Jessica Lynn Part V

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This story is fiction and contains themes which some may consider to be of an adult or offensive nature. If you are not an adult under the laws of your state or country do not proceed further. This story is for entertainment purposes only and may not represent the viewpoint of the author or the electronic source. All characters are entirely fictional and any resemblance of any kind, to real people living or dead, is purely coincidental.


I felt as if I were sixteen again. All I could think of was Sara. I could not concentrate on any of my work, and if she was in the yard, I made excuses to be out there also. I had not felt this way since I had begun dating my wife when we were fifteen. I suppose I was acting somewhat foolishly, because even my girls suspected that something was up--no pun intended if you will. In fact, this one Friday evening Jennifer and Mary Beth were both out at parties and I was lying on the floor of the living room with Meghan on one side of me and Danielle on the other. Suddenly Meghan made a most astute observation.

"You like Sara, don't you Daddy."

"That's Dr. Martin to you short stuff."

"Okay, but you like her don't you?"

"Of course I like her. She's a very nice person."

"Noooo! I mean you like her! You knowwww! You like her!"

"No, Meghan Kathleen, I do not know what you mean."

"Yessss, you dooooo!. C'mon Daddeeeee. You like Sara uhhh I mean Dr. Martin. I mean really liiiiike her."

"If you mean, do I like to be with her, then yes I do."

"Are you gonna ask her to go on a date?"

"Well, now, I don't think that's any of your business right now little girl."

I reached over as I said this and began to tickle Meghan. She dissolved into uncontrollable giggling and squirming, but through her giggles managed to probe for more information.

"Eeeeeeeee, hee heee, eeeeee, but do you heeeeee, eeeeeee wanna heeeeee heeeee kisssssssheeeee heeeeee heeee eeeeeee herrrrrrrr?"

"You little nosey norbert! C'mere so I can really tickle you!"

"Noooooooo, heeeee heeeeee, daddeeeeeeeeheeeeeheeeee, eeeeeeeee, do yaaaaaaaa?"

Now, Danni jumped into the fray.

"Tickle meeeee tooooo, Daddeeee! Meeee tooooo!"

Naturally, I obliged. Now, I had two squirming little girls rolling all over the floor, squealing and giggling. Each had been ready for bed, wearing only long T-shirts and panties. So access to bare tummies to tickle was quite easy, as was access to Meghan's most ticklish spot--the top of her thighs right where her heinie started. Within moments I had them reduced to squirming, giggling, helplessness. First, I would tickle their tummies, then when they flipped over to get away, I'd begin tickling the tops of their legs. I really hoped that all the tickling would cause Meghan to forget, or at least give up on her line of questioning. A minute or so of tickling and I let up so they could catch their breath. Meghan was not about to give up. She jumped up and backed away from me grinning and giggling.

"Daddy likes Saraaaaa, Daddeeee li-ikes Saraaaaa!"

"C'mere you brat."

I reached for her, but missed as she danced away, giggling even more. It was all great fun for her and Danni. Then Danni got real serious and dropped the bombshell.

"Are you gonna marry Sara, Daddy?"

I stopped dead and so did Meghan. I turned and looked at Danni.

"Are ya?"

"Danni, aren't we getting a bit ahead of ourselves, here? I haven't even taken her out on a date yet."

Oh, boy did I slip up. Meghan jumped right on that.

"Soooooooo! You dooooo want to ask her for a date!"

I was trapped---had to say something---but what?

"Geee-eeeez! You two just won't give up will you? Okay! Yes! I would like to ask Sara for a date! Okay? Satisfied?"

Meghan was grinning from ear to ear, but Danni was looking a bit less happy. I picked her up and she tucked her face into my neck and whispered.


"Danni, honey? What's the matter?"

"If you love Sara and marry her, will you still love me?"

"Oh, Danniiiii. Of course I will!"

"As much as now?"

"Danni, I will never stop loving you. You were Mommy's and Daddy's last baby. I have a very, very special love for you. I'll always love you!"

"What about Meghan?"

I looked at Meghan. Now she was looking very serious. I sat on the couch and sat Danni on my left leg. Then I held my right arm open for Meghan. She bounced over, sat on my right leg, and snuggled in. I patted both their bottoms, hugged them close, and kissed the tops of their heads. I felt tears welling up in my eyes. I looked up at the picture of my wife on the mantel, and hugged them tighter.

"Meghan was Mommy's and Daddy's first baby. I have a very, very special love for her, too. I will always love all my girls no matter what."

The snuggle lasted about thirty seconds and then the doorbell rang. Jumping up, Meghan ran and opened the door. Sara was dropping off Jessie for a "slumber party" while she was having a conference call with her attourney in Minneapolis. Jessie came in dragging a huge sleeping bag that had somehow come unrolled. Sara was carrying an overnight bag for Jessie. Sara looked a bit frazzled. I had not seen her for a few days, so I wanted to find out how she was doing with Jessie.

"How are you Sara? You look a bit distracted."

"Ohhhhh, I'm fine . . . . I guess."

"You guess? You're not certain?"

"Huh? Oh, uhhhh, yeah. I guess I'm certain."

"Well, that was certainly quite a definite statement. Want to talk about it?"

"Ohhh, it's just the usual stuff. You know. I'm trying to deal with it."

The girls had run upstairs, so that Jessie could get changed. So I felt free to question a bit more. My perception was that things were still not going well.

"C'mon Sara! I can tell you are not a very happy person right now. Is it the job?"

I knew it wasn't the job, but I wanted to give her an out if she wanted it.

"No. Noooo, it's not the job. I love my job. It's just . . . ."


"Yeah, I guess it is."

"Want to tell me what's going on?"

"No . . . . I mean yes . . . but not right now. I really have to go call the attourney, right now. But can we talk later?"

"Of course, but I think you know what I'm going to tell you."

"I know, but . . . . . but . . . she was soooo good after that night you came over. And then after you and the girls came over for dinner that weekend, she was wonderful . . . . for a while, but now . . . . now . . . oh, geez, I've gotta go call now or I'll miss him. I'll talk to you later, okay?"

"Whenever you like."

Sara left and I went into my office. Looking out the window, I could see her shadow against the shades of her office window. Was I in love with this girl? I certainly felt like I was, but I had never even held her hand. But right now . . . somehow . . . I had to help her become more secure in dealing with a truly rambunctious, and naughty, nine-year-old. And the more I thought about it, the more I fancied the idea that the twenty-one-year old probably needed a dose of what the nine-year-old needed!

I heard the girls come downstairs. They spread their sleeping bags out on the living room floor, and I heard Meghan go into the kitchen. Soon the sound and smell of popcorn was permeating the house. Have you ever noticed how hungry that sound and smell can make you. I decided that I, too, needed some popcorn, so I got up to go into the kitchen. But when I was outside the kitchen door, I heard the girls whispering. I guess I shouldn't have done it, but I stopped and listened.

"But what if your mom finds out?"

"She's not gonna find out! Not unless you tell, Meghan!"

"I ain't gonna tell!"

"Well, you better not!"

"But, where ya been goin' the last couple uh days?"

"You know that new girl down the block---Ann Marie? Well, we've been spendin' the day at her house, goin' in th'pool an' havin' a great time. You oughta come with me next week!"

"Uh, uhn! I don't think sooooo! I like my butt the color it is right now. If my dad found out, he'd really let me have it!"

There's my girl! Some people may not approve of spanking, but here was evidence that it really stops questionable behavior before it takes place.

"Look, do whatcha want, but I'm gonna have some fun, and my mom's never gonna know 'bout it! You just let me know when there's a test. I'll show up that day with a 'note' saying I've been sick and I'll take the test. I know that stuff anyway."

"But she'll find out when she sees your report card. They mark absences on your report card."

"Du-uh! Don't ya think I know that. I got some ink 'radicator. I'll just change the numbers tuh zero absences."

"But what if the school calls your mom?"

"She leaves for the college right after I leave, an' I get home first, so I just 'rase the messages on the machine."

"Oh, man Jessie. If you get caught, you are gonna get killed!"

"Well, I ain't gonna get caught. I'm too smart tuh get caught."

Well, that's one theory of hers down the drain. Now, how was I going to get Sara informed without Jessie thinking Meghan told on her? I went back to my office and called Sara. I knew she was still on the line with her attourney, but she quickly picked up the call waiting.

"Hello? I'm on a call right now. Can I call you back?"

"Sara, it's me. I'm coming over. I'll let myself in. We need to talk."

"Uhhhh, okay, but I'm still on the phone with my attourney."

"Finish your call, but we have to talk."

"Okay, I guess."

I hung up and went out to the living room. The girls were munching popcorn and watching "Matilda" for the eight millionth time. I told them I was going to be next door for a bit, but that they could call if they needed me. Meghan grinned and got in a little dig.

"Have fuu-unn."

"Behave yourself. I'll be back in a bit."

I hopped the fence and walked to the back door. It was unlocked, so I let myself in and went down the hallway to Sara's office. I could hear that she was just finishing the call. I waited outside her office until she hung up, then I peeked in.

"Come on in Will. What's wrong?"

"Sara, how are things going with Jessie at school?"

"Okay, I guess. I haven't heard from her teacher in a week, so I guess no news is good news."

"Welllll, that may not be quite the case."

"What do you mean?"

Then I told her what I had heard. Sara started to cry.

"That little brat! She doesn't have a clue! I'm going to lose her! My lawyer just told me that he thinks my aunt has hired a private investigator to keep an eye on Jessie and me. Will, what am I going to do?!"

"Ahem . . . well . . . let's not go directly down that path shall we. I think you know what you have to do, and I'd be happy to give you evidence that it will work. But right now, what you have to do is call Jessie's teacher, so that you can honestly say you heard all this from her. I do not want Jessie blaming Meghan!"

"Yes. You're right. I have her number here. I just hate to call her on a Friday night and . . . . ohh, I know, I know. Don't look at me like that. You look like my dad used to just before he spanked me! I know I have to call her!"

Well, now. Maybe Sara was reading my mind, because I certainly did want to give her a good sound spanking. Maybe that would get her good sense working!

Sara dialed the phone. It must have rung several times. I think she was about to hang up, when someone answered.

"Oh, hi, uhh, this is uhhh Sara Martin. Could I uh speak to Mrs. Bell? Oh, hi Mrs. Bell . . . . uhh, okay . . . . Debbie. I uhh . . . I uhhh was wondering how things were going with Jessie? I haven't heard from you in about a week and . . . . . oh, you have? I'm sorry my machine hasn't been working right I guess and . . . . oh, I see. The last three days? No . . . she hasn't been ill. Uh, huh. Yes, I will speak with her. Thank you Mrs. Bell . . . yes, okay . . . Debbie. Thank you."

Sara hung up, stared at me, and pounded her small fist down on the desk. Tears were pouring down her cheeks. I walked around the desk and held her head against my chest. She was quite angry.

"That little brat has not been in school for three days!"

"I know. Shhhhhhhh. It's going to be alright. Shhhhhhh."

"Will, I really need your help. Pleeeeease!"

"Okay. I made a committment. I do what I can."

"What do we do?"

"Well, for starters, I think yon slumber party is about to end. Then we are going sit Miss Jessica down . . . . for what may be the last time for several hours . . . and then we are going to start by having a very long talk with her. You are going to lay all the cards on the table about your aunt. She has to know what she is risking. Then we are going to lay down some rules and guidelines along with some rewards and some punishments. Then we . . . one of us . . . is going to spank her bare backside soundly! And sometime in the next several days you and I are going to have a long talk about raising a child! Understand, young lady?!"

Sara looked quite startled by my tone. In fact she looked very much like a very scared little girl who is about to be sent to wait for her daddy. I felt like I was getting through to her, and I don't mind saying that I found the look quite intriquing.

Together, we went next door to my house. Meghan looked up and started to grin, but then saw my face and decided not to. Danni was asleep on the floor. Jessica was busy munching popcorn and watching the movie.

"I'm sorry girls, this party is over."


"Because, Meghan, something has come up that has to be dealt with right now. Right now I want you to go upstairs to your bedroom and get to bed. Okay."


I picked up Danni, sleeping bag and all and started up the stairs with her. Meghan followed and Jessie started to follow. Sara stopped her.

"No, Jessica Lynn. You stay here."

"Huh? Why?"

"Because we have something to talk about."


"Wait till Dr. Brett comes back down."


"Because I said so Jessica!"

"But . . "


I was coming back down the stairs when Sara erupted. I have to admit I was impressed. I would have been more impressed had she immediately hauled her into my office for some over-the-knee therapy--physical for Jessica. . . mental for Sara. But alas, Sara still needed some guidance in this area. I suggested we go into my office in case other ears were listening. Sara grabbed Jessica's hand and made it clear that we were definitely going into the office. Once there, Sara wasted no time in getting down to business.

"Jessica Lynn, I want to know why you have not gone to school the last three days!"

"WHAT?! Who told you I wasn't in school? Did Meghan tell you?"

"No, she didn't. Mrs. Bell told me. I just spoke with her about fifteen minutes ago. She said she has been trying to get in touch with me for the last three days also. Have any idea why there have been no messages on my machine."


"Jessica, I think perhaps you better tell the whole truth to your mom. You are in plenty of trouble as it is."

"I guess I 'rased them."

Jessica looked at me . . . she was quite scared.

"You heard me talking to Meghan, didn't you?"

Actually, this child was quite bright. She deduced that information from almost nothing.

"Yes, I did, Jessica. You were not quite as clever as you thought you were. And, I might add, ink eradicator is not as thorough as you think it might be. Believe me, children long before you have experimented with its effectiveness--and found, to their disappointment, that parents are not so easily fooled."

"Personal experience, Will?"

"Somewhat. My sister Angela tried it when she was twelve and had received a C- in Mathematics. As my dad spanked her backside bright red that night, he made it quite clear that her discomfort was the direct result of her attempted deception, not the grade."

"Ahhhh. Well, I'll have to keep that in mind this evening."

"A fine idea."

"Anybody want to know if I think it's a fine idea?"

"Not really Jessica. Not really. Dr. Brett has already made some suggestions as to what probably needs to be done this evening."

"I'm gettin' spanked aren't I?"

"Well, Jessica, what do you think should be done about this behavior?"

"I guess I am. Who's gonna do it?"

"I think I'll let you think about that for a while. But first, we need to discuss the implications of what you have done."

With that, Sara launched into a lecture about the consequences of skipping school, the dangers of a little girl being unsupervised all day long like Jessica had been, and the foolishness of believing everyone would be fooled. Jessie stood in front of Sara and stared at the floor. I will give Sara credit. She was quite firm. Jessie twisted her T-shirt between her fingers and shed a few tears during the lecture. Actually, I'm not sure it was because of the lecture, or because of the fear of what she obviously was certain was to come after the lecture.

I wondered if Sara was going to go into the situation involving her aunt. She did. Once she warmed to the topic, it all came spilling out--how their aunt was trying to take Jessie away, how Sara was trying to officially adopt Jessie, how their aunt had probably hired a private investigator to monitor them, and how Jessie's actions may have really jeopardized the situation. By that point Jessie was in full-blown tears and sobs. She threw herself into Sara's arms, hugging her, and pleading with her not to let her go.

"Pleeeeeease, Sara . . . . Mommy . . . . pleeeeeeease! Pleeeeeease don't let her take me away! I love you. Pleeeeeeease. I don't wanna leave you."

"Shhhhhhhh, Jessie. It's okay. I'm not going to let that happen. Shhhhhhh. The court has made me your guardian, and in a year I can adopt you as my daughter officially. We just have to make sure they don't have any reason to take you away."

"I'll be good! I promise! I won't mess up anymore! Pleeeeeease."

"Okayyyyyy, Jessie. I believe you. Now calm down."

I could see that Sara had made her point strongly. Now, I wanted to see if she would drive the point home. She looked at me and I nodded. She held Jessie away at arms length and looked right into her face.

"Alright, young lady, but we are going to have some rules. And if you break those rules, you are going to be punished. And I am telling you right now, and you better believe me if you know what's good for you, if Dr. Brett . . ."

My head popped up. Where was she going with this?

". . . Daddy, if that's what you wish, catches you in any misbehavior, he has my permission to punish you, just as he would his own girls."

Actually, I thought that was already understood, but okay, she was making the point perfectly clear to Jessie . . . and to me. She looked up at me and I nodded.

"First, you will never, ever skip school again. Understand?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"Second, you are going to stop your back talking, sassing, rudeness, and disobedience. Got that?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"Third, you will do what you are told, when you are told, as you are told. Am I making myself perfectly clear?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"And do you know what is going to happen if you break any of these rules?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"What will happen to you Jessica?"

Jessica hung her head down and stared at the floor. Her hands were behind her. She definitely knew what she was in for. One tear hung on the tip of her nose and she was digging one toe into the rug. She whispered her answer.

"I'll get a spankin'."

"Not just a spanking, Jessie. A hard, bare-bottom spanking, just like the ones our Daddy gave me until I was almost sixteen, and . . ."

Whoa there! Did I just hear what I thought I heard? Almost sixteen!? She was only 21 now! That was only five years ago. Well, there was an image I was going to have trouble getting out of my mind!

". . . just like Dr. Brett gave you and I gave you before. But know this, Jessie. After that spanking I gave you, you said Dr. Brett's hurt a lot more---well, you can count on mine hurting a lot more from now on! Do you understand?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"And now Jessie, we have the little matter of what we are going to do about the past three days. What do you think?"

"I guess I should get a spankin'."

"Yes, I guess you should. But I'm not going to do it. I'm going to ask Dr. Brett to spank you, because I'm not sure I really can do it right yet . . . but I have a feeling I'm going to have a good lesson quite soon."

Well, I could have been knocked over with a feather at that point. Sara was looking right at me and smiling. There was no doubt in my mind as to what she meant. But I tried to maintain a certain dignity. I nodded again, and went to move the spanking chair into position. Jessica, however looked a trifle confused by that last statement.

"Whaddya mean, Mommy?"

"Don't worry about that Jessica. You just get yourself ready for your spanking, young lady."

Sara took Jessie by the hand and led her over to where I was already sitting in the spanking chair. Jessie started to cry, but did not try to pull away. While her left hand was held by Sara, her right was securely behind her, palm out, in a futile attempt to protect that most delicate part of her anatomy. Sara stood her next to my right leg. I lifted her t-shirt. She was wearing black soccer shorts. I made her hold her shirt up out of the way. Then I untied her shorts and slid them down over her bottom and to the middle of her thighs. Yellow cotton panties quickly joined the shorts. Placing my right hand in the small of her back, I guided Jessie over my lap. A small sob hiccupped out of her, and she began to cry hard even before I gave her the first spank. Almost immediately, I began to smack her rounded little bottom, and I wasted no time in truly lighting a fire in her bottom. Left cheek, right cheek, down low where her bottom creased into her thighs, working my way up to the fullest part of her bottom cheeks, I slapped both sensitive little cheeks vigorously and generously. By the time I had spanked her quivering, clenching bottom fifty times, it was bright red and obviously incredibly sore. Jessie, wailed and sobbed, she wiggled and squirmed, and she pointed her toes and kicked her legs until her shorts and panties worked their way down to her ankles and were eventually kicked off. I do believe it was perhaps the soundest spanking I had ever administered. At seventy-five spanks, Jessie reached back with her right hand and tried to cover her bottom. I caught it and held it out of the way.

"That will cost you an additional ten spanks, young lady!"


Once I had given her the 100 spanks, I did ease off for the last ten. The point was made. The last ten, just needed to be for effect. Besides, her bottom was well-spanked by that point anyway. I ended the spanking and stood Jessie up. I immediately did as I usually did. I hugged her and kissed her nose. She hugged me back and held me tight.

"I'm really unh unh unh sorry Daddy. I unh unh really unh am!"

I rubbed her sore bottom and patted her back. She needed to know she was forgiven, but that her behavior had to improve. I whispered in her ear.

"Why don't you tell your mom how sorry you are."

Jessie backed away and looked at Sara. Sara was holding Jessie's shorts and panties and held them out to her. She walked over to Sara and was enveloped into a hug. The redness of her bottom showed very clearly through her white T-shirt. Sara, too, lifted Jessie's shirt and rubbed her sore bottom.

"I'm sorry unh unh unh unh Mommy. Please don't be mad at me."

"I'm not mad anymore, Jessie. You've been punished. Let's just not have any more of this behavior. Okay?"

"Uh unh unh huh."

"Shall we go on home, now?"

"Uh, huh. Can I unh unh sleep with you tonight?"

"I think that could be arranged."

"Tell your Daddy good night. Okay?"

Jessie came over and gave me another hug. Then she backed away and pulled on her panties and shorts. Sara told her to go roll up her sleep bag. Jessie went out to the living room and Sara turned to me.

"Thank you, Will . . . for everything. For being there for me, for caring about me and about Jessie, for what you just did for Jessie . . ."

"You're welcome Sara, I . . ."

". . . and in advance for any lessons I still require."

I did not finish my sentence. In fact, I have no idea what I was going to say. Sara smiled, and she left with Jessie. I had a lot to think about. Those days twenty years ago, still are quite fresh in my mind.

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