Subject: Jennifer's Fight (Twin story (M/f) Sampast/DLandhill)
From: SamPast <sampast@aol.com>
Date: 1999/07/13
Jennifer's Fight Copyright (c) 1999 by Sampast and Don A. Landhill
Regular Disclaimers apply, must I repeat them?
I was at work when I was paged that I had a phone call. I picked it up and said, "Hello? Charlie Clemente speaking. How may I help you?" A deep male's voice answered, "Yes, Mr. Clemente? This is Mr. Fried, the vice principal at the elementary school. I'm afraid you need to come and pick up your daughter, Jennifer."
To myself I was thinking, Oh, no, not again. Into the phone, I said, "Oh dear. What has happened?"
Mr. Fried said, "Well, we're not really sure. She's not saying much. But there was an incident with another young lady."
I was instantly annoyed with Jennifer. This was her last year in elementary school and she certainly was going out with a bang. "I see. I will be right there," I told Mr. Fried.
He thanked me and we hung up. I checked out with my boss before I left the store. He must wonder if my twins weren't the worst kids in the world. It seemed like every day I had to leave to take care of some matter or other. I drove to the school as fast as I safely could. I went inside and headed for the office, a route I knew all too well.
When I got there, I was greeted by Mr. Fried himself. I was surprised not to see my brother in law, Jack, there. He must have been out of the building today.
"Good afternoon, Mr. Clemente. Sorry to have to take you out of work today. But I'm afraid Jennifer is going to be suspended for two days for fighting on school grounds."
Suspended? Again? "Oh No. What happened?" I asked. Mr. Fried said, "Well, according to the other young lady, Jennifer started a fight with her on the school yard, and two aides had to break them up. Come with me inside. Jennifer hasn't spoken a word. Maybe you could get her to say something."
"Okay, thank you," I said, as I followed him inside the office. Jennifer was sitting in one of the big black chairs in Jack's office. When she saw me, she burst out crying.
Now as mad as I was at her, it still hurt me to see one of my children crying. After all, she wasn't a juvenile delinquent. She was just a very naughty eleven year old child.
I went over to her and put my arms around her. "Jennifer? What happened? Tell me about it, please. Baby?"
She softened upon hearing her nickname. Maybe she thought she wasn't in as much trouble. "I'm sorry, Daddy."
I continued to hug her and then loosened the hug and said, "Okay, I understand that you're sorry, Baby. It's all right, I love you. Now tell Daddy what happened, please."
Jennifer held on to me like there was no tomorrow. She didn't want to let go. Very quietly she said, "I don't know, Daddy."
Now usually I do not accept that as an answer, but seeing as how we were in the school's office, and Mr. Fried was waiting there, I decided to keep my anger in check. I took a deep breath and said, "Okay, what do you know? You were there, Baby, and I wasn't. Tell me what you can."
"Can we go home? Please, Daddy!" Jennifer begged me. "Well, I'll see, but we will talk there. Understand, Jennifer?" I asked sternly.
She nodded.
I wasn't sure if Mr. Fried needed a statement from Jennifer or not. I turned to him and asked, "Is there anything we need to get or do before we go? And when can Jennifer return to school?"
Mr. Fried answered, "No, here is her homework. I already had it sent down. Well, today is Thursday? She can come back to school on Monday. That should be all right." Then he turned to my daughter and said, "Young lady, I hope you have learned an important lesson."
Jennifer looked at me and I nodded to her to answer him. "Yes, sir," she said respectfully.
I thanked Mr. Fried and we shook hands. "Sorry she was a problem." Then I took Jennifer's hand and said, "All right, come along." We drove home. I didn't try to talk to her in the car, although I was impatient to find out more. I knew this conversation would need more concentration than I could spare from driving.
When we arrived home, I brought Jennifer into the living room. I told her to sit on the couch, which is where we usually had our family discussions. Fortunately, Lisa was out with the baby, so we had the whole place to ourselves.
"All right, Jennifer, now is the time for you to start talking to me," I instructed.
"But Daddy! I really don't know what happened. Honest! One minute I was having a conversation with this girl, and the next we were rolling around on the concrete. I didn't start it though," she added.
I was getting a bit impatient. How could she not know what happened? "What was your conversation about? And, Jennifer, if she just attacked out of nowhere, why wouldn't you talk to the teachers or the vice-principal? I don't think I've heard the whole story, young lady, and I had better hear it, and soon."
"Daddy! Don't get all mad. Really, it was no big deal," she said flippantly.
She looked at me. I was trying to stay calm. But if you knew what she had been up to of late, you wouldn't be, either.
"Daddy, you know Robin's enemy, Lorraine Grimm?"
Enemy? "Yes, I remember that she and Robin don't like each other, although, I think enemy is a bit stronger than I would put it. What about her? Is that who you fought with?"
"Yes, Daddy. I was sticking up for Robin, 'cause Lorraine was teasing her. But I didn't start the fight; she did. But. . ."
"But what, young lady? I want the full story, and I want it now. You know it is always better when I find things out from you," I told her. I felt like a broken record when I said this. If I had told her that once, I had told her a thousand times.
She was hedging. "Yes, but Daddy, I really didn't do anything bad, honest! Like I said, Lorraine was picking on Robin, and I stuck up for her, and then Lorraine pushed me, and I pushed her back. I mean, Daddy, I can't let nobody push me, can I?"
"Anybody."
"What?" she asked.
"You can't let anybody push you," I corrected.
"Whatever," Jenn said, annoyed that I had interrupted her story to correct her grammar. Then she continued, "Lorraine said that if I hit her again, that she would tell everyone that I started it. So I pushed her again." She looked at me, and I frowned. But I didn't say anything, not yet anyway. My turn would come soon.
Jenn continued, "And Daddy, her parents are on the school board; no one goes up against them. Mr. Fried wouldn't have believed me anyway. And Uncle Jack wasn't there today, so I figured I'd just keep my mouth shut." "Jennifer, I think you'll find that Mr. Fried won't let anyone get away with anything just because of who her parents are. When the school asks what happened over something, you are to tell them. Do you understand me, young lady?"
"Yes, Daddy."
Now it was my turn to speak. "When you go to school on Monday, you will find Mr. Fried and you will tell him. Now for what you did. When someone pushes you, it is NOT okay to push back, much less to push a second time because of something she says. That means that you helped start the fight." "But Daddy. . ."
I shot Jennifer a warning look. She knew I did not like to be interrupted. "Let me finish." I paused. "While it is good to stick up for your sister, you are not to start fights, nor to get into them when someone else starts fights."
"BUT DADDY, YOU WERE NOT ON THE PLAYGROUND. YOU JUST DON'T UNDERSTAND!" Jennifer shouted and got up from the couch. She started to walk away, but I pulled her back.
"Jennifer Lynn! Don't you shout at me, and don't you even think of going anywhere until I say. You are already in trouble, young lady, so don't make it any worse."
Then she started whining, which I absolutely abhor. "But Daddy! You just don't get it! You can't expect me to put up with someone hitting me. I'm almost in junior high; I'm not some dumb little kid. Gimme a break!" Jennifer put her arms across her chest, sat back down, and began to pout. It was not going to be a terrific evening.
I sighed and said, "I don't expect you to "put up with it" but I do expect you not to hit back. You may walk away, or find a teacher. But, unless you are in real danger, you are not to fight, no matter who starts it. I know I have explained this rule before. Is it clear now?"
In a very nasty tone, Jennifer answered, "I gue---ss so!" I frowned and stared at my wayward daughter. "And I might add, young lady, that I don't like your tone and attitude. You would do well to shape them up, pronto."
"But Daddy! You're being pigheaded!" Jennifer sneered. I took a deep breath. I wasn't getting through to her. "It seems that you aren't listening to what I'm saying. I will see if I can get my message across in another way. Come with me, Jennifer Lynn!"
I grabbed Jenn's hand and pulled her to my bedroom. Once there, I stood her in front of me as I sat in the big, red chair. I had to push several of Lisa's clothes out of the way. Fortunately, the chair was hardly ever used for anything except holding clothes, and unfortunately, for spanking. I pulled down Jennifer's pants and panties, and laid her across my lap. Without saying anything else, I began to spank her.
<smack> <smack> <smack> <smack>
She yelled out, "Ow, Daddy! NO! You're hitting me for hitting! That certainly doesn't seem fair."
I was fed up with Jennifer's outbursts by now. I continued the spanking, and started my lecture. <smack> "Noooo, I am spanking you for fighting. <smack> And for your snotty mouth <smack> and bad attitude <smack> and your rudeness to me. <smack> Are you going to shape up <smack> and behave yourself, <smack> Young lady?"
"Ow! Daddy! Yes, I'm sorrrrry! Ow, it hurts, please stop!" Jennifer cried. At last she was truly sorry, I thought. It was time to end this. I gave the final four or five spanks. <smack> <smack> <smack> <smack> <smack> "All right, your spanking is over. But not your punishment. You are grounded from now through next Wednesday. And I want you to stay in your room until dinnertime."
Jennifer stood up and said, "Yes, Daddy," while she rubbed her bottom. I leaned down and pulled Jenn's panties and pants up and then gave her a big hug. "I am sorry to have to punish you, Baby. I hope you know that I still love you."
Jennifer had stopped crying, and was rubbing her eyes. "I know you love me, Daddy, and I'm sorry I was in a fight, and that I was rude to you. Maybe later you will listen to why I did it, and be calm about it, if I can talk nicely to you?" she asked, without whining, I noticed.
I smiled. "Yes. If you can talk nicely, I will listen to whatever you have to say. I will listen now or later, whenever you are ready to talk about it, without getting sassy. Okay?"
"Okay, but right now I am too tired to talk to you. Can I go to my room and lay down?"
"Yes, you may. I will come up later to get you for dinner, or you may use the intercom if you want to talk to me sooner."
"Okay, Daddy."
We did have our talk, later that night. Jennifer tried to explain to me why sticking up for Robin was so important to her. I understood that part, but I told her that fighting was not the route to take. She said she would try to work things out other ways, but I wondered. I also hoped that Robin's "enemy", Lorraine, would stay away from my daughters. It was something that was not to happen, though.
The end, for now.