Robin Wants Attention

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]



Well, my two weeks of grounding were up. Today, I was free! After school today, I could do whatever I wanted. Maybe I would play outside, or talk on the phone, or watch tv while I talked on the phone. I loved to do that! Hmmm, I don't know. I really wish I could spend time with Daddy. I never get to be with just him. Ever since the baby was born, I haven't had any time with Daddy. Of course, Daddy was off from work today. I wish I could stay home from school and spend the day with him. Hey, why can't I? If I was sick, they would have to let me stay home from school. Okay, I can be sick. Let's see, a stomachache. No, that's not good, then I can't eat whatever I want. A headache? No, then I can't watch tv, and Daddy wouldn't let me play games. Okay, think. Ummm, what if I just didn't feel right, but I wasn't sure what it was? Yeah, that's it.

"Jenn? Are you up?" I asked trying to make my voice sound weak.

"Yeah. What's the matter, Robin? Are you okay?" she asked. Sucker!

I answered, "No, you know, I don't really feel well. Can you get Mommy and Daddy for me? I feel sick."

While Jenn was getting Mommy and Daddy, I wrapped the blanket around myself a few times. I tried to make myself sweaty. Then I thought of a really great idea! No, it was really bad. But, it would make them take notice. I don't know if I could do it. It was pretty gross. Of course, Jennifer does it almost every day. But then again, she does it by accident. Hmmm! The idea is to get their attention. Okay, I'll do it.

I listened to see if they were coming. Nope, not yet. I still had time. I tried to concentrate. Oh, I don't know if I can do this. I started to hear Mommy and Daddy's voices downstairs. Okay, it's now or never.

Pisssssssssss. Oh, yuck, that was so gross. Well now it's done. I wet my bed!

I laid back down and tried to look pathetic. Oh, god, I was pathetic. I cannot believe I just purposely wet my bed to get my parents' attention. They were going to lock me up and throw away the key.

Daddy came into the room first. He leaned down by my bed and said, "Hi, honey, what's the matter? You're not feeling very well?"

I shook my head no. Somehow, I didn't trust myself to speak. I thought maybe I would open my mouth and confess all.

Then Mommy leaned down. She asked, "Honey, what hurts? Does your tummy hurt? Your head?"

I had shaken my head no to both questions. Then for effect, I started to cry.

"I feel hot, and slimy, and I feel wet," I sobbed.

Mommy and Daddy exchanged a weird glance. Thank god, Jennifer wasn't in the room. Maybe she would have been able to see right through my lies. We are identical twins, after all.

Then Mommy did it. She pulled back the covers and felt the bed under me. Her mouth dropped open. I tried not to smile. It was really hard.

"What's the matter, Mommy? What'd I do?" I cried.

Mommy said, "It's okay, Robin. You must be sick. I'm afraid you wet your bed."

"Oh, no, no, no! Oh, I'm sorry, Waaaaaah!" I yelled.

Daddy said, "Oh, it's okay, honey, don't worry." Daddy picked me up out of bed and stood me up. Oh, yuck, I really felt gross.

Mommy said, "Okay, I'm going to change your sheets. You go into the bathroom and get cleaned up. Okay, honey?"

I shook my head back and forth. "I can't," I said, "I don't feel well." I continued to cry. Wow, this was easy. Poor Mommy and Daddy! They looked so concerned.

Daddy said, "Okay, Robin, I'll come in with you. How 'bout a nice warm bath?" He looked at Mommy and she nodded. Daddy went up to the door and knocked to see if Jennifer was almost done in there.

Jennifer came out. I was so embarrassed that I tried to hide against Daddy's chest. Jenn didn't even notice. She was all excited about some dumb boy at school who she thought was cute. She went around the room getting ready, not even noticing what Mommy was doing. That was fine with me! Besides, I don't think I could lie right to her face---she would know!

Jennifer went downstairs to have her breakfast. Mommy told her she would be right down. Then Daddy brought me into the bathroom. He started to run the water in the tub.

He turned to me and asked, "Robin, do you have to use the toilet, first?"

"I don't think so, Daddy. Uh-uh!" I shook my head back and forth.

When the bath was ready, I stepped out of my wet pajamas and got into the tub. Oooh, it felt so warm. I asked Daddy to stay with me. Boy, I am good!

Daddy stayed with me while I washed myself. Then I asked Daddy if he could put the shampoo in my hair. He did! Ever since Steven was born, he hadn't had time to give me my baths. I missed it.

When I got out of the tub, Daddy put a bath towel around me. Then he asked if I was ready to get dressed for school.

"I'm not going to school today, Daddy! I'm sick!" I started to cry. This had to work. I definitely did not wet my bed so that I could go to school. No, I was going to have a nice day at home with Daddy, no matter what I had to do.

Daddy sighed. "Okay, Robin, if you really don't feel well, you can stay home." He felt my forehead. "I don't think you have a temperature. Let me take it, just to make sure." Thankfully, he used the kind that goes in your mouth. I was lucky that Mommy wasn't taking it. She always used the other kind.

"Nope, no temperature, I didn't think so. What exactly is wrong, Robin? You said your stomach doesn't hurt? How about your head?" Daddy asked.

"No, Daddy, I don't know. I just don't feel right. I feel like I'm not myself, you know?" I asked. I laughed to myself. I am not myself. Because the me that I know would never wet her bed, especially on purpose. Oh, this had to work.

Daddy said, "Okay, Robin, well, let's get you into some nice clean pajamas. Then we'll go downstairs and find you some breakfast."

When we went downstairs, Jennifer was finishing her breakfast and doing last minute homework. Mommy was yelling at her. Daddy asked Mommy what was wrong, and she told him that Jennifer lied about her homework being done last night. Oooh, I thought to myself, Jennifer's in trouble!

Daddy frowned. He looked at Jennifer. "Why wasn't this homework finished last night, young lady?"

Oooh, not "young lady", that always means you're in trouble. I tried not to look at my sister. I tried to concentrate on my bowl of cereal.

Jennifer sobbed. "I don't know, Daddy, I was just telling Mommy, I just forgot. I'm sorry."

Daddy gave her a look. Then he said, "Well, I guess Mommy and I will have to start checking your assignment pad every night, then."

Jennifer started to argue, but I guess then she thought better of it and stopped. Mommy told her to hurry up or she'd be late for school. After a few minutes, Mommy told Daddy she was going to drop Jennifer off at school, take Steven to the babysitter's and then do some errands. She said she'd be back in a little while.

My mouth dropped open. I was shocked.

"But, Mommy?" I asked, "Don't you have to go to work?"

Mommy said, "Well, Robin, I had taken off today. Daddy and I were going to spend the day together, but since you're sick, I might as well get some things done."

I started to feel a little bad. Mommy and Daddy never had time alone together. But then I felt mad. I mean, Mommy was sort of playing hooky, too. And they were going to spend the day together and I never get to see Daddy, either. I was glad I had done what I did. Actually, that's what I tried to convince myself of.

Daddy and I had a great day together. Actually, Daddy, Mommy, and I. We played games, watched a movie on tv, and baked cookies. I was definitely glad I hadn't gone with the stomachache idea. At 3:00, Daddy went to pick Jennifer up at school. Mommy and I talked. It was really nice. We hadn't had a real conversation in a long time; she's always busy with the baby.

About an hour later, Daddy came home with Steven, Jennifer and dinner. He had gone and gotten a pizza. This had turned out to be the best day.

"So, how're you feeling, Robin? I brought your homework for you," my sister said after dinner. Figures, she had to ruin the evening with this.

"I feel a lot better," I said.

Jennifer said, "I know what you did this morning, Robin."

"What do you mean?" I asked. Meanwhile, inside my heart was beating a mile a minute. She couldn't possibly know.

She did. "I know that you wet your bed today, Robin. I saw your sheets. I saw Mommy changing them. I pretended I didn't, so as not to embarrass you. Now tell me, when did you start wetting your bed?"

I looked at Jennifer in amazement. I didn't know what to say. Basically, she was telling me that she knew I did it on purpose. Or was she? Maybe she was trying to psych me out! I didn't know what to say, so I said nothing at all. Maybe she would give up and leave me alone.

"Robin, I asked you a question! Since when do you wet the bed? You did it on purpose for some reason, didn't you? Well, you don't have to answer me, I know you did. And I don't like it. I feel like you're making fun of me to do it, and get something from it. So, today had better be the one and only time, or I'm telling Mommy and Daddy that you did it on purpose!"

And after that, Jennifer stormed out of our room. I just sat there. I couldn't believe this was happening. I decided to put it out of my mind and ignore my sister.

The next morning, I woke up before our alarm went off. Oh, I didn't want to go to school today. Yesterday was great, maybe I could have another day like that. Well, but Mommy and Daddy had to go to work today. But, if I was sick, one of them would have to take off and stay home with me, wouldn't they? Hmmmmm.

I heard the alarm go off, and Jennifer getting up. I just lay on my bed. After a little while, Mommy came upstairs to make sure we were up for school. Jennifer was in the bathroom getting ready.

Mommy came to my bed, and said, "Robin, it's time to get up for school."

I was crying. "Mommy," I said, "I'm sorry, it happened again. I wet my bed." It wasn't as hard to do today as it was yesterday. It still was disgusting, though.

Mommy gave me a hug, and told me not to worry. "Okay, you just get up, and get yourself cleaned up. I'll take care of the bed." She looked at me when I didn't move. "C'mon, sweetheart, you have to get ready for school."

Then Daddy came into the room. "Robin, why are you still in bed? You need to get ready for school. I'm going to take you girls in half an hour."

I got up and ran into Daddy's arms. "Please, Daddy, don't make me go to school today. I wet the bed again. I'm sorry. I don't feel well. I'm sick." I continued to cry. Man, I hope this was working, all this crying was giving me a headache.

Daddy and Mommy exchanged glances. Daddy said, "Robin, I'm sorry you had an accident, but you still need to go to school. Both Mommy and I have to work today. Besides, you're not sick. You're just having a problem. I'll call Dr. Greenberg this afternoon and make an appointment for you. Okay?"

I didn't see it, but he winked at Mommy.


Daddy turned me around and smacked me on my rear end. "You listen here, young lady, I won't have that kind of talk from you, do you understand?"

I nodded as I rubbed my behind. "I'm sorry for yelling, Daddy. But I'm sick, really."

Mommy said, "Robin, what did you mean, when you said you didn't do all this so you could go to the doctor?"

Uh-oh, she had me there. Why did I say that? I had gotten caught up in anger. Now I was stuck. "Umm, I don't know, I mean, um..." my voice trailed off. I was trying to think of something to say, when the bathroom door opened. I turned around.

Jennifer was standing in the doorway of the bathroom with a smug look on her face. She saw Mommy pulling the sheets off my bed and she stared at me.

"No!" I mouthed. Jennifer said, "What Robin meant was that she didn't wet her bed on purpose so that she could go to the doctor."

"Jennifer!" I shouted.

Daddy looked at me and then at her. "What are you saying, Jennifer?"

"Robin wet the bed on purpose. I'm not sure why. Maybe so she could stay home from school or something," my sister said.

Both Mommy and Daddy looked at me. "That's not true," I said. "It was an accident. Really!"

They all continued to stare at me. Finally, not being able to stand it another minute, I looked down at the floor. Daddy came over to me and lifted my chin up. Then he was looking right into my face.

"I want the truth, Robin, and I want it now," Daddy said.

"Umm, I, uh, it was an accident, Daddy," I said.

Daddy continued to stare at me. "Was it, Robin? Truly? Or did you do it on purpose? Tell me the truth now. You know it's better to tell me the truth in the beginning."

I debated in my head. If I told the truth, I would definitely get a spanking. But if I lied, I would feel terrible. It was totally obvious that I was going to school today no matter what, so what would it hurt to lie! How would they know, anyway? I was about to lie again, when Daddy spoke.

"Let me tell you something, Robin, before you answer. Now I want you to think about this carefully. Some children, like your sister, have a real problem with wetting the bed. It's possible that you just had a one or two-time accident, but if it's something more serious, we want to know about it. So, I'll make that appointment with Dr. Greenberg for as soon as possible."

I ran into Daddy's arms then, and sobbed. I buried my face into his chest and said, "No, Daddy, Jenn was right, I did it on purpose. I'm sorry." I continued to cry and Daddy continued to hold me. I didn't even hear Mommy and Jennifer leave the room.

Finally, Daddy pushed me away from his chest. "You realize, little girl, that we have a problem here now, don't you?" I nodded. "This means you lied to both Mommy and me yesterday and again today? Did you lie about not feeling well, too?" I hesitated but then nodded.

Daddy said, "I don't know why you would do this, Robin, this isn't like you. I'm afraid you're going to be punished." I just nodded my head. I was really crying now, and I couldn't stop.

Daddy pulled off my pajamas and panties. They were still a little wet, but they had mostly dried. He sat down on my freshly made bed, and pulled me onto his lap. Before he began to spank me, he said, "I'm very disappointed in you, Robin, I didn't think you would do something like this. You should be ashamed of yourself."

I was ashamed of myself. I looked at the floor. Daddy began to hit me on my bottom. He hit one cheek and then the other. He kept on hitting me until I was sobbing hysterically. Then he stood me up.

He said, "I want you to go get cleaned up, and changed right now. You, young lady, are going to school, and we will talk more about this after dinner, tonight, do you understand me?"

I did what I was told. I was so sorry for what I had done. I was even more sorry for my backside. I looked at it in the mirror and it was bright red. It was going to be hard to sit at my desk at school today. Oh, why did I do these things? Didn't I know that my stupid plans always backfire? When am I ever going to learn?


It was hard enough for me to sit in the car on the way to school. I had never gotten a spanking before school before. I was in a lot of pain right now, you know where. I was also very angry, at Jennifer, at Daddy, but mostly at myself. I don't know what I was thinking yesterday and today. Of course, I could have just lied again. But then I know I would end up digging myself in deeper and deeper. And I know from past experience that it would have just gotten me into even more trouble. But damn Jennifer for tattling on me. I would have to think of a way to get her back. For now, I had to think of a way I was going to get through the school day. I didn't even want to think about having to sit down at my desk.

I guess I was still mad, too, for not getting the attention I so badly wanted at home. That must be what led to my behavior in the classroom today. I'll tell you exactly what happened.

I walked into my classroom and chatted with my friends until the bell rang. My teacher, Mrs. Pappas, asked me if I was feeling better. I know I should have said yes, but I didn't; I said no. I still felt terrible. She asked me why I came to school today and I told her that my parents made me because they had to go to work. Which was true, if you think about it. She told me to just go to my desk and put my head down if I wasn't feeling well. That's when I totally lost it.

"NO! I won't!" I shouted.

She said, "Excuse me? What did you say, Robin?"

"I won't sit down and put my head down. I don't want to sit down."

Mrs. Pappas raised her eyebrows and stared at me. "Well, obviously you are still sick, or you wouldn't talk to me that way. Now, go to your seat."

She watched me as I walked to my desk. But I didn't sit down. I just stood there. I looked around. All the kids were sitting at their desks watching me. I think they were a little surprised that I had defied the teacher. Usually, I was teacher's pet. Well, it was time to shake my goody-goody habits. Obviously, trying to get attention at home wasn't working. It was time to move on to something more drastic. In hindsight, what on earth was I thinking? Anyway . . .

After a few minutes of just staring at me, Mrs. Pappas called the first reading group to the back of the room. I realized she was going to ignore me. Okay, I would play her game for a little while. I wasn't in the reading group she called so I just worked on my seat work. My feet were starting to hurt but I knew it would hurt even more to sit down, so I made myself stay on my feet. Mrs. Pappas looked over at me every few minutes, but I made sure not to make eye contact with her. Every time she looked my way, I looked the other way.

Finally, it was time for my reading group. I went to the back of the room and just stood there next to the reading table.

"All right, enough of this, Robin, I want you to sit down," Mrs. Pappas said.

I looked at her and said, "NO!" I looked around at the other kids in my group. I wanted to see the reaction I got. It was a good one. They all sat there with their mouths opened wide. Hey, I liked this 'acting out' stuff. I sure was getting a lot of attention in the classroom. Now to figure out how to get more at home; that's what I needed to work on.

I could tell Mrs. Pappas was trying to decide what to do. I guess she didn't want to challenge me in front of the class, so she just proceeded with the reading lesson. She didn't call on me to read, though. But I didn't care. I could tell I was making her nervous by standing while everyone else was sitting.

Then we did math, language arts, and writing. I stood the whole time. I really was getting tired, but I didn't want to cave in now. Right before lunch, Mrs. Pappas called me over to her desk.

"Yes?" I asked in my sweetest voice.

"Robin, I don't know what's going on with you today, but I don't like it. I'm going to keep you in at lunch, and maybe that will change your attitude. In a few minutes, I will bring the rest of the class to lunch. You will stay here. I will find some work for you to do," she said sternly.

"NO! I WON"T! I WON'T STAY HERE!" I shouted.

My teacher was shocked. I don't know if she thought I was playing a game with her all morning or not, but I think she had had it. I probably had gone too far, but I didn't care. I was going to see this thing through.

"That's it, Robin, I have had it with you all morning. I don't know what's going on, but you are in big trouble. I'm going to take the rest of the class to lunch and you are going to the principal's office! Let's go!"

Mrs. Pappas grabbed me by the arm and led me out of the room. To watch me, it was pretty ridiculous. Imagine a teacher having to lead a sixth-grade girl down the hall like a four-year-old! I just smiled to myself. I mean, the principal was my uncle. What was he gonna do? She saw me smirk but she didn't say a word. At the time, I didn't even think about how upset I made my teacher. All that would come later.

After dropping the class off in the lunchroom, Mrs. Pappas led me into the main office. She asked the secretary if she could see Mr. Levine. My eyes grew wide as I heard that my uncle was not in the building today; he was at a principal's conference at the district office.

"Mr. Fried will be down here in a few minutes. He's acting principal for the day," the secretary said.

I couldn't believe my rotten luck. Oh man, now I was in big trouble! Mr. Fried was another sixth grade teacher. He was the meanest teacher in the school. He was also the vice principal. Kids were so afraid of him; they froze if they just saw him in the halls. I was really scared now.

My teacher told the secretary that she would be right back. I finally sat down on one of the chairs in the office. Actually, I sank down. I started to cry. I guess I finally realized what big trouble I was in.

The secretary, whose name was Margaret, took pity on me. She said, "C'mere, Robin, why don't you tell me what's going on?

I looked at her. I didn't want to tell her anything. I didn't even know what I was doing. I just shook my head.

"Robin, I know you were probably expecting to see Mr. Levine. I know about your 'connection' ," she said.

Now it was my turn for my mouth to drop open. I couldn't believe she knew I was the principal's niece. I thought no one was supposed to know.

"What do you know?" I asked cautiously.

Margaret answered, "I know, Mr. Levine is your uncle. Don't worry, I won't tell anyone. I've known for years."

I felt relieved. Of course, Uncle Jack would have had to tell her. I mean, she's his secretary. She must know all his business. I went and stood next to her.

"Well, um, I don't know why, but I've been really bad in class all morning," I said.

"Well, did anything happen before school today to put you in a bad mood?" she asked.

I thought back to what had happened this morning. It seemed like a hundred years ago. I didn't know how much I should tell her. But suddenly, I really trusted her. Maybe it was because she knew this secret that I had been carrying for more than five years. So I told her everything.

She nodded. "Hmm, that's hard," she said, "having to come to school after getting a spanking. It must have really hurt to sit at your desk this morning."

I started to cry. "No, I don't know. That's the problem. I wouldn't sit down. I wouldn't listen to my teacher, and I made her really mad."

"Yes, you did."

I turned around. There, standing in the doorway, with a tray of food in her hand, was my teacher. And behind her, the person I feared the most, Mr. Fried. I don't know how long they had been standing there, but suddenly I was very embarrassed. I didn't know if they had heard that I had gotten a spanking that morning, or not.

Mr. Fried said, "Well, young lady, I think you had better come with me into the principal's office. Your teacher has been telling me what a busy morning you have had."

I reluctantly followed them into my uncle's office. It seemed weird to be in there without him. I suddenly wished more than anything that he was there.

Margaret had also come with us into the office. She came up to me with a tissue and whispered in my ear, "Why don't you tell the truth? It's always the best way."

I nodded my head and thanked her. Then I turned to face Mr. Fried and Mrs. Pappas.

Mr. Fried said, "Mrs. Pappas has told me that you spoke very rudely to her and would not follow her directions at all. She told me that you were very unruly and had disrupted the class more than once. She also said you refused to sit down all morning. Is this true?"

I didn't know what to say, so I just nodded. I was beginning to feel very bad. I was very disappointed in myself. I don't know what came over me. I was beginning to think I had split personality. Part of me wanted all this attention and would do anything to get it. Another part of me wanted to do all the right things and to feel accepted and appreciated by everyone. Unfortunately, I only realized this after each time I got caught doing something wrong.

Mr. Fried said, "Well, do you have anything to say for yourself, Robin?"

I thought about what Margaret had told me; just tell the truth. So I did. Well, I started to, anyway.

"Um, well, sir," I looked down. I was really scared.

Mrs. Pappas softened toward me. I guess she saw the real me underneath all this bravado. She said, "Go on, Robin, tell us."

I started again. No better time like the present.

"Well, the reason I didn't want to sit down today, was, um, well, this morning at home, my father gave me a spanking. It really hurt and I didn't want to sit down in my seat. I guess I could have just told you that, but . . . Um, well, I guess I was embarrassed." There, I said it.

Mrs. Pappas looked at me. She said, "Well, Robin, I am surprised you got a spanking. I think you are one of the most well-behaved children I've ever had in class. You must have done something pretty bad for your father to have to spank you, especially before school."

"Yes, ma'am, it was, but I really don't want to talk about it," I said.

My teacher continued, "No, I don't expect you to. That's your business. But I don't understand something. I realize now why you would not want to sit down for a while, but why were you rude and disruptive?"

I thought about it for a few minutes before I responded. "Um, well, I guess I was mad at my dad for spanking me, and I was mad at my sister because she's the one that told on me to get me in trouble, and I was kind of mad at myself for doing what I did."

Both Mrs. Pappas and Mr. Fried were nodding.

Mr. Fried said, "Well, Robin, it seems you were mad at the world and you decided to take it out on your teacher, huh?"

"Yes, sir," I said, "I'm sorry." I turned to my teacher, "I'm really sorry, Mrs. Pappas."

Mr. Fried said, "Well, Robin, I'm going to give you detention for one day. Tomorrow. Here's a note explaining why you have to go. I want you to give it to your parents tonight and have them sign it. Then you will come to my class tomorrow at 3:00 and stay until 5:00. I will find some things for you to do."

I looked up at Mr. Fried. Was he kidding? I had to stay alone with him in a classroom after school? If you thought I was scared before, I was really frightened now.

I took the note that he proffered. I looked at it and then started to cry again.

"Um, Mr. Fried, couldn't I just stay in Mr. Levine's office for detention tomorrow? He'll be back by then, won't he?" I asked tentatively.

Mr. Fried looked at me. "Well, he will, but he's not involved in this matter. I am. And you will stay in my room tomorrow from three until five. Now, you will give that note to your parents tonight, won't you? Maybe I should call later to make sure you do it?"

I knew I was defeated. "No, sir, that won't be necessary, I'll make sure my parents get the note. Honest."

Mrs. Pappas said, "Okay, Robin, why don't you come back to the classroom with me now? You can finish your lunch and then we'll go pick up the rest of the class."

"Yeah, okay," I said. I followed my teacher out of the office. I didn't say good-bye to Mr. Fried. Unfortunately, I would be seeing him again really soon.


I waited for Jennifer by the flagpole after school. We always waited here together for Mommy or Daddy to pick us up. Today would be Mommy as Daddy had to work late on Tuesdays. He wouldn't be home until we were getting ready for bed. On this particular day, I'm not sure if this was a good thing or bad.

Jennifer came running up to meet me. "Robin, is it true? When I didn't see you at lunch, I asked Cynthia what happened." Cynthia was one of my best friends. Jenn continued, "She said you were really bad in class and Mrs. Pappas had to take you to the office. So what happened, did Uncle Jack give you a spanking?"

Oh, I was really not in the mood for this. I didn't want to have to explain anything to Jennifer. She was staring at me and waiting for me to tell all.

I said, "You know what Jenn, I'm really not in the mood to tell you what happened. I'm still a little mad at you for telling on me this morning."

"Fine," Jenn said, "then I'll just tell Mommy what I heard at lunchtime. I'm sure she'll want to know all the details. And you'll have to tell her. About this morning, I warned you last night I would tell if you did it again, and you did, so there." Then she stuck her tongue at me. Can you believe it?

Now I didn't want her to say anything to Mommy until I was ready to tell her myself. I was thinking like after dinner, maybe. Besides, it would give my butt an extra couple of hours to rest until my next spanking. There wasn't any use to even think about it not happening. I knew when Mommy found out what I did, I would get one.

I debated for another minute and then said, "Okay, fine, I'll tell you what happened but you have to promise not to say anything to Mommy. I will tell her but I want to wait a little while, like maybe after dinner. Okay?"

She agreed, so I told her what had happened. She couldn't believe I got detention with Mr. Fried. She was scared to death of him, too. Then I saw Mommy pull up out of the corner of my eye. Jennifer started to walk away, but I grabbed her by the arm.

"Remember, Jenn. Not a word." I cautioned. She just nodded.

We got into the car. Jenn got up front which was fine with me. I sat in the back with Steven. I didn't want to have to look Mommy in the eye right now. And I didn't want her to look at me either. I was afraid she would be able to tell that I had misbehaved just by looking at me. It was a nice distraction playing with the baby on the short ride home. Jennifer and Mommy chatted about her school day in the front seat. If Mommy noticed I was being extremely quiet, she didn't say anything.

When we got home, I told Mommy I was going to go upstairs and work on my homework. I knew she would think this was strange, because we always did our homework at the dining room table.

"Don't you want your snack, Robin?" she asked.

"No, thanks, I'm not hungry. I just want to get my homework done. I feel like doing it by myself today," I said hurriedly as I ran upstairs.

I lay on my bed and worked on my homework. It was hard to concentrate as I had other things on my mind, like when Mommy found out about what I did in school today. You would think it would be enough just me feeling terrible about it. But I knew that was wishful thinking. I would be expected to feel guilty, but I still would get a spanking. I sat there and worried about it for an hour. Then I heard a knock on the door.

"Come in," I yelled. It was Mommy. I guess I kind of knew it would be.

"Hi, sweetie, is anything wrong? You don't usually do your homework up here. I asked Jenn but she's awfully quiet. Did something happen at school today?"

Oh, why did she have to ask it exactly that way? If I said, 'no', then I'd be lying. But I wasn't really ready to tell her what I did. She was looking at me all concerned waiting for me to answer.

"Um, well, yes, something did happen, but I kind of wanted to wait until after dinner to tell you." Yeah, right, but it was worth a try.

Mommy said, "I think I want you to tell me now what happened, Robin."

"Okay," I said, but then the words wouldn't come out. I couldn't think of how to tell her, so I just fished through my bookbag for the note Mr. Fried had given me. I started to cry as I handed it to her.

I watched Mommy's face as she read the note. I could tell she was getting angry. She must have read it twice because it took her a really long time.

"Robin! I cannot believe you did these things. Tell me Mr. Fried is mistaken," Mommy said.

I sobbed. "No, Mommy, I'm sorry, but it's all true. I was really bad for Mrs. Pappas and she had to lead me by the hand to the office. But Uncle Jack wasn't there, so Mr. Fried said I had to go to his room tomorrow for detention." I looked at Mommy. She was angry. "I'm sorry, Mommy."

"Not as sorry as you're going to be, little girl. Come here," she stated.

I sobbed as I went and stood next to her. She pulled my pants and panties down in one shot. Then she pulled me across her lap and started to spank my poor bottom before I even knew what hit me. Literally.

"No, Mommy, please don't. Daddy just spanked me this morning! No, I'm sorry!" I wailed.

"Well, you should have thought about that at school today while you were disrupting the class and being disrespectful to your teacher," Mommy said. She punctuated each word with a spank. It felt like a really bad spanking. Maybe it was just because it was on top of the one I had gotten that morning.

When she was finished, I just lay on her lap sobbing. I really was sorry, even if Mommy didn't believe me.

Mommy stood me up and made me look at her in the face. "Robin, I want you to promise me that you will never act like this again, whether it's at school or anywhere else."

"I won't, Mommy, that spanking hurt, I'm sorry." Then I said something I probably shouldn't have. "You know, you didn't have to hit me so hard, I already felt bad enough." I guess I kind of spit those last words out.

Mommy swung me around and smacked my behind again. Ouch, that smarts.

"What did you just say to me, little girl? How dare you talk to me like that. Now I'm going to bring you into the bathroom and wash your mouth out with soap!"

"No, Mommy, I'm sorry. I'll be good. I'm sorry!"

Mommy brought me into the bathroom and pushed me lightly onto the toilet seat cover. Ouch, now that hurt! I jumped right up. But Mommy pushed me back down. "Let that be a reminder for you." I continued to cry.

Putting the bar of soap into my mouth, Mommy said, "You should just be glad I'm not going to get my hairbrush. If I had spoken to my mother the way you just spoke to me after a hand spanking, I would've gotten a hairbrush spanking on top of it."

After a few minutes, Mommy took the soap out and let me rinse my mouth out. It didn't help. I still had the yucky soap taste in my mouth.

"Now, go lay on your bed and cry it out," Mommy said. "I'll come back up in a little while, after we've both calmed down, and we can talk about this. Okay?" Mommy had softened a little.

I didn't trust myself to speak nicely yet, so I just nodded. I went and laid down on my bed, and cried.

After I felt like I had cried for a very long time, I sat up. I looked at the clock. It was almost 6:00. I must have fallen asleep. We would be eating dinner soon. Then we would have baths, and get ready for bed. Then Daddy would be home. I wasn't really looking forward to him coming home tonight. Suddenly there was a knock on the door. It was Mommy, again.

"Robin, can we talk now? Mommy asked, almost sweetly.

I nodded. As she walked over, she leaned down and picked up my panties and pants from the floor and handed them to me. I put them on. Then she came and sat down next to me on my bed. I waited for her to start. The last time I had opened my mouth, I ended up with a bar of soap in it.

"I spoke to Daddy," Mommy said, "and he thinks we all have to sit down and talk. He's going to try to come home before you go to sleep tonight."

"Okay, Mommy." I said.

Then Mommy said, "But, is there anything you want to talk to me about before later?"

I shook my head back and forth. "No, Mommy." I whispered.

Mommy said, "I think, Robin, you want to apologize to me for the way you spoke earlier."

I looked at Mommy. She was right, of course, I really did need to apologize, but something held me back. Okay, I told myself, just do it.

"I'm sorry, Mommy, I shouldn't have talked to you that way," I said.

Mommy said, "No, honey, you shouldn't have. You know that part of the job of being a Mommy is to punish children when they've been naughty. And you were very naughty today. Weren't you?"

I tried to hide my smile at the juvenile word, "naughty."

"Yes, Mommy, I was, but I won't let it happen again," I said, knowing this was what she wanted to hear.

"Okay, Robin, come and wash up for dinner. Your sister is setting the table. We'll talk more when your father comes home."


After dinner, I took my bath and put on my pajamas. I was laying on my bed when there was a knock on the door. Jennifer got up and opened the door, to Daddy.

"Hi, Daddy," Jenn said and gave him a big hug. Daddy hugged and kissed her back.

Then he looked at me. "What, no hug? No kiss?" he asked.

"I thought you would be mad at me," I said.

Daddy came over and put his arms out for a hug. I hesitated, then got up and hugged him. He kissed me on the forehead.

"I think you and me and Mommy need to talk downstairs, right now," he said. I just nodded, then followed him out of the room.

I didn't say a word as I followed Daddy to the living room. Mommy was already sitting there waiting for us. Daddy sat down on the couch, and I sat in between them. Even though we were all sitting next to each other, they could still both look at me, because it was one of those circular couches and I was sitting right in the middle. I felt like the monkey, in the game, Monkey in the Middle. I waited for either Mommy or Daddy to speak first. I didn't have to wait for too long.

"Robin, why don't you tell us what's going on? Daddy asked.

"What do you mean, Daddy?" I asked innocently.

Daddy was already losing patience, "Robin, don't play games with us. You were spanked twice just today, and have been getting into a lot of trouble the past few weeks. It seems ever since we moved to the house, you have been in trouble. This isn't like you. And Mommy and I want to know what's going on. And we want to know right now!"

"I don't know, Daddy," I said. I looked at Daddy. He didn't seem like he was believing me. "Really, I don't know what's the matter with me."

Mommy turned me to face her. She looked right into my eyes and said, "Robin, you know we love you, don't you?"

I know that was supposed to be one of those questions that you don't really answer, but I thought about it anyway. Yeah, I guess I knew they loved me, somewhat anyway. I don't really know what was wrong with me.

"Yes," I said softly.

Mommy looked at Daddy and then continued, "We only punish you because we want you to learn the difference between right and wrong. We do it because we love you and care about you."

Daddy added, "We're trying to help you make the right choices, Robin. When you make a bad choice, one that leads to trouble, you must be punished. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Daddy, yes, Mommy," I said.

Daddy said, "Well, young lady, what do you have to say for yourself about your behavior at school today? That was very unlike you to disrupt the class and be disrespectful to your teacher."

"I know, and I'm sorry, I won't do it again," I sobbed. I was already feeling bad, and they were making me feel more guilty.

"I'm afraid 'I'm sorry' isn't enough to explain your actions, Robin. We want to know why you acted the way you did."

"I, um, I was mad, Daddy," I said, hoping I wouldn't have to elaborate.

"Mad at who, Robin?" Mommy asked.

"Mr. Fried said I was mad at the world, but I was just mad at Daddy because he spanked me, and mad at Jennifer for telling on me. And I guess I was mad at myself for getting into trouble in the first place." There, I finally said it. Man, I was exhausted. Today had been a never-ending day.

Daddy picked me up and sat me on his lap. "I understand, that, Robin, really I do, but that doesn't explain why you disrupted the class."

"But, Daddy, my butt hurt and I didn't want to sit down!" I shouted.

Mommy warned, "Robin! Watch your tone!"

"I'm sorry," I whispered. I was afraid to open my mouth again.

Mommy looked at Daddy. It seemed like they might be ready to give up.

"Okay, Robin," Daddy said, "I guess that explains your behavior in school today. I want you to promise me you will never act like that again. If you do, you will be spanked again, do you understand?"

I nodded.

Then Daddy continued, "Now that we got that resolved, let's backtrack to this morning and yesterday morning, why did you wet your bed purposely and then lie about it?"

I thought to myself. This was the time, I thought, I could just tell them how I feel. I could say that sometimes I hate being a twin. That I hate sharing so much with Jennifer, including my parents. How I'm jealous of the baby. I could say that I wanted more attention. But I didn't. I guess I wasn't ready to tell all.

All I said was, "I don't know, Daddy, I guess I just wanted to stay home from school. I thought it would be a good way to do it."

Daddy and Mommy looked at each other again. I think they thought there was more to it. There was, of course, but they didn't know that.

Daddy said, "Well, Robin, I hope you understand now, that what you did was very wrong. And I hope it never happens again."

"It won't, Daddy, I promise. I promise, Mommy," I vowed.

Mommy said, "Okay, Robin, go upstairs and brush your teeth and get into bed. We'll be up in two minutes to tuck you in. It's late."

I did what I was told. I didn't want any more trouble today.


Today was Saturday. It had been a whole four days since my last spanking. I was trying to stay on my best behavior, but was still thinking of two things. One was how I was going to get back at Jennifer for telling on me Tuesday morning. I can still see her smug smile in the bathroom doorway when she was telling Mommy and Daddy that I wet my bed on purpose. The other thing I was trying to think of was how to get some more attention, and more importantly, in a way that wouldn't get me into trouble. I had been spanked more times in the past few months than in my entire lifetime.

An answer to the first thought: getting back at Jennifer, came to me while we were downtown. Daddy was at work, and Mommy had let us walk into town together. We each had some money and were looking to buy something. We were in one of those little stationery/card/candy/tobacco stores, kind of like a TeAmo. We each had picked out some candy we wanted to try. I had put my money in my pocket, while Jenn had chosen to carry around her bookbag. It worked perfectly with my plan.

You see, there was this toy that Jennifer wanted. It was a silly little thing, but it cost a lot of money. She really didn't have enough money to buy that plus the candy. So she was walking around the store with it, trying to decide if it was worth it to buy it. Here's what I did: I took an identical toy to the one Jenn was carrying, and slipped it under my shirt. I made sure to do it right near those big mirrors that they have near the ceiling. Now, Jenn wears glasses, but other than that, we look exactly alike. I mean, exactly alike (only our parents and other close family can tell us apart).

I did it, with my back to the mirror, but you could still see what I was doing. Then I walked away from the mirror, slipped it back out, and went to stand by Jennifer. I started to talk to her as I slowly unzipped her bookbag. Then I just threw the toy in. We were nowhere near the mirrors, then. She was asking me a question; I wasn't even listening.

"Oh, Jenn, your bookbag is open. You want me to zip it up for you?" I asked sweetly.

She tried to look back over her shoulder. "Oh, it is? Okay, yeah, close it for me."

So I did. After that, we went up to pay for our candy. Jenn had decided not to buy the toy and had gone and put it back.

The clerk looked suspiciously at my sister. "Will that be all, young lady?"

Jennifer had not been listening. She was busy counting her money. She looked up, "What?"

The clerk repeated himself, "I asked, will that be all, Miss?"

"Oh, yeah, that's it, thanks," Jennifer answered.

Jenn waited while I paid for my candy. We started to walk to the door. All of a sudden, a big, burly man came over and said, "Just a minute, girls."

Jennifer turned around and said, "Is there something wrong?"

The big man said, "Yes, there is, you seemed to have forgotten to pay for something."

I stepped in and said, "What? What are you talking about?"

Jenn asked also, "What do you mean?"

The man asked Jennifer to hand him her bookbag. She did it reluctantly. She couldn't understand why he wanted it. I watched my sister as she watched the big man. Her eyes grew wide as she saw him pull that stupid little toy from out of her bookbag.

"I don't understand," my sister said, "I don't know how that got there."

"I do." We looked. It was the clerk. "I saw you in the mirror. You slipped it under your shirt and then must have put it in your bookbag."

"No, I didn't. Really!" Jennifer said. Then she got this horrified look on her face, "You did it, Robin. You pretended to just close my bookbag but you were really stealing that toy, and putting it in my bookbag."

I said, "Yea right! I don't think so, Jennifer. Try another line." I laughed to myself. Boy, it was easy playing dumb.

The big man took us back into his little office. He told us to sit and wait while he made some phone calls. Before we knew it, our father was standing next to us in the store. Jennifer and I were still arguing when her face went pale.

I said, "What? What's wrong?"

She pointed over my shoulder. I turned around, and there was Daddy. He had on his work clothes and he did not look happy. I tried not to smile.

"Daddy, I didn't do it, Daddy. They're saying I stole a toy, and I didn't," my sister whined.

"We'll talk about this later, Jennifer." He turned to the big man. "I assume you're the manager, the one I spoke to on the phone?" After the big man nodded, Daddy continued, "Hopefully, we can work this out. You're not going to press charges, are you?"

The big man said, "No, not this time. But I'll be watching for these two. If I see them hanging around, they better be paying customers."

Daddy said, "Thank you. Can I at least pay you for the toy?"

"No, that won't be necessary," the big man said.

Daddy grabbed us and pushed us out in front of him as he started to walk to the front of the store. As he was reaching for the door, the big man said, "You know if those were my kids . . . "

Daddy didn't let him finish. "Well, they're not your kids, but I can assure you I will get to the bottom of the story, and they will be properly punished." He turned to us and said, "Let's go!"

Both Jennifer and I involuntarily gulped. First Daddy had said, "get to the bottom." Then he had said, "they will be punished." What was this "they" stuff? I didn't do anything. At least, no one knew for sure I did anything.

When we got to the truck, Jenn tried again, "I didn't do anything, Daddy, it was Robin. She put that toy in my bag."

"Jennifer, I told you we would talk about this when we got home. Now shush. It's bad enough I had to leave work to come and get you two. I don't want to hear another word until I ask for one, understand?"

My sister just nodded.

When we got home, Mommy was surprised to see Daddy.

"Honey, why aren't you at work?" Then she saw us. "What happened?" she asked.

Daddy said, "I got a phone call at work that one of these two was caught shoplifting. I had to go pick them up."

"Shoplifting? Who? It couldn't be Jennifer. She's already been punished several times for stealing. And Robin wouldn't do it, either," Mommy stated.

We all went into the living room. This seemed to be the family meeting place.

"Well," Daddy said, "it was in Jennifer's bookbag that they found the stolen toy. And the clerk swears he saw her put it in her shirt before putting in the bookbag."

"I didn't do it, honest. Daddy, I didn't," Jennifer cried. "I swear I didn't do it."

"Don't swear, Jennifer," Mommy admonished.

"Mommy, Daddy, I didn't steal that toy. I learned my lesson with Beth Thompson's wallet. Really!"

Mommy asked, "Well, Jennifer, how else do you think that toy got into your bookbag if you didn't put it there?"

That's when Jennifer whipped around and pointed to me. I was just sitting there trying to mind my own business, but still keep abreast of what was going on.

"Robin did it. She said my bookbag was open, and asked me if I wanted her to close it. But I bet she really put the toy in, to make it look like I stole it," Jennifer said.

Daddy and Mommy looked at me. Their eyebrows went up. I don't think they believed my sister.

"That's ridiculous. Why would I do that? It just doesn't make any sense. I was as shocked as she was when they stopped us from leaving the store," I remarked.

I hoped I sounded convincing. But it didn't really matter. Jennifer had no proof that I did it. My plan to get back at her was working beautifully.

Daddy said, "Jennifer, your sister's right. It doesn't make sense. Why would Robin steal something and frame you? I'm afraid you're only making things worse for yourself, young lady."

Jennifer said, "But that's the point, Daddy, don't you see? She's trying to get back . . . "

Mommy cut her off, "Enough, Jennifer Lynn. Go up to your room. One of us will be right up."

Jennifer just glared at me as she slowly walked out of the room. Mommy turned to me and said, "You're excused, too, Robin."

I didn't want to leave just yet. I wanted to hear what Mommy and Daddy were going to talk about. I let them think I was going upstairs by leaving the room and making noises on the stairs, but I really went into the kitchen, and got down on my hands and knees. I crawled from the kitchen into the dining room. Our house goes entirely around. The dining room borders on the kitchen and on the living room, where my parents were. I crouched down behind the pass-through. Basically, I was right behind Daddy's chair. And I could hear every word.

" if you want to get back to work," Mommy said.

"No," Daddy said, "I want to finish what I started, right now. I want Jennifer to know she can't get away with this stuff."

Mommy said, "What did you think about Jennifer trying to blame Robin?"

"I don't know. That was kind of strange. Jennifer was quote unquote swearing she didn't steal that toy, but blaming Robin, that was a bit farfetched, even for Jennifer."

"Yes, I think you're right, Charlie. I'm really sorry, though, that you had to be bothered by this at work. I must have been in the shower when they called. I was just so glad Steven had finally fallen asleep that I decided to reward myself with a long, hot shower," Mommy declared.

Daddy said, "Well, I guess I shouldn't put this off any longer."

That was my cue to leave. I laughed to myself as I crawled back to the kitchen. Haha, now Jennifer was going to get hers. I ran up the stairs as quietly as I could.

I walked in, sat on my bed, and picked up my book. Jennifer was laying on her bed crying. She looked up when I walked into the room. She didn't have time to say anything to me, though, because Daddy came in, too.

He walked over to her bed and sat down. "Let's go, Jennifer."

"But, Daddy, what about Robin? I don't want her watching," Jenn whined.

Daddy looked over toward me. I had turned the other way pretending to be engrossed in my book.

"Robin's reading, Jennifer. Besides, you tried to get her into trouble. I don't like that. Now stop wasting time. I have to get back to work."

Jennifer got up and went and stood in front of Daddy. He pulled her pants and panties down and she stepped out of them. I laughed to myself; she wouldn't be needing those for a while.

Daddy pulled Jenn over his lap and started to spank her naughty bottom. I sneaked looks whenever I could. Every time I thought Daddy was looking toward me, I turned away. Boy, was Jennifer howling. Daddy was giving her a thorough spanking. I guess because this wasn't her first time caught stealing. He wanted to make a lasting impression with this spanking, like his hand on her bottom. I laughed to myself, again. Ha ha, I had made a little joke, get it? impression? on her bottom?

Finally, I guess, Daddy had thought it was enough. I quickly looked at Jennifer and then back to my book. Then I looked back again. Her bottom was cherry red. And she was crying hysterically. Daddy was rubbing her bottom and making shushing noises. Finally, I saw him stand her up and then help her lay on her bed. He went and got one of her pantsies and laid it under her on the bed. He kissed her on the cheek and told her he loved her. Quickly, I turned away again.

Daddy came over to me and kissed me on the forehead. "You be good, Robin, and don't tease your sister. I'll be home late tonight. I love you."

"I love you, too, Daddy," I said.


I sat up in bed. I looked around. The room was still light. I couldn't figure things out. You know how that feels when you just wake up. I looked over at Jennifer. She was asleep in just her shirt, pantsies, and socks. On the floor next to her bed, were her pants and underwear. Oh, yeah, now I remember, I thought to myself.

I heard Jennifer stir. She got up and went into the bathroom. She came out in just her shirt and socks. She reached down and picked up her pants and got dressed. Then she just looked at me.

"I know what you did, Robin. I know you put that toy in my bookbag and got me in trouble," she stated matter-of-factly.

I laughed, "Yeah, and so what if I did!"

"You admit it? I'm going to tell on you," Jennifer said increduously.

"Go ahead, see if it works. They didn't believe you before when you told them," I said laughingly.

"I can't believe this, Robin, why would you do that to me?" my sister asked.

I said, "Doesn't feel too good when someone gets you in trouble, does it?"

Jennifer said, "What are you talking about?"

"Tuesday morning, you told on me and I got a spanking. And I had to go to school after that. You're lucky you don't have to sit at a desk today. Daddy really gave it to you good, didn't he?" I remarked.

Jennifer couldn't believe what I had just said, "You're kidding, Robin? You did this to me today because I told Mommy and Daddy that you purposely wet your bed? I can't believe it."

"Believe it, Jenn. I got you back. I saw your smug little smile Tuesday morning. You loved telling on me. Doesn't feel as good today, does it?"

"Robin, but you did do that. You did wet your bed on purpose. I didn't steal anything today. You did that! How could you do that to me? You brat!"

Then Jennifer came across the room and pushed me. So I hit her, and she hit me back. Then I smacked her hard across the face. We were both shocked.

"I'm telling, Robin, you're going to be in trouble!" Jenn yelled as she ran out the door.

I just stood there. Suddenly from downstairs I heard Mommy's voice, "ROBIN!"

I went to the top of the stairs. I yelled down, "What?"

"COME DOWN HERE RIGHT NOW!" my mother yelled.

I went downstairs. Mommy and Jenn were in the kitchen.

Mommy said, "Robin, did you hit your sister?"

"She started it, Mommy. She pushed me first," I whined.

Jennifer said, "Yeah, because she was teasing me."

Mommy said, "Robin, you know better than to tease Jennifer about getting into trouble."

"Yeah," Jennifer said, "When Daddy left, he told you not to tease me."

"But, Jennifer Lynn, you know better than to push your sister," Mommy warned.

"Mommy, she was teasing me. I couldn't stand it!" Jennifer whined.

I was a little surprised that that was all Jennifer said. I thought for sure she was going to tell Mommy that I admitted to having framed her. But she didn't. That made me even more suspicious.

Mommy gave Jennifer a package of frozen peas to put on her cheek. Then she turned and looked at me, and then back at Jennifer. She could tell we were both pissed.

"I think the two of you need some time apart this afternoon. It's only 3:00 and we have the rest of the night ahead of us. I'm going to call Aunt Joan and see if she will come and pick you up for a couple of hours, Robin."

Jennifer shouted, "That's not fair! Why does she get to go out?"

Mommy had her hand on the phone, but she stopped and turned to Jennifer. "Because, young lady, you are in trouble, or don't you remember? Now go sit in the dining room and hold that ice on your cheek. Robin, you go put your shoes on and find your jacket."

Mommy called Aunt Joan and made arrangements for me to spend a couple of hours playing with my cousins.

Aunt Joan brought me to their house. I played with Joseph. Uncle Jack had taken Jody to a birthday party. I was glad he wasn't home. Things had been strange between us all week. Ever since he found out that I got detention with Mr. Fried, he was unhappy with me. He told me it was lucky he wasn't in the office that day, or he would have given me a long, hard spanking. Maybe being dealt with by Mr. Fried hadn't been so bad after all.

Joseph and I played on the floor of his room. After awhile, I asked Joseph if he could keep a secret. I was dying to tell someone about what I had done earlier that day.

"I'm eight years old now, Robin, I can keep a secret. Not like when I was only seven."

I laughed. Joseph had just had his birthday a couple of weeks before. He felt that eight was an old age.

"Okay," I said, "I trust you. This is what happened. Jennifer and I were in this store, and I put a toy into her bookbag. The manager stopped us and accused Jenn of stealing. Then he called my dad and Jenn got into big trouble. My dad gave her a big spanking.

"Really?" Joseph asked, "You did that? Why?"

"Because I was getting her back. She got me into trouble the other day, and I was pissed."

Ahhh, I was so glad to get that off my chest. It felt good to tell someone. Of course, I didn't know that my uncle had come home and was standing outside the door. Apparently, he had heard everything. But I didn't know it yet.

"I'll be right back, Joseph, I have to go to the bathroom," I said.

As I was walking to the bathroom, I thought I heard my uncle's voice.

"Hey, I didn't know he was home," I thought to myself. I went closer to the voice. Uncle Jack was on the phone. Suddenly I heard my name. My ears went up at attention. I listened by the door.

"Lisa, I'm telling you that's what I heard. She said she threw the toy into Jennifer's bag. Yes, apparently, on purpose, uh huh . . ." my uncle was saying into the phone.

Oh my god, he heard what I told Joseph. And now he was on the phone with my mother. Oh, no, I was in big trouble. I had to get out of here. I ran back to Joseph's room. I put on my shoes and grabbed my coat.

"Um, Joseph, I left something outside. I'll be right back," I lied.

"Okay, Robin," Joseph said.

I tiptoed back to my uncle's bedroom. He was still on the phone. I snuck back to the stairs and crept down. I listened. I could hear the tv on in the den, and my aunt's voice in the kitchen. I tiptoed over to the front door. Thank goodness it was open. I quietly opened the screen door, went out, and quietly closed it behind me. Then I took off in a run.

I ran and ran and ran. I ran to the brook, my favorite thinking spot. It was only three blocks away. I knew I couldn't stay there long. They would come looking for me. But I needed to think. I sat down on the rocks by the brook and started to cry.

Oh, why is this happening to me? I thought. Why did I do what I did? No, that wasn't what I was upset about. I was upset that I had been found out. I shouldn't have risked things by telling Joseph. Oh, what was I gonna do? I couldn't go home. I would get the biggest spanking of my life. But I couldn't stay here, either. I decided to walk along the brook and see where it took me.

I walked to the right. I already knew that to the left, was the high school, and I didn't want to go that way. As I walked, I imagined myself getting arrested. I was trespassing on all these people's backyards. Keep going, I told myself, you can't go home.

After what felt like forever, the brook finally ended. I looked up. There was a school. Oh, I know this school. It's a junior high school. And it's right near where Daddy works. I didn't want to be anywhere near Daddy's store, so I just kept on going.

After awhile, I was so tired. I sat down on the edge of the curb and cried. What was I gonna do? I would never be able to go home again. Everyone was probably looking for me. They were probably so mad. I got up and kept walking.

Finally, I came to a busy intersection. I looked up at the street sign. Bellmore Avenue? No way! I had walked all the way to Bellmore, which is the town next to mine. I couldn't believe it. I didn't know what to do, so I kept going. I walked down Bellmore Avenue, past all the stores, already starting to close. It was late, and it was getting dark. I saw a restaurant with benches outside on the lawn. I went and sat on an empty bench.

I sat there, put my head down and cried, for a long time. When I looked up, I saw a family getting out of their car. They were walking into the restaurant, arm in arm. The dad was holding his little daughter's hand. They looked so happy.

Suddenly, there was a man standing next to me. I jumped up and started to run.

"Hold on, little girl, I won't hurt you. I just thought I'd sit on this bench and rest my feet awhile. Hey, what's the matter?" he asked.

I tried not to make eye contact with him. "I'm not allowed to talk to strangers," I said.

He chuckled. "No, of course not, well, then, let me introduce myself, my name's Dan. Officer Dan."


I looked up. He was holding out a badge. I said, "Officer?" Uh oh, the alarm bells went off in my head. I jumped up. I guess he figured I was ready to run again, so he grabbed me.

"Oh, now, come on. I won't hurt you. Just sit down. You look tired. And sad. Want to talk about it?"

He seemed very nice. And he was a cop. But that couldn't be good. I had done something really bad. I was already in enough trouble. Maybe talking to the police was not a good idea. Then again, it was late, I had no money, and I didn't know what to do.

Cautiously, I asked, "If I talk to you, will you promise you won't make me go home?"

Officer Dan shook his head. "Sure, we'll play it your way for awhile, now why don't you tell me what's wrong. Sometimes it helps to talk to someone objective. You know what that means?"

I nodded. I still didn't know what or how much to tell him.

He stared at me until finally I said, "I don't know where to start."

Dan said, "Why don't we start with your name?"

"Robin," I answered.

"Okay, Robin, you look like a nice, little girl. What could possibly have you so upset this evening?"

I looked at him. He seemed so nice. All right, here goes. "I, uh, um, I did something really bad and I'm afraid to go home."

"Really?" he asked, "What could you have done that is so bad?"

I started to cry. I was feeling really guilty as to what I did to Jennifer. I think it was when I told Joseph that I realized how bad it was. I didn't want to say it aloud again.

Then Dan said, "C'mon, now, Robin, you can tell me. I'm sure it's not as bad as you think."

"It is!" I cried, "I framed my sister. I made people believe that she stole something from a store, and she got into a lot of trouble!" Now I was hysterical.

Dan took me in his arms and was comforting me. "There, there, shhh, shhh, everything's going to be all right. Okay, let's backtrack now. Tell me everything that happened to lead you to do this to your sister."

So I did. I told Officer Dan everything. I don't think I left a single thing out. I told him what I did, and I told him all my reasons. Probably, if I had just told Mommy and Daddy how I really felt days ago, none of this would have happened. And even when I was finished, and I felt much better, I was still afraid to go home. Dan must have sensed this.

"Robin, why don't you tell me more about your family. What's your Dad and your Mom and your sister like?"

Suddenly, I was telling Dan my whole life story. I was telling him the fun things my family does together. I was telling him how happy we were when baby Steven was born. I told him the fun things Jennifer and I do together.

"Wow! It sounds like you come from a nice family, Robin. I bet they miss you like crazy. And they're probably really worried about you. Don't you think it's time you went home?" Dan asked.

I didn't want to, but I did. Have you ever had that feeling? All of a sudden, I missed my family so much, and I wanted to see them. I didn't even care that I would probably be spanked the moment I walked in the door. I agreed to let Officer Dan take me home.

In the car on the way to my house, I suddenly remembered that I had ran away from my aunt and uncle's house. I told Officer Dan. He suggested I call my aunt and let her know I was safe and on my way home. So I did just that. I didn't give her any details, though. As soon as I told her I was going home, I hung up. I figured there would be enough questions later.

Officer Dan rang the doorbell. My father opened the door and was quite surpised to see a policeman. But then he saw me. I was a little afraid of how he would react. I mean, I had disappeared for several hours. I also knew I must have taken him away from work to look for me. I also knew that he must know by now that I had set Jennifer up.

I guess none of that mattered for a minute. Daddy ran to me and hugged me, lifting me off the ground.

"Oh, thank god, you're all right. We were so worried," he said. Then Daddy did something I had never seen him do before. He started to cry. I cried, too. I was so upset. I had made my father cry.

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

"Oh, Robin, I'm just so glad you're all right," he said to me. Then he invited Officer Dan into the house. He called Mommy and she and Jennifer ran in to see for themselves that I was home safe and sound.

Mommy and Daddy invited Officer Dan to stay for some coffee. Since he was off duty, he accepted. Mostly the adults talked, but I also told of my adventure walking from Merrick to Bellmore. Then Dan told of how he had found me. He didn't tell about our conversation, though. I was kind of glad. I knew I was going to have a long talk with my parents about it eventually.

As my parents were walking Dan out, I heard them thank him. Then I heard Officer Dan say, "Take it easy on her tonight. She's been through a lot. I know there are some problems, but I'm sure they can wait until tomorrow. She has a lot to talk about to you, too."

I silently thanked him.

Now this is where the story would end, if this were a movie of the week. But we all know this is hardly that. So here is the real ending:

After Officer Dan left, I realized I was starving. I hadn't eaten anything since lunch time. Daddy called and ordered some pizzas. Then he called Aunt Joan and Uncle Jack. They came over with Joseph and Jody. It felt like a party. Of course, I knew deep down this was no party.

No one said anything to me about framing Jennifer, or about running away. I knew that Jennifer was probably really mad at me and I felt so guilty, but I wasn't sure what to say to her. So I just said nothing.

Finally, it was getting late. Uncle Jack and Aunt Joan wanted to get my cousins home and to bed. Everyone was saying their good-byes. I felt a tap on my shoulder. Uncle Jack was standing next to me.

"You know, Robin, your aunt and I were very worried about you. You shouldn't have run off from our house like that!" he said seriously.

I looked up at my uncle. I could read the disappointment on his face. I felt so bad. I didn't even know what to say. I knew saying sorry wouldn't be enough but I said it anyway.

"I'm so sorry, Uncle Jack. I'll never to it again," I sobbed. My uncle held me while I cried.

Over my shoulder, I could see Daddy staring at us. He came over to where Uncle Jack was holding me. Uncle Jack slowly pushed me away. He started to say something else, but Daddy put his hand on my uncle's arm.

"No, no more, Jack. Not tonight, anyway. It's been a very long day. Robin needs to get to bed," my dad said. To me, he said, "Okay, Robin, go upstairs and get ready for bed. Mommy and I will come up and tuck you in."

I just looked at Daddy.

"Go on, we'll be right up to tuck you in. You need to get some rest. We have a lot of talking to do tomorrow," Daddy said.

When I woke up the next morning, I was all alone in the room. I looked up and Jennifer was not there. I had no idea what time it was. It was Sunday morning and Daddy was at work. I knew that later on he and Mommy were going to have a long talk with me. I also knew I was going to get a spanking. There wasn't even any use pretending that maybe they wouldn't spank me. They were definitely going to spank me. I mean, after all, I got Jennifer into trouble. Not just in trouble, but accused of stealing, and a big spanking to boot. And if that wasn't enough, I ran away. For hours! They were all worried about me. Daddy had to leave work to look for me. And I had made him cry. The feelings of guilt were really weighing on me heavily. I felt like I couldn't stand it another minute.

I got up and went to the bathroom. I didn't know if I should bother getting dressed at all. Odds were, I wouldn't be going out today. I decided to stay in my pajamas. I went downstairs in the hopes of getting some breakfast.

When I got to the kitchen, I was surprised by what I saw. Mommy, Daddy, and Jennifer were sitting at the dining room table. It looked like they were having a family meeting. Without me! Then it must be about me. I was about to turn away, when Mommy saw me.

"Oh, good, you're up. Come on. I'll fix you some breakfast. You want cereal?" she asked.

I just nodded. I always ate cereal for breakfast. Mommy went to get my cereal. I went and took my place at the table. No one said a word to me.

"Good morning," I said, "Daddy, why aren't you at work?"

"Well, honey, I thought we should talk, so I told my boss I couldn't come in today. I'll work tomorrow, instead."

I was shocked. Daddy always worked on Sundays, until 6:00. Then he had off on Mondays. Wow, he changed his schedule because of me. I knew I was in serious trouble now. I didn't think I could make it through breakfast without having our talk. The guilt was starting to eat away at me.

Mommy put my bowl of cereal down in front of me. Suddenly, I wasn't hungry anymore. I stared into the bowl for several minutes. Then I just started to cry. Daddy got up and came over to me.

"Robin, do you want to talk now?" he asked.

I couldn't answer. I was completely hysterical. I nodded. Daddy picked me up from my chair. I just clung to him. I cried into his shoulder as he carried me into the living room. He sat on the couch and put me on his lap. I sat there facing him with my head buried into his chest. I felt Mommy sit down next to us and put her hand on my back. She rubbed it while I cried.

When I had cried for a good ten minutes, I lifted my head. Jennifer was standing next to me holding out some tissues. I was very surprised.

"Thanks," I said. She just nodded. Then she sat down on the other side of Daddy. I thought she would be totally angry at me, but she actually seemed concerned.

I turned to her and asked, "Why aren't you mad at me? Why aren't you screaming at me because of what I did to you?"

Jennifer said, "Well, at first I was really mad. I wanted revenge. I spent all afternoon thinking of ways to get you back. Then when Aunt Joan called and said you were missing, I got worried. We're still sisters, Robin. We may fight sometimes, but I still love you."

I reached out for my sister. "I love you, too, Jenn. I am so sorry. I hope you can forgive me. Please! I'll do anything!" We hugged.

Then Jenn said, "Besides Daddy won't let me get back at you. He said that you obviously have more serious problems. And what we need to do is find out what they are and be more forgiving. Right, Daddy?"

"Yes, sweetheart. Now Robin, why don't you tell us whatever you told Officer Dan last night? He told me that you two had a very nice talk," Daddy said gently.


Daddy waited for me to answer him. I thought back to the night before and the things I had told Officer Dan. Somehow it had seemed easy talking to him. Maybe it was because he wasn't my family. I knew I had to tell Mommy and Daddy the things I had been feeling, but I was finding it really hard. Finally I spoke.

"Um, what do you want to know first?" I asked.

Daddy said, "Robin, why don't you tell us first why you purposely wet the bed the other day? I don't think the reason you gave me the other night was the real reason."

I shook my head back and forth. "No, sir, it wasn't." I started to cry again. "This is really hard for me."

"I know, honey, but you need to tell us. We can't help you if you're not honest with us." This came from my mother. I had forgotten she was there.

I gulped. Then I said, "It's true that I wanted to stay home from school. But the reason was because I wanted to spend the day with you, Daddy." I looked at my father when I said that.

Then I looked at Mommy, "I didn't know you were going to be home, too, Mommy. I thought you'd be at work. By the time I found out, I had already done what I did."

My parents looked at each other and then back at me. "Go on," they said.

"Well, I wanted to spend time alone with Daddy because I never get to anymore. It seems like ever since Steven was born, you don't have any time for me. I missed it."

I looked at my father to see what his reaction would be. It had been so hard for me to say what I did.

Before my parents could say anything, I continued, "Sometimes I feel lost. Sometimes I feel like I don't get enough attention. The baby is crying, or Jennifer wet the bed." I looked at my sister.

"I'm sorry, Jenn. I guess I'm just jealous sometimes of the attention you get, even if it's because you had an accident." I looked around at my family. "I guess that sounds stupid."

Mommy said, "No, it doesn't. It's not stupid at all. Come here, sweetheart."

Mommy pulled me into her arms and she held me. She was crying. Oh, I'm so bad. Now I made my mother cry.

"I'm sorry, Mommy. Don't cry. I shouldn't have said anything. Forget it," I stated.

Mommy said, "No, Robin, I'm not crying because I didn't like what you said. I'm crying because what you said is true. I do pay more attention to the baby and to Jennifer sometimes."

Daddy said, "We both do. We're sorry, Robin. I guess we both felt like you didn't need extra coddling because you're very self-sufficient."

I knew that was supposed to be a compliment, but I still felt really bad.

"I guess the reason I did everything is that I just wanted attention," I cried.

Then Mommy said, "Robin, we are starting to understand you, but what I don't understand is why you put that toy in Jennifer's knapsack and got her in trouble."

"I was mad at her for telling on me Tuesday morning. I wanted to get her back, make her feel what it was like to get in trouble, and know it was because someone else got you in trouble. But I went too far. I didn't think first. I didn't think how much trouble I was getting her into. I'm sorry, Mommy. I'm sorry, Daddy. I'm sorry, Jenn. I just wasn't thinking too much, I guess."

Just then, the baby started to cry. Daddy and Mommy looked at each other and then at me, almost as if they wanted my permission to go check on him. Finally, Mommy got up. Daddy asked Jennifer to go, too. I was crying so much, my head hurt.

Daddy told me to follow him. He brought me to the bathroom. He told me to use the bathroom while he waited outside. Then he came in and wet a washcloth with cold water and wiped my face. The cool cloth felt so good. Then Daddy and I went into the kitchen.

Daddy said, "Robin, you didn't eat any breakfast, how 'bout I make you an egg?" I nodded.

So Daddy made me an egg and some toast. He poured me some apple juice and I sat at the kitchen counter and ate. I must have been more hungry than I thought, because I ate everything up in two seconds.

Then Mommy came into the kitchen holding Steven. Jennifer was right behind her. Daddy told Mommy that I had finally had some breakfast.

Then Daddy said, "Okay, let's go back into the living room. We are almost finished talking, I think."

I followed Daddy back to the couch. Mommy spread out a blanket on the floor, and set baby Steven on the blanket with some toys. Jennifer sat with Steven, while Mommy came and sat with Daddy and me.

Daddy said, "Okay, Robin, now let me see if I understand everything. Let me know if I leave anything out. On Monday, you decided you wanted to stay home from school because you wanted to spend more time with me, so you decided to pretend you were sick. Then you figured you would get more attention if you wet the bed, so you did that on purpose. Then you tried to do the same thing on Tuesday because you had such a great time Monday. Am I right so far?"

I just nodded. It sounded so bad when Daddy said it, even though it was right.

"To continue," Daddy said, "then your sister told on you and you were punished, and you were mad at her. So you acted up at school, and you liked it, because you got attention from the whole class, the teacher, and the assistant principal, even though it wasn't good attention. And then you got punished again. But that wasn't enough for you. You still had to get back at Jennifer for telling on you, so you got her into trouble. And you didn't just get her in trouble. You got her accused of stealing from a store manager, and a very big spanking. You just sat there while I spanked Jennifer, and she hadn't done anything. You were even proud of what you did, going so far as to brag to your cousin. Have I left anything out?"

I could tell Daddy's voice had turned from gentle to angry. I knew that he was being facetious, and that I wasn't supposed to answer him. I didn't cry though, because I think I was all cried out.

"And if all that wasn't enough, when you realized you had been found out, instead of facing us, you ran away. You worried me, your mother, your aunt and uncle, and even your sister, who was so angry at you. You worried us half to death! I want you to promise me that you will never, ever do that again, ever! Promise me you will never run away again!" Daddy shouted.

I looked at Mommy. I was scared now.

Mommy said, "Honey," and she put her hand on Daddy's arm. Then she turned to me and said, "Robin, we're not going to punish you for running away, but you must promise us you will never run away again. I don't even want to think of all the things that could have happened to you. I just thank the heavens that you are home safe with us. You must never do that again. We want you to be able to come to us with your problems. Just think, if you had come to us in the first place, none of this would have happened. This whole week could have been erased."

I was crying again. "I'm sorry, Mommy, I'm sorry, Daddy. I know I should have just told you. I don't know what to say, I don't know why I acted the way I did. I was bad, please don't hate me!" By now, I was completely hysterical again.

Daddy was still mad, but he had softened a bit. "Robin, we don't hate you. We could never hate you. We love you, very much. Now stop crying right now; we're almost finished talking. You are going to be crying again in a little while, so save it."

I guess I knew I would be spanked all along. But since it had been so long, maybe I was thinking they had changed their minds. But after what Daddy just said, I knew that was just wishful thinking. When we were finished talking, I was going to get it.

Daddy turned me to face him. "Robin, promise us you will never run away again."

"And you'll come to us if you have a problem," Mommy added, then turned to my sister and said, "You, too, Jennifer." She just nodded.

I cried, "I promise. I won't ever do anything like any of this ever again. And if I have a problem, I'll come and tell you. I won't run away again, I promise."

Mommy said, "You know, Robin, you are a very lucky little girl. You have a lot of people who love you. If you ever felt you couldn't come to me or Daddy with a problem, you could talk to Aunt Joan or Uncle Jack or Aunt Samantha or Uncle Darren. We all love you and want the best for you. Okay, sweetheart?"

"Okay, Mommy," I said. I just said that to agree with her. I wasn't feeling so lucky right then. I knew my family loved me, but I also knew that in a few minutes, Daddy was going to give me a spanking. I knew I had deserved it, but I started feeling sorry for myself, anyway.

Finally, Daddy said, "Okay, I think you and I have a date upstairs now, let's go!" He took my hand and we walked upstairs.

When we got to my room, Daddy sat on the edge of my bed. He called me over to him. He turned me to face him and said, "We talked about a lot of things just now. I want you to know what you are being punished for. Now, you were already punished for lying to us about being sick and purposely wetting the bed. You were also punished for acting out in school. And I told you we wouldn't punish you for running away. What you are being punished for is what you did to your sister. You plotted to get her into trouble. You purposely walked in front of the store mirror so the clerk would see "Jennifer" steal, then you put that toy in Jennifer's bag, and stood back and watched her being accused of stealing. Then you sat and watched your sister get one of the biggest spankings of her life, for something that she didn't even do. You did it. Now you are going to get that spanking, and one for doing it in the first place. Do you understand me?"

I was trying not to cry, not yet. "Yes, sir," I said.

"Okay, let's do it then."

Daddy pulled down my pants and my panties. I stepped out of them. I knew I wouldn't be needing those for a while. Then Daddy lifted me up and pulled me across his lap. He made sure my butt was high in the air. Figures! Then he started to smack my bottom. Ouch! That smarts!

Daddy smacked my bottom over and over again. He hit my left butt cheek, then my right, left, right, left, right, on and on. By the time he got to 10, I was sobbing. But he kept going. He gave me at least 30 before I felt his hand resting on my bottom. I was crying hard by then.

"That was what Jennifer got the other day. Now comes your spanking for framing your sister," Daddy told me.

I couldn't believe it. That alone was probably the worst spanking I had ever gotten, and now there was going to be more? I don't think so. I tried to get up.

"I'm sorry, Daddy, please, no more, I'll never do it again!" I whined.

"Robin, I told you what you were getting. Now knock it off! Stay still!" Daddy warned.

I was about to protest again when I felt the next smack. Oooh, it really hurt! I had never gotten a double spanking before, and you can bet I would never do anything again to earn one. I had learned my lesson this time.

After another 300 spanks, or so it felt, Daddy stopped. I was beyond hysterical. I was crying so hard that no sound came out. Daddy stood me up. Then he pulled me onto his lap and rubbed my back and my bottom while I sobbed into his chest.

"I-I-I'm s-s-sorry, D-Da-Da-Daddy!" I stuttered. I was crying so hard. I couldn't talk properly.

v"Okay, sh! I know you're sorry. Okay, there, there, it's all over now. I love you, honey," Daddy expressed.

We stayed like that for a long time. Me crying, Daddy comforting, and my bottom stinging. Finally, Daddy put me down on my bed and told me to rest. He kissed me on my cheek and whispered, "I love you, Robin!"

I think I answered him, but maybe it was in my head. I was so tired. I just fell fast asleep. Being bad was exhausting so I decided I was going to be good from now on.

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