Moving V

From: [email protected] (SamPast)

This story is fictitious. Any resemblance to living or dead, is purely a coincidence. This story involves the spanking of a young child. It is only a story. The author in no way encourages the spanking of young children. Enjoy the story. I would love any feedback. Please send any comments to: [email protected]


The next morning, Charlie, Lisa, baby Steven, and the twins went home to their new house. Charlie showed the girls around, and then led them upstairs to their "new" room.

"Okay, girls, all these boxes here are yours. Most of the stuff goes into your desks or on your shelves. I want you to try to put as much stuff away this morning as you can. We'll work on the playroom later on. I'll call you when it's time for lunch," Charlie said and then he left the room.

Everything went okay for about an hour. The girls worked hard. They managed to clear about four boxes between them. Then the bickering started.

Robin said, "Jenn, let's put this in the playroom."

Jennifer said, "But Daddy said to wait until later. He wants us to only do our desks and shelves now."

"Oh, and like you always do what Daddy says! Gimme a break, Jenn."

"Robin, I don't understand why you're fighting with me. Let's just get this work done, okay?"

A few minutes later, Charlie called the girls down to lunch. Jennifer seemed like she was in a good mood, but Robin was sulky. Charlie thought to himself, "Uh-oh, I feel trouble brewing."

Jennifer chatted nicely with her father, while Robin made a few not-so-nice remarks here and there. Charlie had to shoot her a few "I'm not too happy" looks and she stopped.

All of a sudden, Jennifer jumped up and shouted, "OH MY GOD!" and she ran out of the room. Jennifer ran to the bathroom. Then she started to cry. Charlie ran to the bathroom.

"Jennifer, baby, are you okay? What's the matter?" Charlie asked outside the bathroom door.

Lisa came out of their bedroom. "Honey, what's going on?" she asked.

Charlie told Lisa how Jennifer had run from the table. Lisa knocked on the bathroom door.

"Jenn? Are you okay? What happened, baby? Can I come in?" Lisa called.

Suddenly, Jennifer opened the door. She was naked from the waist down. In her hands, was a wet pair of pants and panties.

"I'm sorry, Mommy, Daddy. I tried to make it." Jennifer sobbed.

Just then, the baby started to cry. Lisa looked at Charlie.

"He's probably hungry. I have to go feed him," Lisa said.

Charlie said, "Okay, you go take care of him." To Jennifer he said, "It's okay, baby, come on, I'll come upstairs with you. We have to find your box of clothes."

Jennifer continued to cry as they walked up the stairs. She was very disappointed in herself, and knew that her father was probably, too. She knew that she had been having more accidents lately, and she hated it. She thought to herself, "I'm eleven years old. Why does this happen to me?"

Back in the dining room, Robin figured no one was coming back. She figured she'd go back upstairs and finish clearing out her boxes. She went upstairs. She saw her sister standing there in just her shirt, and thought to herself, "Oh, God, not again! What a baby!"

Charlie said to Jennifer, "I'll be right back up, baby, I think that box is still downstairs." He looked at his daughter before he left the room. She was still crying. He went back over to her and put his arm around her. "It's okay, baby. I'm not angry with you." That just made her cry even more.

When he was gone, Robin turned to Jennifer and in a nasty voice said, "I can't believe you wet your pants again, Jennifer."

Jenn sobbed, "It's not like I wanted to, Robin."

Robin said, "I think you did. I think you like to wet yourself."

"What are you talking about? What are you crazy, Robin?" Jennifer shouted.

Shouting back, Robin said, "I'm not the one who's crazy, Jenn. You're the one who's crazy. In fact, I think you wet your pants all the time on purpose, and you know what else I think?"

Jennifer said, "No, what else do you think?"

Robin answered, "I think you enjoy the spankings you get. I mean, my god, you must get one a week. I think you like to get spanked. YEAH, THAT'S IT, YOU PURPOSELY WET YOUR PANTS AND THEN YOU GET A SPANKING. IT'S PERFECT!" Robin was screaming now.

"THAT'S QUITE ENOUGH, YOUNG LADY!" This time, it was Charlie who was shouting. The girls had gotten into their fight so deeply that they didn't hear or see their father come into the room.

Robin was speechless. She was in shock that her father heard her say those things to her sister. Jennifer was quite upset. She covered her mouth and ran into the bathroom, crying hysterically.

Charlie watched Jennifer run into the bathroom. Then he turned to Robin and said, "Don't even think of moving, young lady. You are in very big trouble." Then he went over to the bathroom door and knocked. When he heard a muffled "come in," he went in. After a few minutes, Charlie and Jennifer came out.

"Okay, Jenn, I think you need a nap." Charlie said.

"No, Daddy, I'm okay. Really." Jenn said.

Charlie said, "Jennifer, don't argue with me. You were up late last night with your cousins. And you're exhausted. Come on now, you'll feel better. Let's go!" Her father helped her into her pantsies and she laid down on her bed. He turned to Robin and said, "You are coming downstairs with me. Now!"

Robin looked over at Jennifer, and suddenly regretted all the things she had said. She wasn't sure what had come over her, but just felt like she needed to say those things. Now she felt terrible, and she knew she was going to get a spanking.

Charlie brought Robin into his bedroom.

"Sit there," he commanded, pointing to a big red chair Lisa had bought. It was covered with clothes. Charlie cleared them off so Robin could sit down. Charlie called Lisa into the room. She had just put the baby down for a nap.

"What's going on?" she asked.

Charlie said, "Robin is in big trouble. You should have heard the things she was saying to Jennifer."

Lisa asked Robin, "What did you say, little girl?"

Robin did not answer her mother. She couldn't. She didn't think even she could repeat the things she had said to her sister.

"I'm waiting, Robin," Lisa said impatiently.

Charlie said, "You had better tell your mother what you said this instant, little girl."

Robin just sat there. Her mother and father stared at her, waiting.

Lisa said, "Robin, I want to know what you said to Jennifer and I want to know right now."

Robin looked at her father, "I'm sorry, Daddy, I didn't mean for anyone to hear what I said."

Her father said, "Except for Jennifer, right?" Then he turned to Lisa and told her the awful things Robin had said. When Robin heard her own words repeated, she burst into tears. The things she had said sounded worse when she heard her father say them.

"I'm sorry, Daddy, I'm sorry!" Robin cried.

"I think you're only sorry that I overheard you, young lady. Now come over here right now," Charlie said.

Robin went over to her father reluctantly. He pulled her pants and panties down, and she stepped out of them. He pulled her over his knees and started to spank. He was very angry and spanked harder than he usually did. Robin was hysterical by the fifth spank. After about two dozen more spanks, Charlie lifted Robin up. She put her hand back to rub the sting out. She went to lie down on the bed, for that is what she usually did after a spanking. But her mother stopped her.

"Just a minute, little girl, we're not finished here yet," Lisa said. She got up and went to her dresser. She picked up her hairbrush and came back and knelt down before Robin.

"You are going to be one sorry little girl, Robin. You're going to find out what happens to little girls who do not do what they are told, and who say nasty things." Lisa said.

Robin looked at the hairbrush. She had no idea what her mother was talking about; she had no idea what Lisa had in mind to do with the hairbrush. She couldn't understand why brushing her hair would be a bad thing. She was going to find out soon enough.

Lisa sat in the red chair. She told Robin to come and stand next to her. Lisa pulled Robin over her lap.

Robin said, "No, Mommy, No, Daddy already spanked me. I'm sorrrrrrry!"

"You know what, Robin, I think Daddy's right, you're not sorry about what you said, you're sorry you got caught. And I'm not very happy with you right now, because when Daddy told you to tell me what you said, you didn't. Well, if you think you're sorry now, wait until I finish spanking you with this hairbrush," Lisa said.

Charlie sat on the edge of the bed watching Lisa spank Robin with the hairbrush. He was mildly amused and somewhat shocked. For one thing, he had never actually witnessed his wife administer one of the twins' spankings, and for another thing, he had never heard her so angry before. He watched Lisa spank Robin over and over and suddenly wondered what her life had been like as a child.

"And I don't ever want to hear or hear about such language from you ever again, do you understand me, young lady?" Lisa finished her lecture with five rapid swats of the hairbrush.

Robin had never felt such fire in her rear end in her life. Her father had never spanked so hard, and she had never had two spankings in a row, especially one with a hairbrush. As soon as Lisa let her up, she rubbed her bottom with both hands and jumped around the room. All the while, Robin was crying hysterically.

Lisa said, "Now, I want you to go stand in the corner for 15 minutes."

Robin looked hesitantly at her father and then back to her mother. She had never been told to stand in the corner after a spanking before.

Charlie said, "Robin, I think you had better do what Mommy said, right now."

Robin walked over to the corner that her mother had pointed out and stood there facing the wall. For the entire fifteen minutes, Robin tried to rub the sting out of her bottom. Charlie and Lisa talked quietly, and every once in a while, looked over to make sure Robin was still where she was supposed to be.

Charlie said, "Wow, honey, that was quite a show. I never knew you could wield a hairbrush quite like that."

Lisa said, "Well, I had a lot of experience with it as a child, from the other end, of course." She chuckled.

"I guess we won't need to wash Robin's mouth out with soap this time. I'm pretty sure she will never speak to Jennifer like that again," Charlie stated.

(To be continued)

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