Robin's Camp II

This story is fictitious. Any resemblance to living or dead, is purely a coincidence. This story involves the spanking of young children. 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]

A few months later, Robin sat at the dining room table with Karen, Christy, and Rebecca.

"Okay, so we got four kids booked so far. What do you guys think?" Robin asked.

"I think it's great, Robin," Karen said. "My mother's not too sure, though. She thinks we're too young."

"Yeah, and my mother doesn't think I'm responsible enough," Christy said.

"Well, my parents were a little down on the idea in the beginning, but they trust me to make it work," Robin said.

"My mother's just glad that we're using our backyard," Rebecca stated. "I guess because it's got a built-in pool, and a fence around the whole yard. It makes me feel better, too."

Robin agreed, "Yeah, at least we can't lose anyone that way. And it's cool that you live right next door to a playground. That's why it's like we're having our own summer camp. I'm so excited. I can't wait until school ends and summer begins."

The excitement was contagious, and the other girls started to really get into the plans.

The day had arrived. Robin had taken out several books from the library for the children to read, along with books of making arts and crafts projects. She had used the money that the parents had given her in advance for purchasing arts and crafts supplies, and other things.

Lisa and Charlie couldn't help but be proud of all the effort Robin was putting into this. They knew deep down that it would not last, and Robin's camp would be closed before the end of the summer, but they didn't have the heart to tell her this.

Jennifer, on the other hand, was taking two classes in summer school. Her parents wanted her to pull her grades up before she would be placed in Honors classes next year. She wasn't too happy about going to summer school, but she was glad she didn't have to help Robin out with watching a bunch of bratty kids.

"Well, good luck, Robin, you'll need it!" Jenn said as she walked out the door, schoolbag in hand.

"Thanks a lot. Have fun in school!" Robin called out after her sister. She was glad she didn't have to go to summer school. She could think of nothing worse to do in the summer than have to sit in a sticky, hot classroom and learn more Spanish, or even math, which she usually liked.

Lisa gave Robin some last minute advice before she headed to Rebecca's house.

"Mom, I know! We have a first aid kit, and besides Rebecca's mother will be around sometimes. And we know not to let the kids in the pool without us there, and the yard is fenced in, so they have nowhere to get to. I know all this. I have to leave," Robin whined.

"Big babysitters do not whine, Robin, remember that, or big babysitters will have a bar of soap in their mouths, got it?" Charlie warned.

"Yes, Daddy, I got it. Can I go now?" Robin asked a little too impatiently.

"Do you want to ask that question again, young lady?" Charlie asked.

Robin took a deep breath. "I love you, Daddy, Mommy, but I really have to go. I don't want to be late my first day. Okay?" she said.

"Okay, have fun, and try to stay calm. And remember these are little kids, they get tired and whiny, like other kids I know, anyway, try to stay cool and don't lose your patience," Lisa suggested.

"Okay, Mom, see ya later! Bye, Daddy!" Robin left before her parents could give her any more advice.

The first day was a big success. Robin, Karen, Christy, and Rebecca had no problems with the twelve kids who were signed up. The youngest kid was four, while the oldest was ten. Ten? Could you believe it? Those few kids were only three years younger than the babysitters! But there were only two ten-year-olds. The girls didn't need to really watch them too much.

They did art projects, had a story time, went swimming, went to the playground, had lunch, even had a nap time, while the two ten-year-olds and the four babysitters watched t.v. When the little ones woke up, they had a snack time, and then the parents came to pick them up. All in all, it was a very successful day.

"I'm exhausted," Christy said. "I didn't realize how much work it would be."

"Yeah, only 39 more days to go," Karen said as she plopped down on the couch.

"Oh, it wasn't that bad. I thought it was great. How about you, Rebecca? What'd you think?" Robin asked.

"I thought it was good. But I am tired. I had better get to sleep early tonight," she said.

The next few weeks went smoothly also. Sure, they had their share of fights and a few little scrapes, but the camp kept going. Around the fourth week of the summer, they got some bad news.

"What are we gonna do?" Robin asked Rebecca.

"I don't know. I can't believe Christy's mom won't let her do it anymore, and Karen is sick. Man, I had the chicken pox when I was five," Rebecca said.

"I'm afraid I have some more bad news, girls," Rebecca's mom came out to join them in the backyard.

"What's wrong, Mom?" Rebecca asked.

"Your Aunt Mary, in Idaho, is sick, and I have to fly out there to take care of her. And you have to come with me," she said.

"What? Why?" Rebecca asked.

"Why is she sick or why do we have to go?" Mrs. Hearst asked.

"I mean, why do I have to go? Why can't I stay home with Daddy?" Rebecca asked.

"Daddy has to work," Mrs. Hearst said. She then turned to Robin, "I'm sorry, Robin, I'm afraid you won't be able to use our backyard for the next two weeks."

"But you promised it. I'm sorry Aunt Mary is sick, but all these kids and their parents are counting on this," Robin whined.

"Like I said, I'm sorry, Robin, you'll just have to find somewhere else for a little while. Hopefully, we'll be back soon. Come on, Rebecca, let's go pack," Mrs. Hearst said.

"I'll be right there, Mom. Oh, god, I'm so sorry, Robin, I wish I could stay and help you. My mother won't let me, though. What are you gonna do?" Rebecca asked.

"I have no idea," Robin said wistfully.

Robin sat on her bed, wondering how she got stuck all alone with this babysitting idea. All but four of the parents had pulled their children out, and she was determined to show her parents that she could pull it off, no matter what. Deciding that sitting there, wasn't going to help, Robin got on the phone and started calling friends to see if any of them would help her. After exhausting her entire phone book, she decided to call Libby. She knew that Libby was a little wild, and one of Jenn's friends, but hey, a warm body, is a warm body and she was desperate.

"Hi, Libby," Robin said, "How are you?"

"Fine, Robin, I'm surprised to hear from you. Where's Jennifer?" Libby asked.

"Ohh, Jenn's around, she's doing homework, and I wanted to talk to you about something."

"Okay, I'm listening," Libby said.

"Well, did you know that I started a babysitting service?"

"Yeah," Libby said, "how's it going?"

"Well, everyone had to leave and I have four kids left and no partner, and I was wondering if you would consider helping me out, for a cut of the money," Robin said quickly.

Libby thinks for only a split second. She had been in trouble with her folks and had quite a large debt to pay off. She hated kids, but hey a job is a job, and how hard could it be?

She startled Robin by saying, "Sure, I'll help. When do you need me?"

"Well, Monday morning, around 7:30, here at my house. That would be great. Okay?" Robin asked.

"Sure, I'll be there," Libby said. Robin sighed a huge sigh of relief.

Jenn came up to their room shortly after Robin's phone call to Libby, and Robin filled her in.

"What? Are you nuts, Robin? Jenn asked, "After all the trouble Libby got me into last year, you would even think of asking her?"

"Well, desperate times call for desperate measures." Robin answered fliply.

"I sure hope she doesn't get you in trouble, Robin," Jennifer warned.

Monday rolled around all too quickly, and Robin was up and ready for another week of kids. The four kids arrive and are all there by 8 am, but as yet, no sign of Libby. Robin starts some games, and Libby strolls in around 9 am.

"Where have you been?" asked Robin.

"Well, I couldn't get a ride, but I am here, aren't I?"

Robin introduced Libby to the kids, and told her that they will each take two to watch, so that neither of them are overloaded. Libby decided to take her two inside and watch some TV. Robin's kids wanted to play outside, so they split up. About an hour later, Robin went in to prepare a morning snack, and was shocked to see Libby on the phone, and only one of the two kids were watching TV.

"LIBBY!" Robin yelled, "Where is Jeff?"

"Well, ummm, he was here just a minute ago," Libby said as she looked around.

"GET OFF THE PHONE!" Robin yelled.

"Okay, okay, don't blow a gasket, Robin. Sheesh, how far can a four-year-old go?" Libby said.

They both searched the house, and Robin finally found Jeff in her parent's room, coloring on their new comforter with some markers that Libby had let him draw with.

"Oh MY GOD!" Robin yelled.

Jeff started to cry, and she immediately went to comfort him.

"What am I gonna to say to my parents?" Robin asked aloud.

Libby said, "Robin, this is a drag, I don't know why I let you talk me into this! I am out of here."

Libby stalked off, leaving Robin to take the blame and watch all of the kids. Robin managed them all, but wondered how she was going to tell her Mom, who really didn't think this was such a good idea in the first place.

Around three, Lisa came home with Stephen and Melissa after spending the day with Aunt Joan.

"How is everything?" Lisa asked.

"Well Mom, I really need to talk to you," Robin answered glumly.

After taking one look at Robin's face, Lisa knew something was up. "What is it Robin?"

"Mom, I can't talk now, I have to get the kids up from their naps, get them changed, and fed some snacks. Can you help me please?"

Lisa is a little surprised that Robin has asked her to help. She knew how independent Robin had been trying to be. "Where is Libby, Hon?"

"Well, that is one of the things I have to talk to you about, Mom," Robin answered.

Lisa helped Robin and finally they got a moment to talk.

"Mom, I know you are going to be mad at me, and I know you have every right to be, but it really wasn't my fault!" she said.

Lisa was becoming impatient. "Robin, please take a deep breath and tell me what you are talking about."

"Well, it's like this," Robin began and proceeded to tell her Mom what had happened.

Lisa went to her bedroom to look at the damage, and stood there in shock. Her beautiful new bedspread was ruined, and she's sure none of those marker spots will come out. Robin finally says goodbye to the last of her four charges and heads to her parents' bedroom.

"I am really sorry, Mom," Robin said.

"I know hon, and although this really isn't totally your fault, I do wish you had used better judgement in asking Libby for help. You knew she was irresponsible, and you promised your dad and I that she had changed," Lisa said regretfully.

"I had hoped that she had, Mom, really I had, and well, I guess I was desperate. What can I do to make this up to you?" Robin is so tired that tears slowly roll down her face.

"Robin, go get me Libby's phone number please. I am going to call her Mom and discuss this," Lisa announced. Robin wants to ask her mom not to do that, but knows that it would be useless, so she goes to get the number. Lisa called Libby's mom, who agrees to come over and discuss the situation.

A while later the doorbell rings, and Libby and her mom are there. Lisa offers Mary, Libby's mom some coffee and they all go into the kitchen. Libby is glaring at Robin, trying to figure out how to get out of this. After Lisa gives Mary the rundown of what happened, and how Libby walked away, Mary is furious.

"Well, young lady, do you have anything to say for yourself?"

Libby looks at her feet and says nothing.

"I can't hear you, young lady. Apologize right this minute!"

Libby looks at Lisa and apologizes for not watching Jeff more closely. Mary then says, "You have another apology to make, young lady!"

Libby mumbles sorry to Robin.

"Well, Lisa, you can be sure that Libby and I will thoroughly discuss this when we get home," Mary said.

Libby winces, knowing full well what her mom means by the term "discuss". She knows that shortly after she gets home she will be across her mom's knee receiving a lecture accentuated by the hairbrush her mom usually used.

Mary continued, "In addition, I would like Libby to reimburse you for the bedspread, Lisa. How much was it?"

"Well," Lisa said, "it was not that expensive, but on sale it was $99.00."

"Okay, I guess if Libby works with Robin, and is careful and does a good job, then she will be able to pay you off in about three weeks with her share of the babysitting money," Mary stated firmly.

"But MOM," Libby said, "I hate babysitting, and I don't want to be stuck here for three weeks."

"Well, I would say that that is too bad for you, young lady. YOU will do as you are told. AND if I hear that you are not doing your share of the work, or watching these little ones, you will be standing up ALL day as you do your job. IS THAT CLEAR?"

"Yes, Ma'am," Libby said, looking at her feet again.

"Well Lisa, Robin, I am very sorry that Libby was so irresponsible, but I can assure you she will be here on time tomorrow morning, and with a much different attitude," Mary said, and then grabbed Libby's hand and marched her daughter out.

Lisa couldn't help but chuckle out loud; she knew what was going to happen to Libby once she got home.

Robin turned to her Mom, "Are you going to punish me, Mommy?"

"Tell me, Robin, what have you learned here?" Lisa asked.

Robin is a bit confused, wondering what her mom wants her to say. "Well, first of all, I learned that just having someone here isn't so great, it has to be someone good. And I guess I have to keep a better eye on people I work with."

Since that wasn't entirely the answer Lisa wanted, she said, "Well hon, not only that, but you also have to be sure that your instructions are very clear. If you didn't think that Libby knew the rules of the house, then you should not have trusted her in here by herself, now should you?"

"No, Mom, I guess not," Robin said carefully. She knew she was on thin ice already. She was just waiting for her mother to tell her she was going to get a spanking.

But all her mother said was, "Okay, enough said. I know you are tired, and it has been a traumatic day. Come help me with dinner, and we will hope for a better day tomorrow."

Robin couldn't believe it. She wasn't going to get punished for stupidly trusting Libby. She promised herself then and there that the rest of the summer would go by without any more incidents.