The Price Of Disobedience
Sunday night as Wendy lay in bed, she realized she had spent her first two days at Barrington, and it hadn’t been as bad as she thought. The people were very nice and the kids all seemed to like where they were. She was nervous about school. What would her teachers be like. Would she be able to do the work? She tossed and turned until she drifted off to sleep. Wendy knew she needed to help Sarah get ready but she wanted to make sure she had enough time for herself, so she woke early. When she entered Sarah’s room, Emily stood over Sarah with her uniform in hand. Sarah stayed hidden under her bed covers.
"Sarah you get dressed now before I go and get daddy," Emily scolded.
"No you won't go and get him," Wendy said. "I will get her ready."
"She is all yours, good luck," she replied as she tossed Sarah's clothes on the bed and left the room.
"No no no no no," Sarah cried as Wendy approached with her clothes.
"Yes yes yes yes yes," Wendy mimicked as she sat on Emily's bed while holding out Sarah's clothes.
Sarah sat there looking at Wendy, Wendy gave Sarah a look telling her that she had to get dressed. Sarah started laughing at Wendy, took the clothes from her and put them on. As she watched, she couldn’t help but wonder if she had gotten in over her head with Sarah. She did love her, but Sarah was indeed a handful.
A few days had gone by and the weekend fast approached. Wendy had almost survived a week in her new surroundings and things were becoming more clear to her. Her classes were tough and the teachers were very strict. It had been a lot tougher than she thought. She had so much more homework to do as well. Still, Barrington Hall didn't seem all that bad, and although her guardian seemed strict, she was beginning to feel that he was more bark than bite. Her so called
siblings were very helpful to her, but David still constantly reminded her that she was going to get her bottom spanked one of these days. At first it scared her, but as the week went by, she had come to the conclusion that he was just being a big brother and trying to keep her on her toes, so she wouldn't get punished. He liked her, and that was all there was to it. She thought fond of him for caring about her so much. Wendy had heard that in the few days since her arrival, there had been spanking. She hadn't seen or heard any, except with little Sarah. That evening as she, and her other sisters headed into the dining hall for dinner, she noticed her brothers had seated themselves in a group around a table near one of the windows. David wasn't with them. As she waited in line for her dinner, she couldn't help but watch. She left her place in line and wandered to their table.
"Where is David you guys," she asked.
The boys just looked at each other and didn't know if they should say, but as Wendy threatened to punch someone, Matthew spilled the beans.
"He is in trouble," he replied. "Dad beat his ass!!!"
"Shut up stupid," Nathan yelled, as he jabbed him with his elbow.
"Why,?" she asked.
"Look miss smarty pants who thinks she can save everyone. Just leave it alone. David has gotten whooped before and he will again, so there isn't anything you can do. You don't know David, he is a risk taker, and that don't set to well with Dad," Nathan said.
Wendy got back in line for her dinner. As she ate in silence, she contemplated just how she was going to check on David, without anyone knowing or finding out that she was in the boys dorm. She knew the punishment for this particular disobedient act, but she wanted to see David. After they ate, she asked Jessica if she would watch Sarah, because she had something to do.
"Nathan, what room is David in," she asked.
"No way. Don't even think about it," he replied.
"Nathan, I won't get caught, just tell me which room. I won't give in until you
tell me, and if I have to open every door I will"
"Oh that will work, miss I won't get caught," he teased.
As she started to walk away, Nathan gave in and told her which room. She walked down the hall and into the boys corridor and up to the second floor. She passed two boys along the way, who sarcastically asked her if she had gotten lost. Wendy knew she had no time to waste, so she ignored them and kept walking. When she got to David's door, she gave it a light knock. When he answered and saw her there, he yanked her inside.
"Well I hope you know what you have just done stupid. I knew it wouldn't be long before you got yourself all lined up for a spanking, but you just had to go for the big one didn't you," he scolded.
Wendy stood there as he scolded her. He was in his pajamas, face all red from crying, and he wasn't quite standing right. He was standing sort of bent over.
“Matt told me that Mr. Johnson whipped you.”
"ya, you could say that. Dad gave me thirty licks with his belt, but Wendy, I've been whipped before, and I can deal with it, I can't deal with you getting it, so go now," he ordered, as he peeked out to see if it was clear. "I will see you in three days. That’s when my confinement is up ok?" Then he swiftly pushed her out the door.
Wendy scurried as fast as her little legs would carry her. She had taken off her shoes, so as to not be heard walking down the hall. When Wendy reached the bottom of the stairs she ran to the entrance that would lead her to safety. She had just made it when she heard someone call to her.
"Young lady, stop right where you are," he ordered.
Her heart sank as she turned to face her certain fate
"What is your name and what were you doing in the boys dorm," he asked.
She knew she couldn't tell and get David in more trouble, so she lied. She rattled off some other girls name to him that she had heard earlier and asked if she could go.
"No young lady, you may not go. You are not Jenna, and I know this because
Jenna is my child, and you are not her."
He grabbed Wendy by the arm and they headed down the hall in search of her father. Dinner had finished and most of the children were settling in the social room. As they entered, Wendy saw Mark playing a game of ping pong with Jacob and Rebecca. The man continued to hold Wendy by the arm until he placed her in front of her parental figure.
"Young lady, it appears to me that you might be in a bit of trouble from the look on Mr. Michaels face. Do you care to explain why he looks so angry?”
Wendy didn't respond, she knew she was going to get punished and she wasn't going to go down with out a fight. She certainly wasn't going to volunteer any information. Her father took hold of her chin and once again asked her. Still, Wendy remained silent. The entire room had become silent as well.
“Wendy, you had your chance to explain,” Mark scolded as he turned to Mr. Michaels.
"Your child was seen coming from the second floor of the boys dorm and when I asked her who she was, she lied to me. I trust that you will deal with it since Mr. Parker is gone until Saturday.
"Were you there,?" he asked in amazement. "And don't you dare lie to me."
“Wendy shook her head yes. Several of the children in the room gasp at her answer.
“You my dear, are in very serious trouble,” Mark scolded. “Go to your room!”
Wendy turned and looked at all the children who were starring at her. She turned and ran as fast as she could. She ran down the hall, up the stairs, down yet another hall and into the safety of her room. She threw herself onto her bed and wept into her pillow. Wendy’s tears soaked her pillow and her cries filled the room so much that she didn’t hear the door open. Jessica had come in and sat down on the bed beside her. In her hand she had a little girls blue gown.
"Wendy," she said in a very soft concerning voice. I need to get you in this pajama, so get up ok."
Wendy wiped her tears and crawled from her bed. She starred at Jessica as she helped her take off her jumper and white blouse. Jessica held open the little blue gown and Wendy put her arms through the holes in the front. Jessica took her by the shoulders and turned her around. She tied the three ties in the back that kept the gown secure.
“How come I have to wear this?“ she asked.
Because Daddy said so.“
After she finished with the ties, Jessica put her arms around Wendy to comfort her. Wendy put her head on Jessica, and cried. Finally Jessica got her to calm down a bit.
"Wendy, What were you thinking?" She asked. "Why did you go into the boys dorm?"
"I, I had to see David," she said as she hiccupped her words.
"You don't get it, do you? you are in so much trouble with dad," Jessica scolded. "You can't ever go into the boys dorm, ever, and you can't keep checking on people when they are in trouble. Don't tell Daddy I talked to you. Just tell him a gave you these pj's and that’s it. When I come up to bed, if you want me to, I will put something on your bottom for you," Jessica said
"Will I need something for my bottom?”
“When Daddy’s done punishing you tonight, you’re going to need something for your bottom.“
Wendy started to cry all over again. “I didn’t know. Please don’t let him whip me.” Wendy buried her face into Jessica’s shoulder.
Wendy felt very weak and wanted her grandmother more than ever before. Please help me granny, she said to herself. get me out of here and fast. She closed her eyes and tried to calm herself. She imagined her grandma holding her and giving her the strength that she would need to endure her upcoming punishment. Why did she have to disobey, she didn't feel that she had been all that naughty.
She just cared about David is all. A sudden knock at the door, brought her from her deep thoughts. I have to be brave she told herself as she looked at the door. Wendy knew her destiny was set and that no amount of begging would save her from her fathers punishment. As the door opened, Wendy took a deep breath and released it.
“Jessica. Go downstairs.”
Jessica rushed from the room as Mr. Johnson entered and closed the door behind him. With his hands on his waist, he inquired as to why she disobeyed and entered the boys dorm.
"Wendy, did you go to see David?" he asked.
"Yes sir," she cried
"Young lady, not only did you disobey a rule of this school, but you lied when asked. You could have gotten an innocent girl strapped. Are you proud of that," he asked, as he reached down and wiped the tears from her face
"No sir," she replied.
"When Mr. Parker gets back on Saturday, you will have to face him, but tonight you have to face me. You knew what you were doing, when you went up there, and you are to be punished."
Wendy stood there in front of Mr. Johnson and watched him unbuckle his belt and pull it from his pants. It was long, thin and well worn, probably from all of the use. He had ordered her to remove her underwear and that she would receive ten swats on her bare bottom. She couldn't help but think that it would sting like nothing ever had before. She panicked, and as he reached for her, she jumped away from him and ran to her bed.
"Young lady, this is not the way to behave, so I suggest you get over here to me right now!!" he scolded.
Wendy knew that he would eventually get her, but she had decided she wasn't going to volunteer her bottom to another spanking from a belt ever again. She made every attempt to avoid her capture, but as she tried her hardest, he clutched
her by the arm as she jumped from her bed to Jessica's and back again.
"Nooooo," she screeched as he yanked her from a standing position on the bed, to one on the floor. Wendy struggled with all of her might, but Mark had enough of her disobedience. She was a strong little thing, but needed to learn her lesson about what happens to defiant children of one Mr. Mark Johnson. He seated himself on Wendy’s bed and pulled her across his knee. Wendy couldn’t move her right arm as it seemed to be wrapped around Marks right side. Mark grabbed her left arm and pinned it to her back as he lifted his left leg and pinned her wiggling legs and feet. Wendy realized no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t move.
“Please don’t whip me,” she wailed as her head hung over his right leg. “I’m sorry.” Wendy closed her eyes tight and waited for the first lick of the belt, as she continued to wiggle about and beg not to be punished the best she could. After five minutes or so of begging, she realized not one lick of the belt had been laid upon her, though she remained pinned over Marks lap. Finally after several minutes, Wendy quieted down.
“Wailing and thrashing about as you are, doesn’t help you much.“ Mark scolded in a soft but firm voice. When you are done doing so, please let me know.“
Wendy didn’t know what to think of this man. He hadn’t hit her or yelled at her. He hadn’t even beat her. Instead he held her over his knee. His voice seemed calm and loving. Though tears were still flowing, Wendy stopped struggling and rested her head on the edge of the bed.
“Wendy Are you listening to me?“
“Yes sir.“ she cried.
“Disobedience can’t be tolerated and lies can be tolerated even less by my children. I won’t punish a fighting child, for a fighting child hasn’t accepted what she has done as wrong. You were made aware of this particular rule and by your own choice, you chose to disobey. When you disobey, you must accept the consequences. Are you ready yet?“
“Nooooo, Wendy cried.
Mark held onto Wendy as she continued to stay across his knee. With his left hand, Mark reached over and untied two of the three strings that held the back of her gown closed.
“No! Wendy cried as she felt the strings coming undone.
Mark untied the third string and let the gown fall away from Wendy’s bottom. “You have ten licks coming and I think it’s best to get them out of the way.
Wendy started crying as she felt Marks body shift. A second later, Wendy felt a fire in her bottom like no other and a screech escaped her and she grabbed the bed cover with her right hand. Three licks from the belt came one after the other, then Mark paused. Just as Wendy started to collect herself, she felt his body shift again, followed by two stinging spanks. Wendy’s cries resurfaced. Mark let her calm herself yet again before landing two more smacks to her uncovered bottom. This was the longest spanking Wendy had ever gotten and she caught herself wishing he would just get it over with. Mark waited a couple more minutes, then quickly finished with three swift licks. Wendy couldn’t stop crying for her bottom stung worse than aver before in her life. She felt Mark tie her gown closed then he swiftly pulled her to her feet. Mark stood up and wrapped his arms around her. Mark reached over and turned down Wendy’s bed. He took her by the arm and helped her crawl into bed.
“I’m sorry you had to be spanked tonight. In a little bit, Jessica will be up and she may put a cold cloth on your bottom. After it cools then she will put something on it to help the sting, but Jessica, other than needing to use the girls bathroom, you are in bed for the night. Do you understand?”
Though she had been placed on her tummy toward the wall, she could still hear him. “Yes sir,” she cried.
Wendy found her question had indeed been answered. Mark wasn’t anyone she wanted to mess with and she would never again go into the boys dorm.