The Swimming Pool

School was finally out, and we now had the freedom of the whole summer to do what ever we wished. Mom and Dad worked every day, and I was in charge of my three little sisters. We were thirteen, nine, seven and five.  Sometime we would fight, but we never told Mom and Dad, because we didn't want Grandma over telling us what to do for the whole summer. We lived in the country and there wasn't much to do. Sometimes we would walk on the fire trail that was between our house and the railroad tracks. It led into our little town, and that was the only way we could get there. We would pretend that we were orphans and were trying to find a new home. We had a big barn that we could play in, and the loft was sort of fun, too. The best thing of all that we had, was our great big pool in the back yard. It was the above the ground kind, and in the winter, Dad would put a cover on it. Summer was  upon us however, and it was time for the cover to come off. "You ask," replied Kelli, as we stood outside our parents' bedroom door. "No way, you ask him," I replied. "Ok girls, what do you want?" Dad asked as he walked into the kitchen and continued to put on his tie. "Dad, When can we go swimming?" I asked. "I don't have to work on Saturday until in the afternoon, so I will take the cover off in the morning," he replied with a smile "But Dad, it's so hot already, and Saturday is five days away," I replied. "Well I'm sorry girls, I am just to busy to do it before then, so you will just have to wait," he replied. "Dad, we can do it,"I replied, following him upstairs, with each of my sisters behind me. "Absolutely not. There is water on top of the cover, and all kinds of debris from the trees, and it's to heavy," he replied, as he continued to look for the right shoes. "But dad!" I begged. "I can do it." "Tessa," he called, as he stood up, took hold of my arm, and led me to the upstairs window that looked down onto the pool. "The cover is full of water and junk. It is to heavy and you will wait until Saturday. Is that understood? "Yes sir," I replied. for I knew not to push my father to far. After my father left for work, we were all depressed about having to wait until Saturday for the pool.  we did nothing all day long, as it was way to hot to even go outside, unless it was to go swimming. As the days went by, it just kept getting hotter and hotter, and we wanted so bad to go swimming. The week dragged on, and there was no reprieve from the hot sun. We had survived three days, but I couldn't take it any longer. I remembered what Dad had said to me. I rarely ever disobeyed him, but this called for drastic measures. I seated myself outside and stared at the pool.  My  younger sister Tara came out and sat beside me. "What are you thinking?" she asked. "It is so hot out, and I can't wait until saturday to go swimming," I replied. "But Tessa, You know what dad said, he said we had to wait," she replied. "I know, but we can get it off. There isn't that much water on top any more. It evaporated, well some of it did," I replied. "Are you sure?" she asked. "You want to go swimming don't you?" I asked. "Kelli, We're going swimmingggggg!" shouted Tara. Kelli and Krista came running from the house, jumping up and down. Krista was to young to help, so Tara  and I unhooked the cover and decided if we just pulled it over to one side, all of the water and junk would run to the other side, and slide off of the cover.  We unhooked it from the end, and as we started down each side, we continued to unhook the sides. "This is heavy," groaned Tara as we got about to the center of the pool. "Keep pulling, I screeched, "don't let go." "But it's not running off," replied Tara. "Kelli, hurry, come over here and hold on." She took my place, and I ran around to the other end, unhooked the cover and started pulling it toward me, but it wasn't moving. "I can't hold it," cried Kelli, "Hold on," I yelled, but it was to late, the slippery wet cover slipped from her tiny hands, and when it did, it yanked from Tara's hands as well.  Everything on top of the cover disappeared into the pool. "Ohhh myyy god," cried Kelli, now what do we do? It's all yucky. Tara and I just stood there looking at all the slimy junk  and leaves, that were now in the bottom of our pool. "My baby sister walked over, climbed the ladder and looked inside. "Ohhh gross, bad bad Tessa's gonna get a spanking." "It then hit me, Krista was right. she was only five, but she knew how Dad was when he told you not to do something and you did it anyway.  I suddenly didn't feel very grown up, and I left my sisters beside the pool as I ran to my room crying. As I lay on my bed in a puddle of tears, I heard my sisters come into my room. Krista crawled up beside me and put her arms around me. Kelli stroked my hair and told me it would be ok. "No it's not," scolded Tara, as she stood in the doorway. "I don't know why you didn't listen to Daddy. You always think you can do stuff, even when he says no, and now look. Except for Krista, we are all gonna get spanked," she replied. When the reality of her words sunk into Kelli, she smacked me. "Why didn't you do what Daddy said?" she cried as she ran to her bed in tears. Boy, I had really messed up, disobeyed Dad, and got my little sisters in trouble. We all stayed in our rooms the rest of the day and didn't speak to each other. It was almost time for Dad to come home. Mom usually came home shortly after Dad, but for once, I wished he would be late, so I could tell Mom first. I crawled from my bed, and left my room. As I passed by my sisters rooms, they asked me what we were going to do. "It's my fault. I did it, you didn't know, so keep your little mouths closed. If Dad asks, you didn't help me." They looked at each other and agreed not to say a word. They were my little sisters, it was my idea, and they shouldn't be punished for following me. I sat on the stairs, and they stayed in their rooms. I peeked at the pool a couple more times, and it always looked worse each time. The water was now brown, and the leaves and pine cones were floating on the top of the water. I then heard Dad pull into the driveway, enter through the garage and into the kitchen. I took a deep breath, and as I took each step, I wondered how bad the spanking would be, If he would use his hand, or if this disobedience had earned me his belt. As I entered the dining room, he was poring some juice into a glass "Daddy," I called as I  tried not to get to close just yet. "What is it princess?" he asked. "I, I um I, I'm sorry Daddy," I murmered out as I looked toward the back window. "Tessa, what did you do that you are sorry for?" he asked. "With out saying a word, I pointed to the back yard. My father turned and looked out the kitchen window, and when he looked back at me, I knew my fate was sealed. My father came toward me and I went toward him. He clutched my arm and we quickly headed out the door to the pool. He was squeezing my arm as he looked into the pool. "Why did you do that?" he asked as he shook me slightly. "We wanted to go swimming," I stated. "I told you to wait Tessa, and you didn't. I told you the cover was to heavy, but you think I don't know these things. You decide that you know more than me. Look Tessa, look," he replied as he pointed to the pool. "I work twelve hours a day. I am to tired to deal with this when I come home. That is why I said Saturday Tessa, Saturday. You disobeyed me." {Smack} Owwww  {Smack-Smack-Smack} Owww Daddy, oww He only gave me four smacks, but they still stung my bottom. He was mad, and I could tell by the way he led me back into the house, and as he pulled me up the stairs, I thought to myself  that those four smacks we just out of frustration. The real spanking was just a second away.  He took me to my room and let go. "Don't you come out of this room until I call for you, got it?" he yelled. "Yes sir," I replied through my hiccups and tears. I laid on my bed for what seemed like forever, and I never heard him ask my sisters anything. I then heard my Dad call me to come downstairs. By this time my Mom was home, and when I walked through the kitchen, she asked me if I was ok, and that Daddy wanted me outside. When I went out there, Daddy had changed into shorts and a tank top. He was very tan and  had real strong looking arms and legs. I knew by the look on his face, that I was still in deep trouble. He had pulled the filter and plug on the pool and let most of the water drain out. "Tessa, come here," he said in a stern voice. When I stood in front of him, his lecture continued.  "The pool has to be drained all the way, and you are going to get inside and suck all the water out with the shop vac." I quickly crawled into the pool and stood in about 8 inches of water. Daddy and I worked hard for over two hours to get the water from the pool. I got every drop out, and I crawled from the pool. "Tessa, come here," he called again. I quickly obeyed. "Do you understand why I said you had to wait? he asked. "Yes sir, I know now. "When you make a mess, you have to clean it up," he replied. He then handed me a bucket of water and a small scrub brush, and I spent the next 2 hours scrubbing the entire liner of the pool. Daddy was really making me understand. I was alone during this time and had plenty of time to think about obeying my father in the future  Soon Daddy returned and he sprayed the liner off. We then had to suck the remaining water from the pool. It was now close to nine, I was tired and wanted bed. I watched as Daddy dumped the last of the water from the vaccum. I stood there waiting for him to tell me it was ok to come out, Daddy was putting the water hose back, so the pool could fill during the night. "Tessa," my father called, as he motioned with his finger. "I hope you understand that this could have been avoided, if you had just obeyed me." "Yes sir," I replied. "You made the mess, and that is why you had to clean it up. Do you understand that?" he asked. "Yes sir,"  I replied. For the first time since I crawled into the pool, I knew cleaning it wasn't the punishment that Daddy had in mind. I knew I was still going to get a spanking. I hoped that it had been but I knew that it wasn't Daddy took me by the arm, and we headed back into the house.  As we approached the stairs, I slightly turned to ascend them, but Daddy pulled me past them  and right into their room, and he shut the door behind us.  He picked me up and seated me on their bed. He once again began to scold me about not following what he had made perfectly clear just 3 days earlier. "Stay put," he ordered, as he turned to their closet. When Daddy pulled his hand from the closet, he was holding one of his black leather belts, and I began to cry. "Ohhh Daddy, please don't whip me, I said I was sorry. I cleaned the pool. Daddy noooooo," I yelled as he folded the belt in half and walked over to me. "Tessa, why are you in this situation?" he asked as he stood holding the belt. "Because I didn't obey you," I replied. "That's right, you disobeyed me." he replied. "You have done it quite often lately. In subtle little ways and I have let it slide. I shouldn't have done that and I'm not going to make that mistake again." He pulled me from the bed, turned me around, and told me to unbutton my shorts. I started crying more now, but knew Daddy was serious, so I undid my pants. Daddy pushed me slightly over the bed and brought the belt down on my still somewhat covered bottom. This is only the second time he had ever whipped me, and I forgot how much it really stung. "Ohhh owww oww Daddy," I cried as he continued with the belt. After a few more wacks, Daddy stopped. I felt him grab my shorts and pull them down. I started crying more and begged him to stop. He once again raised the belt, and this time it had quite a different sound as it made contact with my bare behind. I yelped and screeched as Daddy laid eight very swift stings with the belt on my unprotected bottom. When Daddy stopped, I heard him in the closet, but I remained bent over the bed, afraid to stand with out permission. I heard my dad leave the room. I finally crawled onto their bed after I pulled my pants up. I cried like a baby into their pillows. A few minutes later, my father entered the room again and called me from their bed. I went to him a very obedient child, and he wrapped his arms around me. "I'm sorry Daddy, I'm so sorry," I said as I continued to cry. "I hate whipping you, I hate it, but when you defy me like you did today, I have no choice. Please behave Tessa." I shook my head yes, and Daddy took me up to my room, tucked me in and kissed me goodnight. "I love you Tessa," he replied as he turned out the light. What had happened to me was my fault, and from now on, I would wait for Daddy to uncover the pool. the end P.S. All of what took place in this story is pretty much based on fact. I didn't get spanked. I wasn't his child and I was to old (hehehe) I did a stupid thing by not waiting for him to uncover the pool. It was a summer babysitting job and he did clutch my arm and did he ever scold me. yelled if I remember correctly.  I was worried and i felt terrible. It takes a long time to drain a huge pool and scrub the entire lining with a brush. It was a mistake that I knew I would never do again.