17 December 2011

Story: Patience Is a Virtue

Part of the Stabler Girls series.  Breanna takes her little sister to the mall during the holiday season, and the impatient ten year-old can't wait to see Santa!  No, seriously, she can't wait... and she doesn't!  And ends up with a sore bottom afterwards.

07 December 2011

Story: My New Little Sister

Misc Story.  This one goes out to my friend Sadie.  Rachel and Sadie aren't really that close, but a car ride changes all of that.  Sadie's 16 and without a permit and manages to twist her older brother's girlfriend (Rachel) to let her drive home.  

05 December 2011

For all you "Twilight" fans out there...

Here's a brother/sister Twilight fanfiction story written by a fellow spanko, Misty:

30 November 2011

Family Time -- Jessica and Daniel

Part of the Katelyn and Jessica series.  I'm not sure that a summary is really necessary... but be forewarned that there is no spanking, just plot.

06 October 2011

Story: Back on Track 3

Misc Story (still, but about to be a mini series).  Jocelyn wakes up and Jon is ready to discuss what she did last night.  Don't worry, if you don't remember, or you missed it, she sorta explains herself.  This is another chapter that I wrote quickly and without reading over it before posting.  So please excuse the typos and/or spank me for them later :P  I will eventually edit them.

Back on Track 3
by Breanna Carter

02 October 2011

Story: Punching Douchebags

Part of The Stabler Girls series.  Breanna and Lenore run into some problems at the park, and it gets a little out of hand.  Knowing she's in trouble, Breanna follows her fathers instructions, but Lenore decides to act like a brat until she pushes him farther than she had planned.

01 October 2011

Practice Makes Perfect

For those of you who don't remember the series and/or want a direct link to the other stories... Here ya go :)

Practice Makes Perfect
Practice Still Makes Perfect
Practice Will Always Make Perfect
A Friend In Need Is a Friend Indeed
Practice Makes Perfect... Years Later

Story: Practice Makes Perfect... Years Later

Continuation to Practice Makes Perfect.  Random addition to an old mini series.  Dunno where it came from, and I apologize for all the weed references I always make.  I can't really stop doing it lol.  I'd like to dedicate this to Mackenzie for her birthday!!!  I'm also going to dedicate to her a Back on Track 3 story hehehe hopefully soon.  Anyway, hope you enjoy.

Practice Makes Perfect... Years Later
by Breanna Carter

A lot happened during college.  I ended up going to Centenary with Jeremy, where he was busy getting all A's in Philosophy and I was getting all A's in partying hardcore.  Not so many A's in the subjects that counted though.  He was my spanker my first two years, trying to keep me focused, using his philosophy skills on me to break me down into feeling bad for what I'd done.  He felt it was his duty to make sure I behaved in a moral manner.  Whatever that meant.

We were sort of an item during those two years, but when he got accepted to grad school at Columbia, we knew that a long distance thing was just not going to happen.  We faded away for a little while, but then grew stronger, texting each other randomly throughout the day, hour-long phone conversations, and promises to meet up on the holidays.  I even visited him in New York once (got spanked lots) and had an amazing time.  

When I finished college, I decided to work close to home for a bit.  I don't really know what I was thinking… within a couple of months I was already searching for out of state grad school programs for me.  Jeremy suggested one in his area.  I found this amazing social work program at NYU.  Then I got accepted!  

We decided to be roommates… and see if it led to anything more.  It didn't take long before it was leading to more…
"Amy," he said one evening when he walked into the apartment, staring down at me, hands on his hips.  "I was at your practice today… something's up.  Have you not been practicing like you're supposed to?"

He was talking about the fact that I was playing with NYU's orchestra.  It was a scholarship thing and I was a little tired of playing, but Jeremy insisted I continue and even gave me money for private lessons.  I'd forgotten to tell him that instead of spending Tuesday evenings practicing viola, I hung out in my best friend's studio, sprawled out on bean bag chairs, smoking weed and contemplating the meaning of life.  This was more therapy than playing a musical instrument.  But Jeremy wouldn't be too thrilled to find out how I'd been spending his money.

"I've been practicing a lot," I told him, focusing on playing Angry Birds on my computer.  I was a little stoned at the moment, truth be told, and too stressed out to really think about more than destroying little green aliens.

Jeremy snatched my computer away.  

"Heyyy I was playing that!"

"I'm trying to have a conversation with you," he said, glaring at me and then stooping down to my level.  "What's going on with these practices.  Tell me the truth."

I sighed, looking away from him.

"Amy, don't be a brat."

"I'm not being a brat.  You took away my Angry Birds and I don't feel like talking right now."

"Because you know you're in trouble," he said, causing a shiver down my spine.  "You've been smoking a lot lately, haven't you?" he asked.  When I didn't answer, he continued:  "You've not been keeping up with your practicing or studying because you've been smoking.  I'm right, aren't I, Amy?"

I still didn't answer, just began chewing on my fingernail, feeling super uncomfortable.

"I asked you a question, Young Lady," he said firmly.

"Jeremy, I was playing Angry Birds.  Can I have my computer back please?"

He stood up now, towering over me.  I caught a glimpse of his unimpressed expression and it sent a pang through my stomach.  My heart began to beat quickly, my palms sweaty, ugh I was so guilty.

"Get out your viola," he told me.  "And all of your music."

"W- what?"

"You heard me," he said.  "You know how I take care of little girls who don't practice."  

I chewed harder on my fingernail, remembering the very first spanking I'd gotten from him.  How he'd given me swats based on how badly I messed up in the song I hadn't practiced.  If he did the same thing now, I wouldn't be able to sit for a while… Especially since I'd been smoking.  Arghhh, I just couldn't win.

"Now," he urged.

I groaned, rolled my eyes, and fetched my viola as ordered.  He set up the stand and I gave him a pathetic look.  "I really don't feel like practicing right now," I whined. 

"I've been paying you $100 a week for this 'private instructor' you found that you promised you would go to.  Apparently, he isn't doing the kind of instructing you need, so I will take care of that on my own."

I squirmed and placed my music on the stand, standing there with my viola under my arm, wishing this weren't happening.

"How many pieces did you go over today in practice?"

"Two," I answered.  "One of them is kind of a breeze, but the other is a pain in the ass and really fucking long."

Jeremy folded his arms and looked displeased at my choice of words.  Oops.  "I think it's going to be even a bigger 'pain in the ass' tonight," he said, smirking slightly.  "Let's hear the one that's a breeze first."

I really hated practicing because the viola isn't really an instrument that sounds good by itself.  It's just the harmony so it sounds kind of stupid without a violin or cello adding it's lovely melody to the piece.  Also, I play more by ear than by reading the notes, so that made it even more difficult to practice.

Needless to say, when I finished my first run-through of the song, I couldn't tell if the expression on Jeremy's face was more amusement or irritation.  "I couldn't keep track of the mistakes," he said.  "You're in luck that I don't have the score in front of me."

I gulped, looking down at the floor and feeling suddenly like a 16 year old again.  It was amazing at how quick he could put me into that mindset of a kid who is in a lot of trouble… which is basically what I was.  

"Let's hear the 'pain in the ass' song," he said almost tauntingly. 

I whined slightly, changing the music, tears wanting to come to my eyes.  I was in so much trouble.  I'd been so bad… hanging out and smoking instead of practicing like I should have been.  I really did deserve the spanking I was going to get.  But ooh, it was going to hurt.

Placing my viola on my shoulder, I played with as much enthusiasm and gusto as possible, trying to save my ass and bluff that I was doing a lot better than I really was.  The good news was that I was high enough to be able to imagine the rest of the orchestra in my head, but a little too high to recover quickly when I screwed up.  I still think the Mendelssohn song sounded much more lovely than it had that afternoon at practice… but not lovely enough to convince Jeremy to keep me out of trouble.

He pulled me towards him, where he sat on the armless, straight-backed chair.  The chair I "practiced" in when I was at home (which was actually used more for old-fashioned spankings than practicing viola).  He looked me in the eyes, a disappointed expression spread across his face.  "Have you been going to private lessons like you're supposed to?" he asked.

I didn't know what to say.  I didn't want to lie to him… but if I told him the truth, he'd be really super mad and I'd be in so much trouble… and I didn't really want that either.  He stared at me as I pondered this in my brain and finally I blurted out, "yes!"

He raised his eyebrows, doubting me.  "You have?  Is your instructor just not that great or what?"

"We've been practicing the other pieces," I lied, fidgeting a little.

"Oh?  Is that so?" he asked, now certainly amused with what I'd said.  "Well how about let's hear those."

Fuck.  I hadn't thought of that.  Now I was really going to be in for it.  "No wait, Jeremy… I…"  Ugh, I had no idea what to say.  


He waited patiently for me to admit to what I'd done.

I shifted from one foot to another, chewing on my thumbnail, taking deep breaths and trying to think of how I was going to get myself out of this one.  "I mean, we haven't been… okay… fine… no, I haven't been going to practice."  I took a step back to avoid a swat.

"And what have you been doing?" he wanted to know.  He pulled me back towards him, moving my chin so that I was looking into his eyes.

"I dunno…" I muttered.


"I… dunno…" I repeated.

He shook his head.  Now I'd really done it.  Now I was in so much trouble.  Ugh, he was going to kill me.

"Go get the hairbrush," he said softly.

Ouchhh… I totally didn't want the evil wooden hairbrush!!  It hurt so much and ugh, I really didn't want that.  But the look on Jeremy's face told me that he wasn't going to accept my pleas, so without a word, I turned and shuffled towards the bathroom where he kept the brush in the top drawer, a constant reminder every time I searched for a washcloth of what would happen when I super misbehaved.  It definitely had to be the most evil thing Jeremy had ever used on me.

I was somewhat scared to come out of the bathroom, and probably would've delayed coming out even longer if Jeremy hadn't yelled, "Today, Amy!"  I closed the drawer and went back to the living room.  

He reached for the button of my jeans and pulled them down, then helped me over his lap and pulled my panties down, too.  I held onto the floor as best as possible, fearing what was about to happen.

"Amy, I'm not very happy to hear that you haven't been practicing your viola like we originally agreed upon," Jeremy said, resting the hairbrush on my bottom.  "And it upsets me even more that you've been deceiving me into thinking I was paying for private lessons."

I squirmed.  "I'm sorry…"

"From now on, you will work with me like we used to… and there will be consequences for failing to practice… do you understand?"

"Yes…" I mumbled.

He lifted the hairbrush and crashed it down on my bottom, taking me somewhat by surprise at how much it actually hurt.  He didn't give me much of a break to learn to tolerate the pain, but instead, kept crashing it down.

"Owwww, owww!" I howled.  

He kept a steady pace, ignoring my cries.  "I'm very disappointed in you, Amy," he said firmly, giving me some hearty swats to the sit spots.  "I'm disappointed that you would stoop to this level of immaturity."  

"Ahhhh but, oww, I'm… ahh!… sorryyyy!!" I yelped, reaching my hand back.

He moved my hand out of the way and kept the hard swats coming, making my backside colorful.  I kicked up a little and he gave me a swat to the thigh.  "You deserve every bit of this spanking, Amy, and you know it," he bellowed.

"Ooowwwww!" I replied, feeling my bum warming up.  It hurt so much.  I just wanted him to stop!  I regretted that I'd smoked instead of practiced… and I regretted that I'd lied to him!  And I super regretted that I'd gotten caught.  "Jeremy I'm sorry!!" I pleaded.

He gave me some harder swats now, and faster.  I was kicking and squirming all over the place while he peppered my cheeks, then sit spot, making sure that I would feel this for a while.

"Are you starting to learn your lesson, Young Lady?" he asked, giving an extremely hard smack to my already throbbing sit spot.

"Ooowwwwwww yessss!" I promised, tears now streaming down my face.

He started spanking me harder and faster then, causing me to kick and squirm and cry like crazy until he finally stopped, releasing my hands that he'd taken in an effort to keep me from blocking.  I immediately rubbed my backside, warm and surely a dark red by this time.  I wouldn't be sitting comfortably for a while!!

"Amy, I don't appreciate you lying to me," he said softly.  "I'm serious.  That's not cool."  

I slid off his lap, rubbing my bottom with one hand, wiping tears out of my eyes with the other.  "I'm sorry," I choked out, crying more and giving him a big hug.

He gathered me in his arms and sat me on his lap.  "I forgive you…" he said, kissing my forehead.  "I just want what's best for you.  I know that things are stressful now, but I don't want you to get into the habit of smoking to deal with it.  Practicing is much better… and much less painful," he added, chuckling slightly at his bad joke.

"Thanks, Jeremy," I said, sniffling and cuddling up to him.  

"You're welcome."

We cuddled like that for a few minutes until he sent me to shower, put on pjs and practice while he made dinner.  I felt like I was a kid again.  And even more so when he tucked me into bed early, told me a cheesy bedtime story and sent me off with a kiss to the forehead.  Of course when he left the room I rolled over onto my tummy… no way was I sleeping on my back that night!

06 September 2011

Story: Coming Out of the Closet

The Stabler Girls.  This takes place a loooooong time ago when Bre was 9 and Lenore was 4.  So be forewarned, this is slightly different than most of my stories.  Special thanks to Lenore for pushing through this even though I whined the whole time hahaha.

Coming Out of The Closet
by Breanna and Lenore

Four-year-old Lenore Stabler stood in her shared room holding a puzzle box in
her hand. She shared the room with her nine-year-old sister, Breanna. It was
after dinner, and time for them to clean up their room. It was a rule. They'd
been told if they cleaned and got done early, they could go to the park for a
little bit. She was humming, as she put her toys away. She was always happy to

Breanna, on the other hand, was a grump. She was ready to go to the park and
didn't want to clean her stupid room first. Cleaning was dumb! She threw the
legos into their box as she pouted, finally folding her arms and huffing. "I
hate cleaning!" she pouted.

Lenore paused midst her cleaning to eye her big sister warily. "Daddy say we
clean, den park!" She reminded her.

"Yeah, but this is going to take foreverrrrr," she whined, closing the box and
throwing it into the closet. That's when she got an idea. "Or, we could just
put it all in the closet!" she exclaimed. "Come on, Lenore, let's do that! 
Then we can go to the park sooner!"

"O'tay!" Lenore agreed readily. Anything for the park!

Bre picked up all the dolls and clothes that they had strolled about on the
floor and shoved them into the closet. "Here, hand me that," she said to her

Lenore handed her the puzzle eagerly, then raced around to find more things to
hand off to her sister.

Within minutes, the room appeared to be spotless -- the girls had successfully
piled everything behind the closet door, closing it before anything spilled out.
"Now we can go!" Bre yelped.

"Yay!" Lenore cheered, clapping her hands excitedly.

"Mommy!" shouted Bre. "Daddy! We're ready!" She took her sister's hand and
ran out of the room down the hall, towards the kitchen where their parents were
putting away dishes.

"All done!" Lenore agreed, nodding her head, laughing as she ran with her

Kathy turned and smiled at her two little girls, whom she loved dearly. "Get
your shoes on, sweethearts."

"Done already?" Elliot asked, skeptical of the quick manner in which the room
had become magically clean. The girls ignored him, though, and ran to the
living room to put on their shoes. "I don't know about those girls sometimes,"
he said to his wife, closing the cabinet. He gave her a kiss on the top of the
head and went to meet the girls. "Don't forget your jackets," he called.

"I's can'ts do its," Lenore pouted, her shoelaces still undone. "Dey won'ts goes

Kathy laughs softly. "Oh, El. They're just children, let them be. They only stay
small for a little while." She followed him, after hanging up the dish towel.

"I'll do it," Bre said, taking her little sister's foot and tying her

Lenore watches in awe, as her sister ties her shoes for her. "Wow! You's good!"

"Lots of practice."

"Here are your jackets girl," Kathy says, watching them from the living room

"Tank-you!" Lenore smiles.

Both girls eagerly went to their mother, allowing her to help them get their
jackets on. She was the more lenient of their parents - she'd let them push the
limits a little more than their father did, but if they did wrong, she'd spank
them herself, or tell them to go to their room and wait for their father to get
home from work. If you asked either of them though, they'd much rather be
spanked by their mother....Though she very rarely did. Breanna could could count
on one hand, how many times her mother had actually spanked her. And Lenore,
well, she couldn't even count at all.

Soon as they had their jackets on, they raced for the front door, their parents
following behind them. The girls giggled as they hurried down the street to the
park. It was on the same street as their house, so there wasn't any roads for
them to have to worry about crossing.

Elliot and Kathy followed along behind their children, holding hands, and
talking to one another softly.

They reached the park and both girls ran off towards the play structure, calling
for their father to come join them.

Elliot kissed his wife, whom laughed, as she watched him run off after the

Bre ran to the swings first, giggling and shouting "Daddy! Push me!!"

Elliot hurried over and grabbed the chains of the swing, lifting it high above
his head, and letting it go.

Lenore had climbed up onto the play structure with the slides on it. She happily
went down the little ones for awhile, but then wanted to try the big slide. She
climbed to the top, where it was, and froze suddenly, feeling scared.

"Wheeeeeee!!" Bre squealed, soaring through the air, wind blowing her hair back.
She pumped her legs as best as she could, but still allowed her Daddy to push
her every now and then. Elliot chuckled, as he did so, until he noticed his
littlest one crying on the top of the big slide.

Lenore sat there, her face puckered up, as she cried. She wanted to be a big
girl and go down the big girl slide, but it was so high up! What if she fell?

Kathy suddenly appeared behind the little one then, and pulled her into her
lap. "What's wrong Sweetheart?" She asked, smoothing the little girl's hair back
form her face.

"I's scared...." Lenore cried, burying her face into her mother, seeking the
comfort that was being given. "It too high."

Kathy kissed her head lovingly, and rubbed her back. "What if I go down with
you? Would that make it less scary?"

Lenore nodded quietly, glancing up at her mother, her hazel eyes still filled
with tears. "Pwease?"

Kathy moved them so Lenore was in her lap, and held onto her tightly. "Are you

"Yesth..." Lenore whispered in a tiny voice after a moment.

"Again! Again!" Lenore insisted, smiling now. "Again, Mommy!"

Kathy laughed, and took the little one back up to go down the slide again.
Eventually Kathy and Lenore, joined Elliot and Breanna on the swings.

The girls played a little more until it started getting too dark, and Elliot
said it was time to go.

"Awww, but we wanna play longerrr!" Bre whined.

"Not tonight," Elliot said, taking her hand.

Lenore sat down in the sand, pouting, her arms crossed over her chest. "No.
We's pway now!"

Kathy stooped down to Lenore and said, "Lenore, honey, you know it's time to
go. Now let's act like a big girl and go home like Daddy said."

"Buts Mom-myyyyyyyy..............." Lenore whined, sticking her lower lip out
further in her pout. "We's wanna pway."

She sighed and Elliot walked towards her. "Lenore, it's time to go," he said
firmly. "Now."

"No," Lenore replied evenly, scowling up at him. It was near her bedtime, and
sometines near bedtime she got cranky.

Elliot, not one to have unlimited patience like his wife, grabbed Lenore by the
arm and planted three firm swats on her bottom.

Lenore immediately wailed, and started to sob, her one little hand flying back.
"Mom-myyyyyyyyyyyyy!" She cried.

Kathy said not a word, as she scooped the sobbing child up into her arms,
ignoring her husband's Look. He often chastised her for being too soft with the
girls, but these were her babies!

Lenore buried her face into her mother's neck, crying her crocodile tears, as
they began to head home.

Elliot shook his head, and holding Breanna's hand once more, followed his wife
and youngest child home.

Once home, Kathy calmly instructed Breanna to get ready for bed, as they had a
big day ahead of them tomorrow. They were going to be going someplace special as
a surprise, which was why they needed to go to bed so early.

Breanna was excited for the next day, so she did as she'd been told, especially
since her Daddy had promised to read them two stories instead of just one!

Kathy got Lenore bathed and dressed into her pajamas, then tucked into her bed.
Sure Lenore had put up a fuss, but she had a mother's touch, and knew how to
calm the small one down.

Lenore lie in her bed, scowling after her mother, who had disappeared the hall
to allow Elliot some time with the girls. Kathy was a stay-at-home Mom, and she
felt it necessary to give her Police Officer husband as much time with the girls
as she could.

Breanna lie in her bed, waiting for their Daddy to come. She knew her mother
would've told them they were ready for him, when she went down the hall.

Elliot came in smiling, as for once his oldest had not put up a fuss about going
to bed early. "So what stories shall we read tonight, ladies?"

"Turtles!" Lenore insisted, referring to her favourite book - Teenage Mutnant
Ninja Turtles: ABC's For A Better Planet.

"Bre?" Elliot asked, glancing at his oldest.

"Peter Pan!"

Elliot nodded, and grabbed both books from their bookshelf.

Elliot took a seat on Lenore's bed, and Breanna climbed out of hers and joined
them on Lenore's bed. They usually had this arrangement, as Lenore was usually
first to fall asleep.

Breanna snuggled up against her father on his right, while Lenore snuggled up on
his left.

Elliot opened up the Turtles book, and read that, then started in on Peter Pan
when he had ifnished. Much to his surprise, both his little girls were still
awake at the end of the stories. Breanna he had expected, as she usually went to
bed a little later, but Lenore was still clinging on stubbornly, not wanting to
sleep just yet.

He tucked Breanna into her bed, after tucking Lenore in. He was just leaving the
room, when his littlest called out to him. "Daddy, I'm cold!"

"Daddy'll get you another blanket then, Kiddo," Elliot replied, heading for the
girls' closet.

Breanna watched, biting her lip anxiously. She'd forgotten they'd shoved all
their things in there carelessly.

Elliot opened the closet door, only to have toys, books, puzzles, and clothes
fall down upon him.

He stood there motionless for a moment, taking deep breaths and counting to
himself in an effort to calm his irritation at the situation. Bre, on the other
hand, was trying to hold in her giggles, but they wouldn't stay in, and before
she knew it she was rolling on the floor with laughter.

Lenore peeked out, hearing her sister laugh. She glanced over and giggled some
too - mostly because her sister was doing it.

Elliot turned around. "Would either of you like to explain this to me?"

"We's cleaned, Daddy," Lenore answered innocently. "Bwe said it makes rwoom
clean faster."

Bre swallowed her laughter as Elliot towered over them now, an angry look on his
face. "We were in a hurry. You just said to pick up our room... you didn't say
to clean the closet..."

"Nobody see da cwoset!" Lenore chimed in, still giggling, unaware their father
was angry. She hugged her teddy bear Mr. Stuffles. "An' Daddy, I's still

Kathy, having heard all of the commotion in the girls' room, now poked her head
in side. "Honey, what happened?" She asked.

"Seems these two young ladies decieved us," Elliot replied, pointing to the mess
that now lie upon their floor, in front of the closet. "Apparently, cleaning is
throwing things inside a closet, leaving it to dangerously fall on some
unsuspecting person."

Lenore looked at him, a confused expression upon her small face. What did all
these big words mean?

Breanna chimed in "but you said clean the room, not clean the closet," she
whined. Elliot looked down at her. "You're both getting a spanking for this. 
You know that cleaning your room means putting things in their place, not
shoving them all in the closet."

Lenore's eyes went wide and filled with tears, as she dove under her covers for
protection. Her sister had said it was okay to throw everything in the closet!

"Elliot....." Kathy spoke softly, not wanting to undermine him, but really also
wanting to protect her babies from a spanking. "Is it really necessary?"

"Yes, the girls know that when given a chore, they must do it right, or there
must be a consequence. This isn't the first time we've warned them about
cleaning their room right."

"But Daddy, we're sorry!" Bre shrieked, crying. "We'll do it better next time!"

Lenore could be heard crying under her blankets.

Kathy sighed. "If you must....I will be down the hall." She paused. "Girls,
please don't fight your father on this. Trust that he loves you...." She kissed
Breanna's head, and patted the lump that was Lenore under her covers, then left
the room.

Elliot sighed and said, "Okay, Breanna, you're first."

Bre cried more, but followed her Daddy's directions.

Elliot took her over his lap, and pulled her pajama bottoms down. "You're the
oldest Breanna, and you know disregarding rules and doing your chores wrong is
unacceptable," he lectured, as he brought his hand down on her small bottom with
a loud SMACK.

He gave her some stinging swats to her sit-spots and upper thighs. "You are
supposed to show your sister right from wrong, young lady."

Breanna kicked and squirmed over his lap, as he began to spank her harder. Why
did she always land herself into this position? Why?

"Daddyyyyy, I'm sorryyyy!" she wailed, kicking and crying loudly. "I won't do
it againnnnn!"

"You had better not, or your next spanking will be worse!" Elliot stated firmly,
as he peppered her bottom with a flurry of hard spanks. "I expect more from you,

"Owwwwiesssss, yes sirrrrr!"

"And you are NOT to convince your little sister to do wrong either!" Elliot
added, smacking her sit-spot harder than he had before.

By this time, Breanna was bawling and promising him that she would behave, legs
kicking like crazy.

Elliot finished up the spanking, then scooped his oldest into his arms, hugging
her tightly.

She sniffled, burying her face into his chest. "Daddy, I'm sorry," she cried.

"I know, Baby," Elliot soothed. "I know." He kissed her head, and rocked her a
little, before gently lying her on her bed.

She let him tuck her in, then he moved over to Lenore, who had poked her head
out of the blankets to watch her older sister get spanked, but now was hiding
again. "Lenore," he said, taking the blankets off of her.

Lenore looked up at him pouting, her eyes filling with tears. It was her very
best puppy-dog look. Her lower lip also trembled slightly.

He took a deep breath in, then sat down on her bed. He knew that he had to take
a different approach with his youngest, more sensitive child. It was difficult
sometimes, but he did what he could. "You remember last week when Daddy helped
you clean your room?"

Lenore nodded slightly, after thinknig for a moment. "Uh-huhs...."

"And when we cleaned the room, did we just put everything into the closet?"

"No...." Lenore trailed off, shaking her head, as a couple tears slipped down
her small face.

"What did we do with it?"

"We's putted 'em backs where dey goes," Lenore answered softly. "Dey gots homes
to goes backs too."

"That's right. So why did you not tell Breanna that today whenever you were
cleaning the room?"

"'Cause Bwe saids we's goes park faster, an' I's weally wanted to goes
pway....." Lenore explained softly.

"Sweetie, your job was to clean your room first, then go to the park. You did
not do your job right, and you told us you did. That's lying."

"But Bwe say it o'tay...." Lenore whimpered. "Dey didn'ts wanna goes home today,

"I did not!" Bre shouted from her side of the room.

"You saids to puts 'em in da cwoset!" Lenore argued back. "Dat means it o'tay,
'cause YOU saids so."

Elliot interjected, "Enough!" He sighed and looked at Lenore. "If your sister
tells you something different than what Mommy or Daddy tell you, then you are to
ask us first. You knew that Lenore; you're getting a spanking."

"Buts Dad-dyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!" Lenore wailed, her tears falling freely now. "Dats
no fair! I's don' wants one!"

"You know better than to behave like this," he said finally, knowing that she
would not be as obedient as her older sister about getting over his lap. "Come
on, kiddo, over my lap," he began, taking her arm and helping her across.

Lenore struggled with him, shrieking, as she tried to get away.

Elliot held her down as best as he could. "Lenore, I'm sad that you would lie
to Mommy and me about cleaning your room," he said firmly.

"I's sorry!" Lenore insisted, still struggling some.

"I'm glad to hear that," he said, giving her some mild swats over her nightgown.
"And I hope that you never lie to us again, or you will get spanked again, Young
Lady, do you understand?"

"Yesth!" Lenore cried, not happy at all right now.

He gave her a few final swats, seeing that she was sufficiently sorry, and she
would remember this lesson for a while. With that he picked her up, holding her

Lenore buried her face into her Daddy, sobbing. She didn't like spankings, not
one bit!

Kathy entered the room, moments later, as she'd heard the spankings stop. It was
motherly instinct to ensure her girls were all right, though she knew Elliot
would never seriously harm them.

Elliot kissed Lenore on the forehead then tucked her into bed. "Goodnight
girls," he said.

Lenore snuggled with Mr. Stuffles, and closed her eyes tiredly.

Kathy kissed her youngest child's head, then moved over to her eldest child.

"Night, Mommy," Bre said, giving her a hug and kiss.

"Night Baby, I love you," Kathy replied, hugging her tightly and kissing her
forehead. "Get some rest. We're leaving early in the morning."

Once sure that both girls were in bed for the night, Kathy followed Elliot out
of the room, and down the hall to theirs. She was glad to have married such a
loving man, who only wanted what was best for their two little girls.

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