| Chapter Eight A Visit With Mr. Parker |
| Saturday morning Wendy rose earlier than usual. She couldn’t sleep knowing this would be the day Mr. Parker would be returning. Wendy had hoped Mr. Parker wouldn’t return at all because she feared having to face him. Her worries weren’t relieved any by the stares and whispers of the other children when ever she walked by them. Everyone seemed to know what she had done and they all acted like she had doomed herself do death. “Jessica, I’m scared.” Jessica sat her book down on her bed, then sat next to Wendy. “I wish I could go for you, but I think Mr. Parker knows who you are by now.” “Everyone is scaring me. I don’t want to go see the principal. I don‘t even want to be here at all.” Wendy turned her head away so Jessica couldn’t see her tears. “Wendy, we are never allowed to go to that side of the building. Mr. Parker forbids it and no one has ever broken that rule, until now.” Wendy crawled off the bed, grabbed a small blanket and crawled into the window seat. Jessica sat on her bed and watched Wendy. She really liked her and she wished there were something she could do to get her new room mate out of trouble. As Jessica stood and walked toward Wendy, she heard a knock at their door. Wendy twisted her head around and watched as Jessica opened the door. When Wendy saw Mark at the door, she knew Mr. Parker had indeed returned. "Please don't make me go," she cried when Mark walked into the room. "Wendy, we talked about this. You know you disobeyed, and now you have to tell him. Be a good girl," Wendy turned once again to stare out the window. “It’s a beautiful day. I wish I could go outside,” Wendy felt Marks hand gently touch her arm, then reach for her hand. “It’s time to go.” Wendy looked up. His face looked almost sympathetic. Still he gave her a little tug and she let herself be taken from the safety of the window. Wendy pulled at Marks hand as they walked down the hall and onto the stairs. When they reached the main floor, Wendy could see Mr. Parkers door at the other end of the hall. As they approached the door Wendy tugged again at Marks arm. “Wendy! Behave yourself!“ he scolded as he knocked on the door. “Come in.” A voice echoed through the door. Mark opened the door and pulled Wendy inside the office with him. "Good morning Mark. Good morning Wendy." Morning sir. You are back early, "Mark said. Mr. Parker put down the papers he had been reading and leaned back in his chair. "Well we have a new student coming today and I have some things I needed to do before she arrives. What brings you into my office so early on a Saturday morning," he asked as he smiled at Wendy. "Well Mr. Parker. Wendy had a little problem with the rules on Thursday, and she felt she should be upfront with you about it." "Is this true young lady?" "Yes sir," "Well maybe you had better come over here and tell me just what exactly it is that you had a problem with while I was away.” Wendy looked at Mr. Johnson and then at Mr. Parker. She let go of Marks hand and walked around Mr. Parkers desk, stopping just in front of him. "I, I um, I sort of went into the boys dorm," she replied as she looked right at Mr. Parker. Wendy waited but Mr. Parker sat quietly as he rubbed his chin. “Well This isn’t exactly what I had expected to hear when you walked into my office this morning. Were you not paying attention when I spoke to you about that particular subject Wendy?" he asked as he took hold of her arms. "Yes sir.” Wendy wanted to look at Mark, but she didn’t want Mr. Parker to get angry. “I am disappointed that you chose to disobey me in the manner that you have. I trust you received a spanking from Mark?” “Yes sir,” she replied. “Why did you disobey me?” Wendy glanced at Mark and then back at Mr. Parker. She didn’t want to get David into trouble but she didn’t want to be punished either. She looked down at the floor. “I can’t tell you,” she replied. “Shocked at such a reply, Mr. Parker gave Wendy a little shake to bring her attention back to him. “Did I just hear disobedience in a little girl that is already in so much trouble? Now why did you disobey me and go into the boys dorm? Wendy looked at Mr. Parker and said. “David. I went to see David cause he got a whippen and I wanted to see if he was ok.” “Is that why you went there?” Mr. Parker asked. Wendy turned her head just enough so she could see the faces of both Mark and Mr. Parker. “Yes sir,” she replied. “But David got mad at me for coming up there and he told me to get back downstairs and to never come up there again.” “Well I’m pleased that he knows how to obey a little,” Mark replied. “I hope that is everything,” Mr. Parker asked. Wendy looked at Mark. “Go on. Tell him the rest.” When Wendy looked at Mr. Parker he had scooted a little closer to the edge of his chair. “There’s more?” “Yes sir.” “Well, let’s have it then.” “When I got caught coming down the stairs, I lied and told Mr. Michael’s my name was Jenna.” “Direct disobedience and a lie as well?” Close to tears, Wendy replied. “Yes sir.” “Well Wendy, Under normal circumstances if I had been here, you would have been brought directly to me and I would have punished you. I would like to consider the punishment you were already given, sufficient. However, If I accept the punishment you already received, then the other children might think such rules can be broken while I’m away and they won’t have to face me. I can not tolerate the breaking of my rules.” Mr. Parker took Wendy’s hand and led her back to the front of his desk. “You see those steps there in front of my desk?” “Yes sir.” “When children are naughty enough to be brought to me for discipline, I require them to step up and bend over my desk. I bare their bottoms and give them a taste of the strap. Is that what you deserve Wendy?” Wendy’s tummy had knotted up as Mr. Parker scolded. She looked at Mark for rescue, but he stood firm and pointed to Mr. Parker. Knowing what she was expected to say, she replied. “Yes sir.” Mr. Parker took Wendy’s hand and guided her up the two small steps. Wendy stared down at the large oak top desk. Mr. Parker put his hand one Wendy’s shoulder and he guided her over the desk. Wendy felt her dress lift up and laid on the small of her back. As she felt someone reach for, and gently pull down her panties, she began to cry. “Step out,” Mr. Parker ordered. Wendy lifted one foot, then the other. She could feel the chill of the room as goose bumps collected on her tiny bottom. Still over the desk, she could hear Mr. Parker unbuckle his belt. The swoosh it made as it left the loops of his pants made Wendy cry out loud. She closed her eyes as tight as she could as she awaited the first lick, but it never came. She continued to lay over the desk until she heard Mr. Parker call to her. “Stand up young lady!” Wendy sucked in a breath, then pushed herself from the desk and wiped her tears. As she stood, her dress fell and covered her bottom, She turned and faced Mr. Parker. He still had the belt in his hand and although she wasn’t sure what his intensions were, she knew it still involved some kind of punishment. Mr. Parker lifted the belt and shook it just inches away from Wendy’s face. “If I ever see you in this office again for such disobedience, the strap is exactly what you will get. Do I make myself clear young lady?” “Wendy answered the best she could with the tears running down her cheeks and the lump in her throat. “Yes sir.” Mr. Parker sat the belt down on the top of his desk, then reached up and took hold of Wendy’s hand. She stepped down and went with Mr. Parker as he lead her back around his desk and took a seat in his large leather overstuffed office chair. “You escaped a strapping today, but you didn’t escape a spanking.” Mr. Parker pulled Wendy across his knee.” She threw her hands down as Mr. Parker positioned her over his left knee and pinned her legs under his right leg. Though it turned out in her best interest to only be getting spanked instead of strapped, the tears and cries resumed. Wendy once again felt her dress being lifted, but this time their would be no reprieve. Mr. Parker began spanking right on Wendy’s sit spot. Wendy jumped and yelped with each smack. She knew how lucky she was, to not be getting the strap and as much as she wanted to reach back to protect her bottom, she knew she couldn’t. Wendy held onto Mr. Parkers pant leg with her right hand and covered her mouth with her felt to muffle her cries. Wendy wasn’t sure just how badly a strapping could be, but she knew Mr. Parkers hand seemed to be having no problems with the painful stinging spanks. Mr. Parker continued as he moved from her sit spot to the backs of Wendy’s legs where he moved back and forth until he had given ten spanks. He quickly moved the punishment to Wendy’s bottom cheeks. Wendy wailed as his hand moved with the speed of light covering each cheek until it turned a nice shade of red. Suddenly Wendy felt Mr. Parker lift her from his lap and help her find her footing. She felt better as her dress fell to cover her bottom, but she stood in front of Mr. Parker with both fists rubbing her eyes as tears fell from behind each hand. Suddenly Wendy felt someone’s hand lift her chin and she dropped one of her hands so she could see. “I hope you’ve learned your lesson young lady and I trust I won’t be seeing you in here again?” “Yes sir. I have and no I won’t be coming back,” she cried. Mr. Parker reached over and picked up Wendy’s panties. “You will go to your room now and dress for bed. You are to stay there the rest of the day,” he scolded as he handed her panties to her. “I suggest you think before you do things young lady. I will send Jessica up in about an hour with something for your bottom. Goodnight Wendy. Wendy knew she had just been excused, so she quickly returned to Mark and took hold of his hand. “Wendy?” Mr. Parker called just as she reached the door. “Yes sir.” Wendy turned just in time to see Mr. Parker reach over and pick up the belt. “Remember Wendy.” He lifted the belt and smacked it down on the desk. Wendy jumped as the awful sound filled the room. Wendy held onto Marks hand and carried her panties in the other as they walked down the long halls of Barrington. Wendy cried and wiped tears from her face with the sleeve of her blouse as they passed children in the hall. She didn’t care that she hadn’t replaced her panties, her bottom felt like it had been set on fire and the last thing she wanted to do, was cover it with anything. Mark took Wendy all the way to her room and opened the door for her. “Get changed into your pajamas and I will be back in a couple minutes.” Mark closed the door. Wendy stood just inside the door and cried. She looked around the room, then finally went to her dresser and pulled out a loose fitting gown. She stepped out of her shoes and socks, then slipped off her jumper and pulled off her blouse. She tossed them into the hamper and slipped on the cool cotton gown. She reached down and pulled the gown tight against her bottom. The cool cloth felt good against her hot stinging skin. When the bedroom door opened again, Wendy quickly let the gown hang free. “Lunch is in a little over an hour and if you like, I will send Jessica up with it.” Wendy shook her head no. “Can I have something to help my bottom now?” “No you may not. In about an hour or so you may have something to soothe it, but for now I think it will do you some good to feel the sting of Mr. Parker‘s spanking. Wendy started to cry again. “It hurts really bad.” “I know it does. I just hope you don’t forget how it feels. I don’t want to see you wind up over Mr. Parkers desk with the strap teaching you a lesson. I need to attend to things now and you need to be by yourself for a while. You may leave only to use the bathroom.” Mark hugged Wendy, then left. Wendy crawled onto her bed and curled into a half circle. She gathered a corner of her hand made quilt that covered her bed and held it tight. She closed her eyes and cried. |
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