This story is completely fictuous. Any relation to living or dead is purely coincidental. This story contains the spanking of a minor child. (M/f, F/f). The story is fiction, in no way does this author encourage the spanking of young children.
"Robin and Jennifer! Do one of you want to help me bring some stuff down to the storage shed in the basement?" Charlie called.
"I will, Daddy!" Jennifer said.
Charlie and Jennifer took the elevator down to the basement. Charlie was putting more boxes down in the storage locker, before they moved to the new house.
Jennifer said, "I can't wait 'til we move, but I'll miss all my friends in the apartment building."
Charlie said, "I know you will, but we're not moving very far. You can always come back to visit."
While Charlie was putting the box into their locker, Jennifer was looking around. "Oooh, Daddy, look, a cat! Here, kitty, kitty! Oh, he's so soft."
Charlie said, "Okay, honey, that's it, let's go."
Jennifer said, "Oh, Daddy, can I just stay and pet the cat a little more?"
Charlie looked at his watch. "Okay, honey, but in ten minutes, I want you back upstairs, okay?" Jennifer nodded. She watched as her father got back in the elevator.
After a few minutes, the cat started to walk away. Jenn said, "Hey, Kitty, where're you going?" Jennifer followed the cat. Suddenly, she was surrounded by all these pretty things. She looked around. She and the cat had wondered into someone else's storage locker. "This should be locked up," Jenn said, as she went to examine the open lock on the shed. She started to touch the pretty stuff. "I really shouldn't be touching this stuff," she thought to herself. "Well, maybe I can just look around."
Suddenly, Jennifer realized she had to use the bathroom. "I guess I'd better go upstairs," she thought. Then she heard a noise. At first, she thought it was the cat. She looked around for the cat, but did not see it." Hey, there, you! What do you think you're doing?"
Jennifer jumped. She was so scared; she wet her pants. She turned around and was staring straight into the eyes of Mr. Sam, the building super. "Oh, Mr. Sam, it's you! You scared me half to death!"
Mr. Sam said, "Who are you? And what are you doing in Mrs. Cohn's things?"
Jennifer whispered, "Mr. Sam, it's me, Jennifer Clemente, one of the twins. I wasn't touching anything, really. The lock was open, and everything was so pretty. I was just looking, honest." Mr. Sam said, "Yeah, well, we'll see about that. Open your hands. I can't be having anything being stolen now, can I?"
Jennifer opened her hands. Thank god, she hadn't picked anything up. Mr. Sam seemed satisfied that she didn't have any of Mrs. Cohn's things. "Okay, now, let's go call your parents and have them come get you. You shouldn't be down here by yourself anyhow."
Mr. Sam called The Clemente apartment, but the line was busy. "Well, I guess I'll have to deliver you myself, then, let's go." Jennifer was scared. She knew her dad would be mad: not only did she wet her pants, but she got caught being where she shouldn't have been. Ever since the incident with Beth Thompson's pocketbook, she had tried to stay out of trouble. "Looks like I blew it!" she said to herself.
Up in the apartment, Charlie was on the phone. When the doorbell rang, he asked Robin to look to see who it was. Robin said, "Daddy, it's Mr. Sam and Jennifer." Charlie said into the phone, "Look, I have to go, I'll call you back." He went over and opened the door. "Hi, Sam, is something wrong?"
Sam ushered Jennifer into the apartment, while he stayed in the hall. He said, "I found her going through Mrs. Cohn's things. She didn't take anything, as far as I could see, although I didn't check her pockets." Charlie looked down at Jennifer. She looked down at the floor.
Charlie said, "Is that true, Jennifer? Were you touching things that don't concern you?"
Jennifer nodded. She was afraid to open her mouth. She could feel her father and Mr. Sam staring at her though, and she knew she was expected to answer. "I'm sorry, Daddy, I couldn't help it. I was following the cat. The locker was open, and everything was so pretty. I didn't take anything, honest." Charlie said, "Well, I'll just check for myself," and he reached into the front pocket of Jennifer's jeans. That's when he felt that they were wet.
"Oh, Jenn, again?!" Charlie was disappointed. Jennifer could hear it in his voice. Charlie felt the outside of each pocket. "No, Sam, there isn't anything in the pockets. Besides, Jennifer knows better than to steal. Don't you, baby?" Jennifer knew her father was thinking of the pocketbook incident. "Yes, Daddy," she said. Charlie turned back to Sam, "Sorry again, Sam, thank you for bringing her back up." The two men shook hands and Sam walked away.
Charlie closed the apartment door. He turned to Jennifer, "Okay, young lady, I want you to go change, and then I want to see you in my room, do you understand?" Jennifer sighed. "Yes, Daddy." Jennifer took off her wet things and put them in the bathtub. Then she used the toilet, and washed her hands. She went into her room and grabbed a fresh pair of panties. As she was putting them on, she said, "Well, I won't be needing these for too long, I guess."
She went into her parents' bedroom and over to her father who was sitting on his dressing room chair. She stood in front of him and waited. Charlie said, "Jennifer, I'm very disappointed in you. I thought I could trust you down in the basement for ten minutes. Almost as soon as I was out of the room, you got yourself in trouble. What do you have to say for yourself?" Jennifer started to cry. She was disappointed in herself, as well.
"I'm sorry, Daddy," she sobbed. "I don't know what came over me. I followed the cat, and then I was in this locker, surrounded by beautiful things, and I don't know, I just started to touch everything. I knew I shouldn't, but, but, I don't know, I couldn't help it. I'm sorry." Jennifer continued to cry.
Charlie was holding her by her shoulders. Jennifer was crying and looking down at the floor. Then Charlie put his hand on her chin and lifted her face to meet his. He said, "I'm afraid, 'I'm sorry' just doesn't cut it, little girl. You're always sorry when you're caught doing things you shouldn't. What I want you to learn is to not do them in the first place. Do you understand?" Jennifer nodded. Charlie said, "Now, what about your wet pants? Did you know that you had to go?"
Jennifer thought about it. She knew she should just tell the truth, but she was already in such big trouble. She found herself lying, even before she could stop herself. "Uh, no, Daddy, Mr. Sam scared me half to death, and I guess I just wet myself, then." Charlie said, "Okay, well, let's get this over with. Come on."
Charlie pulled Jennifer's panties down to her ankles and she stepped out of them. She knew she wouldn't be needing them for long. Then he guided her over his lap. He brought his right hand down hard on her bottom, again and again, alternating between the left and right cheeks. Jennifer cried as her daddy spanked her. She didn't like to be spanked, but she always knew that she was forgiven when it was over. Her father continued to spank, until Jennifer's bottom was bright red. Then he pulled her up onto his lap, and rubbed her back and her bottom, as she cried into his chest.
"I'm sorry, Daddy, I'm sorry." Charlie said, "Okay, that's okay, everything's all right. Okay, shush now!" He rubbed her back and her bottom until she fell asleep. Charlie stood up with Jennifer in his arms. He called out to Robin, "Robin, come here, sweetheart!" Robin came to the door of her parents' bedroom. She saw her sister asleep in her father's arms. She also noticed her sister's very pink bottom.
Charlie said, "Robin, will you please get me one of your sister's pantsies, and open it on my bed?" Robin did as she was told. It always made her nervous when her sister was just spanked. Even though she didn't do anything wrong, one never knew!
Charlie laid the sleeping Jennifer on his bed, and put the pantsies on her. He knew she would sleep for at least half an hour. He leaned down and kissed her on her cheek, and said, "I love you, sweetheart!" Then he walked out of the room, closing the door behind him.
About 15 minutes later, Lisa arrived home, with the baby and lots of packages. Charlie laughed, "Successful shopping trip, I see?" Lisa said, "How'd you guess? Here, take the baby." Charlie took Steven from Lisa. He was sound asleep. Charlie snuck into their bedroom, and laid Steven down in his crib. Charlie couldn't wait until they were in the house, and Steven had his own room. He reclosed the door and rejoined Lisa in the kitchen.
Lisa said, "How was your afternoon? Where're the girls?" Charlie hesitated, "Well, I'm not sure where Robin is, last time I saw her, she was in the den watching t.v. and Jennifer is asleep on our bed." Lisa looked at Charlie. "Oh, no, not again, what'd she do?" Lisa knew the only reason Jennifer would be asleep in their bedroom, is if Charlie had just spanked her.
Charlie started to tell Lisa the whole story, when Lisa went into the bathroom. She saw Jennifer's wet pants in the tub. Charlie had washed them out and set them to dry over the top of the shower. Lisa said, "Oh, again? Charlie, she's getting worse. She's had more accidents in the past few months then in the time I've known her. What are we going to do about it?" Charlie said, "Sid told us not to worry about it. He's been her doctor since she was born, and I trust him. She'll grow out of it, you'll see."
Lisa shrugged. She was going to worry anyway. She didn't think it normal for a ten-year-old to still wet the bed at night, let alone have numerous daytime accidents. Lisa sighed, "Okay, tell me the rest of the story." Charlie filled her in on what had happened. Lisa said, "Hmm, if it's not one thing, it's another."
Lisa went into the den to see what Robin was up to. She saw Robin furiously scrubbing away at the couch cushion. "Robin, what are you doing? What's going on?" Robin turned to see her mother standing over her with her hands on her hips. Lisa looked at the couch cushion; it was covered in red nail polish. Then she looked at Robin's fingernails; they were red, too. And so were her toenails.
Lisa said, "What on earth do you think you are doing, young lady?" Robin sobbed. "I'm sorry, Mommy, I was being really careful, and then when I was done, I knocked over the nail polish. I'm sorry. I'll get it out, I promise."
Lisa pushed Robin away from the couch, grabbed the sponge and tried to get the nail polish off herself, but it was too late; the nail polish had dried. Her mother said, "You are in very big trouble, young lady. I want you to go into the bathroom, find the nail polish remover and take that all off, at once. Then go into your room and wait for me. You are going to be punished."
Robin said, "But, Mommy, it's almost dry, can't I keep it on? Please?" Lisa said, "NO! You heard me, go right now!" Robin cried but did what she was told. Lisa bent down and tried to pick the nail polish off, but it didn't work. Then Charlie came in and said, "Lisa, what's wrong? Robin just rushed past me crying." He looked down at the couch. "What is that? Is that nail polish?" Lisa nodded. Charlie said, "Great, that's not going to come out, is it?" "It might come out with nail polish remover. I'll try it as soon as I'm finished punishing Robin."
Lisa went into the twins' room. Robin was laying on her bed crying into her pillow. Lisa sat down on the bed and said, "Come here." Robin sat up and moved over until she was sitting right next to her mother. Lisa said, "Do you know why you are going to be punished, Robin?" Robin nodded. "Because I spilled the nail polish on the couch." Her mother said, "And whose nail polish were you using?" Robin answered, "Yours." Lisa said, "And did you have permission to use my nail polish?" Robin shook her head back and forth. She started to cry again.
"I didn't think you'd mind if I used it, Mommy. I was so careful with it, and I thought you would tell me how nice it looked. Oh, if I hadn't spilled it, you would have." Lisa said, "It doesn't matter if I thought it looked nice or not, Robin, you still used it without my permission. And you were not careful with it, were you? You spilled it on the couch cushion, and I might not be able to get it out. Daddy and I might have to replace that cushion. And if we do, you will pay for it out of your allowance. Do you hear me?" Robin nodded. Lisa said, "Okay, let's go." Robin stood up in front of her mother. Lisa pulled her pants and panties down to her knees and lifted Robin over her lap.
She started to spank Robin over and over again, in the middle of her bottom. Mommy's spankings were different from Daddy's in that way. Daddy would alternate between cheeks, while Mommy concentrated in the middle of your bottom. Robin couldn't decide which was worse. They both hurt an awful lot.
Robin tried to avoid spankings as often as possible. It seemed that Jennifer got one every week.
Lisa spanked until Robin's bottom was bright red. Then she stood Robin up and motioned to her pants. "Up or off?" Robin said, "Off" as she stepped out of them. Robin laid on her bed. Lisa rubbed her back and her bottom while Robin cried. Lisa said, "Okay, you cry it out, sweetheart, I love you.
I'll come back in half an hour, okay?" Robin nodded through her tears. Lisa leaned down and kissed Robin on her cheek. Then she closed the door, and left the room.
Lisa went into the kitchen where Charlie was. He was sitting at the table, reading the newspaper. Lisa put her arms around him and kissed the top of his head. "Boy it's been a busy day, hasn't it?" Lisa said, referring to both twins being spanked. Charlie said, "Yes, it has. I hope we don't have too many more days like this one."
(To be continued)
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