DSP-- Megan: The Fishing Trip

Meggie was excited. Daddy was downstairs getting everything together to go
fishing. Her mother had had to work today- which was unusual for a Saturday-
and her Daddy had promised to take her to do something special since it was
just the two of them. She couldn't wait.
Running downstairs, with her sneakers in her hand, she saw that he had
all the gear they would need stacked against the door and he was packing a
big picnic basket for lunch. She grinned up at him as he spread peanut
butter on a piece of bread for her sandwich.
"I need help, Daddy," she said holding up a Big Bird shoe," My laces
is all in a knot." He smiled down at her and told her to sit at the kitchen
table and he'd get it in a second. She scurried up in a chair to wait.
"Is we gonna catch lots of fishies Daddy?" she asked as she waited for
him.
"I hope so, sweetie. Mommy will be really surprised," he answered as
he finished packing the basket and sat next to her to fix her sneaker. "Mommy
loves to eat fish." Megan wrinkled her nose. She wanted pet fishies, not
eating fishies. Her Daddy laughed at her and kissed her on her tiny wrinkled
nose.
"You all ready to go?" he asked, picking up the basket and opening
the door to the garage.
"Yesssssss," she yelled as she ran in front of him , to his truck.
She'd been borned ready.......
He laughed and opened the door so she could climb into her seat.
He quickly finished loading the fishing gear and picnic supplies into the
truck and buckled her in. Meggie kicked her feet impatiently. She hated
waiting for grown ups.
The drive there was short. They lived not to far away from the lake
where he had planned to go fishing that day. As soon as he had parked he
looked over at her in her child seat. "Now Megan, we need to talk about
something before we go out there. You have got to be sure to listen to Daddy
today, OK? You can't go in the water unless I am right there with you. I know
you took swimming lessons, but the water here gets deep in places and I don't
want to take any chances. Do you understand?"
Meggie nodded. Anything to get out of this stupid truck, she thought.
"OK," he said and he reached over and unbuckled her seat. She scurried out.
She waited patiently( or as patiently as Megan ever waited) as he unloaded
and lead her over to a big tree. He sat out the blanket he had brought and
laid the picnic basket down on it. Then he got his big fishing pole ready and
baited her little Tweety Bird pole. Carrying them both, he told her to
follow him into the lake.
Meggie ran and jumped in the cool water. "Here fishies!!!!OHHHHhh
fishies come hereeeeeeeeeee," she called as she reached in the water. She was
determined to catch herself a fishie.
Daddy laughed. "You are going to scare away the poor fishies,
honey. Here hold you pole and be really quiet. I'm sure you'll catch one
that way."
She took her pole and held it still. Stupid fishies, she thought,
don't come when you call them. What kind of pet was that???Suddenly, the
little red and white ball on the end of her line started bobbing up and down.
"Daddy look!" she screamed and pointed. Her daddy showed her how to
reel the little fish in. She grinned as she saw the tiny perch on the end of
her line. "I catched one! Look!!!!!! A fishie!!!!!!!" He smiled down at her
as he pulled it off her pole.
"You sure did, hon. You are a good fisherman."
"I ain't a fisherMAN - i is a fisherKID," she said with a glare. Kyle
tried hard not to laugh. "OK OK a good fisherkid," he agreed," You a hungry
fisherkid, yet?"
Meggie eyed the fish on her pole warily. "For peanut butter samiches
I might be." She watched the fishie wiggle on her pole.
"We aren't going to eat your fish, honey. You want to let him go
back to his mommy?" Kyle asked.
Meggie nodded her little head. She did not want to eat the cute
little fishie. It was just a baby fishie anyway, it should be with its mommy
really. She handed Daddy her pole and watched him set the little guy free.
"Bye fishie." she called out and waved. Then she followed Daddy up to
the blanket.
She was surprised at how hungry she really was. (And Kyle was as
always, amazed at how much such a tiny person could eat.) She ate her
sandwich, some chips, some apple slices, and finally spotted the chocolate
chip cookies Daddy had packed. He laughed as she grabbed the bag, a huge
grin on her face. Megan would live off of cookies if she was allowed.
"Just 2 cookies right now, baby." he said as she pulled the bag
open. She decided not to argue. He had said now- that implied that more
cookies would come later.
"Is we gonna fish some more, Daddy?' she asked him, watching him as
he finished up his meal.
"We will in just a bit, honey. I can't let you catch the only fish
today, now can I?'" he said with a laugh. Meggie giggled. She was proud to
have caught a fishie. But she felt kind of bad that he Daddy hadn't caught
one , too.
Suddenly, they both heard the ringing of Daddy's cell phone. He
had left it in the truck. He stood up and looked down at Meggie. " Can I
trust you to sit here and not go back in the water?" He asked. " I'm just
going to go right there to the truck and get my phone and come right back.
Just in case that was Mommy calling to check on us."
"Yes, Sir." Megan answered. But she was busy planning something.
She watched as Daddy walked quickly over to his truck, which was not parked
very far away.
Megan felt bad about Daddy not catching a fish yet. She knew he'd
be so proud of her if she caught another one for him. Grabbing a cookie she
headed for the water. She had a feeling that fishies probably liked cookies
as much as she did. Who didn't like chocolate? She would just go wade in the
water, offer the fishie a cookie and catch one really fast. And then Daddy
would be so happy. Made perfect sense to her.
She glanced over at Daddy as she waded in. He was busy digging the
phone out from under some toys. She held the cookie under the water and
waded in a little bit deeper. She felt her foot go down and suddenly she was
falling. Down Down Down. She panicked as she realized that she must have
stepped in a hole or on a drop off. Trying desperately to remember how to
doggy paddle she managed to get her head above water for a second and yell
for help. "DADDY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Kyle heard her screaming and dropped the phone. He had been on his
way back and was looking for her when he saw her bob back up to the surface
and heard her terrified voice. He ran for the lake. She wasn't too far out
and he reached her quickly , scooping her up in his big strong arms.
Meggie was crying and sputtering. and clinging to her Daddy. She
had never felt so happy to see him. He hugged her tightly to him. "Are you
OK, baby?" He asked as he sat her down on the blanket and looked her over.
She was still clutching the now very soggy cookie. All she could do was nod
and sob.
Once he had satisfied himself that she was all right, he looked
down at her sternly."Megan Elise, did I tell you NOT to go near the water
without me?"
She nodded. Both of her names, this was not good......
"And did you promise me that you would stay here while I went to
get the phone out of the truck?'
"Yes, Sir."
He began picking things up and she realized that they were
leaving."I don't wanna gooooooo, Daddy!" she screamed. He looked down at her
with obvious displeasure.
"Then you should have listened, shouldn't you? You and I are
going to have a little talk when we get home, too. I TOLD you NOT to go near
the water. You could have drowned."
Megan did not want to hear that. She wanted to stay and finish
fishing. She didn't want to leave and she certainly didn't want to have a
"talk" with Daddy. She threw herself on the ground and cried. "I wanna
stay....I ain't goin home. NO!"
Daddy merely looked down at her, bent down and picked her up, and
stuck her in the truck. Without a word. She could tell by the look on his
face that she was in BIG trouble. She cried and kicked her feet against her
plastic seat while he finished packing the car up and drove them home. Once
they were in the garage he let her out and opened the kitchen door. Setting
her down he said"Go to your room NOW. Do not fight with me, do not whine. Go
straight to your room and wait for me. I will be up in just a few minutes."
Deciding that now was not the time to test him any further, she
ran up the stairs. Throwing herself on the bed, she sobbed into her pillow.
She was just trying to do something nice for him. And now she was back home
and in trouble to top it all off. She cried and cried.
After a short while, Kyle opened the door and walked in. He
walked over to her dresser and dug out some clean clothes. Sitting down next
to her on the bed, she noticed that he had also changed clothes. She looked
up at him, still crying softly. "I is sorry, Daddy. I was jus tryin to catch
you a fishie too."
He looked down at her and sighed. "I know you were baby. But
when Daddy tells you to do something or not to do something, you have to
listen. That is all there is to it. You could have drowned or been really
hurt today. And that scared me. Scared you too, I bet."
She nodded and sniffled loudly. He picked her up and stood her up
in front of him. "Arms up" She raised her arms and he pulled off her wet
t-shirt and dried her off with a towel. Then he slipped a nice, dry one on
her. He pulled off her shorts and her panties next and dried her off but
didn't move to put any more on her. She felt her eyes welling up again. When
he stood up and moved to her closer, she started crying softly again.
He reached up and got the small paddle that stayed in there.
Barely larger than a hairbrush, it was also thinner and less heavy. It
probably stung far less than an actual hairbrush but at the moment, Megan
didn't care. She reached behind her and covered her small bottom as Daddy
sat back down.
"I"m sorry that I have to do this, Megan. But you know better
than to do something like what you did today. That was very dangerous and you
could have been killed or seriously hurt. And you deliberately disobeyed me,
too. I will not allow you to do that. Do you understand me?"
She nodded and started sobbing. "Don't spank....."
Without a word, he pulled her over his lap and grabbed her
waist. She cried and wiggled and hoped for escape but couldn't find one.
Without any warning, the spanking began. Whack!! Smack!! Crack!! The small
paddle quickly turned the small backside bright pink and then red. Whack!!
Whack!! Whack!!
You will NOT Smack!! ever Whack!! go into Smack!! the water
Crack!! without me Swatt!! or another Smack!! grown up. Do you Smack!!
understand Whack! me? Whack!! Smack!! Swatt!!
Megan was sobbing desperately but managed to nod her head. "I
isssss s-s-wwwwwwy D-Daddyyyyy" He sat the paddle aside and rubbed her back
for a few seconds. Then he stood her up and pointed at the corner. "Corner
now."
Megan cried harder. She didn't want the corner, she wanted
Daddy's lap. But disobeying again was not a good idea so she listened to him.
Standing in the corner, sobbing and rubbing for what felt like forever. Daddy
sat on her bed and watched her.
Finally, he called her to him. She ran into his arms and hugged
him tightly. "I loves y-you. I w-will listen." She sobbed as he scooped her
up into his lap.
"I know you will, baby. Its OK now. Shhhhhhh. I love you too" He
soothed as he rubbed her back. He sat her down and finished dressing her.
Then laid her down on the bed and rubbed her back. He knew she'd fall asleep
and take her nap now.