Subject: New Beginnings (A Maggie & Twin Story) Part 9
From: SamPast@aol.com
Date: 99-05-19 21:17:19 EDT

This is one part of a long story, with many spankings (M/f, F/f, and some M/F). It starts shortly after the end of _Change of Scenery_ and involves the same characters. It was written with a co-author, who has not made her name public.

This story contains spanking of (fictional) children . If this is not your thing, then don't read it.

This story is a work of fiction. Do not copy or distribute this story without written permission from SamPast.

This story is distributed in multiple parts. See part 1 for complete disclaimers and warnings..

Send any comments to SamPast@aol.com

On Monday morning before school, Bob reminded Maggie that they would be calling her teacher to set up an appointment between them and the bully. Maggie informed Bob that his name was Frankie.

Bob said, "Okay, well, we're going to try to come in as soon as possible. I start work and Mommy starts school next week. I want you to stay far away from Frankie on the playground today, okay?"

"I'll try, Daddy. But usually he finds us and starts to tease us," Maggie stated.

"Well, then you need to ignore him, or go tell a teacher. Do you understand?" he asked.

"Yes, Daddy," Maggie said. "Um, Daddy?"

Maggie thought to herself, maybe she should tell him about telling her teacher that her last name was Clemente. She thought back to when he said that it was better for her to tell things than for him to find out somewhere else. She imagined the conversation, and then her daddy would say it was all right, and that he wasn't angry.

But then she thought, what if he's really mad? What if he tells me it's illegal and then he spanks me? Then I'll have to go to school with a sore bottom. NO, forget it, she thinks, I better not say a thing.

"Maggie, what is it, honey?" Bob said.

"What? Oh, nothing, forget it," Maggie expressed.

"Okay, honey. See you later. Have a good day at school," Bob said and kissed her.

At school, Maggie's teacher took her aside before lunch. "Maggie, I'd like to talk to you," Ms. Brennan announced.

"Did I do something wrong, Ms. Brennan?" Maggie asked, scared.

"Well, I spoke to your dad on the phone this morning. Why didn't you tell me you were having problems with Frankie on the playground?" she asked sweetly.

"I don't know. I guess I didn't want to bother you. I thought I could handle him," Maggie answered, honestly.

"Maggie, I am here for you. I'm here to help you. Please know that you can tell me anything. Okay?" Ms. Brennan expressed.

"Okay, Ms. Brennan," Maggie said. She felt bad that she had lied to her teacher. But it had been almost a week. She couldn't tell the truth now. All her papers and notebooks and everything had "Clemente" on them. And besides, Daddy was working hard to adopt her anyway, and she would just have to change everything then, she reasoned.

"Would you like to have lunch with me today? Julia can come, too. Then you won't be on the yard with Frankie. And tomorrow, your parents and his parents are coming in at recess time. Would you like that?" Ms. Brennan asked.

WOW! Lunch with the teacher. "Sure," said Maggie, "I'll go get Julia."

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After school, Heather asked Maggie how school went.

"Fine," was all she said.

Coming into the apartment, Maggie hugged and kissed Bob. "Hi, Daddy!" she said. Then, "I'm going to do homework in my room!" and almost disappeared behind her door.

"Just a minute!" Bob called.

Maggie peeked back out. "Yes, Daddy?"

"You just got home. I want to hear about your day. Come sit. Next week I won't be here when you get home," Bob explained.

Maggie came back out. She went and sat next to Bob on the couch.

"Where's your bookbag?" Heather asked.

"I put it in my room," Maggie replied. "I'm going to do my homework after I talk to you and Daddy."

"Well, why don't you sit out here and do it? I haven't seen anything you've done since you started school. I want to know what you're up to," Heather said.

Maggie was scared. Did they know? They HAD talked to Ms. Brennan, but still. No, Maggie thought, I'm just being suspicious.

"So, honey, how was school today? Any problems outside with Frankie?" Bob asked.

"I didn't go to recess today. I had lunch with Ms. Brennan," Maggie said.

"Oh?" Heather asked.

"Yeah, me and Julia. She invited us. She said she talked to you and didn't want me to have any problems outside with him today. She's so nice. I'm glad Mrs. Smith fell!"

"Maggie!" Heather accused.

"I mean, I didn't mean it that way, Mommy! I meant I was glad they put me in Ms. Brennan's class. Really, Daddy!" Maggie pleaded.

"We know what you meant, honey. Don't worry!" Bob said, patting her arm.

There was silence for a few seconds. Then Maggie said, "Can I go do my homework now, please?"

"Yes, but come do it on the table here. We miss you, honey!" Heather reasoned.

"Okay," Maggie said. She went and got her bookbag and brought it to the dining room table. She took out her math book and her homework notebook and started to do her math problems.

Heather sat across from Maggie reading the newspaper. She looked up and saw what kind of math Maggie was doing. It was fractions. Heather remembered hating fractions in school.

"You know, I always had to put a heading at the top of my paper. My name, the date, the subject, and the teacher's name," Heather observed.

"Yeah, we have to do that, too," Maggie spoke. "But I always do it last. I like to get my work done first."

Maggie hoped she didn't sound like she was lying. She just didn't want her parents to know that she wrote her name as Maggie Clemente.

After a little while, the telephone rang. Heather answered. It was Jennifer.

"Maggs, your cousin, Jenn, is on the phone. She wants to speak to you, honey," Heather remarked.

Maggie jumped up so fast that her folder got knocked off the table. She didn't even notice in her rush to answer the phone.

"Hi, Jenn, what's up?" she said into the phone.

Heather bent down to retrieve the fallen folder. As she was putting the papers back into the folder, she examined each one. Her eyes got wide as she looked at a test that Maggie had taken the previous Friday.

Heather looked over her shoulder at her daughter on the telephone. She brought the paper over to Bob, who was still sitting on the couch.

"Hon, take a look at this," Heather said, handing him the paper.

"What is it, sweetheart?" he asked. When he looked at the paper, he smiled. "100? Wow, and she had only been there three days."

"Not that, look at the name!" Heather commanded.

Bob looked at the top of the paper. His eyes grew wide as he saw "Maggie Clemente" written at the top of the paper. Just then, Maggie hung up the phone.

She said, "That crazy girl. Do you know what she..."

Maggie stopped. She realized her parents were staring at her. "What? What's the matter?" she asked.

"Come here, Maggie," Bob told her.

She came closer. "What is it? What's wrong, Daddy?"

"Can you explain this, Maggs?" Heather asked, taking the paper from Bob and showing it to Maggie.

Maggie's mouth opened wide as she realized what her parents now knew. "Where'd you get this from?" she cried, grabbing it out of her mom's hand. She walked away. "Who told you, you could go into my private stuff?" Maggie sneered.

"I think, young lady, that you want to change the tone of your voice when you speak to us," Bob stated calmly.

"I'm sorry!" Maggie stated. More nicely, Maggie said, "Why'd you go through my stuff, Mom?"

"I didn't mean to go through your stuff, Maggs. When you got up to take your phone call, your folder slipped off the table, and I merely picked up your papers. I couldn't help but notice your name at the top," Heather explained.

"I was just trying it out, you know, to see what it would be like," Maggie lied.

Bob sighed. "Come sit down, honey." After Maggie complied, Bob said, "Now, try again. Let's try the truth this time."

Maggie didn't know how her daddy knew she had been lying, but she didn't even try to continue doing it. She knew that would be really bad. Instead, she started to cry.

Heather sighed and sat opposite them on the chair. "Maggie, why are you crying, honey?"

Maggie sobbed, "Because I'm afraid you'll be mad."

Bob turned to face Maggie. "Now, why will we be mad? Come on, tell us," he said.

Maggie shook her head. "Only if you promise you won't be mad!" she said.

"Now, Maggie, we can't promise we won't be mad. But it'll be a lot better for you to tell us the truth. Now, let's go!" Bob ordered.

"Well, I kinda told Ms. Brennan that my name was already Clemente!" Maggie said quickly.

"You WHAT? Why would you do that, Maggs?" Heather asked.

"I knew you wouldn't understand!" Maggie shouted.

Very calmly, Bob uttered, "There will be no shouting."

Maggie just cried. Finally she said, "Sorry."

"Maggie, tell us why you lied to Ms. Brennan," Bob asked.

"I didn't think of it as lying. I just wanted it to be true so badly, Daddy. When are you gonna adopt me? I want to be your real daughter right now!" Maggie wailed.

Bob took Maggie into his arms and comforted her. "Honey, you are my "real" daughter, right now. The adoption process is going to take time. There are some legal things that need to be worked out. I want you to have my last name, too." He turned to Heather. "I don't see why, if the school doesn't mind, why Maggie can't continue using Clemente in her classroom."

"You think so?" Heather asked.

"Really?!" Maggie asked.

"Yes, sweetie, if it will make you feel better, while we go through the process, and your school has no objections, then it should be okay for you to use it on your papers," Bob explained.

Maggie threw her arms around Bob. "Thanks, Daddy, you're the best!"

"But . . ." Bob said.

Maggie looked up. She hated the but. She should have known she wouldn't get off scott-free.

"But," Bob continued, "that does not excuse you lying, young lady. First, to your teacher, and then, to us."

"I didn't lie to you, Daddy," Maggie squealed.

"By not telling us something, Maggie, you lied. Also, didn't I just ask you on Friday if there was anything else you needed to tell me? Remember, after your teacher called," Bob warned.

Maggie hung her head. "Yes, sir."

"And this morning, you knew I was going to call your teacher. Now she didn't say anything, but what if she had? You knew there was a possibility, didn't you?" Bob asked.

"Yes, Daddy. I almost told you," she said.

"Then, why didn't you, Maggs?" Heather asked.

"I was afraid you'd be angry, like you are right now!" Maggie cried.

Again, Bob took her in his arms. "Honey, we are not angry that you used Clemente on your papers. We are sad that you did not tell us. In fact, you tried to hide it from us. By asking to write your name on all your supplies, yourself, by doing your homework in your room, by not putting your heading on your math homework, and then making up a story to cover it, by yelling at Mommy for going through your stuff. Shall I continue?"

"No, sir, I know I was wrong," Maggie whispered.

"Then you also know you should be punished, don't you?" Bob asked.

"Yes, sir," Maggie said quietly.

"Okay, let's go!" Bob said, standing up. He took Maggie's hand and led her to her bedroom. He closed the door and went and sat on her desk chair. He positioned Maggie in front of him, and looked at her in the eye.

"Honey, you know I love you, don't you?" Bob said and waited for her to nod her head. "And I only punish you so that you learn right from wrong. What you did, lying to your teacher, and keeping the truth from Mommy and me, was wrong. Okay? That's what you're being punished for. Not for writing my name on your papers. I want you to know that. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Daddy."

With that, Bob pulled down Maggie's pants and panties. He let them fall to her ankles. Then he pulled her across his lap and began to spank her bottom. He alternated cheeks as he spanked. He watched her bottom turn from white to pink to red.

Maggie was crying hysterically and Bob's heart went out to her. He sighed, and thought to himself. Poor kid! She never intentionally does these things to hurt anyone or anything, but she just doesn't think things through. Well, he would have to help her learn not to do these things in the first place.

Maggie laid limp across his lap. Bob stopped spanking. He began to rub her bottom as Maggie cried. Finally, he stood her up and pulled her close to him. As he hugged her, and she him, he thought back to that day in his apartment in Chicago, when he had spanked her after catching her making prank phone calls. Maggie had rejected him then, after the spanking. He remembered thinking that day, that he couldn't wait until he felt close to her.

Well, now he was very close to her. He was on the brink of becoming her daddy, legally. Bob continued to hold Maggie close to him.