Jennifer's Decision II

From: [email protected] (SamPast)

This story introduces Betsy, and Amy. The next story after this is "Best Friends". This story was not posted until well after "Best Friends", because I was not sure if it would be of interest. There is more detail about Jennifer's bed wetting in this story than in most of the twin stories.

This story is a work of fiction. The author does not endorse or encourage the actual spanking of real children in any way. All characters are the products of the author's imagination.

Do not copy or distribute this story without written permission from the author. Permission to keep one personal archive copy is hereby granted. Do not write other stories using these characters without permission from the author.

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The next morning, Daddy asked me what I was going to tell Amy about the party.

"I guess, I'll tell her I can't come," I said regretfully. "OH, I don't know what to do!" I whined.

Mommy said, "Don't worry so much, honey, you'll figure something out."

Yea, I said to myself. Don't worry, she says. What does she think I've been doing for five days, anyway?

When we got to school, Robin ran off to talk to her friends. Suddenly, I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned around. It was Betsy.

"Hey, Jennifer! You're back! How're you feeling?" she asked.

"Oh, hi, Betsy. I'm feeling better. It was just an upset stomach."

Betsy said, "I missed you when you were absent. Did your sister tell you I played with her on the playground both days you weren't here?"

"No, she didn't tell me, but that's cool. Hey, Betsy, did you ask your mom about Amy's party?" I asked.

"Yea, she said I could go, but I'm not sleeping over," Betsy answered.

My face brightened. Hey, maybe this is what I would do.

"How come?" I asked.

Betsy seemed shy about answering me. She said slowly, "Well, I really don't like sleeping over at other people's houses. I know that sounds silly, but I like to sleep in my own bed. I feel funny in other people's beds."

I digested this. This could work for me. I could use this, too.

So I said, "Yeah, I feel the same way. I want to go to the party, but I don't want to sleep over, either. In fact, I was going to tell Amy I couldn't go at all, but maybe I could just tell her what you did."

"I didn't tell her yet," Betsy said, "and I don't want to hurt her feelings."

We walked into the classroom. Betsy and I had walked while we talked. Amy came over to us.

"Well, girls, you two are the only ones who haven't RSVPed my party," she said. Nice! She didn't even ask me how I felt.

Betsy said, "Well, Amy, I can come to your party, but I can't stay over."

Amy was surprised, "Why not? The sleeping over is the best part."

"I know," Betsy lied, "but my mom won't let me. She doesn't think it's necessary for me to stay over. She likes me to sleep in my own bed. Sorry!"

"O-kay!" Amy said sarcastically. "But you will miss the best parts. We have so many great things planned. We're going to have hot chocolate while we lay on our sleeping bags, and tell stories in the dark. You'll miss it all."

Oh, great! I thought to myself. I can't drink something right before I go to sleep. And I hate scary stories. And I'm sure there won't be any nightlights. What was I going to do?

"What about you, Jennifer? You know, I called you last night, and your Dad sounded funny when I mentioned the party," Amy said.

"Oh, he's just like that," I said, "Um, yeah, I'm coming to the party."

Oh, why did I just do that! I didn't want to say what Betsy had said, because Amy gave her such a hard time. But now I felt stupid. I was afraid Betsy would be mad at me for not sticking to what I had said. And now I had told Amy I was going to her party. I would have to think of some excuse later on why I couldn't sleep over. Oh, I hate these decisions.

Amy said, "Cool." Then she walked away.

I was standing there with Betsy. I didn't know what to say.

"Sorry," I said.

"Whatever," Betsy said, "you're entitled to your own decision. But remember you're the one who's going to be unhappy."

I let Betsy's words sink in as the bell rang. Mrs. Dunne got our attention and class began.


After lunch, Betsy and I were sitting in the field. All the other kids were running around in the playground and in the yard, but we wanted to talk.

Betsy said, "You know, Jennifer, I wanted to call you last night, but I don't have your phone number."

"Oh, I'll give it to you," I said, "Why'd you want it?"

"Well, I was telling my mother all about you, and how you were the first person to become my friend ever since we moved here, and she said I should invite you to my house one day. So, I wanted to do that," she said.

I was happy. "I would love to come over. When? I'll ask my parents."

We decided that I would ask my parents and she would ask hers if I could come over the following day, which was Saturday. I gave her my phone number and she gave me hers.

That night, I asked Mommy and Daddy.

Mommy said, "I don't know, Jennifer. We don't even know this girl."

"Please, Mommy, she's like my best friend at school. She's really nice."

Daddy said, "Well, I guess we could meet her family when we drop you off there. Okay, call Betsy back and tell her you can go."

I was so happy. When I called Betsy, we talked on the phone for a long time making plans. Then I put my dad on the phone with her mom to get directions to her house.

Robin was mad that I had a playdate and she didn't. Daddy told Robin she could go to work with him. I started feeling a little jealous, but then Daddy said I could go with him another day. Going to work with Daddy was always fun. And Daddy was glad that it would just be one of us at a time, because sometimes we can be a real pain, he says.


The next morning, I woke up real early. I tried to fall back asleep but I couldn't. I had to pee really bad but was too lazy to move. I knew it was wrong, but I just went in my pantsies. I know I'm not supposed to do that, but they're like diapers, and I really didn't want to get out of bed just yet. I laid there for awhile, but then I was bored. I decided to get up and play quietly on the floor. I knew I should have gone into the bathroom and changed, but I decided to wait a little longer.

A little later, I looked at the clock. I had been up for over an hour. I felt like I had to pee again. "Oh, I can hold it a little longer," I said to myself. I continued to play. Suddenly, I knew I couldn't hold it anymore. And even though I knew it was really bad, I peed into my pantsies again.

Daddy peeked into the room about twenty minutes later. I guess he didn't think anyone would be up yet, because when he saw me sitting on the floor playing, he seemed surprised. He motioned for me to come out of the room. I got up and joined him in the hall.

"Good morning, baby. How long have you been up?" Daddy asked.

"Awhile," I said, "a couple hours maybe."

Daddy leaned down to give me a hug.

"Jennifer, why are you wet? Didn't you take off your pantsies when you got up this morning?" Daddy asked, frowning.

I looked at the floor. "No," I said.

We had been walking toward the kitchen. Daddy stopped. He turned around and turned me around. He pushed me gently into the bathroom. He started to pull down my pajama pants.

"Jennifer, your pants are soaking wet. Did you pee in them when you woke up this morning?" Daddy asked angrily.

I started to cry as I shook my head yes. Daddy threw my sopping wet pajama bottoms into the sink with one hand. With the other hand, he reached over and turned on the water in the bathtub. Then Daddy pulled off my pantsies. They were completely drenched. I was feeling very guilty then.

Daddy started to pick me up. I thought he was so angry that he was going to place me in the bathtub. But he didn't. He put me over his lap and started to spank me. Hard! He spanked my bottom at least a dozen times. He slapped hard and fast. I was completely hysterical before the bathtub was even filled up.

When Daddy was done, he did deposit me in the bathtub. Ouch! That stung! I cried even harder.

"Jennifer, I don't understand why you do that. Everytime you wet yourself on purpose you get a spanking, but you keep doing it! When are you going to learn?" Daddy shouted.

"I d-d-don't know!" I stammered, "I'm sorry, Daddy!" I continued to cry.

Daddy said, "Especially since you're going to your friend's house today. Why would you do something that you know would get you into trouble?"

Daddy's voice had softened. Now that I had been punished, I knew he was close to forgiving me.

"I don't know!" I repeated.

"You can do better than that, Jennifer Lynn," Daddy warned.

Daddy knew I knew the answer. I was afraid to say it, because I knew it was weak.

"I was lazy, Daddy. I'm sorry. I promise I won't do it again," I said.

"You know I've heard that before, Jennifer. All right, I believe that you'll try to keep your promise. C'mon, let's go."

Daddy had been washing me while we had our talk. He helped me out of the tub and dried me off. He told me to go get dressed while he started breakfast.


On his way to work, Daddy took me to Betsy's house. Robin waited in the car while Daddy talked to Betsy's mom and dad. He gave them his phone number at work and my aunt's telephone number. My mom was spending the day with her sister.

After my dad left, Betsy's mom and dad went to do adult stuff. Betsy said, "So, you want to see my room, Jennifer?"

"Yea," I said. I followed Betsy into a nicely decorated bedroom. It had pink curtains and flowered wallpaper.

"Wow, this is so pretty," I said.

Betsy agreed, "Yea, isn't it? My parents let me pick out the colors when we moved here. It's so much nicer than my old room."

I was jealous. Betsy had a beautiful room and she didn't have to share it with a sister. I knew I didn't have to be jealous for too long, though, because Mommy and Daddy had said that before the baby was born, we'd be moving to a house. I would be glad to get out of that cramped apartment, even though it was the only place I had ever lived. Actually, that's not true; it was the only place I remembered living. Daddy had told Robin and I that before our real mother died, we had lived in a nice house. After she died, Daddy said there were too many memories there, and had moved us to the apartment. But that was a long time ago, and I couldn't remember that far back. So, as far as I was concerned, the apartment was the only place I had ever known.

I jerked back to the present and realized Betsy had been talking to me.

"What?" I said. Thankfully, Betsy didn't realize I hadn't heard a word she said. She showed me all her things. Then we played some games. It was a lot of fun.

After awhile, Betsy's mom called us for lunch. She had made us grilled cheese sandwiches. Betsy laughed when I asked her mom to cut the crusts off.

"I never eat my crusts, either," she said. Then we both laughed.

Betsy and I played nicely all afternoon. I say "nicely" because that is what her mom said. She said, "I've never seen two girls play together so nicely before."

We waited until we were back in Betsy's room before we broke up laughing. Adults could be so silly sometimes. Betsy told me she would be right back. I assumed she was going to the bathroom. While I waited, I started to look around the room. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed something familiar.

I got up to get a closer look. Just then, Betsy came back in. She saw what I was looking at, and yelled out, "No! Don't touch that!"

As I was startled by her immediate presence, I recoiled my hand back, and jumped.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Jennifer, I didn't mean to scare you. I just didn't want you to touch that," Betsy said.

I looked down at the diapers and then back up at Betsy. She confused my shocked look for one of amusement.

"Uh, those are my cousin's. She's just a little baby, and um, she sleeps in here when she visits, and uh, um..." Betsy stopped.

I was surprised. But not why Betsy thought. I was surprised because I thought I was the only one who wore diapers to bed at my age. Actually, I was kind of happy that I wasn't the only one. Then I realized that Betsy didn't know why I was smiling. She probably assumed I was going to make fun of her.

"Look, Jennifer, um, about the . . . um, well, let me explain," she tried.

"You don't have to explain to me, Betsy. I wear them, too," I admitted.

Betsy didn't hear me at first, because she said, "because . . ." Then what I said must have sunk in because she said, "What do you mean?"

I said, "I wear diapers to bed, too. I've wet my bed every night since I was . . . well, since forever, my whole life, I guess."

Betsy let this new information sink in. "Really?"

"Uh-huh," I nodded.


"That's so weird, I'm so glad I found you as my friend, Jennifer," Betsy said as she hugged me.

We continued to play with no more mention about the diapers. Then in the middle of a board game, Betsy blurted out, "What do you call them?"

"What?" I ask. I have no idea what she's talking about.

"Betsy said, "I mean, the diapers, do you call them that? Or do you have another name for them? I hate calling them diapers because then I feel like a baby. So we just shortened it to diaps."

I said, "Well, if I tell you, you'll laugh."

"I could use a good laugh, tell me," Betsy said.

"I call them pantsies," I said. Even I was laughing.

Betsy said, "Pant-sies?"

"Yea, when I was four, I couldn't say "panties", you know "underwear" so I called them "pantsies" and it was good because they weren't really panties, they were diapers for big kids, so it just kind of stuck. I like it much better than calling them diapers," I explained.

"Yea, I like it much better, too," Betsy said.

Mrs. Tyler came into the room a little later. "How are you doing, girls? I just can't get over how nicely you've been playing. You two are really having a good time together, aren't you?"

Betsy and I just smiled when her mom said "nicely" again.

"We have a lot in common," Betsy said. Then she looked at me for confirmation. I nodded. We had a lot more in common than either of us had realized.

Then we heard the telephone ring. Mr. Tyler called me to the phone.

"It's your mom, Jennifer," he said.

I picked up the phone. "Hi, Mommy," I said.

"Jennifer, I'm at Aunt Joan's and I'm really not feeling well. I think I'm going to stay here overnight. That way I don't have to bother Daddy. Aunt Joan will take care of me. I thought I would send her to pick you up. Then when Daddy gets off work, he can pick you up here," Mommy said. She sounded terrible.

"But Mommy, I'm not ready to leave yet. I'm having fun," I whined.

Mommy must have been really sick, because she didn't even yell at me for whining. "Jennifer, you've been there since 10:00 this morning, I think you're wearing out your welcome."

"I'm not, Mommy. Even Mrs. Tyler said how nice it was for Betsy to have a friend over. Please, can't I just stay a little longer?" I asked, trying to keep the whine out of my voice, just in case.

Mrs. Tyler had heard me on the phone. She came over and asked to speak to my mother.

"Mrs. Clemente? Mrs. Tyler, here, Betsy's mom. Oh, yes, well, then call me Susan. Right, no, she's a pleasure. I've never seen my daughter so happy since we moved here. Uh-huh, oh, I'm sorry, I hope you feel better. No, it's no problem, Jennifer can stay here until your husband gets off work. No, we'll feed her. We have plenty. Okay, we'll call him and tell him. Take care now!" She hung up the phone.

"Well, Jennifer, looks like you can stay for dinner," Mrs. Tyler told me.

Betsy and I yelled, "Yay!"

We called my dad at work and told him I was staying for dinner. He said he would pick me up when he was finished with work.

Mr. Tyler said, "How 'bout we go out to the Sizzler?"

Betsy looked at me and I was smiling. This was so cool. Not only did I have a new best friend, that I had spent the entire day with, and was staying over for dinner, but we were going out, too. And not just to the pizza place or McDonald's, but to a real restaurant.

Mr. Tyler said, "Okay, girls, go put your shoes on. And Betsy, go use the bathroom."

"Okay," Betsy said.

We walked back to Betsy's room to find our shoes. I laughed. "Your dad sounds just like mine, except he would have added, 'I don't want any accidents'."

Now Betsy was laughing. "He usually does say that, but I guess he didn't want to embarrass me in front of you. Little does he know."

I asked, "Do you ever have daytime accidents?"

Betsy said, "No, not usually, but sometimes when we're in motion, like in the car, I feel the need to go real bad. I guess I've had some. How about you?"

"More than I want to talk about," I said, "it seems to happen all the time with me. My doctor says I have a weak bladder."

"And you'll grow out of it?" she asked. I nodded.

"Me, too," Betsy continued, "Oh, well, I guess we both will."


In the car on the way to Sizzler, Betsy and I were talking in the back seat.

I said, "Oh, I just had this great idea!"

She said, "What?"

"No, forget it, we probably wouldn't be allowed," I sighed.

Betsy said, "Just tell me, Jennifer!" We had been whispering, but then Betsy spoke loudly. We looked to see if her parents heard, but they didn't.

"I was thinking how cool it would be if I could sleep over tonight," I hesitated, and looked at her, "I mean, we both wet the bed, so it doesn't matter if we see each other. Right?"

Betsy was thinking. "Yea, that would be cool. I'll ask my parents."

I got scared. "Right now?"

"Yeah, why not?" she asked.

"Well, why don't you wait until after we eat. That way, if they say no, it won't ruin our entire dinner," I said, from years of experience.

"Okay, you're right, I'll wait 'til later to ask," Betsy said. We rode the rest of the way in silence.

Betsy's parents were so cool. They let us get just the salad bar as our meal. That way we could eat as much as we wanted of the macaroni and meatballs, and other stuff without filling us up for our main meal. My parents would never let me do that. They would have made me get a hamburger, or chicken, or some other kind of meat. And the Tylers let us get soda. We both got Sprite. My parents would have made me drink water, or milk. Yuck! Have you ever had a hamburger and milk? It was the most disgusting combination ever!

While Betsy and I were finishing up eating, Mr. Tyler noticed that I was wiggling around in my seat a little. "Jennifer, do you have to use the bathroom?", he asked.

I guess he's had years of experience with that. I was embarrassed. I didn't even realize I was doing it. "Oh, yeah," I said and started to get up.

Betsy said, "I'll come with you, Jennifer."

Mrs. Tyler said to Betsy, "No, I'll take her. You finish your dinner. Come on, Jennifer."

Now I was really embarrassed. I didn't want to tell Mrs. Tyler that I didn't need anyone to take me to the bathroom. So we both went.

When we got back to the table, Mr. Tyler got up. "Now it's my turn," he said, as he walked away.

I looked at Betsy. She was smiling.

Mrs. Tyler noticed, too. "What are you so happy about, Betsy? You look like the cat that swallowed the canary!"

Betsy looked at me and then at her mom before she answered. Then she said, "Daddy said it was okay with him if it was okay with you, if Jennifer slept over."

Mrs. Tyler looked at Betsy. I could tell she was surprised.

"Really? You want Jennifer to sleep over?" she asked incredulously.

Betsy just nodded.

Mrs. Tyler said, "But, what about. . .?" She didn't finish her question.

"It's okay, Mom. Jennifer knows," Betsy said.

"She does?" asked Mrs. Tyler.

Betsy looked at me. I know what she wanted me to do, but suddenly I was really embarrassed. I was glad, though, that Mr. Tyler wasn't there at the moment, so I figured now was as good a time as any. I mean, if I wanted to sleep over, they would find out anyway, so I guess I should just come out with it already.

"Yea, I know," I said, "and it's okay, because I wet the bed, too." There, I said it. Ahhhh! I sighed.

So it was all arranged. Betsy and I were so happy. We were jumping up and down. All the way back to Betsy's house, we made plans. We had been with each other for over eight hours already, and we weren't sick of each other at all. That was a record for me, for sure. Just spending two hours cooped up with Robin inside, and we were at each other's throats.

When we got back to the Tylers', we all got a surprise. Sitting outside, was my dad and Robin in my dad's truck. I was suddenly scared to ask Daddy if I could sleep over. Daddy and Robin got out of the truck and walked over to us in the driveway. Daddy and Mr. Tyler shook hands. Mr. and Mrs. Tyler told Daddy that we went to the Sizzler for dinner.

Robin walked over to where Betsy and I were standing.

"Hey!" she said.

"Hey!" we both said. Then I said, "Did you have fun at Daddy's work?"

"Yeah," it was cool," Robin answered, "I got to be a cashier for a little while."

"COOL!" I said. "We went out to dinner."

Robin said, "We were going to pick you up and get pizza but then you called and said you were staying, so Daddy took me. I got an italian ice, too."

Betsy said, "We had ice cream at Sizzler. Your sister put gummy bears on top of hers."

We all laughed. It was a little awkward; I don't know why.

The three of us walked over to where our parents were standing. Daddy took me aside and said, "Jennifer, I understand you've been invited to sleep over. You want to do that?"

I nodded.

Daddy said, "I thought you didn't like to sleep over people's houses because you were embarrassed that you wet the bed!"

"Usually I am, but, well, Betsy does it, too," I confided. I felt a little bad telling my father about Betsy, but since her parents knew about me, it was only fair.

"Really?" Daddy asked, "Well, then I guess it's good that you two found each other. Okay, you can stay over."

"I can? Oh, thank you, Daddy." I gave him a great big hug. I told Betsy and the two of us held hands and jumped up and down on the driveway. I saw Robin go over to Daddy, out of the corner of my eye. Daddy picked her up and cuddled her. I heard him tell her, "Well, then, it's just the two of us tonight, sweetheart. You have me all to yourself."

I knew Daddy was trying to make Robin feel better. I think she actually missed me, not seeing me all day. But I didn't care, because she's had plenty of sleepovers, and I was always left out, so now it's her turn.

It was decided that Mr. Tyler would follow Daddy to our apartment and get my things. That way, Betsy and I would have our baths while he was gone.

Before Daddy got back into his truck, he pulled me aside again. "Behave yourself, Jennifer."

"I will, Daddy," I whined.

"Jennifer!" Daddy warned, "Don't ruin it now. And I still remember what you did this morning. You'd better not pull anything like that here. Do you understand?"

"Yes, sir, I won't. I'll be good," I promised.

"Okay, I love you, baby. I'll see you tomorrow." Daddy kissed me and then he left.


Mrs. Tyler let Betsy and I take our bath together. It was a little squishy, but it was fun. Robin and I hadn't had a bath together in a while. I was used to having it to myself, but Betsy and I played. Mrs. Tyler came back in and helped us wash our hair. Then she said we could play for a few more minutes. I knew she was just stalling until her husband came back with my stuff.

After awhile, Mrs. Tyler came back and said, "Okay, I think you've had enough, you're going to prune up. Come on, Betsy."

Betsy's mom helped her to dry off. Then she told Betsy to put on her pajamas. Mrs. Tyler helped me out of the tub and to dry off. Just then, there was a knock on the door. I covered myself with the towel. Mr. Tyler poked his head in, and said, "I think someone might need this," and dropped my bag on the bathroom floor.

"Just in time," Mrs. Tyler said.

I put on my pajamas. Betsy and I were allowed to watch tv and play until 9:00. Then we had to start getting ready for bed. We both used the toilet and put on our pantsies. Betsy had liked the name so much, she decided to use it, too. Mr. Tyler set up a cot for me in Betsy's room. I laid down on it. It was very comfortable. I noticed the Tylers had put on a rubber sheet. Oh, well, I was used to that.

It was close to 10:00 when Mr. Tyler stuck his head in the door and said, "Okay, girls, it's very late, time to get some sleep."

"Okay," Betsy agreed. I could tell she was getting sleepy.

I laid back on the cot and tried to get comfortable. Something was missing. I looked around. I got up and looked in my bag.

"What's the matter, Jennifer?" Betsy asked.

"Nothing," I said, searching through the bag. Daddy wouldn't forget, where is it? Then I found it, the little bear that I had gotten when I was little. It had been a present from my "first" mother. I never slept without it.

I climbed back into bed. I laid back, but then realized I was crying.

"Something's wrong, Jennifer, tell me," Betsy insisted. "MOM!" she yelled.

Mrs. Tyler came into the room. "What's the matter?"

Betsy said, "Jennifer's crying, and she won't tell me what's wrong."

Mrs. Tyler came over to me, "What's wrong, honey?"

"I miss my parents. I didn't get to say good-night." I knew how silly it sounded, but I really wanted to say good-night to my father, at least.

Mrs. Tyler took me by the hand and led me into the kitchen. Mr. Tyler looked up from reading the paper and said, "What's wrong?"

Mrs. Tyler said, "Jennifer just wants to say good-night to her father. So we're going to call him."

I held the phone to my ear and waited for Daddy to pick it up. It was really late now, almost 10:30. Robin would be sound asleep.

"Hello?" It was Daddy.

"Hi, Daddy," I said.

"Jennifer? What's the matter, baby?"

"I just missed you. I wanted to say good-night."

"Oh, baby, good-night. Are you sure you're okay? Do you want me to come and pick you up?" Daddy asked.

I answered, "No, I'm fine, I just wanted to talk to you. I love you, Daddy."

"I love you, too, baby, sleep tight, don't let the bedbugs bite."

"And if they do, take your shoe, and beat them 'til they're black and blue," I finished. "Good-night, Daddy!"

"Good-night, sweetheart, see you tomorrow." Daddy hung up. I did, too.

Then I slept like a baby.


I woke up early. I always do. I looked at the clock. It was only 7:00. I had to go to the bathroom. I remembered what happened yesterday morning and Daddy's warning, so I got up. I went into the bathroom, removed my pantsies, wet, of course, and used the toilet. Then I brushed my teeth, and went back into Betsy's room. She was still fast asleep.

I looked in my bag. Daddy had put my book in there. It was a book I had to read for school. Well, I might as well read it now. I read for awhile. Finally, Betsy woke up. It was almost 8:30.

"Good morning, Jennifer. Have you been up for a long time?" she asked.

"Yeah, about an hour and a half. I always wake up early. It drives my parents crazy. Then there's Robin, who will sleep until noon, if you let her."

"Well, did you sleep well?" Betsy asked.

"Yes, I did. This cot is very comfortable," I answered.

Betsy got up quickly, "Oh, um, I'll be right back."

I figured she had to use the bathroom. I always had to go when I woke up.

Betsy came back to her room in just her shirt. She went over to her bureau and pulled on a pair of panties and new pajama bottoms. I didn't say anything. Sometimes I wet through, too.

"Come on, let's go get some breakfast. What do you usually eat, Jennifer?" Betsy asked, "I can make toast by myself."

"Do you have any cereal?" I asked, "That's what I usually eat."

"Sure, let's see. We have Rice Krispies, Cap'n Crunch, or Cheerios," Betsy replied.

"Um, okay, maybe I'll mix Cap'n Crunch and Cheerios. I don't like Cheerios by themselves; they're not sweet enough," I said.

Betsy thought it was a good idea, so we both did it.

After we finished, Betsy and I read the comics together. I guess Mr. Tyler had been up already, because the newspaper was spread out over the kitchen table.

Suddenly we heard, "BETSY! COME IN HERE, PLEASE!" It was her father's voice. He didn't sound too happy. Betsy told me she would be right back and ran out of the room.

I continued to read the comics while I waited for Betsy. I heard her father's voice yelling, and then I heard Betsy crying. I also heard something very familiar. It was the sound of a hand hitting bare skin. I knew for sure, that Betsy was getting a spanking. I wondered what she did. It probably had something to do with why she came back to her bedroom this morning without any pants on. I thought back to yesterday when Daddy had spanked me for peeing in my pantsies on purpose. Ouch!

Mr. Tyler came into the kitchen. There was no use pretending I hadn't heard; half the neighborhood probably heard Betsy crying and carrying on.

"I'm sorry you had to hear that, Jennifer," Mr. Tyler said, "but it was necessary."

"That's okay, Mr. Tyler, I'm used to it," I said honestly. More often it was me who was getting spanked, but on rare occasions, Robin got it, too.

"You can go see Betsy in five minutes, okay?" he said.

"Okay," I said.

Five minutes later, Mr. Tyler told me I could go see Betsy. I went to her room. I was pretty surprised by what I saw. Betsy was standing facing the corner of her room. Her panties and pajama bottoms were down around her ankles. Her bottom was pretty red, although probably not as red as it was five minutes before. She heard me come in, and turned around. She leaned down and pulled up her pants. She flinched a little when the fabric rubbed against her bottom.

"Hi," I said, "are you all right?"

"Yeah," she said, "I'm sorry you had to hear that."

"That's okay. Like I told your dad, I'm pretty used to it."

Betsy and I got dressed. Then we played for a little more. At 10:00, my dad came to pick me up. Betsy and I had been together for twenty-four wonderful hours. We didn't have any fights, and we bonded like no two kids ever could.

We became the best of friends. We were inseparable. Everyone noticed, but we didn't care. Because we were such good friends; we didn't let anything come between us.

We decided also to go to Amy's sleepover party. We both brought our pantsies and put them on at the last minute when everyone was getting to sleep. In the morning, we woke up before anybody, changed, and no one ever found out. It was great! We continued to sleep over each other's houses. But tried to stay away from anymore sleepover parties. We didn't have all that much fun, anyway. We had more fun just being together.

Like I said at the beginning, my life changed that day in the classroom when Amy came in with those stupid invitations. But it changed for the better. Because I met my best friend in the whole wide world!

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