Subject: New Beginnings (A Maggie & Twin Story) Part 1
From: SamPast@aol.com
Date: 99-05-19 21:17:19 EDT

This is a long story, with many spankings (M/f, F/f, and some M/F). It starts shortly after the end of Change of Scenery (which follows Dude Ranch) and involves the same characters (plus others). 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. It also contains lots of love and emotional interaction, written as well as the author could manage. If all you want is a spanking scene, with no emotions, this story may not be for you, because you won't find that here.

This story is a work of fiction. The author does not endorse or encourage the actual spanking of real children in any way. All characters are the products of the author's imagination.

Do not copy or distribute this story without written permission from SamPast. Permission to keep one personal archive copy is hereby granted. Do not write other stories using these characters without permission from SamPast.

This story is distributed in multiple parts. The above disclaimers apply to all parts.

Send any comments to SamPast@aol.com

Heather woke up and stared at the ceiling, wondering if Bob asking her to marry him was for real, or just a dream. Smiling, she remembered in every detail the look on his face as he knelt down to ask for her hand. She wondered what life was really going to be like, married to this wonderful man, and knew that her life was just beginning.

Jumping out of bed, she turned on the shower and started to sing. Maggie, hearing her mom singing in the shower, smiled to herself, as she woke up and also remembered that wishes do come true, and she was going to have a real daddy for the first time in her life. She really loved Uncle Bob, umm Daddy. She hadn't asked him yet if she could call him that, but thought practicing it in her mind was a really good idea.

Over breakfast Heather asked Maggie if she would like to help plan the wedding.

"Ohhh Mom, could I? Really?" Maggie asked.

"Yes, hon, I would like that very much. Your new daddy wants me to quit work too," Heather announced.

"How come, Mom?"

"He wants me to go back to college," Heather sighed. "Do you think that's silly?"

"Nope, Mom, I don't," Maggie told her. "Look, we can even study together."

Heather laughed. "Maggs, have you thought about all of what this is going to mean, hon? A new school, again, and new friends, moving."

"Mom, we have both waited a lonnnng time for someone like him, and it's worth whatever we have to do to make it work," Maggie said, a bit beyond her years.

Heather looked at her daughter with tears in her eyes, unable to grasp her wisdom and maturity. Reaching over to tousle her hair, she asked, "Soo, when did you become so wise?"

"Ohhhh Mommmm!" Maggie blushed with the compliment.

Heather continued, "Well, I am giving them my letter of resignation today at work, and then tonight when I get home, you and I are going to start making lists, lots of them to help us get organized, okay?"

"Okay, Mom. Umm, do I HAVE to go to the boys and girls club today? Can't Daddy, umm Uncle Bob pick me up?" Maggie asked.

Heather smiled at Maggie's confusion. "I don't know, let's call and ask him, okay?"

Bob picked up the phone on the first ring. "Well, good morning, how are my girls?" he asked.

Heather answered, "We are fine, sweetheart. Maggie wants to ask you something." Handing the phone to Maggie, Heather went to fill her coffee cup.

Maggie bit her lip, then said quietly, "Good morning umm, hi."

"Hi Magpie, what's up?" Bob asked.

"Well, whatcha doing today?" Maggie asked uncertainly.

Smiling, Bob told her, "Gee, I don't know, just staring at a whole bunch of boxes. Why sweetie?"

"Well, I was wondering if you could pick me up after school, so I don't have to go to the Boys and Girls Club. I really hate it there," Maggie added.

"Well, I think that can be arranged Magpie," Bob said smoothly.

Maggie was relieved. "Gee thanks, ummm..."

"Ummm what sweetie?" Bob asked.

"I, umm, well I ahh, ummm, here's Mommy." Blushing furiously, Maggie handed the phone to Heather. Laughing Heather told Bob that Maggie didn't know what to call him anymore.

Bob laughed and asked, "Well what would she like to call me?"

Turning, Heather told Maggie to come there and handed her back the phone. "Hi," Maggie said.

"Magpie, what would you like to call me, sweetie?" Bob asked.

"Well, I really WOULD like to call you Daddy, and I know you will be, but is it okay if I start now?" Maggie inquired.

"I would be very honored, sweetheart," Bob admitted.

"You WOULD?" asked Maggie incredulously.

"Yes Magpie, I already think of you as my daughter, and I want very much to be a good dad to you. Sooo, let's start today with you calling me that, okay?" Bob explained.

"Ohhh Daddy, that's terrific! Thanks!" Maggie was beaming. "Hold on, here's Mommy again," Maggie said as she handed the phone back to Heather.

"Oh Bob, you are soooo wonderful with her," Heather told him.

"She makes it easy, hon," Bob admitted.

"Well, you and I have about a thousand decisions to make. How 'bout you stay for dinner, and we can start making lists? Is that okay?" Heather asked.

"Sure babe. Anything I can do this afternoon while Maggie and I wait for you to get off work?" Bob wanted to know.

Laughing, Heather shrieked, "I have no clue! I am not sure where to begin. I will call you on my lunch break. Okay? I really have to run now to get Maggs to school and me to work. I love you."

Bob smiled. "I love you, too, sweetheart. Talk to you later."

After dropping Maggie at school, Heather drove to work, wondering how she was EVER going to get everything done. Taking a deep breath, she knew the first thing was her letter of resignation. Walking into her boss' office, she told her she had to talk to her, and gave her the news of her wedding.

"I know I have only been here for four months, but it has been great, Susan, and I don't want to leave you in the lurch," Heather expressed sadly.

Susan spoke, "I appreciate that, but tell you what, I can call a temp agency and get someone here by next Monday, and that way you can have the week before your wedding to move and get settled. How is that?"

"Ohh, you are the best, Susan," Heather said, hugging her boss.

"Well, I sure expect to be invited to this event now," Susan said chuckling.

At lunchtime, Heather called Bob to give him the latest good news and to see how he was doing.

"Well, I am making progress here, and if I go for another two hours, then pick up Maggie, I should be in good shape. Now, I don't want you worrying about dinner either, Maggie and I will have it ready when you get home at 6, okay?" Bob queried.

"Sure Sir, whatever you say," Heather smiled into the phone. Her next call was to Leonard's of Great Neck, a large catering facility that had both large and small banquet halls to accommodate weddings and bar mitzvahs. Knowing that the wedding was only two weeks away, she didn't think they would have anything, but thought she would try anyway. Finally getting the catering department, she timidly asked about the date.

"Well, hmm, for how many people?" the catering manager asked.

Heather thought a minute. Then said, "I think about 30, for lunch."

"Well now, you sure are in luck. I had a cancellation for a small hall. Can you come in tonight and put down a deposit?" the man asked.

"Ohhhh yes, I sure can. Thanks," Heather responded. She couldn't believe how easy that was. All excited, she couldn't wait to call Bob and tell him, but decided to wait and surprise him and Maggie tonight. Suddenly, she remembered, she hadn't called her mother yet with the news.

Her mood turned sober as she contemplated all that her mom would probably say to her. Taking a deep breath, she used her calling card, and dialed her mom. Hearing her during the day, her mom immediately thought something was wrong.

"No Mom, everything is fine, actually, better than fine. Do you remember Bob Clemente? Charlie's brother? I told you about him. Well, he asked me to marry him, and I said yes," Heather rushed that last part.

"YOU WHAT? Well, you barely know the man, and for goodness sake, I haven't even met him. Are you out of your mind!" Her mother was yelling into the phone.

"Mom, please, listen to me," Heather pleaded.

"No! You listen to me, young lady. You are an impetuous fool, and I think you are making a huge mistake," Heather's mom said.

"Mom, I have found the man of my dreams, he adores Maggie, and she him, and he is going to make a good life for us," Heather said protectively.

"Well, sniff, what does he do, this perfect man of yours?" she asked.

"He is a professor, Mom, at Long Island University," Heather stated proudly.

"Really? What does he want with an uneducated woman like you, then?" her mom asked nastily.

"Oh Mom, do you even know how cruel you are being?" Heather cried.

"Me? No, I am certainly NOT. I am being realistic," her mother reasoned.

Heather sighed. "Mom, Bob wants me to quit work, which I did this morning, and in January after the wedding, he wants me to start taking classes and get my college degree." Heather tried to make it all sound so good. But her mother twisted it around; something she had always done.

"Ohh, so you aren't good enough the way you are? Well, what else does he want to do over?" she snapped.

"Mom, just for once, can you just be happy for me, please?" Heather was crying, and begging into the phone.

"Hphmmmm. Well, we shall just have to see, won't we. When is this wedding, you haven't said," her mother declared.

"It's in two weeks, Mom," said Heather.

"Oh my god. Are you pregnant? Is that what this is about? Did you go and do that AGAIN?"

"Oh Mom, no, I am NOT pregnant. We just want to be together. Mom, I want you to be part of my life, and part of Maggie's, but I can't handle all your negativity. If you want to come and be happy for me, then fine. If you can't then don't come! It's your decision. I will call you later," Heather said and hung up, totally worn out and distraught.

Heather looked around the office. She was glad everyone else had gone out for lunch, and she was alone. She repaired her makeup, and made it though the rest of the afternoon, but a cloud had been put on her happiness.

Coming in the door at 6:00, Heather was greeted with wonderful smells of spaghetti sauce. "Smells wonderful, you guys," she commented.

Maggie was wrapped in one of her aprons, which went to the floor on her, and she still managed to have sauce all over her. Laughing, Heather scooped her up to give her a big hug, then turned and walked into Bob's arms. Sensing something, Bob gave her a chance to relax in his arms, and then pulled away and gave her a quizzical look.

He said, "What's up babe?"

"How did you know?" Heather whispered.

Bob smiled and told her, "I love you, and therefore am in tune with you, so don't think you can hide anything, young lady."

"I won't, I promise, I was just gonna wait till after dinner," said Heather.

Bob looked at Maggie and told her he thought she should go clean up. She said okay and skipped out of the room. Taking Heather into his arms, he said, "Well, I don't want all this effort wasted, so spill."

Sighing, and leaning on his shoulder, she recounted the conversation with her mom.

"Ohh, sweets, I am sooo sorry. I called my parents and they are thrilled," Bob told her.

Heather sighed. "Well, at least they have met me. My mom feels as if I am rushing into something that will be a mistake."

Bob asked, "Do you feel that way, hon?"

Heather shook her head. "No, of course not. Nothing could be a mistake that feels this right."

"Okay then. I will handle your mom," he reassured her.

"You will? How?" she asked.

"Don't worry about it, okay?" Bob told her.

Heather looked up at him. "But?"

Maggie skipped back into the room. "I'm all clean, Daddy," she said.

"Yes, I see that. Good girl. How about setting the table?" To Heather, he whispered, "No buts, young lady, unless it is yours you want to discuss."

"No sir," she replied, laughing.

"Okay, then, let's eat," Bob announced.

As they sat down, Heather cried, "Ohh, guess what you two, I have a surprise."

Maggie looked up from her spaghetti. "Really Mom, what?"

Heather smiled. "Well, I found a place for the wedding, sooo as soon as we finish eating, we can go look at it, and if we all agree we can book it. How's that?"

"COOOOL Mom, said Maggie.

"That was quick. Good work, hon," said Bob.

"All right, let's eat up," Heather said.

Soon they were on their way to see the place, and they all fell in love with it. It took an hour to work out all the details, and Bob wrote out a check for the deposit. Everything was done, including flowers, and they had someone who could even conduct the ceremony.

Bob was a sephardic Jew, and Heather had really been raised without much of a religion, and had no problem embracing his. Neither was religious, but felt that the household should be one religion, and not a mixture. Heather wanted to be married under the Chupah, to make it official, and Bob, laughing agreed.

Maggie got pretty quiet in the car going home, and Heather asked her if she was tired. "No mom, I'm not tired," she admitted.

"Then you are awfully quiet, hon. What's on your mind?" Heather asked, concerned.

"Well, I am too old to be a flower girl, and I don't know what I am going to BE at the wedding," Maggie cried.

"Well hon, I have been thinking of that, and I was going to ask Lisa to be my Matron of Honor, and I was wondering if you would like to be the Junior Maid of honor?" Heather asked.

Maggie beamed. "You would, Mom?"

"Yes, and the twins can be bridesmaids. And, I am pretty sure Bob wants Uncle Charlie to be the best man, right dear?"

"You are right, I have already asked him," Bob said.

Maggie thought about it. "Cool, so that should make everyone happy. Who is going to give you away, Mom?"

"Well, remember Uncle George? Grandma's brother? I was going to ask him, since I don't have a dad," Heather explained.

"Can't Uncle Charlie give you away, Mom?" Maggie asked.

"Well, he can't do both roles, I don't think, so let me ask Uncle George first, and then we will see," Heather said.

Back at home, Bob and Heather made up the guest list, and decided that it was too late for invitations. So each would call their own list and invite them, sending out the direction cards that Leonard's had given them with the date written to everyone who could attend.

Seeing Maggie drooping at the table, Bob asked who she wanted to put her to bed. "Both of you, please?" "Sure sweetie. Come on!" Bob said.

Bob picked her up, and carried her into her bedroom. Heather helped her off with her clothes, and Bob dropped a nightgown over her head.

"Okay, go brush your teeth and use the bathroom, hon," Heather told her daughter.

"I'm too tired, Mommy. I don't wanna," Maggie whined.

"Young Lady," Bob warned.

"Ohhh KKKK, Yes sir," Maggie said. She went in with no further problems and did as she was asked. Heather told him ordinarily that would have been a ten minute argument.

"Well, no more," Bob replied. "Those days of her pushing you around are over. It isn't good for either of you."

A sleepy little girl was tucked in tight, and kissed and she was almost asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow. It had been a pretty big day for her.

Back in the living room, Bob told Heather to put away the lists, and sit with him on the couch. Snuggling in, they talked and planned their honeymoon, and talked of the years ahead as only young lovers can. Dreaming of the perfect future they would have together.