already marked the papers and returned them. Wasn't that nice?" Jenn asked
sarcastically.
Robin said, "Well,
Mommy and Daddy are gonna want to know why you didn't know about the test, so
try it out on me, and tell me the whole story."
Jennifer said,"Well,
on Friday, I don't know why, I just didn't feel like going to class, so I
cut."
"You cut? What, are
you crazy? Why would you cut class? Oh, Jennifer, this is really bad,"
Robin stated.
"I know, Robin, you
don't think I don't know that? That was the stupidest thing to do. And then I
didn't even call anyone to find out what I missed! That was my second mistake.
So I walked in today totally blind and we had this big test. And I know if I
had studied, I would have done pretty well." Jennifer continued to cry.
The girls had been walking
home while having this conversation. Now they were almost to their house.
"What am I gonna do,
Robin? I have to walk in that door, and show Mommy and Daddy this test, because
I have to get it signed. Then I have to explain why I failed. What do you
think? Should I tell them that I tried my best, but it was just too hard?"
Jenn asked.
They were standing in the
driveway, now.
"Jenn, I don't think
you should lie. It'll only get you in more trouble, you know that. Besides, if
you tell them you did the best you could, they'll want to get you a Spanish
tutor, and believe me, having a tutor is no picnic. And also, you know that
eventually, you'll feel guilty for lying, you'll tell the truth, and you'll be
in double trouble. So just tell the truth now. The punishment will be bad, but
then you'll be over it," Robin advised.
"I know you're right,
Robin, but I don't want to do it," Jenn said. "Oh, well, here goes
nothing."
The girls walked into the
house. Robin said hello to her parents. Her dad was off today, otherwise he
wouldn't have been home until later. She wanted to tell them all about her
plan, but what with Jennifer's test, she knew that now was not a good time. She
would wait. She grabbed a snack and went upstairs.
Jennifer walked into the
living room where her parents were sitting.
"Hi, Mommy, Daddy, uh,
I need you to sign this test," Jennifer said slowly.
Charlie looked up at Jenn
with a questioning look. "What is it, Jennifer?"
Jenn felt very frightened,
but decided that the truth was her best plan. "Umm, Daddy, Mommy,"
Jenn paused, looked at the floor, and scuffed her foot on the carpet not able
to go on.
"Come on, Jenn,"
Charlie said, "it can't be that bad, can it?"
"Yes, Sir, it really
can," Jenn replied. "Um, I cut Spanish class on Friday, so I didn't
know that we were going to have a test today, so I didn't study, and I failed
it."
Jenn talked so fast that
her words almost slurred together.
Charlie sighed.
"Jennifer, look at me, young lady!"
Jenn quickly looked up as
she heard the stern note in her father's voice. He continued, "First of
all, I am very disappointed in you. You know that cutting class is wrong. Have
you done this before, Young Lady?"
"Yes, Daddy,"
Jenn replied, knowing better than to lie.
"And, how long has
THIS BEEN GOING ON?" Her father's voice was getting louder by the moment.
Jenn started to shake,
knowing that this was not going to be easy. "I don't know, Sir,"
Jennifer said tentatively.
"You What?" her
father bellowed at her. "You had best begin to explain, young lady!"
"Well," Jenn
began, "I just get bored in class sometimes and I, I, I . . ." She
just couldn't go on, and began to cry.
"Let me get this
straight. You get BORED?"
"Yes, Daddy, I do, I'm
sorry," Jennifer said quietly.
Lisa suddenly interrupted
and said, "Jenn, you usually get straight A's, so I am going to believe
you."
Charlie looked at his wife
in amazement. She said, "Sometimes, Charlie, we have to listen to the
girls, not just get angry. That doesn't mean, Jenn, that you are in any way to
take that to mean I agree with what you did. You will definitely be punished.
But sweetheart, why haven't you told us this?"
"I don't know, Mom. I
thought you would think I was bragging or something. I don't know why I didn't
just tell you," Jenn said.
Lisa continued,
"Charlie, her test scores are way above average, and her grades are
excellent. I think that maybe we were wrong to put her in regular classes. I
think we need to move her up to Honors classes, so that she will be more
challenged."
Charlie relented a little,
"You might be right, but that doesn't mitigate what she has done."
Lisa said, "I know
that. They are two separate issues, but I also think we need to consider the
validity of what she is telling us as well."
Jenn was so confused at
this point she didn't know what to think. Her dad sure looked a lot less angry,
and her mother was actually taking her side.
Lisa turned to Jennifer.
"Jenn, tomorrow we are going to call the school and speak to the
counselor, okay? If they won't move you now, they will at the end of the
semester. And the work in Honors classes will keep you challenged, I promise
you that."
Jenn wasn't worried that
she could keep up; a lot of her friends were in Honors classes, and they got to
do really cool assignments. She smiled at her mom and said, "Thank
you."
"Now, young lady, that
does not get you off the hook," her mom said.
"Yes, Ma'am,"
Jenn replied. "I know what I did was wrong, and I know that Daddy is going
to punish me, but I am soooo relieved that you understand."
Charlie said, "Let's
go into the bedroom."
Jennifer followed her
father into her parents' bedroom.
"Come here,
Jenn," he said.
"Yes, sir," Jenn
said.
Reluctantly, Jenn moved
over to her father, where he quickly pulled down her pants and panties, and
swiftly pulled her across his knees. He spanked hard and fast, and Jenn was
soon crying in pain.
He paused, and asked her,
"Jenn, you realize that what you did by cutting classes was wrong, don't
you?"
"Yes, Daddy,"
Jenn replied through her tears.
Charlie continued,
"And, SWAT, you SWAT, won't SWAT, do SWAT, it SWAT, again SWAT SWAT, will
you SWAT SWAT SWAT?"
"OUCHHHHH, No, Sir, I
won't, I promise."
Charlie quickly put her on
her feet, and held her close. He spoke softly, "You know what you did was
wrong, Jenn, but you should also know by now, young lady, that you need to tell
your mother and I about these things. You really could save yourself a lot of
trouble that way."
"Yes, Daddy, you're
right!" she answered, while her head was buried on his shoulder.
Charlie patted her back and
pulled up her pants and panties. Jenn knew that her punishment could have been
a lot worse and was relieved that it wasn't, until her dad said,
"Jennifer, you are also grounded for two weeks, no phone, no TV, no
friends over, understood?"
Jennifer knew better than
to argue. "Yes, Sir," Jenn sighed. So much for thinking she had
gotten off lightly.
"Now go up to your
room until dinnertime," her father said.
Jenn ran quickly up to her
room where Robin was doing her homework. Robin looked up and saw that Jenn
wasn't crying as hard as she figured she would be.
"You okay, Jenn?"
"Yeah. Daddy wasn't as
hard on me as I thought he would be, but I am also grounded for two weeks.
Damnnnnn, I had plans," Jennifer said while rubbing her sore bottom.
"How rotten is their
mood, Jenn?" Robin asked.
"I think they are
okay, why?" Jennifer asked her sister. "Did you get in trouble,
too?"
"No, nothing like
that. I just wanted to run an idea by them," Robin replied. She filled
Jenn in on her babysitter's club idea.
Jenn said, "Count me
out, please. I don't like taking care of kids. Besides I can think of ten
better ways I can spend my summer. But good luck with Mommy and Daddy. They
almost still think WE need babysitters."
"Hmmm, I better give
this some thought before I approach them," Robin said, "Thanks for
the advice. And I'm glad they were easy on you."
"Well, it wasn't that
easy," Jennifer chuckled as she rubbed her sore bottom.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
A few months later, Robin
sat at the dining room table with Karen, Christy, and Rebecca.
"Okay, so we got four
kids booked so far. What do you guys think?" Robin asked.
"I think it's great,
Robin," Karen said. "My mother's not too sure, though. She thinks
we're too young."
"Yeah, and my mother
doesn't think I'm responsible enough," Christy said.
"Well, my parents were
a little down on the idea in the beginning, but they trust me to make it
work," Robin said.
"My mother's just glad
that we're using our backyard," Rebecca stated. "I guess because it's
got a built-in pool, and a fence around the whole yard. It makes me feel
better, too."
Robin agreed, "Yeah,
at least we can't lose anyone that way. And it's cool that you live right next
door to a playground. That's why it's like we're having our own summer camp.
I'm so excited. I can't wait until school ends and summer begins."
The excitement was
contagious, and the other girls started to really get into the plans.
~~~~~~~~~~~
The day had arrived. Robin
had taken out several books from the library for the children to read, along
with books of making arts and crafts projects. She had used the money that the
parents had given her in advance for purchasing arts and crafts supplies, and
other things.
Lisa and Charlie couldn't
help but be proud of all the effort Robin was putting into this. They knew deep
down that it would not last, and Robin's camp would be closed before the end of
the summer, but they didn't have the heart to tell her this.
Jennifer, on the other
hand, was taking two classes in summer school. Her parents wanted her to pull
her grades up before she would be placed in Honors classes next year. She
wasn't too happy about going to summer school, but she was glad she didn't have
to help Robin out with watching a bunch of bratty kids.
"Well, good luck,
Robin, you'll need it!" Jenn said as she walked out the door, schoolbag in
hand.
"Thanks a lot. Have
fun in school!" Robin called out after her sister. She was glad she didn't
have to go to summer school. She could think of nothing worse to do in the
summer than have to sit in a sticky, hot classroom and learn more Spanish, or
even math, which she usually liked.
Lisa gave Robin some last
minute advice before she headed to Rebecca's house.
"Mom, I know! We have
a first aid kit, and besides Rebecca's mother will be around sometimes. And we
know not to let the kids in the pool without us there, and the yard is fenced
in, so they have nowhere to get to. I know all this. I have to leave,"
Robin whined.
"Big babysitters do
not whine, Robin, remember that, or big babysitters will have a bar of soap in
their mouths, got it?" Charlie warned.
"Yes, Daddy, I got it.
Can I go now?" Robin asked a little too impatiently.
"Do you want to ask
that question again, young lady?" Charlie asked.
Robin took a deep breath.
"I love you, Daddy, Mommy, but I really have to go. I don't want to be
late my first day. Okay?" she said.
"Okay, have fun, and
try to stay calm. And remember these are little kids, they get tired and whiny,
like other kids I know, anyway, try to stay cool and don't lose your
patience," Lisa suggested.
"Okay, Mom, see ya
later! Bye, Daddy!" Robin left before her parents could give her any more
advice.
The first day was a big
success. Robin, Karen, Christy, and Rebecca had no problems with the twelve
kids who were signed up. The youngest kid was four, while the oldest was ten.
Ten? Could you believe it? Those few kids were only three years younger than
the babysitters! But there were only two ten-year-olds. The girls didn't need
to really watch them too much.
They did art projects, had
a story time, went swimming, went to the playground, had lunch, even had a nap
time, while the two ten-year-olds and the four babysitters watched t.v. When
the little ones woke up, they had a snack time, and then the parents came to
pick them up. All in all, it was a very successful day.
"I'm exhausted,"
Christy said. "I didn't realize how much work it would be."
"Yeah, only 39 more
days to go," Karen said as she plopped down on the couch.
"Oh, it wasn't that
bad. I thought it was great. How about you, Rebecca? What'd you think?"
Robin asked.
"I thought it was
good. But I am tired. I had better get to sleep early tonight," she said.
~~~~~~~~~~
The next few weeks went
smoothly also. Sure, they had their share of fights and a few little scrapes,
but the camp kept going. Around the fourth week of the summer, they got some
bad news.
"What are we gonna
do?" Robin asked Rebecca.
"I don't know. I can't
believe Christy's mom won't let her do it anymore, and Karen is sick. Man, I
had the chicken pox when I was five," Rebecca said.
"I'm afraid I have
some more bad news, girls," Rebecca's mom came out to join them in the
backyard.
"What's wrong,
Mom?" Rebecca asked.
"Your Aunt Mary, in
Idaho, is sick, and I have to fly out there to take care of her. And you have
to come with me," she said.
"What? Why?"
Rebecca asked.
"Why is she sick or
why do we have to go?" Mrs. Hearst asked.
"I mean, why do I have
to go? Why can't I stay home with Daddy?" Rebecca asked.
"Daddy has to
work," Mrs. Hearst said. She then turned to Robin, "I'm sorry, Robin,
I'm afraid you won't be able to use our backyard for the next two weeks."
"But you promised it.
I'm sorry Aunt Mary is sick, but all these kids and their parents are counting
on this," Robin whined.
"Like I said, I'm
sorry, Robin, you'll just have to find somewhere else for a little while.
Hopefully, we'll be back soon. Come on, Rebecca, let's go pack," Mrs.
Hearst said.
"I'll be right there,
Mom. Oh, god, I'm so sorry, Robin, I wish I could stay and help you. My mother
won't let me, though. What are you gonna do?" Rebecca asked.
"I have no idea,"
Robin said wistfully.
~~~~~~~~~~~~
Robin sat on her bed,
wondering how she got stuck all alone with this babysitting idea. All but four
of the parents had pulled their children out, and she was determined to show
her parents that she could pull it off, no matter what. Deciding that sitting
there, wasn't going to help, Robin got on the phone and started calling friends
to see if any of them would help her. After exhausting her entire phone book,
she decided to call Libby. She knew that Libby was a little wild, and one of
Jenn's friends, but hey, a warm body, is a warm body and she was desperate.
"Hi, Libby,"
Robin said, "How are you?"
"Fine, Robin, I'm
surprised to hear from you. Where's Jennifer?" Libby asked.
"Ohh, Jenn's around,
she's doing homework, and I wanted to talk to you about something."
"Okay, I'm
listening," Libby said.
"Well, did you know
that I started a babysitting service?"
"Yeah," Libby
said, "how's it going?"
"Well, everyone had to
leave and I have four kids left and no partner, and I was wondering if you
would consider helping me out, for a cut of the money," Robin said
quickly.
Libby thinks for only a
split second. She had been in trouble with her folks and had quite a large debt
to pay off. She hated kids, but hey a job is a job, and how hard could it be?
She startled Robin by
saying, "Sure, I'll help. When do you need me?"
"Well, Monday morning,
around 7:30, here at my house. That would be great. Okay?" Robin asked.
"Sure, I'll be
there," Libby said. Robin sighed a huge sigh of relief.
Jenn came up to their room
shortly after Robin's phone call to Libby, and Robin filled her in.
"What? Are you nuts,
Robin? Jenn asked, "After all the trouble Libby got me into last year, you
would even think of asking her?"
"Well, desperate times
call for desperate measures." Robin answered fliply.
"I sure hope she
doesn't get you in trouble, Robin," Jennifer warned.
Monday rolled around all
too quickly, and Robin was up and ready for another week of kids. The four kids
arrive and are all there by 8 am, but as yet, no sign of Libby. Robin starts
some games, and Libby strolls in around 9 am.
"Where have you
been?" asked Robin.
"Well, I couldn't get
a ride, but I am here, aren't I?"
Robin introduced Libby to
the kids, and told her that they will each take two to watch, so that neither
of them are overloaded. Libby decided to take her two inside and watch some TV.
Robin's kids wanted to play outside, so they split up. About an hour later,
Robin went in to prepare a morning snack, and was shocked to see Libby on the
phone, and only one of the two kids were watching TV.
"LIBBY!" Robin
yelled, "Where is Jeff?"
"Well, ummm, he was
here just a minute ago," Libby said as she looked around.
"GET OFF THE
PHONE!" Robin yelled.
"Okay, okay, don't
blow a gasket, Robin. Sheesh, how far can a four-year-old go?" Libby said.
They both searched the
house, and Robin finally found Jeff in her parent's room, coloring on their new
comforter with some markers that Libby had let him draw with.
"Oh MY GOD!"
Robin yelled.
Jeff started to cry, and
she immediately went to comfort him.
"What am I gonna to
say to my parents?" Robin asked aloud.
Libby said, "Robin,
this is a drag, I don't know why I let you talk me into this! I am out of
here."
Libby stalked off, leaving Robin
to take the blame and watch all of the kids. Robin managed them all, but
wondered how she was going to tell her Mom, who really didn't think this was
such a good idea in the first place.
Around three, Lisa came
home with Stephen and Melissa after spending the day with Aunt Joan.
"How is
everything?" Lisa asked.
"Well Mom, I really
need to talk to you," Robin answered glumly.
After taking one look at
Robin's face, Lisa knew something was up. "What is it Robin?"
"Mom, I can't talk
now, I have to get the kids up from their naps, get them changed, and fed some
snacks. Can you help me please?"
Lisa is a little surprised
that Robin has asked her to help. She knew how independent Robin had been
trying to be. "Where is Libby, Hon?"
"Well, that is one of
the things I have to talk to you about, Mom," Robin answered.
Lisa helped Robin and
finally they got a moment to talk.
"Mom, I know you are
going to be mad at me, and I know you have every right to be, but it really
wasn't my fault!" she said.
Lisa was becoming
impatient. "Robin, please take a deep breath and tell me what you are
talking about."
"Well, it's like
this," Robin began and proceeded to tell her Mom what had happened.
Lisa went to her bedroom to
look at the damage, and stood there in shock. Her beautiful new bedspread was
ruined, and she's sure none of those marker spots will come out. Robin finally
says goodbye to the last of her four charges and heads to her parents' bedroom.
"I am really sorry,
Mom," Robin said.
"I know hon, and
although this really isn't totally your fault, I do wish you had used better
judgement in asking Libby for help. You knew she was irresponsible, and you
promised your dad and I that she had changed," Lisa said regretfully.
"I had hoped that she
had, Mom, really I had, and well, I guess I was desperate. What can I do to
make this up to you?" Robin is so tired that tears slowly roll down her
face.
"Robin, go get me
Libby's phone number please. I am going to call her Mom and discuss this,"
Lisa announced. Robin wants to ask her mom not to do that, but knows that it
would be useless, so she goes to get the number. Lisa called Libby's mom, who
agrees to come over and discuss the situation.
A while later the doorbell
rings, and Libby and her mom are there. Lisa offers Mary, Libby's mom some
coffee and they all go into the kitchen. Libby is glaring at Robin, trying to
figure out how to get out of this. After Lisa gives Mary the rundown of what
happened, and how Libby walked away, Mary is furious.
"Well, young lady, do
you have anything to say for yourself?"
Libby looks at her feet and
says nothing.
"I can't hear you,
young lady. Apologize right this minute!"
Libby looks at Lisa and
apologizes for not watching Jeff more closely. Mary then says, "You have
another apology to make, young lady!"
Libby mumbles sorry to
Robin.
"Well, Lisa, you can
be sure that Libby and I will thoroughly discuss this when we get home,"
Mary said.
Libby winces, knowing full
well what her mom means by the term "discuss". She knows that shortly
after she gets home she will be across her mom's knee receiving a lecture
accentuated by the hairbrush her mom usually used.
Mary continued, "In
addition, I would like Libby to reimburse you for the bedspread, Lisa. How much
was it?"
"Well," Lisa
said, "it was not that expensive, but on sale it was $99.00."
"Okay, I guess if
Libby works with Robin, and is careful and does a good job, then she will be
able to pay you off in about three weeks with her share of the babysitting
money," Mary stated firmly.
"But MOM," Libby
said, "I hate babysitting, and I don't want to be stuck here for three
weeks."
"Well, I would say
that that is too bad for you, young lady. YOU will do as you are told. AND if I
hear that you are not doing your share of the work, or watching these little
ones, you will be standing up ALL day as you do your job. IS THAT CLEAR?"
"Yes, Ma'am,"
Libby said, looking at her feet again.
"Well Lisa, Robin, I
am very sorry that Libby was so irresponsible, but I can assure you she will be
here on time tomorrow morning, and with a much different attitude," Mary
said, and then grabbed Libby's hand and marched her daughter out.
Lisa couldn't help but
chuckle out loud; she knew what was going to happen to Libby once she got home.
Robin turned to her Mom,
"Are you going to punish me, Mommy?"
"Tell me, Robin, what
have you learned here?" Lisa asked.
Robin is a bit confused,
wondering what her mom wants her to say. "Well, first of all, I learned
that just having someone here isn't so great, it has to be someone good. And I
guess I have to keep a better eye on people I work with."
Since that
wasn't entirely the answer Lisa wanted, she said, "Well hon, not only
that, but you also have to be sure that your instructions are very clear. If
you didn't think that Libby knew the rules of the house, then you should not
have trusted her in here by herself, now should you?"
"No, Mom, I guess
not," Robin said carefully. She knew she was on thin ice already. She was
just waiting for her mother to tell her she was going to get a spanking.
But all her mother said
was, "Okay, enough said. I know you are tired, and it has been a traumatic
day. Come help me with dinner, and we will hope for a better day
tomorrow."
Robin couldn't believe it.
She wasn't going to get punished for stupidly trusting Libby. She promised
herself then and there that the rest of the summer would go by without any more
incidents.
~~~~~~~
Robin was able to keep that
promise for about a week and a half. Libby was there every day, unhappy, but
there, none-the-less. She didn't make any more mistakes, but then again, Robin
didn't let Libby out of her sight for a second. Robin couldn't trust her. The
kids didn't seem to notice that Robin and Libby weren't friends. They did
everything they had to do, and tried not to get in each other's way.
A few more parents had
brought their kids back after hearing good things from the other parents. Now
they had seven kids. And even better news was that Karen was given a clean bill
of health and was able to come back to the camp. Robin was very happy about
that.
It was Wednesday morning,
when Karen came back to work. When she saw Libby, her mouth dropped open.
"Wh-what's she doing
here?" Karen asked about Libby.
"Oh, she works here
now, too. Don't worry, I don't like her either," Robin admitted.
"I absolutely hate
Libby. And I won't work with her. It's either her or me!" Karen announced.
By this time, Libby had
come over to where Robin and Karen were standing, and had overheard what Karen
had said.
"Well, I don't like
you either, Karen, if it makes you feel any better," Libby said nastily.
Oh, God, not again, Robin
thought to herself, "Aww, come on girls, we can all work together for the
sake of the kids, can't we?"
"NO, I'm sorry, Robin,
I can't work with Libby. You have to decide, either she goes or I do,"
Karen said, and then crossed her arms across her chest.
Robin didn't know what to
do. Even though she would have liked at this point to get rid of Libby, she
knew that Libby owed her mother money.
Libby said, "I'll make
it easy for you, Robin. I'll go, but then you have to pay the rest of the money
to your mother. How's that?"
Robin looked at Karen and
then nodded, "Yes, okay, I'll do it."
"All right, I'm outta
here," and with that, Libby was gone in a flash.
Having settled that matter,
Karen got right to work setting up for the children. They would be arriving any
minute.
Robin sat down to count the
money she had made so far over the summer. After having to buy stuff for the
camp, and then paying her mother back for what Libby did, she didn't have much
left for herself. But she had proven she could make it work, and that's all
that mattered to her at the moment.
Of course, when her mother
came home that afternoon and wanted to know where Libby was, Robin was too
afraid to tell the truth.
"Oh, Mommy, she quit.
She and Karen aren't friends, and when Libby saw Karen, she just left,"
Robin sobbed. She hoped her mother didn't know she was faking it. "But I
don't care, I'll just give you the rest of the money that Libby was supposed to
give you. I'm glad to be rid of her anyway."
"Are you sure,
Robin?" Lisa asked concerned.
"Yea, it's fine, it's
worth it to me, to be rid of Libby," Robin answered.
Unbeknownst to Robin, Lisa
called Mary to tell her about Libby's latest irresponsibility. Of course, Mary
told Lisa that Libby said Robin had fired her. Neither mother knew which girl
to believe.
After dinner, Charlie and
Lisa called Robin into the living room.
"Robin, is there
something you didn't tell us today about why Libby left?" Charlie asked,
always wanting to give the girls the chance to come clean.
Of course, Robin didn't
know that her mother had spoken to Libby's mom, so she continued with her
story. "NO! Whadda ya mean, Daddy? I told you she saw Karen, and just
quit. They hate each other!"
"Hmmmm," Charlie
said.
"It's funny, Robin,
because Mary said Libby told her that you fired her. Was she lying?" Lisa
asked.
Robin's mouth dropped to
the floor when she heard Lisa say Libby's mother's name. She hadn't thought
that her mother would call to check her story. She didn't know whether to
continue to lie or come clean. She decided she had better tell the truth.
Robin sobbed, "Well, um,
I guess Libby wasn't lying, Mommy."
"You'd better tell us
the whole story, little girl," her father said.
Robin told her parents what
happened when Karen came back that morning. "And she would have left if
Libby didn't. I didn't know what to do. I would have rather worked just with
Karen than with Libby," she sobbed.
"So you thought lying
to us was better, too?" Charlie asked.
"And in addition to
lying to us, now you have to pay back all that money, too," Lisa said.
"Yes, ma'am,"
Robin said.
"And," Charlie
said, "you're going to be punished for lying to us. And it won't just be
washing your mouth out with soap, young lady. Because you not only lied to us,
but you lied and almost got Libby in trouble. You might not like her, but
that's no reason to get her in trouble. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Daddy,"
Robin said.
Lisa said, "Now, I
want you to go call Libby and apologize to both her and Mary about your
lie." Robin didn't move. "Right now!" her mother shouted.
Robin turned to leave the
room. "And then you can meet me in my bedroom," her father said.
Robin looked back at her
father. "Yes, sir."
She called Libby's house,
and even though it was difficult, managed to apologize to both Libby and Mary
for her deception. She thought she could hear Libby smiling over the phone.
Then she went into her parents' bedroom.
Charlie heard his daughter
hang up the phone and went to his room to take care of the unpleasant business
of spanking her.
"Come here. You know
why you're getting a spanking, young lady?" Charlie asked.
"Yes, Daddy, I lied to
you and Mommy, and I almost got Libby in trouble," Robin said glumly.
"And I really don't
understand it, Robin. This all could have been avoided," he said.
Then Charlie pulled Robin's
pants and panties down to her knees. As he laid her over his lap, her pants
dropped to her ankles. He brought his hand down again and again on Robin's
backside, alternating cheeks until she was sobbing. Then he stood her up, and
told her to lay on his bed and cry it out.
After Robin calmed down a
bit her mother came back into the room.
"Okay, Robin, you
still have another punishment to go," Lisa said.
"Please, Mommy,"
Robin sobbed, "please don't use soap in my mouth. I promise I wont lie
again, I promise!"
Robin is almost hysterical,
and Lisa feels kind of sorry for her, but she doesn't want her to know it. She
walks over to Robin, and gently takes her face in her hands. "Robin, you
know you could have avoided all this, don't you?"
"Yes, Mommy, I know,
but I just didn't know what to do," Robin wailed.
"Well, right now you
do, you will come with me into the bathroom, and you will sit on the edge of
the tub, and hold the bar of soap in your mouth for five minutes. Now come, and
let's get this over with," Lisa said.
Robin sat, unable to move.
Her mom took her by the hand, and pulled her up. Robin still didn't move, so
Lisa gave her a quick swat to get her moving in the right direction. Robin sat
on the edge of the tub and kept the soap in her mouth for the full five minutes
while Lisa lectured her on lying, and its consequences. After her time was up,
Robin rushed to rinse her mouth out again and again, and almost threw up.
"Now Robin," her
mom said, "go to your room and think of all the trouble you got into today
and I will call you when dinner is ready."
Robin feels so sick to her
stomach that she asks to be excused from dinner. "All right," Lisa
tells her, "but you may not watch TV or talk on the phone either. You may
read until bedtime if you don't want to eat with us."
Jenn came home shortly
after Robin slipped into bed. Seeing her sister there, looking pale, Jenn was
immediately concerned. "What happened to you?"
Robin decided
to give Jennifer the short version. "Um, basically, Libby and Karen hate
each other, and Libby left and I lied about it and I got into trouble, and, and
. . .," Robin just couldn't go on. She started to sob again, and Jenn went
over and held her until she calmed down.
"I am soo sorry,
Robin, but Libby is SUCH a loser. She will do anything to get out of
work," Jenn explained.
Trying to change the
subject, Robin asked, "How was your day, Jenn?"
"Well, I hate to admit
it, but I didn't do very well on my midterms. Mom and Dad are definitely NOT
going to be pleased, after they paid for my summer school classes. I really
thought I could do this, and I studied and studied, but I still got C's on
everything. Damn, Daddy is gonna be mad," Jenn said.
"Maybe not Jenn, he
knows you have been working hard. Just tell him," Robin advised.
Jenn walked downstairs and
saw her dad reading the paper in the living room. "Umm, Daddy? I need to
talk to you for a sec, okay?"
"What is it,
Baby?" Charlie asked.
"Well, I got my
midterms back and they weren't the grades that I had hoped for. I got all C's.
But Daddy," Jenn rushed on, "I really studied hard, I did!"
Her father sighed.
"Jennifer, I know you did and if a C is the best you could do, then that
is the best it is. Look, I know you are used to being a straight A student, but
that is in regular classes. You took these classes so that you could catch up
and be in honors next year. So just do your best, okay?"
"Yes, Sir," Jenn
answered with a smile. "Thank you, Daddy." Then Jenn said to herself,
well, Robin was right, I can't believe he didn't get mad. Maybe Daddy's
softening in his old age. Then she chuckled and ran upstairs to tell Robin.
Charlie shook his head and
went to the kitchen to help Lisa. She is over by the kitchen sink scowling as
she peeled vegetables.
"What's up, hon?"
Charlie asked as he sees her face.
"Well, it's Stephen.
He has been surly and unpleasant ever since we got home from Joan's. I swear I
don't know what's wrong with that boy. One minute he's the cutest thing, and
the next, he's just plain bad. I realize he's only four, but I think you need
to have a talk with your son," Lisa stated.
Charlie went down the hall
to Stephen's room. He knocks and his face drops open as he walks in. Stephen's
room looks as if a tornado has hit it.
"What on earth
happened here?" Charlie asked rather loudly.
Stephen glanced up, and
shrugged his shoulders. "I'm just playing, Daddy. Don't have a cow!"
"Where did you hear
that from, young man?" Charlie asked.
Stephen didn't answer. He
was too busy building with his legos. Charlie pushed all the toys off the chair
at Stephen's desk and turned it around.
"Come here, young
man," he said firmly.
Stephen looks up from his
building at his daddy's angry face and knows he is in deep trouble. He can't
seem to move from his spot.
"I said, COME
HERE!" Daddy is now shouting, but Stephen is sooo scared that he remains
still.
Charlie takes this as total
defiance, and says, "If I have to come get you, you will be one sorry
little boy."
Stephen rushes over to his
dad, and Charlie pulls him between his legs. "For one thing, young man,
when I talk, YOU LISTEN, understood?"
Stephen just nods, afraid
to speak.
"Secondly, I hear you
have been a naughty little boy this afternoon for your mom. What do you have to
say for yourself?"
Stephen has no clue what
his daddy wants him to say, and looks at his feet.
"I don't know,"
he says.
"That is NOT an
acceptable answer. You should know why you have behaved this way." Charlie
pauses. "Well, young man, you have earned yourself a trip across my
knee."
Stephen didn't move. He
wasn't sure what was expected of him. He knew he had been bad and that Mommy
had yelled at him a lot, but still. Charlie quickly pulled down Stephen's pants
and underwear, and pulled him over his knee. He spanked first one cheek, then
the other, over and over again. Stephen couldn't believe how much it hurt, and
began to cry almost immediately.
"I be good, Daddy, I
be good!" he shouted, hoping that would make his daddy stop.
"I am sure you will be
son, and SWAT, I SWAT, better SWAT, not SWAT, get SWAT, another SWAT, report
SWAT SWAT like this SWAT, from your SWAT SWAT mother SWAT, understood? SWAT
SWAT SWAT?"
"Yes, Daddy."
Stephen was hysterical by now, and Charlie quickly pulled his pants up, pulled
him to his feet, and into his arms. "I am sorry, Daddy, really
sorry."
"I know that, son. I
know you can be a good boy. Now I want this room cleaned before dinner. When I
come to get you, I will check, do you understand?" Charlie asked.
Stephen nodded. His tiny
bottom was on fire and he would have promised his father anything at that
point. Now that he had his first spanking, he knew there would be more if he
didn't mind his parents.
After Charlie leaves,
Jennifer goes into Stephen's room and gives him a big hug. She had heard the
spanking and realized it was his first. Stephen starts to cry all over again,
and Jenn holds him close and whispers in his ear soothing nonsense until he
quiets down.
"I got a spanking,
" Stephen tells his sister.
"I know, I heard, but you'll
be okay, it only hurts for a little while. You just have to remember what you
did wrong, and not to do it again, okay?" Jenn asks him.
"Okay, and I have to
clean my whole room, too," Stephen cried.
Jenn offered to help, and
immediately the two set to work. Jenn tells Stephen that Robin would have come
to help too, but she was grounded to her room.
Stephen looks at Jenn and
says, "I am gonna be soooo good, Daddy won't ever spank me again."
Jenn laughs, and says,
"Good luck, little brother."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
There was one more week to
go before summer ended. Robin said to herself, "Okay, I've made it this
far, with a few problems. I only need to make it one more week. I know I can do
it." After this little pep talk, Robin got her supplies ready for the day
ahead.
Karen came, and the girls
set up. They were having a carnival, and had gotten all kinds of special
treats. They even got those little hot dogs in the blankets. The kids arrived,
and practiced the play they were putting on for their parents. At the end of
their rehearsal, Robin and Karen clapped and clapped.
"Bravo! Brava!"
"Hooray!" "I think you guys are ready!" they both said.
After lunch, the kids went
through the tents, and played the games. They had so much fun. Robin noticed that
Karen was sitting on a crate clutching her stomach.
"Karen, what's the
matter? Are you okay?" she asked concerned.
"Yeah, I think so, uh,
no, oh, god, I'll be right back," Karen put her hand over her mouth and
ran inside. She came out ten minutes later. "Robin, I'm really sick. It
must have been those hot dogs. Sometimes they don't agree with me. I'm really
sorry, but I'm gonna have to go home."
"Um, yeah, of course,
Karen, you go. I'll be all right. Jennifer will be home from summer school
soon. She'll help me clean up. I hope you feel better," Robin said.
"Yeah, thanks, I'll be
okay. Sorry to leave you this way," Karen said.
Robin said, "Don't
worry about it, just feel better. We only have four more days to go and I need
you here, okay?"
After Karen left, Robin
tried to get the kids to go inside and watch a video, but they still wanted to
play the carnival. It was difficult for Robin to keep an eye on all seven kids.
She heard the door slam, and knew Jennifer was home.
Looking over her shoulder,
she yelled to Amy, the eight-year-old, "I'll be right back, Amy, you watch
everyone for a minute, okay?" She nodded.
Robin ran into the house
and called out to Jennifer. "Jenn, come here, I need you!"
Jennifer appeared in the
kitchen, saw Robin's face, and said, "What's the matter, Robin?"
"Look, I haven't asked
you all summer, but I really need your help, please!" she begged.
"What do you need my
help with?" Jenn asked.
Just then, they heard a
scream.
"Oh, my god!"
Robin yelled and ran out the back door. Jennifer soon followed.
Little Tommy Jones was
lying on the ground next to the old stump in the backyard. He was crying, and
his knee was bleeding.
"Tommy, what
happened?" Robin asked. Tommy didn't answer; he was crying too hard.
"Jennifer, please go get the first-aid kit. It's on the kitchen
counter."
"Where's Karen?"
Jenn asked.
"Jenn, please, I'll
explain later, just get it," Robin yelled. Then she turned to Amy,
"What happened? You were supposed to be watching!"
Amy shrugged. "I don't
know. We were all playing, and then I saw him crying."
Susan, who was standing
nearby, said, "I saw, Robin, Tommy jumped off the stump, and when he came
back down, he hit his knee against it. It looked like it hurt, too."
Robin scowled. "Thanks,
Susan." Robin tried not to be mad at Amy. After all, the kid was only
eight, and Robin shouldn't have left her in charge, even if it was only for two
minutes.
Jennifer came back with the
first-aid kit. Robin cleaned the scrape, and put on a Batman band-aid. Tommy
was happy again.
"Tommy, you know
better than to jump off that stump. I must have told you a million times this
summer," Robin warned.
Tommy looked down. "I
know, but I just wanted to try it once. And you weren't here, so I thought I could
do it. Sorry, Robin. Please don't tell my mom."
"I won't, Tommy, now
run along," Robin said. She was thinking the same thing as Tommy. She
didn't want her mother to find out either, so it was good that Tommy wasn't
going to say anything.
"C'mon kids, it's time
to go in," Robin called. Jennifer helped Robin round up the kids and clean
them off. Then the twins popped on a Disney classic and made some popcorn. Once
the movie had started, Jenn pulled Robin aside.
"Now what's going on,
Robin? Why are you here by yourself? If Mommy and Daddy knew, they'd have a
fit!" Jennifer said.
"That's why they're
not going to know, Jenn. Look, Karen got sick and had to go home. I knew you'd
be home soon, so . . ." Robin looked into Jenn's face.
"Oh, no! I am not
helping you to babysit these bratty kids. I have homework to do," Jenn
stated.
"Please, Jenn, it's
only for a few more hours, please!" Robin begged.
"A few more hours? You
mean, THREE more hours! I don't think I can stand it, Robin!" Jenn
protested. "Besides, I have homework to do!"
"Jenn, look, they'll
be busy watching this movie for the next two hours, and then there will only be
one more hour. I'll do an art project or have story time or something. Really,
it won't be that bad. You can do your homework here in the dining room,"
Robin said gently, "Please! I'm desperate!"
"Okay, fine, I'll sit
here, and they will be right there watching tv, right?" Jenn asked.
"Yeah, okay, I'll be
outside," Robin said.
"Wait, why?" Jenn
asked.
"Someone has to clean
up the carnival. YOU want to do it?" Robin asked.
"No," said Jenn.
So Robin went out back to
clean up. Jennifer went upstairs to get her homework. When she came down, she
assumed the kids were still in the den watching the movie. There was a large
sliding door on the room to the den with no windows and she didn't bother to
check. She heard the Disney music and Robin had said that would keep them
entertained for a good two hours. Jennifer sat down to do her homework.
About forty-five minutes later,
Robin came back in.
"Oh, finally, I'm
finished. It's a lot easier setting up a carnival with two people than it is to
clean up with one person. How're the kids?" she asked.
"They're fine. Still
into the movie," Jenn said.
Suddenly they heard a loud
crash coming from upstairs.
"What was that?"
Robin asked, running into the den. She was shocked to see the movie running but
no kids. "Uh-oh!"
Both Robin and Jennifer ran
upstairs and into the playroom. They could not believe their eyes. Every game,
every toy, everything they owned was scattered all over the room.
"Oh, my god!"
Robin yelled. She started to cry. Jenn took her aside.
"You can't cry in
front of them, Robin. Don't you know that? You can't let them see that they got
to you!" Jenn said quietly.
"But they did get to
me," Robin whined, "Look at this mess. This will take hours to clean.
Mommy and Daddy'll freak!" She continued to sob quietly.
Jennifer said, "You
kids are bad. I want you to clean up this mess right now!"
The kids just laughed.
Jennifer had no patience. She just turned towards Robin. Robin had her mouth
dropped open. She was staring at their bedroom.
"What is it,
Robin?" Jennifer asked concerned.
Robin just pointed toward
their bedroom. "LOOK! Oh, Jenn, I-am-in-so-much-trouble!"
Jennifer looked toward
where Robin pointed. Their bedroom looked almost as bad as the playroom. All
the desk and dresser drawers had been dumped, and clothing, books, papers, and
other tchotchkes were strewn around the room.
Robin and Jennifer walked
into their bedroom. They could not believe the kids had time to make this much
of a mess. Robin looked at Jennifer with a question on her face.
"Oh, no, Robin! I AM
NOT GOING TO HELP YOU CLEAN UP THIS MESS! You can forget it!" Jenn said and
turned to leave.
Robin grabbed her sister.
"Please, Jenn, if you help me, it won't take as long. Please!" Robin
knew she was begging, but she didn't care.
Suddenly, Robin looked
around. "Wait a minute, where are the boys?"
Susan answered, "They
were in your brother's room."
Jennifer and Robin
exchanged looks. "Oh, no!" They both ran down to Stephen's room. It
was as they expected it to be. A bigger tornado than when Stephen himself
messed it up, had been there.
Robin crumpled down in the
hall outside his room. "What am I gonna do? Mommy and Daddy are gonna kill
me!"
Jennifer said, "I have
homework to do. This is your mess, Robin, sorry I can't help you."
"I'll tell them that
you were helping me, Jenn. You'll be in trouble, too. You said you would watch
them while I cleaned up outside. How could they get past you? The dining room
is right next to the den. This can't all be my fault, Jennifer!" Robin
yelled.
Jennifer said, "I told
you these kids were bratty. And they are sneaky, too. Who knows what they did!
But they are your responsibility. That's what Mommy and Daddy will say, so it's
your job to clean up the mess they made!" Now she was shouting.
"Fine!" Robin
shouted. "Okay, c'mon boys. Let's go. GIRLS, come down here, please!"
Robin ushered all seven
kids back into the den. "Okay, you didn't wanna watch the movie, you
should have just told me. What you did upstairs and in my brother's room was
really bad! Now are you gonna help me clean it up, or do I tell your
parents?"
One smart kid said,
"Go ahead, tell my parents, and I'll tell them that we didn't know where
you were. Then you'll get in to trouble, too."
Robin looked at the kids.
They were all shaking their heads, even the little ones. "Fine, who wants
to do an art project?"
"Me!" "I
do!" "I wanna!" "I want the blue one!"
Jennifer couldn't believe
it. When she went into the dining room, she saw Robin sitting with the kids
doing an art project.
"Uh, Robin, what about
the mess?" she asked.
Robin answered, "Well,
you didn't want to help me clean it up, so I have to entertain these kids. I
guess the mess will have to wait until they leave."
Just then, the front door
opened. Robin looked at the clock. "What was that?" she asked.
Jenn answered, "I
think, my dear sister, that it's Mommy coming home. Boy, are you in
trouble!"
Lisa came in with Stephen
and Melissa. "Jennifer! Robin! Come here, please!"
Both girls greeted their
mother at the door.
"Hi, Mommy, what are
you doing home so early? I thought you were going food shopping!" Robin
said innocently.
"Yes, well, I have to
meet your father at the store, and I thought it would just be easier to drop
the kids off here. Jennifer, you don't mind looking after them for a little
while, do you?" Lisa asked.
"Well, I have homework
to do," Jenn said.
"Jennifer, it will
only be for about an hour. Besides, they can join Robin's camp, and Robin and
Karen are here, too," Lisa said.
Robin jumped in. "Oh,
yeah, that's no problem, right, Jenn?"
Jennifer looked at Robin.
"If you say so, Robin."
"Okay, great, it's
settled. Do you girls need anything from the supermarket?" their mother
asked.
"No, we're fine. See
you later, Mommy," Robin said.
~~~~~~~~
Robin kept tight watch of
the clock, wishing the last of the parents would come so she could start
cleaning before her mom came home. She heard a car door and rushed to open it,
startled that it was her mom. Robin began to panic not knowing how she was
going to clean everything and not get into trouble. Her mother asked her to
give her a hand with the groceries, so she took Stephen with her to help
unload.
After the third trip to the
house, the last mom arrived and all of Robin's charges were gone. Looking
around, she didn't see Stephen and suddenly she heard this loud howl of
indignation coming from his room. Lisa and Robin looked at each other, and Lisa
rushes to Stephen's room before Robin could stop her.
Stephen stood in the middle
of his room crying. Melissa, having been woken up, started to cry as well. When
Jennifer heard her sister crying, she came running to see what the matter was.
She looked over at Robin and tried to figure out how her sister was going to
talk her way out of this one.
"Stephen, look at your
room," Lisa said. "How on earth did you make this much of a mess in
such a short time?"
"But, Mommy, I didn't
do it! Somebody wrecked my room!" Stephen said and started howling again.
"Stop that this
instant," Lisa warned. She turned around to Robin and asked, "Is
there something you want to tell me, young lady? Why weren't you and Karen more
careful? We have discussed this and you knew that your charges were not allowed
in Stephen's room. How could you let this happen?"
Robin knew that her mother
was beyond mad. She didn't know where to start. "Well, Mom, it's, umm,
kind of a long story. I'll help Stephen with all this, I promise."
Lisa took Stephen into her
arms, and said to Robin, "Okay, I'm listening."
Robin began, "Well,
you see, Karen got sick, and had to go home, so I was all alone with the kids.
I knew Jennifer would be home soon, and I asked her for some help. I put a
movie on in the den, and the kids were supposed to be watching it while I
cleaned up the carnival, but they got away from Jenn because she was studying
really hard."
Jennifer looked over at
Robin, touched that she tried to shield her.
Lisa turned to Jennifer,
"Did your sister ask you for help, Jenn?"
"Yes, mom, she
did," Jenn admitted.
"And did you agree to
help her?" Lisa asked.
"Yes, Mom, but I had a
lot of homework, and I thought they were all watching t.v. and I didn't know
they had gotten away," Jennifer said carefully.
Lisa, also speaking
carefully, said, "Well, it seems to me that I have two very irresponsible
daughters. I have had it with this camp idea. Robin, this was your
responsibility, and Jennifer, if you promised to help, you HELP. You do not
promise and then just decide NOT to do something!" Their mother was now
shouting.
"Mom, look,"
Robin said, "I know you're angry, but I really did the best I could under
the circumstances."
"Did you, Robin? You
left your sister alone with the kids, which I might remind you were your
responsibility. Was that fair or right?"
"But I went to clean
up, Mommy!" Robin whined.
"Stop whining, you are
supposed to be a big girl. So you chose to clean instead of watching them,
right?" Lisa asked.
"But Mom, I thought
you would be mad if you came home and the yard wasn't cleaned up," Robin
said defensively.
"So instead, we have
this whole house a mess, instead of the yard, which could have waited until the
kids left, right?" her mother asked.
Robin answered slowly,
"Well, I guess so, I didn't think of that."
"You just didn't
really think, either one of you. I'm going to take Stephen and Melissa upstairs
into the playroom for awhile, while you and Jenn clean his room, together. I
will call your dad and discuss this whole camp situation with him. I'm afraid
this might have been your last day!" Lisa said and turned to leave.
"But Mom," Robin
said, "the camp has four days to go, and you have told me many times to
finish what I start. How can I let those parents down at the last minute like
that? They won't have a place for the kids to go!" She tried not to whine
as she said that last part.
Her mom must have noticed,
and said, "I will think about it. And your father and I will discuss it.
Now get to work."
Lisa grabbed Stephen's and
Melissa's hands and turned to leave. Jennifer coughed to get Robin's attention.
Lisa turned around and
asked, "Jenn, is there something you wanted to say?"
Jennifer said, "Well
Mom, umm, I think Robin should tell you."
Lisa's eyebrows went up as
she asked, "Well? Robin? Is there more I should know about?"
Robin gulped as she
realized that she had to tell her about the playroom and her bedroom.
"Well, Mom, the kids kind of split up and messed up more than Stephen's
room. They also ran wild in our bedroom, and the playroom."
Lisa let go of the little
kids' hands and left to survey the mess upstairs. Shaking her head, she
returned to Stephen's room where the girls were still standing where she left
them.
"Looks like you two
will be busy for quite awhile," is all she said.
"But Mom,"
Jennifer whined, "I have homework to do. Isn't schoolwork more
important?"
"Nice try, Jenn, but
you will work with your sister, clean up this mess, and we will discuss all of
this again when you are done," their mother said.
By the look on their mom's
face, the girls knew they were in for a spanking. She walked away, bringing
Stephen and Melissa with her, while Jenn turned on Robin.
"This is all your
fault, you and your stupid camp idea," Jenn said.
"Look, Jenn, I didn't
mean to get you into trouble, but if YOU had just watched the kids a little
closer, this wouldn't have happened," Robin reasoned.
The girls quickly started
bickering and yelling at one another, and neither of them saw their mother come
back into the room with a hairbrush in her hand.
"THAT'S ENOUGH!"
she yelled.
The girls stopped and saw
their Mom, hands on her hips, staring at them.
"You are both in
trouble. This is both your faults. Robin, I will see you in my bedroom, NOW!
Jenn, keep cleaning."
"Yes, ma'am!"
Jenn said.
Lisa took Robin into her
bedroom, sat down on a chair and quickly pulled down Robin's shorts and panties
and turned her over her knee. Without even a warmup, Lisa started in with the
hairbrush. She alternated cheeks, first one, then the other. After the third
smack with the hairbrush, Robin started to yelp with pain She cannot believe
how much it hurt.
"Robin, SMACK, you
were trusted, SMACK, with a job, SMACK, and I SMACK, trusted SMACK, you to do
it, SMACK SMACK SMACK, is that right? SMACK."
"Yes, Mommy, ohhh
please Mommy stop, it hurts soooo bad," Robin cried.
"It is supposed to,
SMACK, young, SMACK, lady, SMACK. And instead, SMACK, of cleaning just now,
SMACK, you decided, SMACK to argue, SMACK with your SMACK sister, SMACK SMACK.
I am SMACK very SMACK disappointed in you SMACK!"
Her mom continued until
Robin was hysterical, and her bottom was a uniform crimson color. As Lisa stood
her up, she said, "You may go to your room and compose yourself for five
minutes, and then I want you to be back out and cleaning something. I do not
want you and your sister in the same room. DO YOU UNDERSTAND?"
"Yes, Mommy, I
do," Robin sniffed. She tried to stop the tears but her bottom was burning
and hurting terribly. She couldn't remember her mom ever spanking her so hard.
"You can also count on
another spanking later tonight, young lady, when your father gets home,"
Lisa said.
Robin was shocked. She
never got spanked by both parents in one day. She was too nervous to ask why,
so instead ran to her room for her five minutes.
Lisa went next door to get
Jennifer. "Okay, young lady, your turn."
Jenn had hoped that her mom
was only going to spank Robin. After all, it was her camp, and her job. She
tried to tell that to her Mom, who already was not too pleased with her
attitude.
"I think, young lady,
what you need, is an attitude adjustment," Lisa stated.
Quickly, she pulled down
Jenn's shorts and panties, and flipped her over her lap. SWAT, the hairbrush
went to work on Jennifer's bottom quickly and painfully. Jenn, not being too
stoic, began to sob and howl as the hairbrush worked its magic. Her mom didn't
leave an inch of her bottom alone.
"I SWAT, do not SWAT ,
like SWAT, your SWAT attitude SWAT young SWAT lady SWAT. It will SWAT change
SWAT immediately SWAT, understood?" SWAT SWAT SWAT.
"Yes ma'am,"
sobbed Jenn.
After about 50 hard swats
with the hairbrush, Lisa was done with Jennifer. She pulled her up and sent her
to stand in the corner.
"I want you to think,
young lady, about what it means to be in this family, to help when you are
asked, and to do it competently. Understood? Your father and I will be
discussing this again with you tonight," Lisa stated.
Jenn's heart sank. She knew
she couldn't stand another spanking in one day. After about 10 minutes, Jenn
was breathing normally and her tears have about stopped, and Lisa came back in.
"Robin is cleaning
Stephen's room. You may start on your own. I don't want to see you until it is
entirely clean. Understood?"
"Yes, ma'am,"
Jenn said.
Lisa went to the kitchen to
make dinner. Jenn snuck into Stephen's room, before going upstairs.
"Are you okay,
Robin?" Jennifer whispered.
"Noooo," Robin
said, "my bottom hurts soooo bad and Mommy said I will be spanked again
when Daddy comes home."
"Yeah, me too!"
Jenn sighed.
The girls hugged and united
in sympathy for one another.
"I'm sorry about all
this, Jenn," Robin said.
"Me too, Robin. We
better get going. Maybe Daddy won't be as mad if he doesn't see the mess that
Mommy saw," Jenn said.
"Good idea,"
Robin said.
~~~~~~~~~~
Robin finished cleaning
Stephen's room, so she went upstairs to see how her sister was doing in their
bedroom. When she walked in, she thought to herself, "Not too bad."
"Hey, Jenn, how's it
going?" she asked.
Jenn smiled when she looked
up and saw Robin. "Okay, I finished my side. I'm having a little trouble
with your knickknacks. I don't really know where they all go."
"Here, let me help
you. If we work together, we'll get done twice as fast," Robin said.
So they did. Before long,
they had finished their bedroom. It never looked so neat.
"Hey, Robin, let's go
do the playroom together, too. Maybe we could even finish before dinner,"
Jenn said.
"Yeah, and before
Daddy gets home," Robin added. Both girls laughed.
A little while later,
Stephen came upstairs to the playroom. "Hey, Mommy sent me to tell you that
dinner was almost ready, and she wants you to . . . Whoa! This place is a big
mess!"
"Yeah, we know, thanks
a lot, Stephen. But your room is nice and clean now. Why don't you be a good
boy and run along?" Jennifer said.
"Well, you're supposed
to come and set the table for dinner," Stephen said.
"Okay, tell Mommy
we'll be right there," Robin said.
"But Mommy said . .
." Stephen began. Jennifer cut him off, "Okay, we'll be right
there!"
"ROBIN!
JENNIFER!" The girls heard their names over the intercom.
Jennifer ran to the hall
and pressed the button, "Yeah?"
Their mother's voice said,
"Please come down and set the table. Your father just walked in."
Jennifer pressed the button
again, "Okay, Mommy, we're coming!"
Jenn went back into the playroom.
She looked at Robin. "Well, I guess the rest of this will have to wait
until after dinner."
"Yeah, it's a shame,
too, 'cause we're almost done. If only all these little toys would just
disappear," Robin said.
Jenn looked around.
"Why don't we just shove everything under the couch? Then if Daddy comes
up to look, it will look all finished, and then we can come back later and put
it all away."
"You think we
should?" Robin asked.
"Sure, why not? We'll
be back up after dinner," Jennifer said as the two of them threw all the
little things under the couch.
"We'd better get down
there. We're already in enough trouble!" Robin said.
"GIRLS!" This
time it was their father's voice on the intercom.
"Sheesh! We're
coming!" Jennifer said under her breath.
The girls ran down the
steps and quickly set the table. It was pretty quiet during dinner, except for
the occasional chattering of Stephen and the baby talk of Melissa. Both twins
were quiet. They were afraid of getting into any more trouble.
Lisa began telling Charlie
about what happened that day. Charlie raised his eyebrows and looked at both
girls. They looked into their food.
"Sounds like you have
a lot of cleaning to do," Charlie said.
"We're almost
finished," Robin said.
"Not in the playroom.
I was just up there, and it's a big mess!" Stephen shouted.
"If you're finished,
Stephen, you can go watch t.v." Lisa said. Melissa was let down from her
highchair. "Here, take Melissa with you," she added.
"Well, girls, seems
like you had an interesting day today," Charlie said.
"Yes, sir," both
girls said.
"I'm not too happy
about this, Robin," Charlie said.
"Me neither, Daddy, I
didn't mean for it to happen," she said.
"Are you girls
finished?" Lisa asked. They both nodded. "Okay, then go back up and
clean some more. Your father and I have to talk. We'll call you back down when
we've finished."
"Yes, ma'am!"
"Okay, Mommy!"
The girls got up from the
table and started to walk away. Their father called them back.
"Uh, girls, take your
plates in, please!" They did.
Robin and Jennifer went
back up to the playroom. With both of them working together, it wasn't long
before they had finished cleaning the room. Even the stuff they had thrown
under the couch was removed and put away. Like their bedroom, the playroom had
never looked so clean. They even found stuff they had thought they lost.
They went into their
bedroom. Robin sat down on her bed and picked up a book she had started reading
earlier in the summer. Jennifer sat down at her desk to work on her homework.
Neither of them could concentrate. They both wondered what their parents were
discussing downstairs.
They were both startled
when the intercom buzzed. Their parents had originally installed the intercom
when Steven and Melissa were babies. If they needed to talk to the twins, they
wouldn't have to yell up the stairs and wake one of the kids. Now, they had
just gotten so used to using it.
"Girls!" It was
their dad. "Please come downstairs!"
Robin and Jennifer went
down the stairs quickly, but walked rather slowly back into the dining room.
They sat opposite their parents.
"I've heard
everything, and your mother and I talked. Robin, our first thought was to close
down your camp. We really didn't think it was going to last this long. But you
worked hard, and despite several problems, you made it work, for the most part.
We really thought 13 was too young of an age to be responsible. But you did
prove us wrong! Until today!"
Charlie paused to gage
Robin's reaction. She put her head down. She knew she had let her parents down.
She had let herself down.
"I know, Daddy, and
I'm sorry," Robin said quietly.
"What did you learn
from your experience today?" Charlie asked.
"That even though I
wanted to, I couldn't handle the kids on my own?" Robin asked.
"Are you asking us or
telling us? What should you have done, young lady?" Lisa asked.
Robin didn't know which
question to answer. She decided that her mother's first question was a
rhetorical one. "I thought it would be okay, once Jennifer got home,"
she said.
"You could have called
one of your aunts. Aunt Sam is home, and Aunt Joan is always home. One of them
could have come over and helped you!" Lisa said.
"Or you could have
called me at work and told me it was an emergency. I might have been able to
help you, Robin!" Charlie said.
"I didn't think of
that, Daddy!" Robin said.
"Well, now you know.
Anyway, so Mommy and I talked, and decided that since it's only four more days,
you can keep your camp open!" Charlie stated.
"Oh, you mean it?! Oh,
thank you, Mommy, thank you, Daddy!" Robin ran and gave each of her
parents a hug.
"And Jennifer, when
you are asked a favor, and you say 'yes', we expect you to do it. Your sister
does a lot of nice things for you," Charlie said.
"Yes, Daddy,"
Jenn answered.
"And to help you
remember that, you are going to help her in the camp every day after school for
the rest of the week!" he added.
"WHAT?" Jenn
said.
"WHAT?" Robin
said.
"You heard your
father. You will do it, Jennifer, and you will like it. And Robin, you and
Karen and Jennifer will all get along, too. Got it?" Lisa asked.
"Yes, Mommy!"
they both said.
"Now, I think we have
some business to take care of upstairs," Charlie said. "Something
that your mother promised you when I got home," he added.
Both girls looked down at
the floor. They were hoping their punishment was over. They followed their
father upstairs. First, he went to look in the playroom.
"It looks very clean
in here. You girls did a great job!" Charlie said.
"Thanks," said
Jenn. "Yeah, thank you, Daddy," Robin said quietly.
Next he went into the
girls' bedroom. They walked in behind him.
"And your room is so
clean. Boy, I should hire those kids to mess it up all the time. I've never seen
this room so clean. You should keep it this way," their father chuckled.
The girls laughed along with their father.
"Well, I know your
mother promised you another spanking when I got home. Didn't she?" Charlie
asked.
"Yes, sir," they
both said sadly.
"And it wouldn't be
right, if I didn't punish you. It wouldn't be consistent of me as a parent, now
would it?" Charlie paused, thinking.
The girls didn't know what
their father was talking about. Could he actually be thinking of not spanking
them? While they were wondering, Charlie said he would be right back. Robin and
Jennifer exchanged a look. Their father returned with one of their beanbag
chairs from the playroom.
"Okay, let's get this
over with," he said. He motioned them to come and stand next to him. The
girls did this. Then they watched quizzically as their father went over and
touched the intercom button. He fixed it so it would be held down. That meant
anyone listening downstairs would be able to hear what was going on upstairs.
"Okay, girls, pull
down your pants. Robin, you're first!"
Jennifer and Robin looked
at each other again. This was the first time they had to pull down their own
pants for a spanking. It was also the first time their father punished them
together. Sure, they'd seen each other get spankings from time to time, but
never when they both were going to get it. They decided they'd better do what
their father asked. He sure was acting weird.
Charlie mouthed to the
girls, "Make it sound good," as he pointed to the intercom. All of a
sudden, he slapped the beanbag chair.
Robin didn't understand.
But Jennifer did. She realized that to their mother the sound of their father's
hand hitting the beanbag chair would sound like he was slapping their bare
bottoms. Jenn tried not to laugh.
Charlie hit the beanbag
chair again. He pointed to the intercom again. Finally Robin got it!
"OUCH! Ow, Daddy, that
hurt! Ow! Please stop, Daddy, I'm sorry! I've learned my lesson!" Robin
yelled.
Then Charlie really did
smack Robin's backside. One loud smack that you could probably hear in the next
town. Robin, who had no idea it was coming, was shocked. Then reality set it.
"Ow, Daddy!" and
she started to cry for real.
"Okay, it's over now,
Robin, go lay on your bed and cry it out. Your turn, Jenn."
Jennifer went and stood
next to her father. Her shorts and panties were around her ankles. She knew
there would be at least one real spank. You would have thought Jennifer was
trying to win an Emmy for this performance. She really laid it on thick.
"Oh, please, Daddy,
don't spank me. PLEASE! I'm sorry. I'll be good, I promise. Please, my butt
still hurts from this afternoon. Daddy, please don't sp. . ." Jennifer's
words were cut off, when Charlie bent her over his lap and gave her one good
solid smack."
"OUCH! DADD-EE! Ow,
that hurt!"
"It's supposed to
hurt, young lady. Now lay still while I finish this," Charlie said.
Jennifer stood rubbing her
bottom while her father hit the beanbag chair over and over again. She put in
the occasional "ooh" and "ow" and "ouch".
Eventually, Charlie went over and turned off the intercom.
Downstairs, Lisa was
shaking her head and grinning. She figured the girls had gotten what they truly
deserved.
And that's exactly what
Charlie thought upstairs, too. He felt the twins had had enough when Lisa
spanked them with the hairbrush that afternoon. He told the girls to pull up
their pants and come to him.
Charlie sat on the beanbag
chair and pulled both girls into his lap.
"I think you both
learned some good lessons today. I know this," Charlie pointed to the
beanbag chair, "will be our little secret."
The girls hugged their
daddy. It had been years since they had a secret just with him. They knew
better than to ever tell their mother the truth.
~~~~~~~~~~
The last four days of
Robin's camp went off without a hitch. Robin and Jennifer and Karen had it all
under control. And everyone got along. On the last day, the children put on the
play for their parents, and they were all a big hit (no pun intended). Robin
and Karen each got a lot of money in tips. That made their whole summer
worthwhile. But Robin knew she would have to wait until she was older before
she would ever run another camp!
The end.