Story: Brownies

Part of the Stabler Girls series.  Breanna is babysitting her little sister when she decides to make pot brownies.  Someone should tell her to lay off the weed... and not to give any to Lenore!  Guess that's what Elliot is going to do when he finds out...

Brownies
by Breanna and Lenore

Breanna was in charge of looking after Lenore for the evening while their dad was working. She'd taken to looking after Lenore the last few days, having begged their father to let them stay at home alone instead of going to grandma's house. This particular evening, Breanna was super stoked to have the house to herself. Chris's roommate, Josh, had hooked her up with enough marijuana to make special brownies. She'd looked up the recipe online and was in the process of mixing everything together when Lenore came into the kitchen.

"Whatcha makin'?" Lenore asked curiously, as she peered around her sister to see.

"Brownies," Breanna giggled, licking the chocolate mix off of her fingers.

"Ooh! Can I help?"

"Mmm, I don't think I need any help," Breanna said. "Well, I guess. Can you get me a pan to pour this into?"

"Sure!" Lenore smiled, turning to go find a pan. She rummaged in a cupboard for a bit, then came running back with a pan. "Do I get to have some too?"

Breanna thought for a moment. The rational part of her said not to allow her sister to eat it. But the high part of her (because, yes, she had already smoked a little) told her that a little weed wouldn't hurt the kid. "Sure!" she blurted out, pouring the mix into the pan. "Here, I'll put it in the oven..."

"Sweet!" Lenore cheered. "I love brownies!"

"Let's watch TV," she offered after putting the brownies into the oven. She took her little sister's hand and turned off the lights. Once in the living room, she turned on the Ninja Turtles and snuggled up on the couch. "This is excellent," she said.

"Most definitely," Lenore grinned, leaning against her sister. "This is my favourite show!"

They sat there, absorbed into the television until the alarm went off in the kitchen, announcing the brownies were ready. Bre scampered away, pulling them out, cutting them, and then pouring both she and Lenore a glass of milk. "Sis!" she yelled. "The brownies are ready!! Come and get 'em!"

Lenore came flying into the kitchen excitedly. "Yay! Brownies!" She eagerly grabbed one up. "I like when Daddy doesnÕt know we had dessert before dinner."

"Me too!" Bre said. She wasn't worried about her dad finding out that the brownies had marijuana in them. Besides, they'd all be gone before he came home anyway. She stuffed her face full of the chocolate and walnut brownies, noticing the hint of minty-ness. She smiled. "These are good!"

"Mm...." Lenore agreed, shoveling a second brownie into her mouth. "Best ones yet!"

Bre didn't think to tell Lenore to slow down... she was too busy chowing down on her own. Then she put the rest on a plate and took it into the living room. There they sat in front of the Ninja Turtles, munching away. And before Bre knew it, the entire plate was empty. She held her stomach. "Wow, that was a lot of brownies," she said, burping and taking another drink of milk.

Lenore finished her milk, then sat silently for a long moment. "Bre.... I don't feel so well..." She shuddered slightly, though she was starting to sweat bullets.

Breanna looked at her little sis. She was stoned out of her mind, and it took a minute for her to realize that she'd actually really and truly given brownies to her sister. "Shit, Lenore," she said, picking herself up, trying to calm the paranoia that built up inside her. She got on her knees in front of her sister, looking her in the eyes. "What's wrong?"

"My head hurts...." Lenore whined. "And my tummy wants to..." She trailed off, as she lurched to the side and threw up all over the arm of the couch.

"Ohmigod," Bre shrieked. She had no idea what to do. "Shit, shit, shit!" She stood up frantically. "Lenore?? Are you okay?"

"I don't knoooow!" Lenore wailed, grabbing her head. "Everything's spinning! Bre! Why is everything spinning!?"

"Calm down. Lean your head back, close your eyes, and take deep breaths. It's okay. Everything's okay. You're going to be all right," Bre said in as calm a voice as she could muster.

Lenore leaned in the opposite direction of where she had puked. "Make it stop spinniiiiing!" She cried, still holding her head.

"Shhhh, sis," Breanna said, sitting down next to her sister and putting an arm around her shoulder. "It's going to be okay. I promise."

"Bre, I can't feel my feet! Are my feet there!? I didn't lose them, did I?"

Okay, by now, Bre was starting to freak out slightly. Obviously she had gone overboard in allowing her sister to have some brownies. But she hadn't had the heart to tell her no! And now what was going to happen? Her sister was going to die! Just because she didn't have the heart to tell her no. "Lenore, please, just calm down," Bre begged.

"But I'm scared!" Lenore cried. "What's going on, Bre?"

"I think there was something in the brownies," Bre said. "Try to breathe and calm down."

"But we made them!" Lenore stated, looking confused, as she grabbed at her head again. She rolled over onto her side, and started puking over the side of the couch.

"Ohmigod," Bre said, holding her sister's hair back. "Maybe I should call an ambulance..."

"I want Dad-dyyy!" Lenore managed to wail, as she kept heaving.

"Okay, we'll get him, little sis. I'll call him. Its gonna be okay I promise." She rubbed her sister's back.

Lenore groaned, as she held her head in her hands, after she'd managed to stop puking for a few moments. "My head hurts...."

Bre was getting really worried. She didn't want to tell her dad, but she didn't know what else to do. "I'll call dad..." She said and grabbed her phone, dialing the familiar number and praying he wouldn't kill her.

Lenore gagged a little, her head rolling to hang off the couch once more.

"Hello? Detective Stabler speaking," Elliot answered the phone.

"D-dad," Bre said softly. "Can you come home?"

"Why? What's wrong?" Elliot demanded, immediately alert.

"Lenore's really sick. She needs you..." Bre said, trailing off. "Please come home."

"I'll see what I can do," Elliot promised. "Hang tight, Kiddo."

"Dad you have to..." Bre said quickly before he hung up. "She might have overdosed...." She wasn't sure if you could even overdose on weed, but she knew that Lenore wasn't acting normal.

"She might've WHAT!?!?!" Elliot exclaimed into the phone. "Breanna Nicole! What the Hell have you two been doing!?"

Breanna held the phone from her ear. "Dad I'll explain when you get here. Please hurry."

"I'll be right there," Elliot said dryly. "And Breanna, just know your bottom is going to be extremely sore once I get to the bottom of all this!" He hung up, then went to inform his Captain just what was going on

Lenore groaned. "It's still spiniiiiiiiiiiiiiiing!"

Bre hung up the phone, shaking nervously. "Listen," she told her sis. "Just go with the story I tell dad okay? I'm going to tell him we got the brownies from a school friend..."

"O-kaaa-aaay!" Lenore replied in a slight singsong voice.

Breanna moved back to her sis. "Everything's gonna be okay, Lenore. Daddy's coming."

"Can he make everything stop spiniiiiiiiiiiiiiiing?"

"No, but, look at me..." Breanna moved in front of the couch and pulled her sister so that she was lying down slightly.

Lenore looked at her, her eyes large and dazed. "Hmm?"

"This helps me when things are spinning for me. Keep staring at me, and when you feel everything stop moving, try to close your eyes, and then if it starts spinning again, look at me again." It was a trick Bre always used to sleep when she was drunk (which had only happened like twice), so she figured maybe itÕd work for Lenore too

Lenore stared at her sister for a long while. "Sis? Are my eyeballs moving? I swear my eyeballs are moving! And are you sure my feet are still there?"

"Yes, they're still there, you're fine, I promise..." She wondered if Lenore would start feeling good now that she'd thrown up half of the brownies she'd eaten. "You're supposed to feel numb and giggly."

"So it's okay to laugh?" Lenore asked.

Bre giggled. "Of course, silly, that's the point."

Lenore smiled then. "My eyes are still sooo shaky, I swear it!" She giggled a little, not hearing the front door open and close. "And everything is purple!"

Elliot rushed to his youngest daughter. "Are you okay sweetie?" He asked, a look of concern on his face.

"Daddy! You're purple!" Lenore laughed, her eyes still glazed over. "Oooh. Everything's spinnin' again..........."

"Breanna Nicole, what did she have?" Elliot demanded to know. But before she had the chance to answer, he lifted the little girl up. "Come on, kiddo, let's get you to the hospital."

"Dad... I think she's fine... It was just weed..."

"Just weed?!?" He asked. "She's 10 years old for ChristÕs sakes! And you gave her weed?"

"Well I didn't mean to... I mean... I didn't know they were weed brownies..."

"Daddy! Daddy! My bum's gone! I don't feel it!" Lenore panicked slightly, before becoming distracted again. "Oooh. Pretty polka dot lights."

"Get in the car," he told Breanna. She did as told and he took his youngest as well.

Lenore continued to randomly freak out, and then be distracted by even more random things.

Elliot rushed them to the Hospital, and a Doctor looked at Lenore immediately.

Breanna told them how a school friend had given them the brownies, and they hadnÕt known there was anything in it until it was too late.

The Doctor assured Elliot that Lenore would be fine, and just needed to sleep it off. Once assured his baby would be Ok, Elliot drove them all back home, and put Lenore to bed. He sent Breanna to bed as well, deciding to deal with it all in the morning.

The next morning, Lenore awoke unsure of how she'd even gotten to bed, or as to why her head was pounding.

She groaned and rolled out of bed, wobbling a little bit. Once she was steady, she headed on downstairs and into the kitchen. "Daddy?" She said softly. "My head hurts."

Elliot was glad to see his little girl was okay, but still peeved with the two of them for whatever had gone on while heÕd been away. He pulled her in for a hug. "I'm sorry kiddo. Sit down for a minute."

Lenore blinked a moment in confusion, then took a seat at the kitchen table. "When did it become morning?"

"At midnight," he said, smiling. "What happened last night, baby?"

Lenore smiled back. "We made brownies! And Bre let me watch Ninja Turtles, and she watched them with me! Then...um.... we ate the brownies for dinner." She looked a little sheepish at that. "But they were sooo good, Daddy!"

"So you made the brownies huh?" He asked. "And they didn't smell or taste funny?"

Lenore cocked her head to the side. "I think they did a little. Bre said it was a special recipe." She shrugged innocently. "They tasted good."

"Bre said it was a special recipe huh?" He sighed loudly. "Ya know, kiddo, why don't I take you to grandma's for a little while... Get dressed..."

"Okay!" Lenore smiled. She loved going to Grandma's! She got up, but paused a moment. "Daddy? Why don't I remember anything after the brownies? "

He wasn't quite ready to have that conversation yet. "You got sick, Lenore. We'll talk about it later, okay?"

"Kay," Lenore shrugged. "Daddy? C'n I have some Tylenol for my head? Please?"

He gave her water instead. "You're probably just dehydrated."

Lenore sighed, and drank the water, then went back upstairs to get dressed for Grandma's.

She threw some jeans and a TMNT shirt on, then ran into her sister's room. "Bre! I'm going to Grandma's! Wanna come?"

Bre was sound asleep and groaned at her sister's chirpy voice. "Huh?"

"Daddy said he's gonna take me to Gramma's," Lenore repeated. "Do you wanna come? What happened last night? Daddy asked me what we did."

Bre's stomach churned. "WhatÕd you tell him?"

"That we made brownies, and watched Turtles, and ate 'em for dinner..." Lenore replied. "When did I fall asleep? Daddy said I was sick, but I don't remember bein' sick."

"Shit!" She exclaimed. "You weren't supposed to tell him *we* made the brownies!!!"

Lenore's eyes went wide. "I wasn't? But why not? What was I s'pose to tell him?"

"That we got Ôem from a friend. Shit. I'm in so much trouble." She began to pace the room. "The brownies had drugs in them..."

Lenore's jaw dropped open. "You gave me drugs?!"

"Shhhh! I didn't mean to... You asked and I couldn't tell you no... And it didn't hurt you really... You just had too much... And I was already high..."

Lenore looked hurt. "But I promised Daddy I'd never take any! You made me a liar!"

"How's that making you a liar... You didn't know you were taking them."

"But I still took them!" Lenore argued. "Why'd you hafta go an' drug them anyway?"

"Well I made them for myself... You're the one who wanted them"

"You know I like chocolate!" Lenore protested.

"Well... Whatever, itÕs over now. I'm sure I won't make any brownies ever again..."

"Good," Lenore said, as she eyed her sister's room. "I think you owe me. C'n I borrow some jewelry?"

Bre rolled her eyes. "No way!"

"But you got me high!" Lenore argued. "That's gotta count for something."

"Lenore, are you ready?" Elliot called out

"I'm gonna get my butt beat isn't that enough?"

"Coming, Daddy!" Lenore called back sweetly. She stood and went to her sister's dresser, grabbing up a necklace she liked. "Nope." She held the necklace up. "I'm borrowing this!"

Bre didn't really like the necklace much anyway so she said, "Fine, whatever. Wish me luck with dad..."

"Hmm....I don't know..." Lenore said, tapping a finger on her chin. She sighed and flashed Bre a small smile. "I will. But only 'cause you're my sister. And I love you.... even if you gave me drugs!"

Bre smiled back. "Thanks. And ps, you actually did kinda have fun hehe."

Lenore giggled. "I kinda remember purple stuff. I like purple!"

"Lenore!!!" Elliot called out again. "Let's go!"

Lenore snickered. "I like when we keep Daddy waiting..." She hugged her sister. "Good luck!"

"Thanks sis." Bre gulped as her sister left and she heard her dad pull out of the driveway. She chewed on her fingernail, staring at the ceiling. At least Lenore had given her the heads up that she'd talked to their dad. Now she wouldn't get caught lying to him.

Elliot headed home, after he'd dropped his youngest off. He'd had a feeling all along that Breanna had supplied the brownies, but was too worried about Lenore last night to press the issue. Now, though, he'd plenty of time to deal with the situation. He parked the car in the driveway and headed on inside. "BREANNA! GET DOWN HERE!"

Bre nervously trudged down the stairs, giving her dad a pathetic look. "Yes daddy?"

"That look isn't going to work Breanna Nicole Stabler!" Elliot stated. "Now, get into the living room and start explaining yourself, young lady!"

Breanna hung her head as she moved towards her father. "I'm sorry, Daddy."

"Sorry's not going to work this time, Kiddo," Elliot said gravely, shaking his head at her. He sat on the couch and looked up at her. "Do you care to explain to me, just why you thought it was okay to make weed brownies?"

Breanna winced. "I dunno," she muttered.

Elliot grabbed her and smacked her backside a few times, before letting her go again. "That is NOT an answer, Breanna Nicole!" He stated firmly. "What's worse, is you gave some of them brownies to your TEN-YEAR-OLD sister!!!! What were you thinking!?"

She sniffled. "I don't know, Daddy. I was high. I wasn't thinking at all. It was so stupid and I didn't mean to. It was really irresponsible." She was shivering now, finally realizing how much trouble she was in. She desperately wished that this were all a dream and that she'd wake up, because it seemed too horrible to be true. It *couldn't* be true! But it totally was. "I'm sorry."

"And do I even want to know where you got the weed to begin with?" Elliot demanded.

"No, sir, you don't," she said weakly.

"It wasn't that boyfriend of yours, was it?" Elliot questioned.

"No... it was his roommate...."

Elliot narrowed his eyes. "I want you to stay the Hell away from his place, until his roommate is gone."

"Yes, sir."

"I mean it, Breanna," Elliot insisted. "If I find out you've gone over there, and that jerk giving you the weed is still there, you won't be able to sit for a very long time."

"Yes, sir," Breanna said meekly. It wasn't often that she was so obedient and subdued, but this time she knew she'd crossed the line.

"What do you think I ought to do with you?" Elliot asked, wanting to hear her honest opinion of it all.

She squirmed. "I guess... you should... spank me..."

"Well, that is pretty much a given," Elliot replied. "What else?"

"I... don't... know..." she stammered. "I guess ground me?"

Elliot nodded. "You're grounded for a month. And from now on, until I feel I can trust you again, you're both staying with your Grandmother while I'm at work. And if she can't watch you, I will find someone else who can. You've lost my trust, Breanna. And I can't exactly leave your sister home alone either."

Breanna nodded. As much as the punishment pained her, and she hated the idea of being watched like a kid, she had to admit that she really did deserve it. She knew she'd done something uber bad. Now she just wished that he'd go ahead and get the spanking over with.

"Lower your pants, Breanna, "Elliot ordered. "And lie over my lap."

Body quivering, Bre tugged at her pj pants, letting them fall to her knees. A tear slipped down her cheek. "I'm really sorry, Daddy," she said softly and placed herself over his lap.

"Oh, you will be," Elliot assured her, as he swiftly removed her panties completely. "This is going to be a lesson you'll never forget." He then began to reign down hard spanks to her sit-spots and upper thighs.

Bre kicked and squirmed. "Oooowwwwww!" she yelped, trying to keep her hands in front of her and not reach back. "Daddyyyyy I'm sorryyyyyyyy!!!!"

"You're not to EVER bring drugs into this household again, young lady!" Elliot exclaimed, his hand still slapping her backside, covering it completely.

"Yes sirrrr!" Bre yelped, reaching her hand back to block the smacks.

Elliot deftly moved her hands, and smacked her upper thighs hard as he could.

"You do and this spanking I give you today, will seem like a walk in the park!"

"I won't Daddy I promiseeee," she howled, kicking now, wishing that this were over already.

Elliot gave her ten rapid-fire smacks to her sit-spots, before standing her on her feet. Once she was standing, he stood to remove his belt.

Bre's hands instantly flew to her bottom and she tried to rub the sting out. She winced upon seeing him begin to take his belt off, but said nothing.

"Hands on the couch, Breanna," Elliot instructed.

"Yes, sir," she said and placed her hands in front of her, tears spilling down her cheeks.

Elliot placed a hand on her back to hold her down, and then began licking her sit spots with his belt.

Bre squirmed and cried out with each swat. "Daaaaaddyyyyy I'm sorry!!" she howled, trying not to reach back because she certainly didn't want her hands to get swatted. "Pleaseeeeeeee!! I've learned my lesson!!"

"I'll decide when you have learned your lesson, Breanna Nicole," Elliot stated firmly, licking her upper thighs with his belt now.

She squealed so loudly she was sure the neighbors could hear her. This time she couldnÕt help but reach back. "Oooowwwww I'm sorry thoughhhhh!"

Move your hands," Elliot ordered.

Bre moved her hands away, fully crying by now. She hurt so much, and felt awful about what she'd done. She just wished that the spanking would be over and her dad would forgive her already.

Elliot gave her fifteen stinging licks with his belt. "Now, I want you to stand in the corner, until I call for you."

"Yes, sir," she said weakly, sniffling, wiping the tears away and hobbling to the corner. She planted her nose and rested her head against the wall, crying slightly and trying to regain herself.

Elliot sighed heavily, knowing he'd best give her a little bit of time to reflect before carrying out the last part of the punishment. After fifteen minutes, he decided to not delay it any longer. "Breanna," he spoke. "Come here."

Breanna sniffled once more, having calmed down a bit, and walked toward her dad.

"Now...." Elliot began, as he handed her a little pocket knife. "I need you to go cut me a switch from a tree in the backyard."

Bre shivered. "W-what?" she stammered, beginning to cry all over again.

"You are to cut a switch," Elliot repeated. "What you did today was beyond serious, and you need to be punished extra for it."

"But..." she began, still crying. She knew it was useless, though, to try to sway him otherwise. So she just took the knife and shuffled outside, finding a sufficient switch and bringing it to him.

Elliot took it from her, fixing it up a bit, then pocketed his knife. "Hands back on the couch, Breanna."

She did as she was told, although it was hard.

Elliot placed his hand on her back once more. "I will NOT have your bringing dangerous things into this house, Breanna Nicole! And you are to NEVER give your sister anything you know is dangerous or unapproved of by me!" He then began to switch his daughter's sit-spots and upper thighs swiftly.

"Ahhhh owwwww yesss sirrrrrr!!!" she howled, burying her face into the couch cushions. "I won't do it ever againnnnnnn!!!"

"You had better not or you won't be able to sit for an extremely long time, young lady!" Elliot remarked, lashing her harder. He gave her 20 in total, then tossed the switch aside.

Bre was totally broken after the spanking. Her body was racked with sobs and she fell to her knees, burying her face in her arms. She could say nothing, just cry.

Elliot gently picked her up and sat with her in his lap. He hugged her close to him tightly. "I love you, Breanna Nicole. I'd be devastated if anything were to ever happen to you or your sister."

"I- I knowww, D-daddy," she sobbed, latching on to him.

Elliot kissed the top of her head, as he rocked her. His girls were his world, and he spoke the truth when he said he'd be lost without either of them.

Story: Playing With Fire

Part of the Stabler Girls series.  Lenore feels bad that someone else got in trouble because of her actions, and confesses her crimes to her father.

Playing With Fire
by Breanna and Lenore

Lenore stood next to her best friend, Jenny, feeling bad, as they watched two boys get hauled off for 'starting a fire'. Though, really, the boys hadn't. She wanted to come clean and admit it was her and Jenny who had done it.... But...Jenny had threatened not to be her best friend anymore if she tattled. Now, she was stuck with the dilemma.

Besides, she was scared. They hadn't meant to set the leaves and grass on fire. Only the small pile of leaves in the dirt was supposed to catch flame.

She went home that night, still not feeling so great. She even disappeared to her room early and went straight to bed. She was trying to feel better; her stomach was in knots.

Two days later, and her stomach was still the same as it'd been that first day. For the past two days, she'd been begging Jenny to go with her to the office and confess. She told her friend how this secret was eating her alive, and just how horrible she felt - but Jenny didn't care. Jenny didn't want to be in trouble. Jenny said it was just an accident and those boys were only suspended for a week, so it was no big deal.

But, to Lenore, it was a big deal. And she knew to her father it'd be an extremely big deal, which just made her feel even worse.

Finally, she made a decision she knew that Jenny - and her bottom - was going to hate her for.

Lenore nervously made her way into the living room, late that night, though she was supposed to be in bed. Her father sat on the couch watching T.V. while going over case files.

She took a deep breath, and finally spoke. "Daddy...." She said softly, as she wrung her hands nervously.

Elliot jumped slightly, having been startled by his little one, standing there in her nightgown, looking like she'd stolen the cookie out of the cookie jar. "Hey, sweetie, why aren't you in bed?"

"I can't sleep," Lenore whispered.

He raised his eyebrows, turning off the TV and turning toward her. "What's up, kiddo?" he asked, pulling her in and sitting her on his lap.

Lenore snuggled into him, trying to work up her courage. She'd made it this far... She swallowed hard as she felt tears fill her eyes. "My tummy's not happy..."

"Go on, baby girl."

Lenore started to cry then. "Daddy, you're gonna be sooooooooooooo mad at me!"

He kissed her forehead then turned her around to face him, looking her in the eyes. "What's wrong, Lenore? What happened?" he asked softly, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear.

"Jenny said not to tell anybody...but I can't keep quiet no more! I feel too bad!" Lenore blubbered. "I didn't mean to do it Daddy! I didn't know it could happen so fast! I didn't mean for somebody else to get in trouble for it! But Jenny said she wouldn't be my best friend anymore if I told anyone what we'd done!"

Elliot tried to make since of what his daughter had just said... but she still hadn't answered his question. He was started to get really worried actually. "Lenore? Please just tell me what it is..."

Lenore wiped at her eyes, unable to stop her tears. "We started that fire in the school yard! Not them boys!" She sobbed. "I didn't know if we caught the leaves on fire, that everything else would catch fire too! Jenny said it wouldn't! And then we ran and let them boysÕ get in trouble for it. But they didn't do it! Jenny wouldn't let me tell!"

Elliot took a deep breath in, soaking in this newfound information. "You... caused the big fire?" He asked softly. "How?"

"Jenny brought her sister's lighter to school," Lenore explained, amidst her tears. "We made a little pile of leaves in the dirt by the tree...I killed my favourite tree!"

"Lenore... baby... why on earth would you play with fire like that?"

"Jenny said we could get the lighter started, I said we couldn't," Lenore continued, sniffling. "Jenny said we could control it and it wouldn't get big. Jenny seemed to know everything about fire, so I thought it was gonna be okay."

"Young Lady... why are you listening to Jenny about fires when you have heard from plenty of adults the dangers of playing with lighters or matches? Doesn't Smokey the bear come visit you?"

"She's my best friend," Lenore said plainly. "Well, she was... She's gonna hate me for telling. But Daddy, I HAD to tell you! I feel so awful!"

"And now you're going to have to tell your teacher," he said. "Those poor boys got in trouble for something *you* did. And don't you know exactly how it feels to get blamed for someone else's naughty behavior?"

"Yes," Lenore choked out softly. "That's why I wanted to tell you. I didn't mean for them to get into trouble, Daddy.... Just.... I wanted to keep Jenny as my friend..."

He sighed. "You do realize you're getting a spanking for this, right?"

Lenore nodded, as she snuggled into him, hiding her face in his chest. "Yesss... But I had to tell you... I'm sorryyy..."

He patted her back for a moment, letting her compose herself.

Lenore finally managed to calm herself a little bit, though she stayed snuggled into his chest.

"I'm sorry, Daddy..."

"I know you are, sweetie. Let's get your spanking over with."

"But I already feel awful," Lenore protested slightly.

"I know. This will help take some of the guilt away," he said, pulling her away and pushing her hair out of her eyes. "Come on, kiddo, over my lap."

"It's gonna be a big one, isn't it?" Lenore asked softly, her lower lip trembling dangerously, as her eyes re-filled with tears.

She squirmed a little.

"Yes, baby, it is," he said, easing her toward him and patting his lap for her to go over.

Lenore closed her eyes a moment, as she took a deep breath. She then managed to lie over his lap. "I'm sorry," she managed to squeak out as her voice cracked.

"I know," he repeated and began to reign down smacks over her nightgown. He covered her entire backside with medium force and began to lecture. "Young Lady, you know better than to play with fire, don't you?"

"Yesss!" Lenore sobbed, as she squirmed over his lap.

"And to allow someone else to take the blame is simply unacceptable. If Jenny isn't going to do the right thing, then you need to step up and be the bigger person, whether you lose a friend or not." He continued the spanking, now lifting her nightgown up to deliver some swats over her panties.

Lenore wailed loudly, as she clutched tightly to his pant legs. "I'm sorryyy!"

He gave her a few smacks on the sit spots then pulled her panties down. "And you know how I feel about dishonesty, Lenore. You should be ashamed of yourself for your behavior."

Lenore could feel her stomach knot at that. She'd tried her hardest to be honest, but the threat of losing her best friend had stalled it.

Elliot started the spanking back up giving her harder swats this time. "So what will you do if Jenny tries to get you to play with fire again?" he asked.

"I woooon't!" Lenore shrieked, her hands flying back.

Elliot nonchalantly grabbed her wrists and pinned her hands down. "You better not," he said. "And what are you going to do if Jenny tries to get you to be dishonest again?"

"I won't be!" Lenore cried.

He spanked her now bright pink bottom now, covering each of her cheeks and sit spots, keeping a firm grip on her so she wouldn't move so much. "I'm very disappointed in your behavior, Young Lady," he said.

"I'm sorryyy, Daddyyyyy!"

He stopped for a moment and lifted her up. "Go get the ruler please," he told her.

"Noooooooo!" Lenore whined, as she did a little spanking dance, her hands on her bottom.

Elliot gave her a look to show her that he was serious. "Lenore," he said firmly. "The ruler."

"But it's broken," Lenore cried. "I-I broke it on a wall yes-yesterday..."

Elliot sighed.

"I'm sorry...I got angry...." Lenore admitted through her tears.

"Okay. Get the wooden hairbrush then."

Lenore whimpered as she did as she was told. She began to cry though, upon returning with it.

"All right, kiddo, 10 swats." He helped her back over his lap. "I hope that this is a lesson for you, Lenore."

Lenore buried her face into the couch cushion and placed her hands behind her. "Hold them, please, Daddy...." She sobbed.

"Of course," he said, taking them in his hands. He lifted the brush then and gave her the first swat in the middle of her bottom, then reigned down the next, giving her a break after five hard swats.

Lenore lie over his lap, sobbing her little heart out. "No mooooooooooore!" She pleaded.

"Halfway finished," he told her, giving her the last five in a quick motion, then sitting the brush down and scooping her into his arms. "All over now baby," he said gently and rocked her back and forth.

Lenore clung to him tightly as she sobbed into his chest. Playing with fire was definitely NOT worth this at all.

Story: Framed

Part of the Stabler Girls series.  Lenore gets accused of cheating on a test, and then her dad finds out that Bre forged his signature.  I know two people who won't be sitting comfortably at dinner.

Framed
by Breanna and Lenore

Lenore sat looking confused, staring at her math test. She'd gotten a 96% on it - her best ever yet! But when Ms. Delphane had placed it on her desk, she hadn't looked too happy about it. "I wonder why she wants Molly and I to stay in at recess?" She pondered, as she heard the school bell ring and watched everyone but herself and Molly hurry out.

She looked back down at her test, smiling a little. She was proud of herself.

Ms. Delphane came toward the girls and folded her arms, sitting on top of the desk in front of Lenore and Molly. "Do either of you girls have something to tell me?" she asked sternly, eyeing Lenore, sure that she had been the one who had cheated.

"About what?" Lenore asked, still not sure of what was going on.

"No, I don't," Molly answered sweetly.

"I just find it very coincidental that the two of you missed the exact same answers on the test," Ms. Delphane said.

Molly's jaw dropped open in feigned surprise. "She copied me!?"

Lenore's eyes went wide. "No, I did not!"

"Lenore, I think it's about time that I have a conference with your father. First, your sassiness, and now you're cheating?" She walked toward her filing cabinet and took out Lenore's file. "I'm also going to change where you're sitting."

Lenore's jaw practically hit the floor. "Why am I in trouble? I didn't cheat! I swear it!" She exclaimed. "And you can't move me, Ms. Delphane! Jenny will be by herself then!"

"I think you should move her to a corner by herself, so she can't cheat off anyone else," Molly said a little haughtily.

"I think that the corner desk is a great spot for Lenore. Molly, you are dismissed for recess. Just be sure to cover your answers better next time." Ms. Delphane pulled out Lenore's information from the file with her Dad's work number on it. "You, Young Lady, can move to your new desk and lay your head down until recess is over."

Molly practically skipped out of the room, satisfied with her handy work.

"Why are you believing her over me!?" Lenore demanded. "I didn't do anything wrong! I studied hard for this test! I even had my sister help me!"

"Quiet," she said as she dialed Elliot's phone number.

Lenore did her best not to cry, as she began to move her things to her new designated desk.

"Yes, Mr. Stabler; this is Judy Delphane from Pinecourt Elementary... Lenore's teacher. Seems as if we have an issue and I would like to request a conference with you this afternoon regarding her behavior."

Elliot sighed, "Yes, I'll be there," he said, wondering what trouble his youngest had gotten herself into this time.

Lenore felt worried about all this, as she finished moving her things and sat with her head buried in her arms.

As the conversation ended between Ms. Delphane and Elliot, Lenore's teacher replaced the folder of information and graded papers. She was frustrated with the child; especially after all of the issues they'd had previous to this one specific incident.

The bell rang and the other kids came filing back in; they all eyed Lenore curiously, especially Jenny.

Lenore remained with her head down on her desk, crying softly, until the final bell had eventually rung and everyone left to go home - everyone, but her.

Elliot arrived right on time, pushing the door open to see Lenore at an isolated desk, while her teacher organized the desk. "Ms. Delphane?" he asked. "Elliot Stabler," he introduced, thrusting his hand out to shake hers.

"Nice to meet you. Have a seat," she said, offering one of the small chairs to him.

Lenore dared to glance up briefly, her face tear-stained and her eyes still full of tears. She hoped beyond on all hope that her Daddy would believe she hadn't cheated. He'd taught her better than that.

"What seems to be the problem?" Elliot asked, sitting down across from the 5th grade teacher.

"Mr. Stabler, to be honest, I've had quite a few problems with Lenore in the last few weeks. I understand it must be difficult for her, being raised by a single father and especially after all that you all have been through, but she definitely has a problem with a smart mouth. She's also been talking a lot during class. But all of these things I don't mind explaining to you in a note, as I did a couple of weeks ago. And frankly, she did get better..."

"Wait," he said, cutting her off. "Did you say that you explained these things to me in a note?"

Lenore's eyes went wide, and she shrunk down in her seat a little more than before. Oh, crap. What luck. The teacher had snitched about the note he supposedly had seen.

Ms. Delphane blinked, somewhat confused. "Yes, the note I sent you a few weeks ago that you signed... Lenore brought it back to me saying that you had spanked her?" She pulled the note out of Lenore's file and showed it to Elliot. He was shocked as he read it, then saw his signature at the bottom, only it wasn't his signature, but he could bet whose it was. "Sorry, continue," he urged the teacher, handing her the note back.

Ms. Delphane continued, explaining to Elliot that Lenore and another student had matching answers on a math test, and since Lenore's scores were not usually so high, and she had quite the reputation for bad behavior, it could be assumed that she had indeed cheated on the exam. Elliot was unimpressed. "I'm very sorry for this," he said. "I assure you that it will be taken care of."

"I didn't cheat!" Lenore dared to protest. "I studied hard for that test! Ask my sister!"

"Your sister, like you, has a problem with honesty. You close your mouth and wait until we get home before we can talk about it."

Ms. Delphane smirked slightly. "Don't worry, Mr. Stabler. I am sure that you will handle it appropriately." She stood up now, shaking his hand and ushering them both out of the door. Elliot tried to keep his anger at bay as he walked out to the car with his daughter.

Lenore trudged along quietly behind him, before slipping into the car. She didn't always lie, and he was acting as though she did. The note thing had been a fluke, and he was supposed to never know about it. She'd been on her best behaviour ever since - until now.

"I don't even have words to express the disappointment I feel toward you right now," Elliot said.

"I didn't cheat," Lenore replied, wiping the tears from her eyes. "I may be lotsa things, Daddy, but I am not a cheater."

"How about you try telling the truth for once, Lenore? And when were you going to tell me about the note that your sister forged?"

"I am telling you the truth!" Lenore insisted. "And I've been on my best behaviour ever since then!"

"Do you honestly expect me to believe you after you misbehaved in class, neglected to show me the note that your teacher had sent home, and then had your sister forge for you? This will all be much easier on you if you stop telling stories," he growled.

"I didn't ask her to sign it - all I did was tell her I was scared to tell you!" Lenore replied. "And Bre said to tell the teacher I'd been spanked - which I had been, only she didn't know it was for listening to Eminem! " She paused a moment. "I'm not telling you stories. I worked hard to get that score on my test! I wanted you to be proud of me for my math, for once!"

"We'll discuss it further when we get home," he said. "But right now, I can't bring myself to believe a word of what you're saying." Elliot said nothing more, just continued driving.

Lenore scowled, crossing her arms over her chest as she slouched down in her seat. She was more upset, than she was angry. They were supposed to be celebrating the fact she got a 96% on her test, not debating whether or not she'd cheated - which she had not! Soon as they arrived home, she got out of the car, slamming its door behind her. She stormed on into the house, and slammed that door behind her too - almost right in his face.

Elliot groaned and opened the door. "Go to your room," he told her. "I will be in there shortly."

Lenore cast him a cold stare, then stomped on up to her room, slamming her bedroom door as well.

She tossed her knapsack down onto the floor, then flopped down onto her bed face first. She lie there a moment, then began throwing a brief tantrum, screaming into her pillow as she pound her fists down onto the bed and kicked her feet. She was super frustrated beyond belief!

Elliot, meanwhile, sat in the living room; head leaned back, trying to make sense of what all had happened. He was upset with his daughters for lying to him and especially upset about Breanna forging his signature. But what hurt him even more was that Lenore would lie about cheating, and continue to lie even though they had, had the talk about lying a countless number of times. He knew what he had to do. Sighing loudly, he climbed the stairs to his youngest's room. He gave a slight knock on the door, and pushed it open. "Are you ready to tell the truth now?

Lenore looked right into his eyes. "I AM telling you the truth, Daddy. I KNOW what lying gets me! I haven't lied about anything since the Eminem stuff. I haven't even lied about brushing my teeth!"

"It just doesn't make sense," he concluded. "You've been misbehaving a lot lately, then today I find out about the note, and your teacher seems to be convinced that you've cheated due to your behavior in class... and because you rarely do so well on math tests... I'm very disappointed... and there's no way I can believe you."

Lenore's face clouded over as she felt her heart break. "She doesn't believe me 'cause Molly's good in math. Daddy, I swear I didn't cheat! This math was easier, and I studied really, really hard!" Her eyes filled with unwanted tears, which she brushed away in frustration. "You keep telling me if I study hard I can do better, and now that I've done better, nobody believes I did it on my own. That's not fair. Why should I bother trying, if you're not going to believe that I really did try and did it on my own?"

His heart broke slightly, but he maintained a firm demeanor. "I don't believe you, Lenore," he said simply. But it was obvious she wasn't going to crack. "You're getting a spanking."

Lenore started to cry more then. "But I didn't cheat!" She cried. "I don't care if you spank me for the note! I know that was wrong. But I don't wanna be spanked for something I didn't do! Daddy, it's not fair! I didn't do anything wrong this time...Why can't you believe me? I'm your daughter! Doesn't that count for anything!?"

"I'm sorry, Lenore, but you've broken my trust, and right now I can't trust you." Being a cop and all, making sense of evidence was part of his job. And putting together the evidence of this case, he knew his daughter was lying. He pulled out the chair from her desk and sat down. "Come here."

"No," Lenore replied firmly, backing away from him. "I didn't cheat! I was framed!"

Elliot quickly stood, taking her by the arm and delivering a few swats to her clothed bottom. "When I tell you to do something, Young Lady, you are to obey. I am your father and you will respect me." He sat back down and ordered her over again. "Now get over here."

Lenore sobbed, rubbing her bottom. "You're gonna hafta spank me 'till I'm black an' blue 'cause I'm NOT getting spanked for cheating! I didn't cheat!"

"Fine, have it the hard way," he said, reaching over to her and pulling her toward him. He forcefully pulled her pants and panties down, then pulled her over his lap. He began the spanking harder than normal, his large hand covering her tiny bum at a fast pace.

Lenore shrieked and struggled with all her might to get away. She did everything she could think of, finally leaning down to bite his leg hard as she could.

The bite didn't phase Elliot much... after all, he received harder blows every day at work. Instead of saying anything to the young girl, he spanked her harder, hitting the sit spots now. "Lenore Edna! I am very disappointed in this behavior and this tantrum you're throwing! If you would just tell the truth, this would be easier on both of us!"

"I AM!" Lenore wailed, still trying to get away. "I'M TELLING YOU THE TRUTH!"

He stopped spanking for a moment. "If you think for a moment that I believe this bull that you're telling me, then you will be over my knee a long time." He continued up the spanking, noting that her bottom was now bright red.

Lenore was sobbing hard, but refused to change her story for anything. She was telling him the truth, dammit! "Daddy, I'm NOT lying! Please! I'm NOT!"

He picked up the hairbrush, ears deaf to her pleas. He now reigned down the swats with the wooden implement at medium force, knowing that this would help her break.

Lenore wailed loudly, her hands flying back to protect her bottom. Part of her was more upset at not being believed, than it was for being spanked. "I'm no-ot ly-iiiing!"

Elliot grabbed her hands. "Baby girl, cheating is wrong, and so is allowing your sister to forge something. And this is what happens when you're dishonest -- you get a good spanking. And I'm determined to continue this spanking until you have learned your lesson."

"I'm sorry!" Lenore sobbed. "I'm sorry for getting Bre to sign my note!"

"And cheating?" he asked, giving her a few more swats.

"No!" Lenore exclaimed midst her sobs. "But I'm sorry I'm so awful you won't believe me!"

He sighed and gave her reddened bottom a few more swats before lifting her up. He marched her to the corner. "You may stand right there until I tell you otherwise. No rubbing."

He then went to the bathroom and grabbed a bar of soap, rinsing it off and bringing it back to Lenore's room. "Okay, come here," he said.

Lenore's body was wracked with sobs as she slowly made her way back over to him. She'd never felt so awful in her young life.

"Open," he told her, practically shoving the soap in her mouth, scrubbing her tongue and cheeks, then finally sticking it in there. "That is for lying and swearing. You know better than this, Lenore Edna." He gave her a final swat to the bottom and sent her back to the corner.

Lenore stood in the corner, crying and gagging a little bit. She refused to tell him what he wanted to hear - if she did, then she'd really be lying.

Elliot let her stand there for ten minutes, then beckoned her forth. He held out his hand for the soap. "You may rinse, and pull your pants back up. When Breanna gets here, I'll have a talk with her. But I want you to do your homework, take your bath, eat dinner, then bed, understood?"

Lenore nodded, silent except for her whimpers and crying. She didn't dare look at him. She quietly eased her panties back up and went into the bathroom to rinse. She refused to talk to him at all. If he wasn't going to believe a word she said, why should she bother saying words at all?

Elliot sighed again and went back downstairs to wait for his oldest daughter's arrival. She had softball practice, but would be home soon.

Lenore dared to pick up the phone and dial her sister's cell phone number, wanting to warn her. She cried softly, as she listened to it ring.

Breanna was just getting out of practice when she received a call from home. In a chirpy voice, she answered, "Hello?"

Bre," Lenore wailed softly. "I-I just wanted to-to tell you....you're butt's gonna-gonna be toast. He-He knows 'bout that note..."

Bre blinked. "What note? What's wrong? What happened?" she demanded to know.

"Molly said I copied her math test...an' the teacher believed her, 'cause math's not my best subject..." Lenore cried. "I tried to tell them I didn't. That you helped me study for it...But she called Daddy, and told him about that note you signed...And Daddy spanked me for something I didn't even do!" She broke down into sobs again.

"Calm down sis," she said in a soothing voice. "It's going to be okay, Lenore. I'll tell Dad that I helped you study. And he'll believe you. I promise." Breanna had a way with words, especially when it came to her father.

"I told him you helped me," Lenore hiccuped. "An' he said you'd a problem with lying too."

Bre tried not to laugh at that statement. "Kid sis, don't worry. Get some rest. I'll be home soon and take care of it."

"O-Okay...." Lenore managed to choke out. "Just - just don't make him angrier...."

"Well, if he is, it'll be toward me, but that's nothing you have to worry about. But look, I have to go... Will talk to you soon." She clicked off her phone and found Chris -- her dad had been a lot nicer lately with letting her hang out with her 19-year-old boyfriend. She explained the situation to him and that she needed to get home fast to help her little sis.

Lenore hung up the phone, and buried her face into Mr. Stuffles. There was no way homework would get done - she was much too upset.

Bre finally arrived home to find her dad waiting for her on the couch. She wasn't sure what to say to him, because she didn't want to get her sis in trouble for having called her, so she just stood there. "Hey, Dad."

"Hey, we need to talk," Elliot replied, eyeing her warily.

"What's up?" she asked, trying to remain unsuspicious

"Your sister got herself into some trouble at school today," Elliot told her. "I won't go into details, but it was brought to my attention that a note of hers had my forged signature on it. Care to explain?"

"All right. I'll admit. I signed it. But she had nothing to do with it really. She just told me that she had gotten into trouble at school and I asked to see the note and signed it for her... it really wasn't her fault," she said, heart racing. She tried to maintain the look of a brave little soldier when in fact on the inside she was nervous as hell.

"You're lucky that's all you forged Breanna!" Elliot stated. "Forging things is against the law. And helping your sister stay out of trouble like that is against the rules of this house. How is she supposed to learn, if you keep covering for her?"

She squirmed. "She was scared of you, Dad. She was scared because you had yelled at her and spanked her really hard for something as small as listening to the wrong C.D. And she was terrified and crying when I saw her. I had to help her out. She thinks you're a monster sometimes. It was the only way to protect her."

Elliot ignored the pang of guilt that flashed through him upon hearing those words. "I'm not a monster. Believe me, if you want monsters I can show you girls the ones that get brought into the station daily." He shook his head. "And that's still no excuse! You're supposed to be setting an example for her!"

"I always set a good example for my little sister. Maybe you're the one who should be setting a better example. You should listen to her sometimes... she has some interesting things to say... and then maybe she wouldn't be too scared to give you a note when it's sent home."

"Don't you be telling me how to parent you two!" Elliot snapped. "I'm your father and I know what's best!"

"Whatever," Breanna said. "You're going to lose us both if you don't stop being such a douche."

"Get your butt upstairs to your room!" Elliot ordered. "I'll be up to deal with you soon."

Breanna rolled her eyes and stormed upstairs, throwing a similar tantrum to her younger sister's. Except she knew this time that she really *did* deserve a spanking.

Lenore was lying on her side on her bed, when she heard someone coming upstairs. "Bre?" She called out hopefully. She needed her sister. She was a mess! She hadn't moved from her bed since she'd gotten off the phone. Her hair was stuck to her face, which was caked with tears. Her nose was running some, and her eyes were blood shot from all the crying sheÕd been doing.

Bre made a detour to Lenore's room and lay on the bed next to her, throwing an arm over her shoulder. "Awww, sis," she said, hugging her tightly. "I'm going to make sure Dad knows what an asshole he's being."

Lenore buried her face into her sister, as she started to cry all over again. "Daddy doesn't love me anymore," she cried. "I'm never going to be his little Princess ever again. I'm too awful to have that title."

"That's not true, Lenore," Bre said. "Don't say that. You're not awful. He's just PMSing. Shhhh, don't cry. It's going to be okay I promise."

"He was s'pose to be proud of me today, not angry!" Lenore sobbed. "I worked so hard! And all for nothing!"

"He will be. We'll show him that you studied. I promise."

"But how?" Lenore wanted to know. "He won't listen to me. He believed the stupid teacher who believed stupid Molly."

Bre wasn't sure how they could get him to believe that the grade really was Lenore's. "I'll think of something. I always do."

Lenore clung tightly to her sister, neither of them hearing Elliot come up the stairs, nor aware of the fact he was currently eavesdropping.

"I hope so," Lenore whimpered. "I don't care that I got spanked for that note...But it hurts inside that Daddy wouldn't believe me about the cheating. I don't cheat."

"I know you don't," Bre said, supporting her sister.

"If he won't believe anything I say, then I just won't say anything anymore..." Lenore concluded. "Why bother? You an' Jenny are the only ones who listen anyway."

"That's what me and Jenny are here for," Bre concluded. She kissed her sister on the forehead. "I'll always believe you, squirt," she said. She then took a deep breath in. "I should probably go to my room before Dad catches me in here and gives me double. But don't worry, sis, k?"

"Kay," Lenore sniffled. "I love you, Bre.... YouÕre the greatest sister ever."

"Love you too, kid," she said and pushed herself up, opening the door to Lenore's room to see her father outside. "Uh-oh..."

Lenore's eyes went wide, as they filled with tears once more.

"Let's talk," Elliot said, having calmed down substantially since the whole incident occurred. Breanna moved away and sat down on the bed next to Lenore, scooting close to her. "About what?" she snapped with an attitude. "No need to get sharp, Young Lady," he said firmly. "I heard you two talking about this cheating incident. I'm ready to listen."

Lenore leaned closer to her sister; still making sure her bottom didn't touch her bed. Mr. Stuffles was still wrapped tightly in her arms as well. She wasn't in the mood to talk anymore. She'd tried talking, and had been spanked.

Breanna took Lenore's silence as her cue to tell the story. "Lenore didn't cheat. We sat up and studied for the math test for hours the other night. We didn't tell you because she wanted it to be a surprise. She wanted to make you proud. But I really and honestly did help her study. And Lenore is better than cheating. She would never do that."

Lenore pouted, giving their father a sad and very hurt look.

Elliot sighed. "Breanna, I want to believe you guys, but given the evidence, it's really hard." Bre retaliated. "Fine. It was last Wednesday night. That's my night to watch Real World. But instead I came upstairs early. Remember? I always hog the TV on Wednesday nights, but not last Wednesday."

Elliot racked his brain to remember the last Wednesday night. He had found it quite curious that Breanna hadn't been downstairs all evening. That, plus the fact that even a spanking hadn't convinced Lenore to tell the "truth" was almost enough to make him sick. Maybe his baby girl had been telling the truth the whole time.

"I even asked you if I could stay up a little later for homework," Lenore finally whispered. "I wanted to study long as I could."

Elliot sighed. "You're right," he said. "I remember." He pulled out the chair to Lenore's desk again and sat down across from the girls. "So you didn't cheat on that test, Lenore?

"No," Lenore answered, her voice cracking some. She hugged her teddy bear tighter. "I like fractions. Fractions are easy."

Elliot felt awful. It was all making sense now. He couldn't believe that he'd ever doubted his baby girl. "Oh, Lenore," he said. "I'm so sorry I didn't believe you." He held out his arms, requesting a hug.

Lenore's lower lip trembled a little as she eyed him warily. She wasn't so sure it was safe.

Bre gave her sister a push toward their father. He was trying to make peace, better to establish it before he got cranky again.

Lenore finally moved, crawling into his lap and clinging to him tightly, as she began to cry yet again.

He held onto her. "I'm so sorry," he repeated. "I'll go up there tomorrow and tell the teacher that you didn't cheat, and have her move you back to your old seat."

"She won't believe you," Lenore whimpered. "Molly's the teacherÕs pet."

"Oh, she will believe me." Elliot had a good plan on how to get Molly to fess up to what she'd done. "For now, I need to take care of Breanna." He kissed Lenore on the top of the head. "Love you, baby girl."

"Love you, Daddy," Lenore whispered a moment later.

Breanna nervously stood up, not looking forward to this part of her punishment. She chewed on her lower lip, waiting for her dad, who was easing Lenore out of his lap.

Lenore crawled back onto her bed, feeling a little better now. She knew she could count on her sister to make things right. She always did.

Elliot stood. "C'mon Breanna," he insisted. "Let's go to your room for our talk."

Breanna nodded, subdued, and followed her dad into her own room. "Before we get started," she began, "I want to apologize."

"Go on," Elliot encouraged.

"I'm sorry for forging the signature and setting a bad example for my little sister. And I'm sorry for calling you mean names, but I knew what had happened with Lenore and the cheating thing, and I was trying to help you see that you weren't being fair. I'm sorry, though."

"I'll forgive you for today's actions," Elliot replied. "Only because you were right. And I do accept your full apology, but you're still going to be spanked for the note incident."

Breanna nodded. "I understand, Daddy," she said softly, looking at the ground.

"Fetch me your brush, Breanna," Elliot told her. "Then come here."

Bre couldn't help but whine, but did as her father had said and brought him back her wooden hairbrush, quivering slightly as she handed it to him.

"I'm disappointed you helped your sister to be dishonest," Elliot lectured, as he lowered her pants, then panties. "Over my lap, Kiddo."

Breanna wiped a tear away as she placed herself over her father's lap. "I'm sorry, Daddy."

"I know you are, but that still doesn't make it right," Elliot replied, smacking her bottom with his bare hand for a bit.

Breanna winced and squirmed at each hard swat, trying not to kick, not unable to help it. "Owwww, Daaaddd," she yelped.

You're not going to help your sister commit crimes, young lady," Elliot stated, firmly spanking her sit-spots. "I won't allow it."

"Yes, s-sirrrr," she cried.

Elliot spanked her with his hand until her bottom became slightly red, then he picked up her hairbrush. "You're not to do it ever again, you hear me? You need to set examples for her, and show her right from wrong. She's still very young and impressionable, thanks to her naivety."

"I promise I'll be gooooooood!!" Bre promised, kicking her legs up and hands threatening to reach back. She balled them into fists in an effort to keep them in front of her. "Oooowwwwww Daddyyyyy I'm sorryyyy!!"

Elliot reigned the hardest of smacks down upon her sit-spots, before tossing the brush aside and standing her on her feet.

Breanna rubbed her bottom, tears streaming down her face. "I'm s-sorry, D-daddy-y," she stammered, sniffling. She desperately hoped it was over.

"You're to spend some time in the corner, no rubbing, hands on your head," Elliot instructed. "I'll call you when dinner's ready." He stood, leading her to the corner and kissing her head.

Breanna stood there sniffling, wishing she could rub the sting out, but not daring to reach back.

Lenore heard her father in the hallway, and called out to him softly. "Daddy?"

"Yes sweetie?"

Lenore poked her head out of her room; Mr. Stuffles still hugged tightly to her chest. "Am I still in lotsa trouble?"

"No, princess, you're not," he said, pulling her in for a hug. "And tomorrow we will fix this, okay?"

Lenore hugged him tightly. "Kay.... I hope Molly gets her bum-spanked good. She's not very nice."

"Yeah, that really wasn't fair of her to put the blame on you like that," he said. He kissed her forehead. "Get your homework finished. We'll be eating soon."

Lenore sighed heavily. "Okay...."

The next morning, Lenore walked into her classroom early, with her father at her side. She was holding his hand, as she was a little nervous about all of this.

She shrunk a little as Ms. Delphane eyed her warily.

Elliot was dressed in his police uniform, tall and scary in the eyes of the fifth graders. He had a word with Ms. Delphane about the incident, assuring her that Lenore had indeed not cheated on the exam. To further prove his point, he asked if he could speak with the class. Standing in the front of the room, he looked amongst the students.

"Good morning everyone. I'm Detective Stabler. I'm here to talk to you all about the importance of honesty." He stared pointedly at Molly, then looked around at the other kids in the classroom. "Honesty is very important. If you're not honest, people wonÕt believe you if and when you call for help. Or, you could end up in a situation, where you're framed, and end up in detention or even jail for a crime you didn't commit. I've seen a few innocent people go to jail, because someone lied about who had committed the crime and blamed someone else."

Molly squirmed in her seat a little bit; unaware Lenore was watching her intently.

"And blaming someone else for your misdeeds is wrong as well," Elliot continued. "You all need to learn the importance of taking responsibility for your own wrong doings. Nobody's perfect, everyone makes mistakes sometimes," he told them, eyeing his little girl briefly as he thought of the mistake he'd made just last night. "But at least if you come clean, you can be forgiven and not have to live with the guilt of getting someone else in trouble."

"I DID IT!" Molly suddenly screeched. "I DID IT! I CHEATED!"

Lenore smiled in relief, as she squirmed in her seat a little. Finally. Molly had finally cracked.

"I did it!" Molly cried, placing her head in her hands.

Ms. Delphane was shocked at Molly's outburst. "You... cheated?" she asked.

"Yes," Molly confessed midst her sobs. "I don't get fractions. I don't understand."

Lenore looked at her father smiling. He'd done it; he'd caught the liar!

Ms. Delphane shook her head. "Molly Simmons!" She yelled. "I cannot believe you let Lenore take the blame for all of that! That will get you sent to the office, and hopefully paddled!"

Molly blanched. "But Lenore never got sent to the office!" She exclaimed. She'd never been paddled. She was a spoiled little brown-noser.

"Lenore didn't lie like you did!" Ms. Delphane quickly wrote up a referral and called the office, requesting that someone take the child out of her classroom. She then apologized to Elliot and Lenore, offering Lenore her old seat back. Elliot smiled, told his little girl goodbye, and waved to the children.

Molly sobbed the whole way to the office.

Lenore grinned and happily moved back to her old desk, hugging Jenny tight. She was glad to be back where she belonged - next to her best friend.

Story: The Eminem Concert

Part of The Stabler Girls series.  Breanna and Lenore go to the Eminem concert without permission, and almost anything bad that could happen, did.  Their father isn't too happy when he gets ahold of them...

The Eminem Concert
by Breanna and Lenore

Ten-year-old Lenore was in her room, singing along to the CD her sister had gotten for her. "They tried to shut me down on MTV But it feels so empty without me So, come on dip, bum on your lips Jump back, jiggle the hip and wiggle a bit And get ready ‘cause this is about to get heavy I just settled all my lawsuits, 'Fuck you Debbie'!" She was jumping around on her bed as she sang along.

Elliott was headed toward his youngest daughter's room. He’d been shouting at her to come to dinner for the last 10 minutes but no response, which he soon realized why as he pushed the door open to be greeted by the f-bomb. Infuriated, he hit the off button on Lenore’s CD player. "Where on earth did you get this trashy music from?" He wanted to know.

Lenore stumbled slightly, as she stopped jumping on the bed. "Um.... around..." She replied vaguely. She stood there looking like a deer caught in headlights.

He ejected the CD. "You won't be needing this anymore," he said firmly, stooping down to her level. "This is pure trash, Lenore, and I won't have it in my house. Do you understand?"

"But Daddy," Lenore protested. "It's just some music...Everyone's singing it."

He shook his head, and began to name off a list of people who weren't singing Eminem, but then stopped noticing Lenore’s boredom with the list. "This music is no good. It's violent and distasteful and not allowed in my house. And if I hear it, or any of the lyrics, in this house again, you will get a spanking. Is that understood, young lady?"

Lenore scowled. "Yes, Daddy...even if that's not fair!" She jumped down off her bed, and stomped out of the room.

Elliott caught her by the arm and looked into her eyes. "If you're going to have an attitude, you may sit in time out until you're ready to act your age."

Lenore managed to yank her arm away, glaring up at him angrily. "I am acting my age! You're just too old to remember what it's like to have any fun!" She huffed slightly. "And I don't see why I can't just sing it in the house. I don't even know what most of it even means!"

"Which is exactly why you shouldn't be singing it." He paused. "Now, do you want to sit at the table like a young lady, or do you want to sit in here and pout?"

Lenore turned in response, stomping back into her room and slamming her door shut in his face. "YOU'RE SUCH A JERK!" She shouted, using words she'd heard her sister use before. She then went over and flopped down on her bed, arms crossed over her chest.

Elliott sighed and retreated back to the dining room where Breanna sat, texting one of her friends. "Phone away," he admonished lightly. She rolled her eyes and he sat down next to her. "You need to watch what you say around your sister. She is becoming awfully mouthy and saying things I've heard you say." She opened her mouth to argue but he stopped her. "I don't want to hear it. Just watch your mouth around her."

Lenore, feeling defiant, though she was usually rather obedient, dug out another Eminem CD she had, and began to play that one now instead - loudly. She knew she was risking her bottom, but her father had made her angry. It was just some music. Yeesh. She stood and began jumping around to it on her bed once more. Besides, her sister listened to it all the time - not that she was going to rat her out, but still!

As the music began, Elliott looked at Bre. "And so help your bottom, if you got this CD for her," he said, making her squirm. He stormed into Lenore’s room, shut the CD off and looked at her. "What did I say would happen if I heard this type of music again?"

"I wasn’t singing it," Lenore argued, sassily. "I'm just jumping to it." She jumped on her bed some more, as if to prove her point.

"Answer my question."

Lenore glared at him. "Somebody ought to spank you for bein' such a meanie-head. It’s just music, Daddy. Get a grip!"

In a quick flash, he grabbed her wrist, pulled her down from the bed, and began smacking her bottom at moderate force. "You will not talk to me with such disrespect young lady," he lectured as he spanked. "I told you that I don't want to hear this music in this house and I mean it." He stopped swatting her for a moment and pulled out the chair to her desk, moving her in front of him and looking into her eyes to see if she had anything to say for herself.

Lenore's eyes were wide, and a little frightened. Yes, she knew the consequences. And yes, she had purposely pushed his buttons. But, still... What if he decided to spank her bare again!? That was the most horrible moment of her young life, that last time she'd been spanked. She felt her eyes brim with tears, and suddenly she didn't feel so big and tough anymore. "I'm sorry, Daddy," she managed to squeak.

"That music is trash, Lenore. The language is bad and they talk about doing bad things. I don't want you listening to it. And I also want you to hold off on the attitude. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Daddy," Lenore whimpered, nodding her head like crazy. Her eyes darted around, trying to find a means of escape. She was becoming a runner lately, though she was still her Daddy's little Princess, and somehow always managed to weasel her way out of a worse spanking.

Before she could dart, though, he had her over his lap. "You're getting a spanking for disrespect, attitude, and disobedience. And this will be the last spanking you ever receive over your jeans. From now on, you will be bare bottomed for at least some portion of your spanking. You're old enough to know better, and now you know the consequence. So think twice before you break any rules again." With that he began the spanking, circling her waist to keep her in position.

Lenore began to sob almost immediately. Being spanked hurt like hell, yes. But the thought of being spanked bare from now on had her scared. She hated to feel and be humiliated more than anything. She kicked and squirmed, still wishing to get away.

"I'm sorryyyyyyyy!” She wailed.

Elliott held onto her. "What are you sorry for?" He asked, giving her a few harder swats to send the message home.

Lenore let out a couple yelps, then replied midst hiccups. "For-For bein' nasty! An'-An' for-for listenin' to-to the m-music!"

He finished up the spanking and stood her up. "I want every CD you have that has bad language in it," he said, holding out his hand.

Lenore whimpered, rubbing at her watery eyes. She slowly began to hunt down all her Eminem CDs, plus a Nelly one. She found her Backstreet Boys CDs and paused a moment. She glanced over at her father tearfully. "Does damn count, even if you can't really hear it, Daddy?" She asked softly, as she knew it was whispered at the end of the one BSB song.

He shook his head. "Only the CDs that have parental advisory stickers," he said. Then, knowing Bre and Lenore could be sneaky sometimes, added, "or songs that are from a CD with a parental advisory sticker on it." He knew someone would undoubtedly have a burned CD and claim the sticker wasn't there in an effort to get out of trouble.

Lenore breathed a small sigh of relief, as she gently pushed her BSB CDs aside. She scowled a little hearing him mention the burned CDs. She huffed and got down on her tummy, to crawl under her bed. Once there, she pulled out a whole basket of CDs with bad language - some with the parental advisory, and some burned and without it. She stood once more and pouted as she handed her CDs over to him.

He was shocked at the amount of obscene music his baby girl was listening to. "Where did you get all of these?" He wanted to know. "Did your sister get them?"

Lenore shuffled uneasily, really not wanting to squeal on her sister. "Jenny has some she got from her sister," she said softly, stating half the truth. "And she gave me copies."

"Remember what happened last time you lied?" He asked, unsure if she'd told him the complete truth.

Lenore squirmed as her eyes went wide. "And....Bre might've gotten me some........." She whispered softly. She just hoped her sister didn't hate her for ratting her out, in order to save her own behind from another spanking.

Elliott nodded, and hugged his little girl. "All right. Let's go have dinner," he suggested, holding her hand as they walked to the dining room. On the way he threw the CDs in the trashcan.

Lenore walked with him quietly, still rubbing at her eyes. She eyed the chair at the table, and was glad for once it was cushioned.

Breanna was wide-eyed as her dad and sister approached, stuffing her phone back in her pocket. "Breanna," Elliott began. "I put it away," she claimed, knowing he was going to scold her about texting during dinnertime, but he shook his head. "No, that's not it. I found a substantial amount of trashy music in Lenore's room and want to know if you have any idea where it came from."

Lenore kept her eyes downward, as she quietly took her seat. She felt awful for ratting out her older sister, who'd been nice enough to share the music with her.

Breanna chewed on her lower lip glancing at Lenore and wondering if she'd ratted her out. "I guess I might have shared some music with her... But I didn't realize it was that bad. I'm sorry..." She said softly. Elliott nodded. "No more, got it?" He explained the new rule to Breanna and promised her a spanking as well if the rule was broken. She shifted uncomfortably and replied with a meek "yes, sir."

Lenore quietly ate her dinner, not saying a word, though usually she was a little chatterbox about her days at school. She finished, and squirmed in her seat. "May I be excused, please, Daddy?"

Breanna noticed the strangeness in her little sister but their dad didn't seem to get it. That was normal though. The two of them always understood each other when no one else did. Elliott excused Lenore, then Breanna shortly after.

Breanna scampered to Lenore’s room and tapped on the door. "Sis?"

Lenore lifted her head from the pillow she'd buried her face into. Her cheeks were tear-stained once more, as she looked at her older sister. "You c'n come in...." She sniffled.

Breanna closed the door behind her and sat down on her sister’s bed. "What's wrong?" She asked, playing with Lenore’s hair.

"Daddy's gonna spank me bare from now on," Lenore wailed, more tears falling from her eyes. "And I didn't mean to rat you out, but I was scared he was gonna spank me again, if he found out I lied." She paused a moment, as her breath hitched. "And I got in trouble at school for sassing the teacher, and got a note Daddy hasta sign, but if he sees it I'll get spanked again...And now that he has my music, he'll never let us go to that concert Jenny and her sister are going to!"

Breanna hugged her sister, thinking about how to solve this problem. "Where's the note from your teacher?"

Lenore gently rolled off her bed, and dug it out of her knapsack that was lying on the floor in front of her closet. "I had to stay inside at recess, and write lines and everything!"

"That's awful!" Bre said, grabbing a pen off of Lenore’s desk and signing her dad's signature. "There, dad knows, and tell your teacher you got spanked for it. She'll believe you. And apologize."

"Thank-you!" Lenore exclaimed, but not too loud. She hugged her sister tightly. "I don't think my bum could take another spanking right now. Daddy spanks much too hard."

"You're the greatest sister ever!" She added.

Breanna smiled. "And we're going to that concert," she said.

"Really? We are? How?" Lenore wanted to know. "Did you convince Daddy to let us go? 'Cause we hafta go! Eminem is sooo hot!"

She giggled. "He is hot but no. Remember Chris? My boyfriend?"

Lenore nodded. "Uh-huh. The guy Daddy doesn't really like much. But he's cute, so I like him."

Breanna nodded. "He's gonna take us. We're going to sneak out, walk to his house, go with him, and he'll bring us home after."

"But didn't you get in trouble for sneaking out last time?" Lenore asked softly. She was excited and really wanted to go, but her father's warning of her next spanking being bare, was still fresh in her memory.

"Do you want to go to the concert?"

"Yes!" Lenore nodded eagerly. "I can't let Jenny be the one to tell our friends everything!"

"Well you know dad's gonna say no. So it's our only other option."

"Okay," Lenore nodded. "So...how're we gonna sneak out? Daddy hears everything, sometimes."

Breanna thought for a moment. "I don't know yet. But we will figure it out okay? Don't worry and DON'T tell anyone, okay?"

"My lips are sealed!" Lenore promised, pretending to zip them together. "I c'n keep secrets, unless Daddy's spanking them outta me."

Breanna smiled. "Good," she said. "Now let's go play singstar... I'm gonna win this time though!"

Lenore giggled. "No you're not, I am!" She stuffed the note into her knapsack once more, then followed her sister down to the living room to play.

*****

A few days later, the girls had it all planned out. They went to bed early, then put pillows under their blankets like Breanna had seen kids do on TV. Then she pried her window open, jumped out, and tapped on Lenore’s giving her the sign to come outside as well.

Lenore turned on her tape recorder, of her sleeping. She'd made it to ease suspicion. She cracked her window open enough for her to slide out, then managed to close it before jumping down. She landed and looked up at her sister with a big grin on her face. This was the most exciting thing she'd ever done in her young life!

"Ready?" Bre whispered, taking the girl's hand and running with her down the street until they were far enough away not to be seen easily. "Yay! I'm excited!"

Lenore was giggling like crazy. "This is gonna be sooo much fun! I've never been to a concert before! Daddy keeps telling me I'm too young. But then he tells me I'm a big girl. He needs to make up his mind already." She squeezed her sister's hand in excitement. "Is Chris gonna stay with us? I'm gonna be able to see Eminem good, right? I'm short."

"Yes Chris will stay with us and if you can't see I'm sure he'll put you on his shoulders or something to help you." They turned the corner now and Breanna saw her boyfriend and his roommate sitting outside smoking a joint. She gave him a kiss and he greeted Lenore with a pat on the head.

Lenore giggled some more, blushing a little. She'd a small crush on the older boys. They were cute and always nice to her when she happened to see them.

"You girls ready?" Chris asked, taking a final puff before passing it back to his roommate and opening the backseat for Lenore to get in, then the passenger's side for Bre. Breanna looked at her little sis to make sure she was okay with sitting next to Chris’s roomie before getting in.

Lenore giggled again as she slid into the backseat of the car and buckled up. "I was born ready! I wanna see the real slim shady! Whoot!"

Breanna plopped down in the front, giving her boyfriend the thumbs up sign and wondering if they'd share the green with her. "This show’s gonna be awesome," Breanna said, buckling up. "Sure is," Chris agreed.

Lenore cast a sidelong look at Josh, then looked away, giggling once more yet again. She was just full of giggles tonight! Part from the excitement of it all, and part from having crushes on Josh and Chris. "Is it far to go?" She asked at last, ceasing her giggles for a moment or two. "Jenny said she's got third row seats."

"Not too far," Chris said, backing out. "And you can tell Jenny that we got floor tickets so we don't even have seats. We'll be right up front." He dug the tickets out of his pocket, giving his girlfriend a grin as he did so.

Lenore squealed in excitement. "Jenny's gonna be sooo jealous! I can't wait! I'm gonna sing loud as I can too! Maybe Eminem will notice me then. Hehe."

"Maybe," Chris said. Breanna smiled, her heart racing as she glanced back and saw Josh about to light the joint again. "Hey maybe you shouldn't do it in front of the kid," Chris admonished, but Breanna shook her head. "Lenore doesn't mind, do ya? And Josh, you should totally share with me."

Lenore shrugged slightly. "How can I care, when I don't even really know what it is? I'm too excited to care. Dude, drive faster! I don't wanna miss anything!"

Josh shrugged, lit up, and passed it to Breanna. Bre smiled and took a hit, coughing instantly and wanting to die from the smoke in her lungs, but wanting to feel high, so taking another puff. "Wow," she said, eyes watering. "Careful," Chris warned. "Don't smoke too much." She brushed him off and took a final hit, passing it back to Josh. "Almost there," Chris said to Lenore, glancing at her in the rearview mirror

Lenore grinned back at him, bouncing in her seat a little. "That stuff smells neat," she commented randomly, sniffing the air. "Oooh! I see the arena! Yay!"

"Maybe we should roll the windows down..." Bre said, realizing that Lenore might get high, which would be super bad. Not that it mattered; they were pulling into a parking space now. Bre began to find herself paranoid. "Won't they smell it on us?" Chris turned to her and gave her a kiss. "No worries," he said. "I'll smoke a cig. That’ll kill the smell." He flipped one out of his pack and passed one to josh. "We'll go in, in a second, Lenore, k?"

"Just hurry it up, Dude!" Lenore told him, smiling. "I want a souvenir! And they might go fast!"

"Chill," Josh said, patting her leg. "I promise you'll get a souvenir if I have to get it myself." Breanna looked back. "Remember that dad can't see it..." She said, feeling a rush and realizing that she was super high. "Whoa."

"Duh," Lenore commented. "Daddy's not ever gonna know." She shuddered at the thought of their father finding out. She also hoped he never found out that Bre had signed her note from school, with his signature. She'd been extra good these past few days, in order to make up for feeling so guilty.

She smiled some when Josh patted her leg. Boy, was he hot!

The boys finished their cigarettes and the four got out of the car. Breanna had to hang onto her boyfriend to make sure she didn't fall over. "Make sure my sis is ok. I'm too high to tell," she whispered. "She's fine," Chris assured. "You ok back there, Squirt?" He asked

"Yup! I'm good!" Lenore grinned, jumping a little as she came to stand near them. "Can't wait to get in there! Let's go! Let's go! Let's go!"

"Hold my hand," Breanna told her weakly, noticing that everything was sharper and moving sort of in slow motion.

Lenore obediently grabbed hold of her sister's hand. She didn't want to ruin their night by being a brat or anything - though, she was rather extra sweet at times. Her naivety allowed her that. "I hope he sings the Slim Shady song! I like that one!"

"I'm sure he will," Josh said, lighting up another cigarette. They got to the entrance and were all searched by the security, then waved through. "Please don't get lost," Breanna begged her kid sis, still holding on tight. The concert had already started, but it was a rapper they hadn't heard of. Quickly, Chris and Josh scooted through the crowd, leading the group to the front. "Can you see okay, Squirt?"

Lenore stood on her toes and jumped a little, frowning. "These people are too tall. Tell 'em to shrink so I can see. Please?"

Breanna poked josh. "Let's smoke some more," she yelled, having noticed that a lot of people around were doing the same. Chris smiled, told Bre to enjoy herself and not to worry about Lenore – he’d make sure she was ok. "Let's try to move closer," he then said to them all.

"Yeah!" Lenore agreed readily, grabbing Chris' hand and pulling him forward. "Let's get closer! I wanna touch him when he sings!"

He looked back to Bre who urged him to go, but that she and Josh would stay back and smoke and not get in the big crowd of people. And that's exactly what they did -- smoked! "This is good shit!" She yelled over the music. "Damn straight," Josh answered. She looked up at Chris and her sis and smiled. They were at the stage now and it was so cute what a big bro role he was playing. She closed her eyes and just enjoyed the music.

Lenore jumped excitedly as Eminem finally hit the stage. She screamed loud as she could and just went nuts for the famous rapper. She tried to reach his hand, when he leaned down to slap people's hands, but she was too short. She frowned, then squealed a moment later, as she felt Chris place her on his shoulders. She began bobbing her head to the music and singing along, as Eminem began to rap.

Breanna kept smoking, now sufficiently high. She was also enjoying the concert immensely and singing along, dancing around. It was so excellent, the best she’d ever been to.

Lenore rocked out to the music for quite some time, highly enjoying herself. She'd grabbed Eminem's hand a few times and had been sung too, and sung into his microphone with him, giggling some as she did so. He'd just gone backstage for a quick break, when she leaned down to talk to Chris. "I gotta go to the bathroom. I need Bre, please."

Chris took her down from his shoulders and walked her back to Bre. "She has to go to the bathroom..."

"Ok I'll take her," Bre said, obviously higher than a kite. "Come on my fave lil sis!" She chirped.

"Maybe I should go with…." Chris said, certain that they'd get lost.

"Don't be silly. You and Josh save our spots. We'll be back."

"Yeah! We're big girls..." Lenore smirked. "We know how to walk!" She laughed at her own joke, and took hold of her sister's hand. As they were headed for the bathrooms, she spotted a neat Eminem bracelet hanging out of someone's bag. She eyed it longingly, then reached over and grabbed it right quick when they passed by. Soon as they were in the bathrooms, she ran for a stall and stuffed it into her pocket, then did her business. She came out of the stall and began to wash her hands, when some girl walked in looking pissed.

"YOU took my bracelet," the girl demanded, pointing a finger at Lenore.

Lenore gave her a confused look. "I didn't take anything of yours. Honest!" Though, she was secretly glad her pockets were deep.

"Liar!" The girl shouted getting all in Lenore’s face. "Give it back before I punch your face in."

Bre, who had been standing outside the door, realized what was going on and immediately pushed the girl away. "Who the fuck do you think you are," she shouted. "Don't talk to my sister like that or I'll punch YOUR face in!!"

Lenore shrunk back, a little scared. She'd never been threatened by anyone bigger than her before - except for her sister. And the one bully at school. So this was a little scary for her. "Bre, let's go back to Chris. I want Chris."

The girl turned away from Lenore now and got in Bre's face. "Who the fuck do you think you are?" She said back. "I can talk to whoever I want, however I want."

Bre didn't know what came over herself, she just punched the girl, right in the nose like her dad had taught her to do if someone was ever attacking her. The girl let out a shrill and held her face, blood dripping down from her nostril.

It took her a second to realize what she'd done. "Oh shit," she muttered.

Lenore's eyes went wide, as she grabbed her sister's hand. "C'mon Bre! Let's get Chris! Please! Let's go!" Though she hadn't known her sister's boyfriend and friend for extremely long, she felt as though Chris could protect them from anything. He was sort of like a knight-in-shining-armor to her, so to speak. "Please, let's go! She’s gonna tell somebody! I just know it!"

Lenore's small scared voice snapped Breanna into reality and she remembered why she'd punched the girl to begin with. "Yes, let's get Chris," she said calmly. She inched closer to the bleeding girl who was muttering obscenities under her breath. "See what happens when you fuck with my sister?" She said, then gave the girl a final hard push, sending her crashing into the trashcan and falling, narrowly missing slamming her head against the sink. Breanna turned away, ignoring the stares she got. They walked outside and she began to get paranoid, feeling like everyone was watching her. She shivered slightly, hoping they weren't, when they passed a souvenir shop.

"Oooh! I want a shirt, Bre!" Lenore said, momentarily forgetting her haste to get to Chris. "Can we get one, please? I promise I'll keep it hidden better than my CDs!"

Breanna looked around, still high, still feeling like everyone was watching her, but told Lenore to hurry up. She hid behind a shirt rack near the wall so she could see everyone and make sure no one was coming after her.

Lenore quickly handed over some money, and grabbed the shirt she wanted, then ran back for her sister. It was when she reached her sister that she noticed the girl from the bathroom pointing in her direction. "Bre, I think the bitch just tattled! I'm ready to find Chris now!"

Breanna's heart stopped. She felt the security guard looking toward her. He had to know she was high. "Oh shit yeah let's go." She grabbed her sister's hand and walked as quickly as she could, trying to breathe and ignore the scared feeling that was forming inside of her.

Lenore walked quick as she could. The moment she spotted Chris, she latched onto him tightly, her arms encircling his waist. "I think I wanna go now," she said softly.

Meanwhile, Elliot was sitting in his patrol car filling out paperwork when he heard the dispatcher request a unit to go to the Eminem concert where a young female had assaulted another female. The dispatcher described her as a white female about 15 or 16 years old with red hair and blue eyes, accompanied by... A 10-12 year –old female; described as a white female with shoulder length brown hair and green eyes. He stopped writing for a moment and listened to what had happened. He desperately hoped it wasn't his girls, but the descriptions matched and he knew they'd wanted to go to that concert. But they wouldn't, would they? He picked up his radio and told the dispatcher he was on his way.

Back at the concert, Lenore explained. "Some girl wants to beat me up!" She exclaimed, clinging to Chris a little tighter. "She said I stole her bracelet."

"Well, did you?" Josh asked.

"Of course she didn't!" Bre shouted. "And who cares if she did, she doesn't have the right to threaten my sis. So I beat her up." Neither Chris nor Josh had expected that. "What?!?" Chris asked. "You've got to be kidding."

"We gotta go!" Lenore pressed. "The stupid bitch tattled, and now there's some fat dude after us!"

"Calm down," Chris said in a low voice. "No one's after you and there's a million people here. They won't find you."

Breanna shook her head. "No they saw us. We really gotta go."

Josh looked around, also stoned, and growing more paranoid. "Dude, maybe we should go..." He said.

"Please!" Lenore pleaded, tears filling her eyes. "I don't wanna be in any trouble. Tonight was s'pose to be fun!"

Chris with all the pressure from the 3 finally broke and led them out. "Try to stay calm though," he ordered. "Or they'll think something’s up."

Lenore took a shaky breath, and clung tightly to Chris' hand now, instead of his waist. There, she was a normal kid, leaving the concert with what appeared to be her older brother. She clung tightly to the t-shirt she'd purchased in her other hand.

She just hoped Chris - and Josh - weren't too mad at her and Bre for ruining their fun night out.

Little did they know that the night was only going to get worse. They stepped into the cool evening air only to find flashing lights before them. The worst part happened when a man stepped out of the vehicle: Breanna and Lenore’s dad.

Lenore's eyes went wide as saucers, and she immediately ducked behind Chris, though she didn't dare let go of his hand.

Breanna was too high to really comprehend anything that was going on. Until she heard the deep voice. "Breanna Nicole and Lenore Edna! You two are in serious trouble!"

Lenore clung even tighter to Chris, staying partly hidden behind him, as her eyes filled with tears once more. So much for getting home in one piece - their father was going to kill them!

Breanna’s throat got dry. "D-dad?" She stammered. She didn't even know of a good excuse. He came toward them and grabbed both of their upper arms. He scowled at Chris. "I thought I told you to stay away from my daughter." "Leave him alone Dad," Breanna said, glaring at her father. "He was coming to pick us up ‘cause we didn't have a ride home." Elliot looked at Bre, then at Lenore for confirmation.

"He's a nice guy, Daddy," Lenore spoke softly. "He's not bad like you think. Really."

Elliot looked at Chris and Josh now, smelling the weed on their clothes and aware that Josh was clearly high. However, he was impressed that Chris seemed sober, and Lenore clung onto him for dear life... "We'll discuss that later. You two, in the car, now."

Lenore hugged Chris once more, feeling extremely nervous now. Their bottoms were going to be TOAST! Her eyes went a little wide as she remembered the promise of bare bottom spankings from now on. It figured she’d end up ruining their fun night out.

Breanna waved bye to her friends and took her sister's hand, sure to walk a great distance from her father so he wouldn't land an embarrassing swat to her bum. She scooted inside the car so Lenore could sit next to her. "We’re in so much trouble"

Lenore got into the car and snuggled up against her sister quietly. "I don't wanna think about it..."

"Daddy's gonna beat our butts good..."

"Ugh, I know," Breanna said, wondering how they always managed to get caught.

Lenore gulped quietly, trying not to think about how this one was going to be bare most likely. She was extremely nervous. "I wish I'd never had to pee...."

Breanna couldn't agree more. "We'll know for next time."

Elliot opened the door now, having finished his conversation with Chris and Josh. He sat down in the driver's seat and radioed the dispatch, letting them know that the situation was under control. He then sped off. "What on earth was going through your minds?" he wanted to know as he turned onto the main road.

Lenore glanced at her sister, not sure if they were supposed to answer him or not.

"We're sorry," Breanna said. "Sorry?" he asked, getting agitated. "You assault a girl, your sister steals from her, on top of the fact that you snuck out of the house, and all you have to say is that you're sorry?" Breanna slumped down in the seat, a tear falling down her cheek.

"I was gonna give it back," Lenore muttered softly. "If she hadn't scared me, and yelled, I would've given it back. All she had to do was say please."

Elliot shook his head, gripping the steering wheel as he drove. He couldn't believe what they had done, and was too infuriated to even really speak. Thus, he said nothing else to them during their ride to the police station. Breanna wiped the tears out of her eyes, as she looked down at her little sister. "Lenore, he's gonna kill us," Bre whispered.

Lenore shuddered, suddenly feeling a flash of fear surge through her. "Think we can jump out of the car safely, and run?" She eyed the door next to her warily.

Breanna shook her head. "Definitely not, sis."

Their dad pulled into the station and opened the door. "You two get to spend the night seeing what's going to end up happening if you keep fighting and stealing," Elliot said, opening the back door for them to get out.

Lenore got out, looking a little confused. "Why're we here? I thought we were going home?"

She moved to stand closer to her sister.

"We're going to go home when I get off work," Elliot said, getting two pairs of handcuffs out of his belt. "For now, you are going to be brought in wearing handcuffs, just like real criminals." He looked at his two little girls and said, "Face the car, hands on your head."

Lenore's eyes went wide as saucers, as they filled with tears. "Daddy?" She squeaked, looking terrified.

Breanna stiffened, taking Lenore's hand. Elliot gave them each a nudge. "Let's go, girls. Don't make it harder on yourselves."

"But Daddy! I don't wanna be cuffed!" Lenore wailed, turning and burying her face into Breanna as she started to cry.

"Then maybe you will learn not to steal," he said, easing the two girls apart and turning Lenore around first, then waiting as Breanna turned herself around, too, and put her hands on her head. Elliot waited for Lenore to do the same.

Lenore hugged herself instead, still crying. "It's in my pocket, Daddy...." She sobbed.

Elliot took Lenore's arms in his hands and moved them to her head, holding them there with his left hand as he searched her pockets with his right. He found the bracelet and threw it on the hood of the car. He then put her hands behind her back and cuffed her, leaving her like that as he repeated the same procedure with Breanna. She froze with fear when she realized that he was about to search her... she'd put that last joint in her pocket...

Lenore stood there bawling, feeling completely awful. She'd never thought her Daddy would ever arrest them.

But she didn't feel as awful as Breanna did when he dug the joint and lighter out of her pocket. "Marijuana, eh?" he asked, throwing it on the hood as well. "So we have a thief, and a pothead," he concluded, cuffing Bre's hands behind her back.

"I didn't smoke that much, Daddy, I promise..." she said, but he silenced her.

"We will discuss it later." He took one girl in each arm and led them to the station.

Lenore dragged her feet a little. She'd never been inside the police station like this before. Usually when her and Bre came to visit, they'd drop their bikes off out front. Only now, they were visiting for a very different reason.

Elliot's colleagues were shocked to see his two daughters in handcuffs. "Can you book these two?" he asked his co-worker, giving her a look as if to say that she didn't have to do it for real, just go through the same procedures.

"Sure," she said, un-cuffing them to fingerprint them and take their picture. She then finished the intake procedure, finally handing them both an orange jumpsuit to change into.

An hour later, the girls sat down in the jail cell. "What did I get us into?" Breanna muttered, burying her face in her hands. "This is awful!"

Lenore curled up in a corner, hugging her knees to her chest as she bawled. Though, she made sure to stay close to her sister. "I wanna go home! I don't wanna be here!"

"I don't either," Bre cried. She wanted so badly to be strong for her sister, but she couldn't. She felt awful and wished to wake up from this horrible nightmare.

Lenore moved over to hug her sister. "Least we can still sit..." She trailed off. "You don't think Daddy'll spank us here, do you!?"

Breanna shivered. "I hope not," she said in a near whisper.

The two stayed like that until they fell asleep next to each other on the cold hard bed. When Elliot came to get them the next morning when he got off work, they were still lying there. "All right," he said in a loud voice. "Get up, get dressed, and let's go." He laid both sets of clothes on the bed next to them and closed the door. Breanna pushed herself up, stretch out and wiping her eyes.

Lenore yawned and stretched, frowning. "We don't gotta get changed in here, do we? People could see us!"

"No one can see us," Bre said, looking around. "Unless they have cameras in here... but let's not think of that." She grabbed a hold of her clothes and looked at Lenore.

Lenore glanced around nervously, then moved to the one corner to change. Once she was changed, she placed the orange jumpsuit on the bench. "I'm hungry," she said softly.

"I'm sure Dad’ll get us something to eat... right?" Bre said, jumping a little when Elliot opened the door.

"Let's go," he said firmly, motioning for the two girls to hand him the jumpsuits on their way out.

Lenore handed him her jumpsuit and stood a little ways away from him. She was unsure of how angry with them he still was.

Breanna took her sister's hand and they followed their dad out of the jail, back to his car, finally arriving home with still not a word. "Dad?" Bre said weakly, breaking the silence when they pulled into the driveway. "We're sorry..."

"We're really, really, really sorry, Daddy," Lenore said softly.

"Not as sorry as you'll be when I get finished with you," he said, opening his door. "Both of you to your rooms. I will make breakfast then we'll have a talk."

Lenore looked up at her sister a little scared. She couldn't even remember the last time she'd ever been in this much trouble.

"Yes sir," Bre said weakly, giving a sad look to Lenore as if admitting that she knew they were in tons of trouble. She scampered to her room where she sat on her bed thinking about her impending doom. She was not looking forward to this at all.

Lenore was a little slower getting out of the car, not so sure about any of this. She'd been terrified last night, and was starting to feel scared once more. She didn't like this one bit. She cast their father a nervous glance, freezing just outside of the car. She could feel the urge to run starting to come back, but had ended up frozen in her spot instead, eyeing him worriedly.

Elliot towered over his littlest daughter. "Inside, Lenore," he said.

Lenore shrunk down a little. She didn't like when he got all big and scary on them. She didn't like to be afraid of her hero.

Elliot gave her a slight nudge. "You did something wrong and now you have to face the consequences. Now, you may walk inside on your own like a big girl, or I can carry you in there myself. Your choice."

"You won't spank me just yet, if I choose you, will you, Daddy?" Lenore managed to ask in a whisper after a moment.

He couldn't help but crack a soft smile and then lifted his little girl up. "No baby, I won't." He gave her a tight hug. "I'm very upset about your behavior though, and you will be getting a spanking later."

Lenore clung tightly to him; her eyes filled with tears, as she buried her face into the crook of his neck. "I love you, Daddy," she whimpered softly. Though she knew her impending doom, this made her feel a little better.

"Love you too kiddo," he said, bringing her inside and letting her drop to the floor. "To your room. Breakfast will be ready in a few minutes."

"Kay," Lenore said quietly, though she clung to him just a moment longer. Once she was sure she could make it upstairs without freaking out, she managed to pry herself away and head on up. Soon as she reached her room though, she started to cry once more, flopping down onto her bed and hugging Mr. Stuffles, her beloved teddy bear.

Elliot busied himself in the kitchen, flipping pancakes and scrambling eggs, two things that he loved having his girls' help on. He felt a pain in his stomach -- when had they grown to do something so disrespectful and dangerous? Had he not been a good enough parent? Did they need a mother in their life that badly? Or were they just in that stage? He sighed as he finished frying the bacon and called them both down. He set the table and waited.

Lenore wiped her tears away, and tried to look a little more composed. She'd be doing more than enough crying later on, that was for sure. She took a deep breath, and then headed on down to breakfast, Mr. Stuffles going with her.

Breanna met Lenore on her way. "You ok?" She whispered as they neared the dining room.

"I'm a little better," Lenore whispered back, extremely glad their father had carried her in earlier. She'd been looking for re-assurance that they were still loved, and that he didn't hate them. "But Mr. Stuffles is coming to breakfast too," she added, hugging her teddy bear closer to her. "'Cause he's still a little scared."

Bre gave her sis a sideways hug. "I'm scared too," she admitted. They walked into the dining room together and Bre sat down, eyeing her dad and hoping he’d calmed down a bit.

Lenore quietly took her seat, sticking Mr. Stuffles in her lap. She eyed the food longingly, but not so sure her stomach was going to agree.

Elliot took a few pancakes for himself then passed them to Lenore, while Breanna grabbed some eggs. "Dad? Are you still mad?" Bre wanted to know.

"I'm disappointed," he answered. That gave Bre an awful feeling in her stomach. She hated disappointing him.

Lenore shrunk in her seat a little bit, as she grabbed some pancakes and drowned them in corn syrup.

She remained silent throughout all of breakfast; hoping breakfast would last forever. She was not looking forward to what came after breakfast - not at all. Though, much to her dismay, the end of breakfast came a whole lot quicker than her or her sister would've liked.

They finished about the same time and gave each other a pathetic look. Elliot gathered the plates to put in the kitchen and then told the girls to have a seat on the sofa.

Lenore quietly went to the sofa and sat, hugging Mr. Stuffles tightly to her chest.

Elliot looked down at the two girls. "Lenore, tell me what happened last night, beginning to end."

Lenore sighed softly. "We went to the concert, and were havin' a good time," she spoke quietly. "I even sang with Eminem - not the bad words though, Daddy, I promise." She paused a moment, and looked down then. "But then I had to go to the bathroom," she sighed again. "And I saw the bracelet and just wanted to look at it. I was gonna return it on our way back. And then she came after me in the bathroom and I got scared, and told her I didn't take anything. And then she threatened to punch me, and Bre attacked her. Then she told security and I guess they called the cops, 'cause you showed up after Chris came to get us..."

She didn't dare mention that she had sworn last night, when the girl she'd stolen from had tattled.

"I didn't attack her," Bre piped up. "I told her to leave my sis alone and she threatened me and I got scared and punched her. But I didn't mean to daddy."

Elliot squatted down to their level after listening to the girls. "Who gave you the marijuana?" He wanted to know.

Bre felt her throat get dry and she tried to steady her voice as she said, "a guy at the concert."

"And what on earth possessed you to smoke, Breanna Nicole?" She squirmed. "I dunno..." She muttered, looking away. "And in front of your sister nonetheless!"

Lenore looked a little confused. What was marijuana? She thought her sister was just smoking a cigarette like people did on T.V. sometimes. She kept quiet though.

"And taking your sister to the concert in the first place? When you know I disapprove of that music and you know there are drugs there and all sorts of bad things? Have you lost your mind?"

"But I'm sorry, daddy..."

He chuckled, standing up now and pacing a bit. "Sorry huh. What if you two had gotten kidnapped? Or killed? Or raped? Or arrested -- which would’ve actually happened if I hadn't shown up. Then what?" Bre shrugged. "Who took you to the concert?"

Lenore shuddered at the reminder of them being locked up last night. She'd been so scared...She never wanted to go through that again! Not ever! "Jenny and her sister were there," she squeaked out, knowing her friend and her sister, had, had permission to go to the show. “We just had better seats."

"Who got you the tickets?"

"Chris won them from the radio station and gave them to me... But he didn't know that you didn't give me permission," Bre added, hoping to keep Chris out of this.

Lenore nodded her agreement. She too didn't want their father angry with Chris. Chris was super nice, and she really liked him

"I see," Elliot said, not sure how much he believed their story but too upset about the other events to pursue questioning. He looked at Lenore. "You, little lady, have no business going to concerts and listening to dirty music like Eminem." He turned to Breanna. "And you have no business taking her. And since she doesn't know what the words mean, I'll let you explain the lyrics to her so she knows what she's singing." He paused, looking back at Lenore. "You also are *not* to steal, Lenore. You know better than that."

"I was going to give it back," Lenore insisted softly. "I just wanted to look at it."

"And that's why it was in your pocket?"

"I didn't wanna drop it into the toilet. I'm not gonna stick my hand into a toilet for anything. That's gross!" Lenore answered.

"Do we need to have another discussion about lying?" He asked, then said, "furthermore, you know that you do not take things without permission. If you want to hold or 'look at' something that's not yours you have to ask first."

Lenore went silent then, unable to argue with that. She hated when he was right.

"You're both getting a spanking," he stated. "Lenore, you're first. Then Breanna."

"Why do I always gotta be first," Lenore grouched quietly to her teddy bear - hugging her stuffed friend even tighter.

"Because Breanna’s getting more than you. So when I'm finished with you, you'll be going to your room while she gets hers. Unless you want to get more."

"No, Sir," Lenore spoke quickly. "I don't want more."

Breanna wanted to argue about getting more but shut up when her dad started to speak. "After all, you did sneak out, take your sister some place dangerous, take drugs, fight, and no telling what else," Elliot said, eyeing his teenaged girl. "Both of you stand up."

Lenore clung tightly to Mr. Stuffles as she nervously stood. She was surprised she could even stand with how shaky her legs felt right then.

Bre stood next to her, shaking as well. Elliot sat where the girls had been, pointing to the side where he wanted Breanna to stand. "You can watch and see what your irresponsibility has caused to happen to your sister." Bre shivered, feeling a pit in her stomach. She hated always having to be the responsible one. It sucked being the oldest.

Lenore buried her face into her teddy bear, as her tears began to fall already. She felt horrible for the trouble she'd caused. But she could tell her sister felt even worse than she did.

Elliot pulled his youngest toward him. "Lenore, I'm very disappointed in your behavior," he lectured. "If I tell you that you can't do something, it’s for your safety. What you and your sister did last night was very dangerous, and you could’ve gotten badly hurt. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Daddy," Lenore answered, still not letting the teddy bear go.

"I'm also disappointed that you stole something. You know that stealing isn't right, don't you honey?"

"I promise I was gonna give it back," Lenore whimpered. "But then I got scared. I didn't mean to run off with it."

"And I promise I won't ever take something again."

"I'm glad to hear it," he said. "On a more serious note, do you know what Breanna was smoking last night?"

Lenore shook her head. "No....Am I s'pose to know?"

Elliot looked at Bre. "Care to explain?" She didn't want to, and shook her head at her father but the look he gave told her that it was more of an order than a question. "I was smoking drugs, Lenore," she said softly.

Lenore made a face. "Yuck."

Elliot was pleased at Lenore’s reaction. "Listen," he told her, looking straight into her eyes. "If you're ever around anyone who's smoking what Bre smoked last night -- you'll be able to tell because it smells funny -- I don't care where you are or who you're with, call me to come get you. It’s very dangerous for you to be with them and you could get arrested, too."

"Kay," Lenore nodded. "I'll call you, Daddy. Promise."

"And I know you don't like to tell on your sister," he said, glancing at Bre, "but I expect you to tell me if you ever see her smoking again. Are we clear?"

Lenore sighed, but nodded nonetheless.

He looked at Breanna. "And if I find out you've threatened her, I will blister your behind." Bre's heart stopped momentarily. "Yes, sir," she choked out. Elliot turned his attention back to Lenore. "Come on, over my lap now," he said, reaching out to help her.

Lenore went over his lap, burying her face into her teddy bear once in position.

"I'm proud of you for accepting the consequences like a big girl, Lenore," he told his littlest one and then began the spanking over her pants, swatting her mildly.

Lenore yelped with each swat, crying almost immediately because of her nerves.

"I hope this, along with staying the night in jail, will teach you not to sneak out or steal, young lady," he said, continuing the spanking.

Lenore continued to cry, drenching her poor teddy bear she was desperately clinging too.

He stopped lecturing for a moment and concentrated on covering her whole bottom, finally stopping and lifting her up. He put both hands on her shoulders. "Remember what I said the other day about punishments from now on?" He asked.

Lenore started to cry even more. "But Dad-dyyy..." She wailed.

"I know, but you were warned." He reached for the button on her jeans and unsnapped them, then pulled the zipper down, tugging them to the floor. "Back over my lap," he said softly."

She sobbed as she went back over once more, hugging her teddy bear even tighter.

Elliot pulled her panties down to meet her jeans, resting a hand on her bare bottom. "Do you understand why you're getting a spanking Lenore?" He asked before beginning.

"Yes," Lenore cried. "I'm not gonna steal or sneak out no more!"

"Good girl," he said, spanking her naked cheeks with medium force but quickly and covering her entire bottom and sit spots. "Because if you do, you'll end up right here again, understood?"

"Yesss!" Lenore hissed, sobbing even more.

He spanked until her bottom was bright red, then rubbed her back as she sobbed. "Almost over," he said gently.

"No mooooooooooore!" Lenore wailed. Her bottom had never hurt so badly!

"Because what you did this time was especially bad and dangerous, I'm going to give you 5 swats with the belt," he said.

"Noooooooooooo!" Lenore shrieked, squirming to try and get away.

Elliot popped her bottom. "You've taken your punishment so well, don't mess it up now or we'll have to add swats." He lifted her to her feet and stood. Breanna watched, chewing on her fingernail. She didn't think Lenore had ever gotten the belt... And now she was... And it was all her fault!! She felt awful and tears began to slip down her cheeks.

Lenore looked panic stricken, as she was stood upon her feet. Without even thinking about it, she yanked her panties back up and bolted out of the room. She ran quicker than she ever had; managing to make it out the back door, which she left open in her haste; and up into the tree in the backyard. She climbed until she was sure their father couldn't reach her, and she sat gingerly on the one branch sobbing as she hugged the tree, having had dropped Mr. Stuffles in her flight.

Elliot was shocked at first. He had never expected her to run so quickly... Usually he could catch her before she got away. He then groaned in annoyance and stalked after her. "Lenore?" He called. "This isn't funny. Get back in the house this instant or it will be worse for you."

"No! No! NO!" Lenore shrieked, from her safe perch up in the tree. She'd only ever been spanked with a ruler over the seat of her pants, and now during her second bare bottomed spanking ever he wanted to spank her with the belt!?

Elliot stepped off of the back porch and looked up in the tree. "Lenore, I'm not telling you again. Come down from there."

Lenore just kept shaking her head no, as she sobbed. She didn't care how badly her panty-clad bottom burned with the tree bark underneath it. She was NOT ever coming down from this tree!

Elliot took a deep breath calming himself down. Of course she was scared. He’d never used the belt on her before and it had to have been scary for her. He tried a different approach. "Okay, I understand you're scared," he said. "And we will talk about it, but not while you're up there."

Lenore just kept shaking her head. She wasn't stupid - she knew she'd still end up getting it eventually. But right now, she was too scared to come down out of this tree.

"Why don't you want to come down?"

"I'm scared," Lenore managed to choke out midst her sobs. "And my bum hurts lots already...And I'm not ever gonna steal again, Daddy, I swear!"

"You've earned this spanking baby girl. I know it's scary but you know I love you and wouldn't do anything that's not in your best interest. Now, come down please."

"NO!" Lenore shouted a little louder than intended. "I'm NOT ever gonna come down! Not EVER!"

Elliot sighed and walked back into the house. Breanna sniffled. "Where's Lenore?" "Up the tree out back," he said exasperated, sitting back on the couch and sighing. "Can I go talk to her?" He nodded in approval and Bre went outside, calling out to her little sis.

"Don't let him spank me with THAT, Bre! Please!" Lenore wailed, hearing her sister.

Bre leaned against the tree, sliding down to the ground and staring up at Lenore. "I'm so sorry for getting you in trouble," she said, presently more concerned with her own bottom since he was going so hard on Lenore. "At least you're not me... Imagine how bad I’ma get it."

Lenore shuddered. "I don't wanna think about it. It's my fault," she cried. "If I hadn't've had to pee, none of this would've happened. Daddy never would've known we were there."

Bre giggled slightly. "You can't control when you have to pee, silly. I shouldn't have fought that girl. We should’ve walked away sooner." And then, remembering why she was in trouble, she added, "and I guess I shouldn't have convinced you to go anyway. I'm sorry."

"But I wanted to go," Lenore insisted. "Eminem's hot, remember? I sang with him and everything!" She sighed dreamily a little, despite her tears.

"Daddy's gonna spank me even more now, isn't he?" She sighed heavily.

"Probably," she said. "And it's delaying my own punishment which I'm ready to get over with..."

"But I don't wanna be spanked anymore," Lenore wailed, starting to cry harder once more.

"I know, me either," Bre said. "Air hugs! Since you're so far away and I can't give you real hugs."

That made Lenore giggle a little, despite her tears. "Air hugs!" She called back, sniffling and hiccupping some. "Bre...do you think Daddy'll be really mad to know I'm stuck? I've never climbed this high before. An' this tree bark is hurting my spanked bum!"

Breanna couldn't help but giggle. "Daddy's gonna be super mad, Lenore." She stood up to try to see how high Lenore really was. "You can't try to climb down a little?"

Lenore glanced down again, causing her eyes to go wide as saucers. She started to cry again, when she answered. "No..... I’ve never gone past the fifth branch...It's too high..."

"I'll be here to catch you... and you can do it, lil sis. Just try."

"I'm scared," Lenore whimpered, hugging the tree just a little tighter, ignoring the tree sap that was sticking to her.

Breanna sighed. "I'll go get dad... Be right back. Hang on sis, okay?" Breanna ran inside for a second, telling her dad in a quick breath that Lenore was stuck. Elliot followed his oldest daughter back outside where Lenore was still clinging to the tree for dear life.

Lenore just cried a little harder. She was scared to come down for the remainder of her spanking, but she was even more frightened by just how high up she was.

"You ready to come down, kiddo?" Elliot asked her.

"Daddy, I'm too high!" Lenore wailed. "Please don't be mad, Daddy.... I didn't mean to climb so high..."

"I can get you down," he said. "Hang on, okay?"

"O-O-ka-ay," Lenore hiccupped

She squirmed slightly, as the tree was killing her already well-spanked bottom.

Elliot grabbed the ladder and leaned it against the tree, climbing up to save his little one, and bringing her safely back down to land. "Now come on, let's get back inside," he said, holding her hand and leaving the ladder against the tree. "We have to finish our talk." He kept hold of her hand so that she didn't try to escape again.

Lenore felt a bit of panic sear through her, but she only stopped long enough to latch onto her father tightly as she still cried.

Breanna followed the two inside and watched as her father led Lenore to the couch. He sat down and looked at Lenore. "Is there anything you have to say for yourself before I finish your spanking?"

"C'n-C'n I have a-a minute to-to stop cryin', 'fore I-I answer?" Lenore managed to get out through her tears.

Elliot nodded, rubbing her back soothingly.

Lenore eventually calmed down some, like she always did when he rubbed her back. "I'm sorry...." She spoke softly. "I just - I got scared. You never spanked me with your belt before..." She took an extremely shaky breath. "And my bum hurts lots already...."

"And I hope that I will never spank you with it ever again, Lenore. But what you did last night was especially bad. And if you and Breanna ever do something so irresponsible and dangerous again, I will use the belt again."

"But it's scary, Daddy," Lenore insisted, her eyes filling with tears once more. "And I won't EVER steal again I swear! Cross my heart!"

"I know you won't. Because you will remember that the belt will be used again if you do."

Lenore frowned, as she realized she'd never be able to talk him out of it like she used to be able to do. "C'n I.... C’n I get spanked when Bre gets it? It's too scary to get it alone, Daddy!"

He thought about it for a moment, glancing at Breanna who was chewing on her fingernail. "All right," he said finally.

Lenore breathed a small sigh of relief. Her panties would get to stay up a little longer!

"Okay," he said, standing up. "Hands flat on the couch... Breanna, you too."

Lenore looked extremely nervous, as she glanced at her sister for re-assurance.

"Both of you, hands on the couch." Breanna moved to her sister, still chewing on her fingernail, and placed her hands on the couch, bottom out, not wanting this to happen. But she had to do it for her sister.

Lenore hesitated for a moment, but finally complied, as her eyes filled with more tears.

Breanna grabbed Lenore's hand as a sign of reassurance that she was here to help her through this. Elliott, unbuckled his belt, and slid it through the loops of his pants. "I'm very disappointed in you both for what you did last night," he scolded, folding the belt over and then tugging Lenore's panties down. "And I think you both know that you deserve every ounce of this spanking that you're receiving." He gave the first swat to Lenore, not too hard, and then gave one to Breanna, then another to each.

Lenore immediately began to sob, squeezing Breanna's hand tightly.

Breanna tried to stay strong, although the swats were starting to get harder, and hearing Lenore cry made her tear up as well. "Lenore, you were only going to get ten, but since you ran, I'm giving you five extra," Elliot said after having given her eight swats. "So we're halfway finished."

"But Dad-dyyy!" Lenore wailed, sobbing even more.

"I hope that next time you don't run off like that," Elliot said. "I know you were scared, but you need to talk to me about it instead of running off, do you understand?" he asked, giving them both another swat.

"Yesss!" Lenore hissed.

He finished up the spanking and laid his belt on the coffee table. "Breanna, you can go to the corner, and I'll finish dealing with you in a few." He then scooped up Lenore in his arms, sat down on the couch, and pulled her onto his lap, holding her tightly.

Lenore buried her face into his chest and sobbed for all that she was worth. This was most definitely her worst spanking yet!

He stroked her hair. "It's all over now, baby girl."

"You never give me extra...." Lenore choked out. "Whyyyy?"

"Because I'd given you a warning, and you need to learn that when I tell you something, I'm serious."

"I'm sorry," Lenore whimpered. "I'ma be VERY good, Daddy."

"I'm glad to hear that," he said, kissing her on the top of the head. "Now, have a shower, get cleaned up, and go to your room."

"Kay," Lenore sniffled, hugging him once more. She carefully got up, wincing, then went over to her sister and hugged her tightly. "Thank-you, Bre..." She said softly.

Breanna smiled, hugging her sister back. "I'm sorry for getting you in trouble," she said.

"I'm not mad," Lenore told her, managing a small smile. "I had fun...."

Breanna glanced up at her dad, then back down at Lenore. "But not worth it."

"No, totally not worth it," Lenore agreed, making a face. "But I'm not mad at you.... I could've said no...."

"No worries," Bre said.

"I love you," Lenore told her sincerely.

"Love you too, sis," Bre answered, giving her a kiss on the cheek.

Lenore flashed her a smile, before leaving the living room and heading into the kitchen instead of upstairs.

"Lenore?" Elliot said, wondering where she was going. "Upstairs," he reminded her in a warning voice.

"I know, Daddy," Lenore replied, walking past the living room doorway. She held up her beloved teddy bear, as she gave him a small, watery smile. "I forgot Mr. Stuffles."

Elliot breathed a sigh of relief and ruffled her hair.

Lenore smiled a little more, then headed on upstairs as she'd been told.

"All right, Breanna, come here," Elliot said. Bre turned around and shuffled to her father, beginning to chew on her fingernail again. "I'm sorry, Daddy," she said softly.

"What in the world were you thinking?" Elliot asked. "You know how young and impressionable your sister is. You also know just how dangerous it was to sneak out and for me to not know where you were. Didn't we go over this once already?"

"Yeah... it's just that... she really wanted to go to the concert... and I wanted to go... and I knew you'd say no..." she looked at the floor, eyes clouding with tears.

"Don't you think I had every right to say no?" Elliot demanded. "You knew perfectly well why I'd say no. The drugs, the language, the setting."

Breanna didn't say anything. He was right. He had a good reason to deny them permission to attend the concert. But that didn't help her not want to go.

Elliot shook his head. "What do you have to say for yourself?"

She shrugged. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done it."

"You're right, you shouldn't have," Elliot agreed. "And I'm going to make sure you never do it again. " He reached over and undid her blue jeans, then lowered them to her feet. "Now, over my lap, young lady."

Breanna whined and did as she was told, squeezing her eyes shut and holding onto the couch cushions.

"You are going to learn one of these days, Breanna Nicole, that when I tell you not to do something, I absolutely mean it," Elliot lectured; as he pulled her panties down to join her jeans. "Even if I have to spank you every single day."

"Daddy, I'm sorry. I really won't do it ever again. I've learned my lesson."

"I'm going to make sure you won't, and that you have learned," Elliot stated, as he began to reign down hard spanks, mostly to her sit-spots. "You are NOT to ever put yourself or your sister in that much danger EVER again! You are NOT to fight! You are NOT to do drugs! And you are NOT to sneak out and go to concerts I don't approve of!"

Breanna kicked and squirmed. "Oooowwwwww, I won't Daddy, I promiseeee!" she squealed, beginning to cry.

"And if I EVER catch you doing ANY of these things again, this spanking I am giving you right now will seem like a walk in the park!" Elliot told her firmly, as he smacked his hand down all over her bottom, and her upper thighs. "I will NOT have you endangering your life, young lady! You mean too much to me for me to just let that happen!"

She reached her hand back to block the smacks. "I'm sorry, I'm s-sorry!" she stammered.

"Breanna, move your hand," Elliot ordered, smacking her upper thighs swiftly.

"But it... hurtsssss," she hiccuped, tears streaming down her face. "And I'm... s-sorryyyy!!"

"It's supposed to hurt," Elliot riposted. "Your sister was sorry too, yet still took hers. Now, move your hand, or do I have to get the ruler?"

Breanna hurriedly moved her hand away, wiping the tears away and burying her face in her hands to cry some more.

Elliot tilted her forward more over his lap, and began to spank her sit-spots lightening speed. "I hope you feel this spanking, and remember it for quite some time, Breanna."

"I doooooooo," she cried. "I'll be gooooood!!! Please stoppppp!!!!"

"I'll stop when I think you've had enough, and not a moment before," Elliot replied. He landed a few more zingers to her upper thighs, then let her lie there a moment, while he rubbed her back. "You know there's still more to come, Kiddo."

Breanna sobbed, trying to catch her breath, but only able to mutter, "y-yessss."

Elliot gently eased her up into a standing position. "Do you have anything to say for yourself?" He asked.

She wiped her eyes, having calmed down a bit, and said, "I'm really sorry, Daddy. I shouldn't have taken Lenore, and I shouldn't have fought or smoked or anything. I'm sorry, and I won't do it again," she said, starting to cry again and hugging her dad tightly. "I'm so sorry."

Elliot returned the hug. "I know, Baby.... Now, I'm going to give you a choice. You can either stand like you did before, or you can lie over my lap for the next part. But whatever you decide, will be fine. And you'll be getting fifteen licks - one for each year."

She didn't know how to respond to that. Her real choice would've been just skipping the belt altogether. She really didn't care how she was positioned. So she just shrugged.

Elliot kissed her forehead. "All right. Back over my lap, Kiddo. We'll do it this way."

Bre wiped her eyes a final time and positioned herself over her father's lap. She took a deep breath in and gripped the cushions, bracing herself.

Elliot placed a hand on her back, and raised his belt, bringing it down swiftly with a loud CRACK.

Breanna winced and cried out, tears beginning to flow again

Elliot reigned down the next five in rapid fire.

"Oooowwwwww Daddyyyyy!" Breanna screamed, reaching her hand back to rub after the quick five and then moving her hand away as she realized that she wasn't supposed to reach back.

"Give me your hands, Breanna," Elliot ordered gently, but firmly.

Breanna did as she was told. "Sorry," she whined.

"You know the consequences," Elliot reminded her. He brought the next five licks down sharply to her upper thighs. "I only do this because I love you and want what's best for you, and your sister, Breanna. I know it has to be hard on you two, without your mother here, but I am going to do the best I can." The next five came down quickly as well.

Breanna kicked and squirmed, dissolving into sobs and unable to really speak. Her bottom stung like crazy and she felt horrible for what she'd done. All that was left were her tears.

Elliot took pity on his eldest, and gave her the extra five with his hand. Once that was over with, he sat her up, and hugged her tightly. "I love you very much, Kiddo."

"I love you too, Daddy," she sobbed, burying her face into his chest.

Elliot rocked her and kissed her head softly. He hated being so hard on them, but they had to learn. And if this is what it took to keep them safe from the things he saw every single day, then so be it.

Lenore peeked her head over the railing of the stairs then, Mr. Stuffles in her arms. "Daddy? C'n I come back down yet?"

Elliot released Breanna and looked at Lenore. "Sure, kiddo," he said. Breanna pulled her pants back up and wiped her eyes.

Lenore came running into the room, her hair still a bit wet from her shower. "Are we grounded, Daddy?" She asked.

"Just for today," he said.

Lenore scowled a little. "So no T.V. then, huh?"

"Nope, but you know you deserve it." He paused, adding, "and as soon as Breanna gets cleaned up, you can start on chores."

Lenore scowled. "But it's Saturday! I don't wanna do chores."

Elliot raised his eyebrows. "Well, last night you wanted to go to the Eminem concert, so now you have to pay the consequences."

"Ain't we been punished enough?" Lenore pouted pitifully.

Elliot sighed irritably. "You do realize that when you argue punishments, you're more likely to get punished worse?" he asked.

Lenore sighed heavily. "I used to be your little Princess...." She gave her sister a certain look. "I'm gonna go do my homework...."

"I'll let you know when I'm out of the shower," Bre said, running upstairs.

"Kay," Lenore said softly, eying their father once more, before turning to leave the room and go on back up to hers.

He sat back down and picked up the newspaper he’d brought in earlier. He unfolded it and looked at the front page, smiling as he saw a familiar grin on the cover. He heard the water turn on in the upstairs bathroom, so he eased quietly up the stairs and laid the paper on Breanna's bed. When the 15 year old got out of the shower she found the surprise and ran into Lenore's room, without knocking. "Look!" she said, lying on the bed next to her sister.

Lenore peered at the newspaper in her sister's hands and grinned excitedly. "That's me!" She exclaimed. "And you're way in the background! And Eminem's singing to me! Oh, wow!"

Breanna rolled over to her back, wincing as she felt the pain in her bottom. "I know that we shouldn't have gone to the concert, but I’m glad we did. It was fun."

"Can you keep a secret, Bre?" Lenore asked, as she rested her head on her sister's shoulder, while lying on her tummy.

"Of course."

I think the concert was worth it.... sorta...." Lenore told her quietly. "But don't tell Daddy I said that. 'Cause I did learn my lesson... But it was Eminem!"

Breanna giggled. "I think it was worth it, too," she whispered back.

Lenore giggled, as she stayed lying there snuggling with her sister.