The Prank

The Prank…a twin story (M/f paddle, M/f)

It was a regular day of school. I didn’t feel well so I called Daddy at work to come pick me up. After speaking to Trisha, the receptionist at Foodtown, I heard Daddy pick up.

“Hello, Charlie Clemente, speaking," he said.

I got up my courage and said, “Hi, Daddy.”

I’m not sure how he knew it was me, but he did. “Hello, Robin. What's up? Why are you calling now?” he asked.

“Daddy? I'm sick. They're sending me home. I tried calling Mommy at work, but she's not in her office. Can you come get me?” I asked, hoping it didn’t sound like I was lying.

“Sure. You're in the Nurse's office? I'll be there in just a little bit. Okay?”

“Okay, Daddy. Bye.”

While I stood in the hall waiting for my daddy, I thought over my day. It hadn’t been such a bad day. It would have been better if I hadn’t agreed to help Diane. I had butterflies in my stomach just thinking about it.

Daddy arrived not fifteen minutes later. I was so happy to see him. I know I’m too big for it, but I put my arms up for him to pick me up. Instead he gave me a big hug.

“Daddy, I don't feel well,” I said, which was partly true. I didn’t feel well. I wasn’t sick or anything, just nervous.

“Hello, Lovey. What's wrong? Tummy hurts?” Daddy asked all concerned.

I felt a little bad lying to him, so I just said, “No, Daddy, I just feel funny all over.”

That was the biggest understatement of the year. I felt funny, and scared, all over. What if my teacher were to find out what I did? I didn’t even want to think about it.

I was thinking so hard about my fourth grade class, that I almost missed what Daddy said. “Okay, we'll get you home and into bed and get you taken care of properly. Let’s get you signed out with the nurse; then we can go.”

I had to think fast. “I think you do that in the office, Daddy,” I said.

Daddy said, “Okay,” and led me toward the office. I opted to wait outside. But I heard him say to the receptionist, "Hello, I am here to pick up my daughter, Robin. She is ill and was sent to the nurse. Please note that she is going home now."

Unbeknownst to me, the secretary called the nurse's office to check. Of course, since I hadn’t gone to the nurse, she had no record of my being there, and evidently told the receptionist who told my daddy.

Daddy came out into the hallway then and said, “Lovey, they want me to talk to the nurse for a minute. Wait right there, please.”

I was starting to get really nervous, but I just answered, “Um, okay, Daddy.”

Apparently the nurse confirmed in person to my daddy that I hadn’t been to see her. Daddy came out to me and said, “Robin, the nurse wants to take a look at you before we go home. But before you do that, do you have anything to tell me?”

I looked up at Daddy and started to cry. I never have been a good liar. Not like my sister, Jennifer. She can lie so easily sometimes, it scares me.

Daddy pulled me up into his arms then. “Robin, lovey, what is it? Why did you tell me that you had been to the nurse when you hadn't? Are you really sick, or was that a lie, too?”

I was sobbing over his shoulder when I felt another pair of eyes on me. I looked up to see the principal, Mr. Levine, staring at me. I guess the nurse or the receptionist had clued him in to what was going on, and he came out to investigate for himself.

Since Mr. Levine is also my uncle, he led Daddy and me into his office and closed the door. I could hardly look at either of them. I knew it would be time to tell all in a few minutes, but I just couldn’t stop crying.

I was sitting on the couch next to Daddy when I heard him say, “I’m still waiting for an answer, Robin.”

I took a deep breath. “Daddy, I'm not really sick,” I said quietly, through my sobs.

“I see. So why did you want to get out of school early? What is going on here, Robin? You are already in trouble for lying, so don't make it worse. Tell me all about it before I hear it anywhere else. You know that that is always best.”

“Oh, Dadddddy!” I cried. I put my head into the sofa cushion and just continued to sob.

“Robin Elizabeth Clemente! I expect to hear some answers from you -- right now, young lady. Whatever it is, we can deal with it, and I will still love you, but I need to hear what is going on.”

Uncle Jack had remained quiet this whole time, which kind of unnerved me. I looked up and saw that they were both staring at me. I knew I had to say something.

“Well, Daddy, I, uh, I did something,” I finally said.

“What did you do, Robin? And why did you think that running away would help?”

Then I said the worst thing I could have said. “I don't know, Daddy.” I sniffled.

Daddy said, “Robin, you know that is not an acceptable answer.”

Uncle Jack was staring at me and was getting angry. “Well, I don't know about you, Charlie, but I would like to know what Robin did.”

I gulped. Then I said, “I pulled a prank on someone. I didn't want my teacher to find out I was a part of it, so I told her I was sick. I went to the bathroom and came back a few minutes later and told her the nurse was sending me home.”

Daddy just said, “I see.” I noticed Uncle Jack didn’t say anything. I just waited. I was kind of ashamed of myself already. You see, I’m usually a pretty nice girl, and this behavior was unusual for me. This is something more along the lines of what Jennifer might pull.

Daddy continued, “So you pulled a prank, lied to your teacher, and then lied to me?”

Hearing Daddy say it like that sounded much worse to me than I had already thought. I nodded and continued to sob.

“And just what was this prank, anyway?” Daddy asked.

I looked at him and then I looked over at Uncle Jack. They were both frowning. At this point, I was almost more afraid of what Uncle Jack’s reaction would be, than Daddy’s.

“I, um, I, helped Diane explode some pens and put them in this girl's desk who no one likes. I know it sounds mean, Daddy. I'm sorry,” I tried. I knew it was probably too little, too late.

Uncle Jack didn’t say anything right away. But Daddy did. “That was not a very nice thing to do, was it?”

I didn’t answer. I knew it was wrong, even when I did it.

“Was it, Robin? Answer me, young lady,” Daddy insisted.

“No, sir, but Daddy, everyone hates her,” I tried. It was a feeble attempt, but I still said it.

“That's still no excuse, Robin,” Uncle Jack said.

Daddy agreed. “That's right. You don't have to like her, but you are *not* allowed to play nasty tricks on her.”

“Yes, sir,” I said. I knew I would be in big trouble when we got home.

Then Uncle Jack announced, “Well, Robin, looks like this little incident of yours will be costing you a paddling.”

Daddy looked at Uncle Jack and just nodded. Then he turned to me and said, “And when we get home, you are in more trouble, young lady.”

I was trying to digest what Uncle Jack had said. I looked up at him and my eyes continued to water. “Oh, No, please, Uncle Jack, I'm sorry.”

“Robin, you’re nine years old; you know the rules. Playing physical pranks on another student, and trying to leave school without permission, are both paddling offenses, for you, just like for any other student,” Uncle Jack explained.

“But that's not fair. Pleeeease! I'm sorrry!” I shouted. I looked to Daddy for help.

But he shook his head and said, “You will take what you have coming here, young lady. Because you don't want to add anything to what you have coming at home. It's perfectly fair -- if you break the rules, you get punished, same as anyone else.”

I knew at this point that I was in really big trouble, both here and then at home later. I didn’t know what to do or say.

Uncle Jack said, “Do you have anything to say for yourself?”

“No, sir, just that I’m sorry. And I won’t do it again.”

He kind of just nodded. Then he jotted something down on a piece of paper. “Robin, you said ‘Diane’, would that be Diane Furgeson?”

I hated ratting out on my friend, but I knew I had to answer. I nodded and said, “Um, yes, sir.”

Uncle Jack said, “Okay. Come here, please.” He indicated that I should approach his desk. I had only received a school paddling once before, but I remember it had hurt so much. I was afraid that this time would be worse, cuz I was older now.

I had hesitated, and Uncle Jack said, “Robin, come here now, please, and bend over my desk.” He turned to my Daddy then and said, “Charlie, will you act as my witness?”

“Of course, Jack.”

I walked over to Uncle Jack’s desk, slowly. I bent over the side. I felt Uncle Jack pull down my pants. Then he put one of his hands on my back. I think it was there to remind me to stay in position. He must have gotten out the school paddle, because the next thing I knew, I felt several sharp cracks on my backside.

{CRACK!} {CRACK!} {CRACK!} {CRACK!}

Oh my god, it hurt so much. I screamed, “Owwwwwwww! Oh, please, Uncle Jack, I'm sorrrry!”

He said, “You should be. You don't play pranks like that on anyone here.” {CRACK!} {CRACK!}

“OWWWWW, yes, sir!” I cried.

Now I know most principals don’t lecture students while they give them school paddlings, but you have to remember that this principal is also my uncle. He has probably given me as many spankings as my own Daddy.

I was in so much pain, but I tried to focus on Uncle Jack’s words.

“And you do not try to leave school without permission, either.” {CRACK!} {CRACK!}

“Yes, sir, I won’t anymore, I promise,” I cried. I would have promised the world then if he would just stop. My bottom was on fire.

Uncle Jack waited a moment, then said, "All right, Robin, get up and stand in the corner."

I walked slowly to the corner, looking back over my shoulder at both Daddy and Uncle Jack. I heard Uncle Jack buzz his secretary. “Would you have Diane Furgeson sent down here, please?" he said.

I just gasped as I heard her answer, “Yes, sir.”

I hoped Diane would not see me standing in the corner with my pants around my ankles. I also didn’t want her to know that I had snitched on her. I waited to see what Uncle Jack would do next.

After several minutes, he called me out of the corner. “Come here, please, Robin.”

I walked over and Uncle Jack leaned down and raised my pants. He then pulled me onto his lap and gave me a big hug. I was so surprised that I didn’t react at first. But then I put my arms around his neck and squeezed so tight.

“I’m sorry I had to do that, Robin,” he said.

“I know, sir. And I’m sorry that I misbehaved like I did.”

“Did you learn a lesson?” Uncle Jack asked.

I tried to wipe the tears out of my eyes as I answered. “Yes, sir, I won’t ever play a prank on anyone again. I promise.”

“Good,” he said. He lifted me off his lap and put me on my feet. I stood next to his desk. I watched as he wrote something down on a piece of paper. He handed it to me.

“Robin, I am suspending you for the rest of the day. You will go home with your father now. You can return to school tomorrow morning.”

I was a little surprised. I looked at Daddy to see his reaction but he made none. I already knew that Daddy was unhappy with me. That paddling had hurt, and I knew my punishments were far from over.

Daddy stood up then and shook Uncle Jack’s hand. He turned to me and said, “All right, Robin, come with me. We have a lot to talk about, at home.”

“Yes, Daddy,” I said.

As I walked out of the main office, holding Daddy’s hand, I saw Diane being led in by another student from our class. She looked at me with pure hatred. Coming back to school tomorrow would be quite difficult, I was sure.

There was silence in the car as Daddy drove us home. Our apartment was not too far from the school. We rode up in the elevator silently, as well. I was dreading the “discussion” I knew we were going to have.

Daddy led me into the apartment and right into my bedroom. He took a seat on my bed and stood me in front of him. Then he said, "Do you understand why I am upset with you, young lady?"

I looked at Daddy and nodded. “Yes, sir, cuz I pulled a prank on someone and then I lied to my teacher and to you. I'm sorry, Daddy.”

I began to rub my bottom. That paddling had really hurt. I started to cry again. “Please don't spank me, Daddy.”

Daddy raised his eyebrow and stared at me. “Robin, what is the rule when you do things like this? Is there any good reason why I shouldn't spank you?”

I kinda knew this wouldn’t work, but I tried it anyway. “Cuz Uncle Jack just paddled me hard, Daddy. Please? It really hurt.”

Daddy just said, “Yes, but when you misbehave at school, you often get punished at home, too. And I will *not* overlook your lying to me. You are getting a mouthsoaping, young lady, followed by a sound spanking. After that you will stay in your room for the rest of the day, except for dinner and the bathroom.”

I thought this was truly hard, considering what I had just been through. Maybe that’s why I did the next stupid thing I did. I tried to beg Daddy not to spank me.

“But Daddy, pleeeeease, I'm sorry. I already said I was sorry a million times!” I shouted. My voice probably got a little too loud and Daddy gave me the look.

“Robin, whining or yelling is not a good idea at this point. Yes, you have *said* that you are sorry a lot, but I want to be sure that you really *are* sorry, and that you remember this for a long time. Now, do you have anything else to say, politely? If not, you have an appointment with the soap.”

I knew I had lost the battle so I said, “No, Daddy.”

Daddy sighed and said, “Come on then.” I followed him to the bathroom. "Sit down, and open up," he ordered.

I knew it was going to hurt so much, but I also knew better than to argue at this point, so I did what Daddy said. I was right; it did hurt to sit down. Daddy put the soap in my mouth and tapped my chin for me to close up. I tried not to cry.

“Remember, this is what happens when you tell lies, young lady. I hope that you will think twice another time,” Daddy warned.

All I could do was nod. After several minutes, Daddy stated, “All right, you may take the soap out and rinse.”

Again, I did as he told me. But then I realized what was going to happen next. I started to cry. “Please Daddy, don't spank me.”

I could tell Daddy was losing his patience with me. “Robin, you *are* going to be spanked. Begging will only make it worse.”

I gave in and nodded, “Yes, sir.”

Daddy led me back to my bedroom. He sat down again and pulled me over his lap. Then he did what he always does when I’m going to get a spanking. He pulled down my pants and my panties. Then he started my spanking. {smack} {smack} {smack} {smack} {smack}

Oh, it hurt so much. Especially after the paddling I had already gotten. I screamed and cried. “OWWWWWW, Ow, Daddy, it hurts. Pleeease!”

But Daddy had no sympathy for me. {smack} “Yes, it hurts. {smack} Maybe that {smack} will help you remember.” {smack}

I couldn’t stand it. It felt like my bottom was on fire. I couldn’t stop yelling. “OWWWWWW, owwww, owwww, Daddy, please, it will, please stop!”

But he didn’t. It seemed like the more I screamed, the more he spanked. {smack} {smack} “I said {smack} no begging. {smack} You will not {smack} play pranks {smack} on other children {smack} ever again.” {smack}

“I won't, Daddy, I won't. OWWWWW!” I cried. I tried to jump up because the spanks hurt so much.

Daddy held me a bit more tightly. {smack} {smack} “Stay down! {smack} You will not {smack} ever {smack} ever {smack} lie to me. {smack} {smack} Is that {smack} clear, {smack} young lady?” {smack}

“Yes, sir,” I said. “I'm sorry.”

{smack} “And you will not {smack} plot to get out of school {smack} or to avoid trouble that you have earned.” {smack}

I couldn’t believe how long this spanking was lasting. It felt like an eternity. And it hurt so much. “Yes, Daddy, OWWWWW, please stop, Daddy. I learned my lesson.”

{smack}{smack} “I'll decide {smack} if you've had enough, {smack} young lady.” {smack}

Oh, my god, I didn’t think I could stand it another minute. It really felt like my bottom was on fire. I wanted to jump into an ice cold swimming pool to relieve myself. I tried one more time. “Dadddy, pleeeeeeease!”

{smack}{smack}{smack}{smack} “All right, your spanking is over, Robin.”

I think I couldn’t believe that it was finally over. Even though Daddy pulled me up into his arms for a big hug. I hugged him back really tight and cried over his shoulder. “Oh, Daddy, that hurt so much.”

Daddy said, “Well, it was supposed to -- but now it is all over, and I trust that you have learned your lesson.”

“Yes, I have, Daddy, I have. I'm so sorry, I won't ever do it again, I promise,” I cried. And I really meant it. Nothing was worth that kind of punishment. Nothing.

“That's good. You are still confined to your room as I mentioned, but aside from that, you are forgiven, lovey,” Daddy said, hugging me again.

As far as he was concerned, everything was over and done with. But how come I still felt bad? I didn’t understand. “Daddy? How can you forgive me so easily just cuz you spanked me?” I asked.

Daddy took a minute to think. “Well, Robin, that's a little hard to explain. But I know that people, particularly children, mess up. It doesn't mean that you are a bad girl; it just means that you did something naughty. So...”

Daddy had paused. I was still trying to digest what he said. I looked at him to finish. “So?” I asked.

“So, when you do, I punish you, to let you know that I disapprove and to help you learn not to do naughty things again. But I know that inside, you are still my very good girl, so I can forgive you with no problem. Besides, I love you very much and I don't like being upset with you,” Daddy explained.

I think he even had a tear in his eye, but I’m not sure. “I don't like when you're upset with me, either, Daddy.”

“That didn't explain it very well, but does it help you understand, Robin?” Daddy asked me.

“Yes, Daddy.” Then I thought of something. “Daddy? Are you gonna tell Mommy what I did?”

Daddy looked at me and nodded. “Yes, you know I don't keep secrets from Mommy -- not counting surprises like birthdays. But I will tell her that you've been punished at home and at school so that she won't have to -- or was there something else with Mommy -- you did say you called her at work, right?”

I gulped. “Um, yeah, I told you that, Daddy, but I didn't really.” I wondered if Daddy would soap my mouth again.

“Well, I guess that was part of the same lie as your being sick, so I will count it as already dealt with. But you had better not be telling any more lies, understand, young lady?” Daddy said sternly.

“Yes, Daddy, I won't,” I assured him.

“Good girl. Now you stay here. You can take a nap if you like, read a book, or work on some homework. I need to call my job and let them know I’m not coming back until tonight,” Daddy said.

“Okay, Daddy.” Daddy turned to leave my room but I called him back. “Daddy?”

“Yes, lovey?” he said.

“I’m sorry I made you leave your job,” I said.

Daddy came back into the room. “It’s all right, sweetheart. You’ve been punished and you’re forgiven.” He gave me a kiss on my forehead. “I’ll see you in a little while. Oh, and Robin?”

I looked up. “Yes, Daddy?”

“Sometime tonight I want you to write an apology note to both the girl in your class and to your teacher. Do you understand me?” Daddy asked.

I just nodded. After Daddy closed the door, I lay on my bed and thought about my day. I had to lie on my stomach, though, because the thought of my bottom touching the bed was too painful.

I was trying to think of what was going to happen the next day at school. That look that Diane had given me had scared me. How was I going to face her? And how was I going to face Lindsay? I knew I had to apologize to her, and to my teacher. I didn’t want to write those apology notes, but I knew Daddy would check. He’d probably tell Mommy to look for them. Oh, man, how do I get myself into these things?

I must have fallen asleep thinking about it, because the next thing I heard, was Mommy and Jennifer coming home. I picked my head up and listened. I think Daddy was telling Mommy what I did.

My door opened. “Robin?”

It was my sister, Jennifer. We’re twins and we share the same bedroom. “Yeah, you can come in.”

Jenn skipped into the room. “Daddy said you were suspended. What did you do?”

I woke up quickly and filled Jenn in on the whole saga. She sat there, wide-eyed and listened. “Wow,” she said.

The four of us had an early dinner together. Then Daddy went back to work. Mommy just kept looking at me all night.

“I still cannot believe what you did, young lady. It’s a good thing you’ve already been punished,” Mommy said.

I was thinking the same thing. As hard as Daddy spanks, Mommy spanks even harder.

Mommy made me go to be at 8:00 instead of 9:00, but I didn’t really care. I wanted to get away from her. Even though Daddy told her I had been punished, I could tell she was still disappointed in me. I was a bit disappointed in myself, too. And I still had to figure out what I was going to do about tomorrow.

The end.