Subject: AVT:NEW STORY - Jennifer's Beautiful Car Part 1. F/fg, M/F spanking
From: ELFEllie <ELFEllie@concentric.net>
Date: 12 Mar 1998 09:24:40 -0800
This is an AVT story. It involves the spanking of a teen and a preteen by a nineteen-year-old, and an off-stage spanking of the nineteen-year-old by her uncle. If any of these things offend you, or you are under eighteen, then please do not proceed.
Most of the characters have reviewed this story and have given their go-ahead. All are adults, some playing age-regression. The only characters I did not contact were Ralph, whom DaddyLar approved pro persona, Da Chief (Ritch Flynn) and Judge Petruchio who have minor mentions. I hope this is OK.
This was a fun story to write, because I was able to solicit real feelings and ideas of other people, not just characters from my head, which gives the story, I feel, more depth.
So, without further ado, here it is (a bit long I'm afraid):
"Wow," said Bratgirl as she cast her eyes around Ellie's bedroom. "This is real kewl!" Ellie's room was very pretty, and very feminine, dominated by a beautiful canopy bed, ruffled in pink and white lace. An elegant Tiffany Lamp sat on an ornately carved oak chest of drawers. The dressing table had a huge brass rimmed mirror, carved legs, and a matching velvet padded chair. She even had her own phone, a transparent one with neon lights and huge buttons. Elves, fairies, unicorns and Pegasus's played on the wallpaper which in places was incongruously covered with pictures of rock stars and film stars.
"Yep. I like it," beamed Ellie. "Daddy is very generous." After a moment's thought she added, "You know you could have a room just like this," sweeping her arms round.
Outside the early morning sun was shining. It was going to be a great day. Bratgirl and Ellie were going to have some fun. The two girls could almost pass for the same age, even though there was three years between them. Ellie was quite small for her thirteen years, a fact that had led many to dub her with the nickname Elf, or Elfie. Only when Daddy called her that did it sound OK. From any one else it she hated it.
"I dunno," said Bratgirl pensively, "I hear you get... ya know... spanked a lot."
Ellie blushed. "Well, not a lot," she said. "And only if I'm naughty."
Ellie's dirty-blonde hair framed a delicate and feminine face, highlighted by blue eyes. Her face reminded one of fragile porcelain. She looked like a waif from an nineteenth century English novel.
"Like what?" queried Bratgirl.
Bratgirl was a precociously developing ten year-old. She was as unlike Ellie, as night from day. With her firm features on her olive face she looked more like a carved bronze statue than a little girl. High cheekbones sat above a permanently smiling mouth in which perfect white teeth gleaming endearingly. Eyelashes as long as Manhattan exaggerated her impossibly large eyes.
"Well, remember that dom pernyon stuff I brought to the treehouse?" Bratgirl nodded, grinning at the memory, "well, I got a spankin' for that. And 'course for the bottles I broke." Bratgirl nodded. "And then I got spanked because I asked Judge Petruchio if he wanted any help with his medical experiments. I thought he was testing that marrowarna stuff, and I thought it would be fun."
Bratgirl prompted Ellie, "And what about the spanking we got in the town square?"
"Well, you got spanked then too."
"Ah ha!" she exclaimed triumphantly, "but you got two spankin's!" she reminded her with pointing finger. Ellie frowned, recalling that awful day when the Brat Rebellion was finally put down. After a short pause the younger girl asked, furrowing her brow, "Do you mind getting spanked?"
"Of course I mind. I hate it! I've always hated spankin's," said Ellie, probably louder than she should have, adding with a grin, "but it was worth it wasn't it, wasn't it?"
"It sure was. Boy, that was so fun!" said Bratgirl with a mischievous giggle. "Yeah, I hate spankin's too," she added in a more serious tone, "and something tells me that if I moved in here, I would prolly get even more than you!"
Ellie burst into an uncontrollable fit of laughter. "That's fer sure!"
"Whadya mean!" countered Bratgirl in mock indignation. "You sayin' that I'm naughtier than you?"
"Ha ha ha!" Ellie fell backwards on to the bed, laughing, holding her sides. She pointed at Bratgirl, unable to say anything.
"I'll get you for that!" she said, quick as lightening, jumping on the bed, grabbing a pillow and swatting Ellie in the face.
"Umph!" said Ellie, just as quickly picking up a pillow, swatting Bratgirl and knocking her sideways. Within seconds the two girls were furiously engaged in a full-blown pillow fight, hardly inflicting any hits of consequence hindered by their hysterics. Ellie swung her arms back, poised for a devastating blow, but Bratgirl simply ducked receiving ample warning from the transmitted swipe. Ellie spun around as the swing went way above Bratgirl's head, connecting with the tiffany lamp. For a moment it teetered as both girls stared, open mouthed. Neither moved, afraid they would cause it to fall. Then, a miracle; it settled. Ellie, hardly able to believe her luck took hold of it firmly, wanting to make sure it was still in one piece!
"Wow! That was close" exclaimed Bratgirl with a gulp.
Ellie stared at the lamp, somehow expecting it to fall to the floor of it's own volition. When she was sure it was secure she turned to her young friend. "Bratgirl!" she exclaimed in mock indignation, "that was all your fault and deserves a swat!" as she slapped Bratgirl firmly on her behind, giggling.
Bratgirl jumped, looking quite startled! Ellie giggled again and went to swat her again, but she was quicker and dodged, managing to get behind Ellie and gave her a firm spank on her jeans. The two girls burst out laughing again, tickling and swatting each other's behinds.
"Hush!" said Bratgirl. "What's that?"
Both girls stopped and listened. It was the sound of a car making its way up the long gravel driveway. With a quick look at each other, they ran to the window that looked onto the circular drive. There, coming to a stop amidst a cloud of dust and gravel was the her most favorite car. Ellie did not know it was a 1970 Mustang, to her it was a just beautiful silver-gray sports car, and every time she saw it, all she could think about was how much she wanted to ride in it. Bratgirl gave a long, low, appreciative whistle.
"That's Jennifer!" exclaimed Ellie with a huge smile on her face. "She's just moved in. She's gonna be my cousin." Jennifer was nineteen, hair pulled back into a ponytail, jeans, T-shirt and sneakers. Ellie sighed, her schoolgirl crush on the cute brunette was quite obvious. "She is so pretty!" They watched as Jennifer made her way up the stairs, and into the mansion.
"That is some set o' wheels!" said Bratgirl, admiration and envy in her eyes.
"C'mon! Let's go!" squealed Ellie.
"Go where?" asked Bratgirl.
"I'm gonna get a closer look at that car," and with that she was bounding down the hall.
Bratgirl followed her energetic young friend running to keep up with her. Ellie was already out of the front door, skipping down the marble steps three-at-a-time. Bratgirl followed as fast as she could but Ellie was already circling the car, like a tiger circling her prey.
"Woah! Wow!" was all she could say. She laid her hands on the hood, stroking it.
"Woah! Wow!" echoed Bratgirl. The two girls laughed out loud, sticking their tongues out at each other. Bratgirl tried the door on the passenger side. "Hey, it's open!" she said, almost leaping into the seat.
"Hey, open this side," shouted Ellie with a giggle, rattling the handle.
Bratgirl leaned across and opened the door. In a flash, Ellie was sitting in the driver's seat, grabbing the wheel with both hands, yanking it back and forth and making "Vroom! Vroom!" noises. If she stretched she could just about reach the pedals. There were three. That's funny. She thought cars only had two pedals.
"Let me have a turn!" whined Bratgirl.
"No way," said Ellie in a mock supercilious tone, "you're too young."
"Am not!" and with that she reached across to Ellie, pulling and tickling her. Again, the two friends were soon in hysterics. In the melee, the glove compartment popped open, and papers spilled everywhere. Ellie reached down and picked them up, and couldn't help notice that one of them clearly said 'CITATION'. She quickly stuffed the papers back in place, except the citation.
Ellie giggled. "This looks like a speeding ticket." Bratgirl tried to grab it from Ellie and in no time the two friends were scrapping again. Ellie's feet caught against something.
"THUNK!"
"What the...?"
The car moved backwards, just slightly.
"What was that?" asked Bratgirl.
"Dunno. May have been the brake."
"Well, put it back on."
"How?"
"I think that pedal on the left is the brake," said Bratgirl, pointing down to the floor.
Ellie stretched out and depressed the left pedal. The car rolled back again, slowly.
"Press it harder!" shouted Bratgirl almost in a panic.
Ellie pushed the pedal all the way to the floor, not realizing she had disengaged the clutch, and that Jennifer had left the car parked in reverse. The car rolled back even faster. Before they knew it the car was rolling fairly quickly toward one of the huge elm trees that lined the drive. Ellie was now quite panicked herself, totally disoriented, and genuinely frightened. Without giving it a lot of thought she let the pedal up. The engine turned over a few times, but with no ignition spark, it came to a shuddering halt. The two girls, gasping, looked at each other, then to the tree, which seemed almost on top of them, and then as they realized their narrow escape, giggled again.
"Quick, let's get out of here before anyone finds us," said Bratgirl, opening the door.
What Ellie saw next turned her face white. For a second Bratgirl looked at her curiously, then she turned around to see what had startled her. Jennifer was tearing down the steps at a hundred miles an hour, screaming, "You little brats! Get out of my car," at the top of her voice. Before the girls could move she had reached the passenger door and had effortlessly yanked little Bratgirl from the seat. She grabbed Bratgirl's left hand in hers, and swatted her bottom with the other, chasing her round in little hopping circles. Bratgirl was trying to arch her back, hoping to distance her bottom from Jennifer's stinging slaps, but Jennifer was managing to connect with seemingly practiced precision.
"OW! Ouch! I'm sorry! We didn't mean any harm!"
"Sorry! You'll be sorry all right by the time I've finished with you." She looked over at Ellie and said, pointing a menacing finger, "don't you dare think of leaving. You're next."
Ellie was devastated. She felt that familiar fluttering in her stomach, like she always did before a spanking, but there was something... different about this. She looked again at Jennifer, and realized that Jennifer was crying! Her heart sank. Jennifer was genuinely upset!
"Don't... you... EVER... go... near... my... car... again... you... little... brat!" she shouted, each word punctuated with a firm swat on Bratgirl's bottom. Bratgirl was yelping and screaming, hopping from one foot to the other, still making circles around Jennifer, and promising to do just about anything, if only Jennifer would stop spanking her. At that moment, Ellie's heart froze. There, making his way into the fray, was Daddy. Things were getting steadily worse.
"Jennifer, stop that!" he shouted authoritatively. She didn't stop, still pounding poor little Bratgirl's bottom with her open hand. He had to separate them forcibly. Jennifer was obviously quite distraught! Bratgirl, tears streaming down her face looked at Jennifer defiantly.
"Look at what they did!" she screamed at the top of her voice, pointing at her precious car.
It didn't take Daddy long to figure out what had happened, or in fact, who it was sitting in the driver's seat. Ellie gulped and the pit in her stomach grew ten sizes. "Come here Eleanor!" he said, crooking his finger in her direction. Daddy's use of her full name cast the die. She knew once he did that, she was in for a spanking. Ellie meekly climbed out of the car, and stood up. Her legs would hardly bear her weight, and she had that all-too-familiar strange feeling in her tummy. Quickly, remembering the citation in her hand she stuffed it in her pocket.
Daddy walked up and down the car, assessing the full impact of what had happened... and what almost had happened. The car was a few scant inches from the tree.
"Uncle LAR! How could they have done this? My car could have been ruined!" Jennifer spoke through sobbing cries, waving her arms up and down. Now Ellie felt really bad, as the full impact of how upset Jennifer was hit her. She did not want to ever upset Jennifer.
"Oh, Jennifer, I'm so sorry I didn't..."
"Shut up you little..." interrupted Jennifer, not quite knowing how to finish her thought in Daddy's presence.
"Well," said Daddy evenly, "no harm has been done..."
"But Uncle..."
"Hold on Jennifer. I said no harm has been done to your car. And for that we should be very thankful." He stared at Ellie and Bratgirl, who was still hopping up and down, rubbing her sore little bottom, "Shouldn't we Ellie? Bratgirl?" All Ellie and Bratgirl could manage was frantic nodding of their heads. Perhaps they were going to get away from this without a spanking after all.
"But Uncle Lar..." began Jennifer again.
"Let me finish, Jennifer" he said holding up his hand and glaring at Jennifer. "I said that no harm has been done to your car. But there is the matter of these two little imps, who could have not only damaged your car, but could have been injured themselves." Daddy looked at Ellie, and then to Bratgirl. "In Eleanor's case, the remedy seems clear." Here it comes thought Ellie, as she felt a twinge in her tummy. "Jennifer, I think you should give her a good, hard spanking." Ellie's jaw dropped and her eyes popped! Not Jennifer. No!
Jennifer perked up, brightening a little. "Yes, that would be fair."
"But Bratgirl, what are we going to do with you? I can't force you to take a spanking because I am not your guardian, but if you are willing to subject yourself to a spanking from Jennifer, we could bring this episode to a nice, clean conclusion."
"No WAY!" said Bratgirl, backing off, waving her arms. "NO WAY is she, or you, going to give ME a spankin'. No SIR! NO WAY!"
"Well, that's fine. Your choice," he said casually. He whistled. "Ralph! Ralph!" The handsome German shepherd came bounding from the house, down the steps.
"Yez, Larry?"
"Ralph, could you go fetch Chief Flynn. He needs to come and collect Bratgirl. Take her to Judge Petruchio and the juvenile court!"
"Zat vould be my pleazure! Be right back!"
"No! Wait!" said Bratgirl, horrified, looking from Ralph to Daddy.
"Well, I'm sorry Bratgirl, but if you won't take a spanking from Jennifer, then I'm afraid I have to turn you over to the police. I'm sure a crime of this magnitude will merit a serious punishment."
"What do you mean?" she asked, looking genuinely scared for the first time. "What kind of punishment?"
"Well, I'm not the judge, but I wouldn't be at all surprised if it was a caning in the public square by the chief of police."
If it were possible, Bratgirl's beautiful brown face would have drained of all color. She looked like she was going to gag! For the first time since Ellie had known her, she started to cry; really bitter tears, looking more like the ten year-old she was. "Oh no! Daddy. Please, no! I can't take the c..." Bratgirl could not even say the word, she was so terrified.
"Well, I'm afraid I have no alternative. Unless of course you agree to the spanking." Daddy held his hands up to his face, nonchalantly inspecting his nails. Take the spanking, take the spanking, willed Ellie. Surely it wouldn't be that bad! Surely not as bad as one of Daddy's spankings, and DEFINITELY not as bad as a caning in the town square.
Bratgirl looked like a trapped eagle. Frantically her eyes darted from Daddy to Jennifer, and to Ellie. How was she to get out of this predicament. There was no escape! She merely bowed her head, and nodded. Ellie felt so sorry for her.
"Well, Elfie's bedroom will do nicely, I think. Come on, let's not waste any time," and with that Daddy started making his way back to the mansion. The four of them walked up the marble stairs, Daddy in the lead, followed by a justified Jennifer; Ellie and Bratgirl, following meekly behind.
"Don't worry, Bratgirl, it won't be so bad."
Bratgirl gave a half-hearted grin. "I'll be OK Ellie! I've had worse!"
As they made their way down the richly carpeted hallways and past the elegant paintings on the walls, Jennifer reached in her purse and pulled out something that caused Ellie's heart to pound even more. It was a brand new Top-To-Bottom hairbrush. Daddy had said he was going to give her one. She brandished it triumphantly. It had a long, oval head, and an equally long handle of finely polished oak. Ellie had felt the sting of that awful weapon on more than one occasion. But, she kept telling herself, surely Jennifer would not spank as hard as Daddy would.
In no time, they reached Ellie's room. Ellie nervously reached into her pocket and remembered the speeding ticket. Ah ha! she thought! I'll show her. She cautiously dropped the offending ticket on the floor. Daddy was sure to notice it!
The sinking feeling in her tummy had reached a maximum. Daddy walked over to the desk, pulled out the chair, and turned it around. "This will do fine I think Jennifer," he said motioning for Jennifer to sit down. "Now, since Bratgirl has already had quite a spanking over her overalls, I think it only fair that Ellie should have a good spanking over her jeans. Yes?"
"Yes," agreed Jennifer, patting her knees. "C'mon, Ellie, over you go."
With a ritual that had become quite familiar, Ellie found herself involuntarily walking toward Jennifer, and her date with hand and brush. She bent forward, draping herself unceremoniously over Jennifer's lap. Jennifer's thighs were a lot thinner than Daddy's and Ellie found herself being bent over more as a result. Her bottom seemed to be even more vulnerable in this position. And then, without warning, Jennifer was spanking her. Ellie was caught off-guard. She was not expecting it to hurt as much, but even over her jeans, Jennifer's slaps and spanks were making quite an impression. Still, to Ellie's credit, she did not cry out.
Spank! Spank! Spank! The blows reigned down all over poor Ellie's bottom, as she gasped and grunted.
"You're doing very well Jennifer. This your first time giving a spanking?"
"Yes... it... is," said Jenny, not letting this interrupt the spanking, "but... I... think... it... is... hurting... my... hand... more... than Ellie's... bottom."
Daddy laughed. "I've tried to tell her that many times. Try cupping your hand a little, and it will not hurt so much."
This was too much for poor Ellie. Daddy and Jennifer were discussing the spanking of her bottom like you might critique someone's piano playing. How humiliating! Ellie was determined not to cry out, no matter how hard and long Jennifer spanked her. Instead she merely grunted an exhaled breath with each spank. It was certainly starting to hurt a little, that familiar burning glow was beginning to spread across her bottom.
Then, mercifully, Daddy said, "I think that is enough Jennifer." Jennifer gave her a few more hard swats and then helped her up. Ellie stood up, squinting her eyes and looked over at Bratgirl, who's face seemed to say "that was brave Ellie." They managed to exchange half-hearted but nevertheless brave smiles.
"OK, Bratgirl, your turn again," said Daddy, as Jennifer brandished the brush. "And it looks like your bare bottom will be the first to try out Jennifer's new brush," he added with a sardonic grin.
"Oh, no Daddy! Not on the bare. Please don't let her spank me on my bare bottom," pleaded Bratgirl.
"I'm afraid so, Bratgirl. Bare bottom!" confirmed Jennifer.
Bratgirl backed off! "No way! I've changed my mind. She's not gonna spank me any more!"
Daddy began to say something, but decided to leave it to Jennifer when he saw her get up. "You come here you little brat, and take what's coming to you," she said as she walked toward the defiant ten-year-old.
"Nuh uh!" said Bratgirl as she backed off even further, but like Napoleon, she had left herself no escape. Jennifer quickly caught her and grabbed her ear.
"Come here you little imp and get over my knee at once," she said, dragging her back to the chair. "I'm going to spank you good for what you did." And with that she unhooked the straps of Bratgirl's overalls and pulled them down past her hips, and down to her knees, all the while Bratgirl squealing and fighting but she was no match for stronger, older, and quite determined Jennifer.
"Let go my ear! You're hurting me!" she squealed.
"That's nothing to how this hairbrush is going to sting your bare bottom young lady!" she said as she pulled Bratgirl's panties down to her knees, and dragged her over her lap. Ellie looked on in awe at the sight. Bratgirl's bottom and thighs were beautiful, perfect. Her dark skin was without blemish. Her flesh looked smooth and tight. Her muscles looked well toned. She looked more like a work of art than a little girl about to get a good spanking.
"No, don't you dare spank me! Don't you dare!"
"Oh, I dare," said Jennifer. And with that she began to wallop the poor little girl's bottom. SPANK! SLAP! WHAP! SPLAT!
"OW! OUCH! AAYYYYYEEE! STOP IT PLEASE!" screamed Bratgirl. Ellie's eyes popped out. This looked like it was going to be a really hard spanking after all. Bratgirl looked so small, bent over Jennifer's lap, her bare bottom being spanked methodically by that cruel brush.
Poor little Bratgirl's bottom was so small that Jennifer kept spanking the same few spots. And because it was such an attractive shade of brown, there was little sign of redness to indicate how much the swats were affecting her.
"You... are... a... naughty... little... girl," she said between spanks, and through clenched teeth. "Don't... you... ever... go... near... my... car... again." Bratgirl was starting to show real signs of distress.
"STOP THAT! OUCH! IT HURTS! OH PLEASE STOP! AYEEEE!" Tears were streaming down poor little Bratgirl's face.
Ellie felt sorry for her. "Daddy, tell her to stop!"
"Oh, I don't think she's had quite enough yet sweetie!" he replied, and then turning to Jennifer he said, "I think you need to spread your swats round a bit. Try spanking lower on her bottom, and you can even spank the tops of her thighs."
Jennifer did as she was told, spreading her spanks further down Bratgirl's bottom and thighs. Bratgirl's cries began to change from defiance and anger to sorrow and pleading.
"Jennifer, I'm sorry. OUCH! Please stop. I'll be - OW! good. I've learned my - AARRGGG! lesson. No more. Please," she begged through her tears, cries and gasping sobs.
"Daddy..." began Ellie.
He held up his hand toward Ellie. "I think that's enough Jennifer." Jennifer stopped suddenly and looked up. She looked almost mesmerized. She drew the brush back and putting her hands to her mouth she gasped as she realized how much Bratgirl was weeping.
"Oh, I didn't..."
"No, Jennifer, you didn't go too far, but I'm glad I was here," said daddy with a wry look on his face. "I think you need some more practice at recognizing how far you can take a spanking." He looked over in Ellie's direction. Ellie's heart sank as she realized that now it was her turn, and that Jennifer had proved that she could give a very good spanking.
Jennifer helped the sobbing Bratgirl off her lap. "Er, stand in the corner Bratgirl." Bratgirl hobbled over to the corner, hiccuping and sobbing. "Your turn Ellie"
"Jennifer, I want you to know I'm really sorry."
"You certainly will be."
"No, I mean I'm sorry now! When daddy spanks me I hate it. And I hate him." Daddy's eyebrows raised. "Well not hate him, but I think he's a big old meanie. It's not until after he's finished spanking me that I feel truly sorry for what I did. And then when he cuddles me, I know I am forgiven, and he really loves me. And I do love him Jennifer."
"Quite a speech Elfie," said Daddy with an approving smile.
"So Jennifer, I really really am sorry. I'm sorry now. I feel so badly about playing with your car, but I feel even worse about upsetting you. I'd hate it if you hated me. I really love you Jennifer, and I am so sorry."
Jennifer's eyes were batting. She looked quite taken aback. "Well, if you're really sorry, and you've learned your lesson..."
Daddy began to speak, but Ellie beat him to it. "No, Jennifer, you still have to spank me."
Daddy tilted his head with a very proud and satisfied look on his face.
"Wha..." began Jennifer.
"Yes, yes, you do. Unless you spank me what I've said is just words. 'sides, you already spanked Bratgirl, and if you don't spank me she will resent me."
"Huh? Who are you, and what have you done with Ellie?" said Bratgirl with a puzzled look at Ellie.
Daddy grinned. "She's right Jennifer. This transaction must be completed."
Jennifer shrugged. "OK. Ellie come on then."
Ellie walked over toward Jennifer. Her determination and willingness to accept this punishment did not help one iota with the trepidation she felt. She felt the same familiar weakness in her knees, the butterflies in her tummy, and a new feeling; a tingle between her legs. Jennifer reached for the button on Ellie's jeans, but Ellie had already undone it. Jennifer watched with amazement as Ellie unzipped her jeans and lowered them. She hooked her thumbs into her panties and lowered them down to her knees also. Meekly she bent over Jennifer's lap.
"OK, Ellie, are you ready?"
"Yes, Jennifer. I'm ready for you to give me a really hard spanking on my bare bottom."
The atmosphere was charged. The air was electric. Everyone in the room was transfixed. Jennifer quickly shook her head a few times, raised the brush high above her head, and began in earnest to spank Ellie's bottom.
SPANK! SLAP! WHAP! SPLAT! Right away Ellie found out that realizing she needed a spanking did nothing to temper the pain. From the first swat the pain was intense. Daddy's perfectly polished hairbrushes were well suited for spanking naughty girls' bottoms. The sting was awful. It spread all over her bottom quickly causing her to cry out, and kick her feet. She had been determined not to whine, or beg for Jennifer to stop, but her resolution quickly faded. "OW! Jennifer," she screamed, "not so hard." The pain she was feeling was worse than any other spanking she had received.
SPANK! SLAP! WHAP! SPLAT! The spanks kept coming, and poor little Ellie kept shouting and screaming.
"OUCH! Jennifer - OW - I said - AYEEEE - I was sorry." But Jennifer was showing no mercy. She covered all of poor little Ellie's bottom, and learning from her experience with Bratgirl, continued over her tender lower cheeks and thighs. Tears streamed down Ellie's face, as she wept uncontrollably. "Jennifer, PLEASE STOP!"
Ellie's bottom had undergone a remarkable change. From pink, to red, and in some spots it was even turning purple. Jennifer assessed the damage the hairbrush had done and decided Ellie had had enough and decided to stop. She looked up at Daddy, who nodded.
"Ellie, I think you have had enough. You can get up now." For a moment Ellie just lay there, sobbing, legs kicking intermittently. Jennifer took hold of her arm and gently helped her up. The two girls looked each other in the eyes, and then the older took the younger in her arms and hugged her, tears forming in her eyes.
"Ellie, I'm sorry I had to spank you, but you were a very naughty girl."
"I know Jennifer, and really I am sorry. I won't go near your car again." Ellie was still sobbing and hiccuping as she spoke.
Jennifer hugged Ellie even closer. "Oh yes you will," she said beaming. "Bratgirl, come here." Jennifer took hold of the two miscreants and hugged them both. "In fact, how would you like to come for a ride in it now."
"Oh yes!" said both girls in unison.
Daddy was bending over, picking up a piece of paper from the floor. Ellie's eyes widened. "Oh, Daddy, that's OK. I'll pick it up. It's mine. It's nothing. It's…" but she was too late.
Daddy finished the sentence. "It's a speeding ticket."
There was an awful silence in the room. What had Ellie done? At first Jennifer looked puzzled, then angry as she glared at Ellie, and finally fearful as she looked at Daddy.
"Daddy," began Ellie, "I can explain everything. It was…"
"Elfie, sweetie, you have nothing to explain. Jennifer does."
"But Daddy…"
"Eleanor!" It was Daddy's signal for Ellie to be quiet. Ellie did not need to be told twice.
"Uncle Lar, I can explain…"
"I'm sure you can. And you can explain this to me in my study. Come along."
Jennifer stood up reluctantly and, glaring at Ellie, she followed Daddy out of the door, down the corridor. "Ellie, how could you?"
"But Jennifer, I didn't mean to…" but she was already down the hall, running to keep up with Uncle Lar.
Ellie and Bratgirl looked at each other. "Let's go," Said Bratgirl.
"Let's go where?"
"To Daddy Lar's study of course."
"Oh, but Bratgirl, it was my fault."
"Too late now. C'mon, let's go," she said grabbing Ellie's arm.
Arm in arm the two sneaked down the hall until they reached Daddy's study. They could not make out many of the words, but Daddy and Jennifer were both shouting. Eventually, Jennifer's voice became quieter, then Daddy's, until the two girls could only hear mumbling, then it was completely quiet.
"Maybe she's gonna get away with it…" began Bratgirl, but she was interrupted by the clear and unmistakable sound of hairbrush on bare flesh. Ellie winced, Bratgirl merely shrugged and giggled.
"Hey Ellie," she began, "she'll get over it," as the spanking continued.
"It's all my fault. I wanted to get her into trouble." Now the sounds of the brush spanking flesh were intermingled with the sounds of Jennifer's squeals and pleadings. Ellie put her head in her hands and began to cry again. It was almost as if Ellie could feel each spank. With each slap of the brush Ellie winced.
Suddenly, Bratgirl perked up. "Ellie, I've got an idea."
"What?" sobbed Ellie.
"Why don't you go over to the parsonage and talk to Sister Rosy?"
"Bratgirl, you're a genius," said Ellie, the beginnings of a smile on her face. "She will know what to do."
Ten minutes later Ellie was in the parsonage, sitting on a wooden chair by the fireplace, eating cookies and drinking warm milk.
"…and that's the whole story," finished Ellie. "I feel awful Sister Rosy. What should I do?"
"Well, the first thing I want you to do is to give me a big hug." Ellie felt so warm, so cozy, so loved, as she snuggled into the arms of the wondrously kind Sister Rosy. "You were very brave to come here. And Ellie, you have realized that being spanked is sometimes important, even when you know you need it, and even if you think you have already learned your lesson." Sister Rosy leaned down to the young teenager and kissed her on the forehead. "Daddy Lar and Jennifer both love you. You know that don't you?" Ellie looked into Sister Rosy's eyes and nodded. "Well if you know that then, Ellie, you are almost there. There are just a few more things we need to do." Ellie looked into Sister Rosy's kind face apprehensively. "But not today Elfie. Not today."
Ellie laid her head on Sister Rosy's breast, at last feeling calm. Sister Rosy had called her Elfie. She smiled. All was well with the world.