Subject: New Beginnings (A Maggie & Twin Story) Part 12
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..

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Bob woke up the next morning early, as was his custom. He decided to make pancakes and had the coffee perking, and the batter ready when the first sleepy head entered the kitchen.

"Whatcha making, Uncle Bob?" asked Robin.

Bob saw his niece and smiled, "Pancakes, hon, are the others up yet?"

"Nope, not yet," she said.

"Okay, sweetie, then you and I get some alone time, don't we?" Bob suggested, opening up his arms wide.

Robin ran into them and they sat like that at the table, while Bob sipped his coffee, and Robin had juice. Neither of them saw Maggie at the doorway, staring at them, before slipping away. Maggie decided to go back to her room, get dressed, and be perfect, so her daddy would be proud, but little thoughts kept getting in her way:

What if her new daddy liked Robin better? What if he would rather have one of the twins for his daughter instead? Well, he had known them a lot longer than he had her, right? Of course, right. Slow tears slipped down her nose, at the thought of her daddy not loving her as much as he loved Robin and Jenn.

Instead of getting dressed, Maggie decided to go into her mom and dad's room and slip into bed with her mom. She desperately needed to feel loved, and hoped that her mom could provide it without asking a lot of questions. Half asleep, Heather felt Maggie before she opened her eyes, and gathered her close to cuddle with her. Sighing, Maggie wiggled into a comfortable place, and soaked up the nurturing her mom was giving her.

Jenn finally woke up, and sauntered into the kitchen, and then Bob went to wake up Heather. Standing in the doorway, his heart filled with pride as he looked at Heather and Maggie curled up in bed together. Longing to join them, but knowing that the twins were hungry and waiting for breakfast, he tiptoed over, and kissed both his wife, and daughter.

Leaning to whisper in her ear, he told Heather how much he loved her, and then did the same with Maggie. Lifting Maggie up in his arms, he pulled her out of bed, and announced that pancakes a la Clemente would be ready shortly. Heather looked like she wanted to drift off again, and so he put Maggie down, and asked her to go into the kitchen.

Giggling, thinking they wanted to smooch, she left, and Bob leaned down and rubbed Heather's bottom, and asked if she needed another dose of discipline to remember to get up this morning. Heather's eyes flew open, and she quickly jumped out of bed, almost knocking him over.

Laughing, Bob gathered her into his arms, and kissed her soundly. "Okay, let's get the day going," he said. And with that, he swatted her still sore bottom, and left to make pancakes.

~~~~~~~~~

Bob and Heather decided to take the girls to the movies, and they all had a wonderful time watching a double feature Disney movie. By the time it was over, they knew they should head back to wait for Charlie and Lisa. The twins got really quiet on the way home, and Bob wondered what was up with them.

Back at the apartment, they went quietly to pack their stuff, and Bob looked over at Heather who shrugged her shoulders. Turning to Maggie he asked her if something was wrong.

Maggie said, "Well, ummm, I guess Uncle Charlie told the twins if you had to spank them for anything, he would spank them again when HE got back, so they know that they are in trouble."

Bob nodded. "Ahhh, I see. Okay, let me talk to them."

Walking into Maggie's room, Bob saw two really subdued girls and his heart went out to them. "Tell you what, you two. You have both been good as gold today and I think that you learned your lesson about the woods, right?"

"Yes Sir," they said in unison.

"Okay, just this once, I think it is okay to tell your dad that everything was fine. You knew you did something you shouldn't, you were punished, and as far as I am concerned it is over. Deal?" he asked.

"Ohhhh Uncle Bob, you are the best uncle in the whole world!" Robin exclaimed.

"Hmmm, even when I spank your naughty bottoms?" he asked and laughed at the same time.

For an answer, both girls threw their arms around his neck, causing him to fall over. Taking that opportunity he started tickling them, and they began to screech, and none of them heard the doorbell. Charlie and Lisa walked into the room, and laughed as they saw all the legs and arms tangled on the floor.

Charlie smiled and said, "Well, I guess it was a good weekend, huh little brother?"

"Absolutely, we love having the twins," Bob answered.

"Were they any trouble?" Charlie asked sternly.

"Nope, none at all," Bob said and winked at the girls.

They all got up so the girls could hug their mom and dad.

"Anybody hungry?" Lisa asked.

The girls groaned, thinking of all the popcorn they had eaten, but Bob said, "Absolutely!"

"Well, dinner is on us. Let's order some pizza," Charlie suggested.

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After the twins left with their folks, Bob told Heather he would give Maggie her bath. In the tub, Maggie looked at Bob, and he saw a question in her eyes.

"What is it, Magpie?" Bob asked gently.

"Well, Daddy, I am a bit worried about tomorrow. What if Frankie is really mad at me? What if he starts something? Do you think my teacher and the principal will still be mad? I just don't know if I can face it, Daddy."

Maggie started to sob, and Bob felt his heart wanting to break. His little girl had been through sooo much in a short period of time.

Gently, he said, "Honey, you can't just stay home from school forever, now can you? There are a lot of your friends there to see, and be with, right?"

Maggie nodded. "Uh huh, I guess so. But I am still grounded, and I am afraid to be on the playground, or go to lunch!"

Bob slapped his hands and got Maggie's full attention. "Okay, what we need here is a plan. How about when you get out of the tub you call Julia, and find out if you two can eat your lunch somewhere else?"

Maggie shook her head back and forth. "I can't, Daddy."

"Why not, Magpie?" Bob asked, wondering why she was suddenly so miserable.

"Cause, I can't use the phone, Daddy," Maggie expressed.

Bob chuckled. "Ohhh yeah, I forgot. Well, I think for this one thing, it is okay, okay?"

Bob lifted her out of the tub and sat her on his lap to dry her off, and also so he could hold her really close, and hopefully so she could feel his love.

"Daddy?" Maggie asked.

"Yes, Magpie?"

"Do you love Robin and Jenn more than me?" Maggie's head was buried in his shoulder when she asked this, and he was so startled by her question, he almost dropped her.

"Why would you ask such a thing?" Bob queried.

Maggie hung her head, knowing she had upset her daddy. "I am sorry, Daddy."

"No hon, please don't be sorry, just talk to me. Please?" he pleaded.

"Well, you have known them a lot longer, and I just well, I umm, I just needed to ask, I guess," she explained.

Bob held her so tight, she could barely breathe. "Maggie, I love you soo much I can't even believe it myself. No one, except your mom, has ever meant as much to me as you do, and I will love you as your forever dad until the day I die, and NOTHING is ever going to change that. Nothing you do, could ever do, could EVER EVER change it. Got it?"

Maggie just nodded, and Bob rocked her back and forth until he felt her trembling stop.

"Okay now?" he asked, as he helped her into her nightgown, and brushed her hair.

"Yes, Daddy. Thank you."

"Sweetie?"

"Yes, Daddy?"

"Thank you for trusting me enough to ask me. I always want you to know you can come to me with whatever you are feeling, thinking, or doing," Bob reminded her.

"I know that, Daddy. I really do," answered Maggie.

~~~~~~~~~

The next day at school, Maggie was nervous but did her best to hide it, and indeed was very glad to be back with her friends. It had been almost six days since she had seen or talked to any of them. Her eye was healed with just a tinge of blue underneath it, and her side was fine.

Bob had called the principal after Maggie left with Heather for school to discuss the situation, and she had promised to keep a very sharp eye on things. First recess came, and the girls all surrounded Maggie as if to protect her. Frankie, seeing her in her group, walked to the opposite end of the playground, and acted as if she didn't exist. Lunchtime and afternoon recess went the same way, and Maggie started to breathe again.

After school she almost ran into him in the hallway, and tried to stand aside so he could pass. He looked at her with such venom that it scared her, and he told her to stay clear of him. He was NOT going to get into trouble again because of HER. She was a worthless troublemaker, and he told her nobody liked her anyway. And then he just sauntered off.

Julia came up behind the startled Maggie, and took her arm. "Come on, he has no clue what he is saying. Everyone but him likes you. I bet his dad gave him a real whipping," her friend said.

Suddenly, Maggie actually felt sorry for her arch enemy. "Is his dad mean to him?"

"No, I don't think so, just real strict," Julia said.

"Ohh," was all Maggie could say.

Julia hesitated a minute, then asked, "Ummm were YOU in a lot of trouble?"

"Well," Maggie began, "kinda. I had to do research in the library, and write a paper for my parents on Martin Luther King. Ohh, yeah, I am grounded for another week, too. No phone, tv. nothing."

Julia sympathized with her friend. "Wow, that's too bad. I was gonna invite you over tomorrow after school."

"Ohhhh, I wish I could come, but I can't. Sheesh, sometimes a spanking is sure easier than a punishment that lasts FOREVER!" Maggie blurted.

Julia giggled, and agreed with her. "Yeah, my daddy spanks me when I am naughty, but I have NEVER been grounded. It sounds horrible," Julia expressed.

Maggie giggled then, and told her, "Well, I guess I will live." Then they both giggled, and parted company for the day.

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At home, Maggie filled her parents in on all that was happening as she ate a snack, and then retired to her room to study. Bob and Heather were stunned at how grown up she had sounded, as she told them about her day, and about being invited to Julia's house, and how she had handled it. Not a whine or a pout in any of it. They were both pretty proud. Heather wanted to forgive the rest of the week's grounding, but Bob felt it important to carry through on the punishment.

"We have to be consistent, hon," he informed her.

"But Bob!"

"No whining from YOU, young lady," Bob said mock sternly.

Heather giggled, and kissed him as she told him what a great dad he was. Bob swatted her on her bottom for good measure, and then went to correct papers.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Heather had decided to take three classes to start and so far were enjoying them. She had thought she would be the oldest student in every one, and was pleasantly surprised to find others her age in her classes. She had made a few friends, and had spent the morning in the library studying with them. She knew she would never be an A student, but felt that if she could maintain a B average, life would be good, and Bob could be proud.

Three weeks later, Heather realized that her blas‚ attitude about school was completely off base. Her work became much harder, and she was struggling to keep up with the massive amounts of reading it required. On top of that, she had been slacking off quite a bit lately, going shopping with friends, spending time on the internet, and making fancy dinners for the family.

With midterms coming soon, she realized that she would be in big trouble if she didn't start really paying more attention. Bob asked her continually how she was doing, and she always insisted it was fine, but she knew that when he found out, there would be a big price to pay.

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At school, Maggie had relaxed into the routine, and was excited because Julia was having a sleepover the next weekend. Notes were being passed back and forth between them, and the whispering was non stop. They had both been reprimanded three times that day for whispering, and then Maggie got caught with a note.

"All right, that is IT. If you like notes so much, Maggie, I will send one home to your parents!" Ms. Brennan shouted.

Maggie was shocked. Ms. Brennan had never had to yell at her before. Usually she was so calm. Maggie thought her heart would stop. She knew just how her dad was going to respond to that. She was quiet the rest of the day, and got lots of sympathy looks from Julia.

After class, before recess, Maggie tried to talk her teacher out of sending the note home, but couldn't convince her. Instead, she was told that it would also be logged on her chart, and that she would have to do a clean up detention as part of her punishment. Handing her the note, she told Maggie to have one of her parents sign it and bring it back tomorrow morning. If she didn't the office would send for her, and she would be in the principal's office when they called her parents at home.

Knowing that would only make things worse, Maggie went out to recess, and sat moping with Julia. Julia tried her best to cheer her up, and finally left her alone, and went off to play with some other friends. Maggie had no wish to play at all. She wandered off to a corner of the yard and sat against the fence.

Deep in thought, she didn't realize anyone had approached when she heard, "Hey, what's with you, mopey head?"

She looked up and realized the voice belonged to her arch enemy, Frankie. "Why would you care?" Maggie asked him.

"I don't, but you do look pretty pathetic sitting there, you know. You in trouble?" he asked.

"Yeah, I am. Feel better?" she asked sarcastically.

"Not really, I have a note to take home to my parents," Frankie told her.

"Wow! Me too!" Maggie exclaimed.

Both looked at the other with unspoken sympathy, and then Frankie walked away. Maggie was amazed that he even deigned to speak to her at all. But maybe it was true, misery did love company.

~~~~~~~~~

That night Maggie was pretty quiet during dinner, but her parents were talking so much they hardly noticed, until her dad looked over and saw she was merely pushing her food around on her plate.

"What's up, Magpie? Not hungry?" he asked.

Maggie looked down and mumbled into her plate, "No Sir."

Seeing the downcast look on her face, Bob wondered what was up. "Do you have something you need to tell us, sweetie?" he asked gently.

He was trying to make it easier for her, but his kind tone just started the tears to roll down her face. "Spill it, sweetie. It will be easier than holding it in and dreading what our reaction is going to be."

"Well, I umm, see I ahhh, ohhhhh," she began. Maggie ran from the table to get the note. Coming back, she stood silently and gave the note to her dad. He opened it, read it and passed it to Heather.

Looking into Maggie's sad eyes, his heart melted, but he knew he had to reinforce good behavior in school. "Well Maggie, what do you have to say for yourself?"

"Nothing, Sir," she said quietly.

"There must be something, isn't there?" her mom asked.

"Nope, I was passing notes and whispering with Julia, and I shouldn't have been, and I have to go to detention and have you sign this note," Maggie explained.

"Well, you know what you did was wrong, don't you?" Bob asked.

"Yes, sir."

"Okay, then, do you want to finish your dinner?" he asked.

Maggie shook her head. "No Sir. I don't think I can. No, I guess not."

"Well then, I want you to go to your room, and stand in the corner thinking about today, and how you could have prevented having this note sent home until I come in. Is that clear, young lady?" Bob asked, sternly.

"Yes Sir."

"Okay, scoot then," he said. Maggie went flying down the hallway to her room, relieved that the telling was over, but dreading the spanking she knew was coming.

Bob looked over at Heather and asked her what she thought.

"Oh hon, she looked soooo cute, and sad. And I know she knows better, but kids are kids. Can't you just lecture her?" Heather asked hopeful, knowing what Bob intended.

"Do you think that would make a big impression, hon?" Bob asked her.

"No, I guess not," Heather admitted.

"Well, do we make a stand that education, and classwork is important, or do we let it slide?" Bob inquired.

Knowing how guilty she herself was, she knew that in some way, she was pleading for herself. "Well, she is good most of the time, so a little slip now and again can be expected, right?" Heather asked cautiously.

With some intuition, Bob wondered what was really going on with his pretty little wife, but thought that time would tell him. But he couldn't help asking, "Anything YOU want to tell me, sweetie?"

"Uhhh, no, why would there be, dear?" Heather asked nervously.

"Oh nothing, just you seem a tad on edge, that's all," Bob said.

"Well, I have a lot of work to do, that's all, and I umm, better get the dishes done so I can study, while you talk to Maggs," Heather said nervously. Finishing dinner, both turned to the chores at hand.

Bob walked slowly to Maggie's room, not liking any better than she what he had to do. Finding her standing in the corner, he almost changed his mind, but when he called her over, she looked him in his eyes, and said, "Daddy I am sorry to be such a disappointment to you."

"Margaret Ann, YOU are not ever, ever a disappointment to me, I love you with all my heart. Sometimes, however, your behavior disappoints me, but never misunderstand the difference between the two, okay? Do you understand me?" Bob asked.

Maggie shook her head no.

Bob tried to explain. "Well, YOU as the person you are, will always be my cherished little girl, but you will also make mistakes in judgement along the way. As your daddy, it is my job to make sure you understand the difference between right and wrong, and to correct it. Understand?"

"I think so, Daddy," Maggie said.

"Okay, then tell me what you did to be punished tonight," he inquired.

Hating this part, Maggie looked down, and recited the list of her transgressions. Bob knew this was hard for her, but also knew how important it was for her to accept responsibility for her actions.

He quickly lowered her pants and panties and put her over his knee. Knowing that this was not a major transgression, he spanked her but not overly hard, alternating cheeks until he felt that she had had enough to make a point.

Maggie was sobbing quietly as he put her on her feet, pulled up her panties and pants and put her on his lap. She immediately threw her arms around his neck, and he held and rocked her letting her know how much she was loved.

"Sweetheart, you know that Daddy doesn't like to spank you, don't you?"

"Yes, Daddy, I know."

"But, I do it because I love you. Do you know that, too?"

"Uh huh," she said, hugging him harder.

He let her quiet down, rubbing her back, and talking softly to her, reminding her once again how much she was treasured, and loved. They sat that way for a long time, and Maggie knew deep in her heart that she had the best daddy in the whole wide world.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The following morning, Maggie gave her signed note to her teacher. She told her to report to the office after school for her trash pick up detention. Maggie quietly walked back to her desk, vowing to be good.

At lunchtime, Julia and all of Maggie's other friends again formed a tight circle, and all commiserated with her on her rotten luck at being caught. It really could have been any of them, as they had all been whispering and passing notes.

"Well," Maggie told them, "at least I can still go to Julia's party, but if I get into any more trouble, I probably won't be allowed to go, so pleasssse help me be good."

Everyone giggled at the face Maggie made and agreed to help keep her on track.

After school, Maggie went to the office, and after a few minutes, Frankie walked in. It seemed they were the only two to have detention today. Mrs. Carmichael, the secretary, gave them trash bags, and told them to go out to the yard, and pick up any trash they found there, and report back in one hour. She cautioned them to make sure they were working and not dilly dallying. Maggie had to hide her smile, as that was a word she had only ever heard her grandmother use.

After Mrs. Carmichael's short lecture, they both headed outside. "Well, Shortstuff, which side of the yard do YOU want?" Frankie asked her belligerently.

"Hey, you know, we both have this detail, so why be nasty about it?" Maggie asked him. "I am NOT the one that got you into THIS mess. By the way, why are you in this mess?"

"Never mind, shortstuff, let's just get on with it."

Maggie suddenly smiled at him.

Frankie frowned. "Hey, whatcha smiling about?"

"Ohh nothin. Do you have any sisters?" Maggie asked.

"No, thank goodness, I DON'T. Why did ya ask?"

"Cause you seem like what I always thought a big brother would be like, that's all," Maggie stated.

Suddenly, Frankie laughed. "Really? And how is THAT, Shortstuff?"

"Hey, quit calling me Shortstuff. I am NOT that much shorter than YOU are!" Maggie retorted.

"Yeah, but you are younger AND shorter than I am, so quit complaining. It's just a nickname, ya know."

"Yeah, I guess."

They both picked up their bags and began to pick up trash.

"Sheesh, kids are messy, aren't they?" Frankie asked, not knowing why he felt the need to break the silence.

Maggie looked thoughtful. "Well, yeah, so are we, when we aren't thinking about it. I guess."

As they walked and picked up trash, they began to talk about where they had come from. Frankie's dad was retired military. He had gotten wounded during the Gulf War, and gotten discharged on a medical condition. Frankie didn't tell her what had happened, and Maggie didn't ask. He seemed caught up in memories.

"We moved around a lot when I was younger. Seemed there was always some new base to go to, new people to meet. But, I guess we are gonna stay here now. This is where my Mom grew up, which is why we moved back to here," Frankie explained.

"Have you lived in other countries?" Maggie asked.

"Well, sure. I have lived in Europe, Germany mostly, and then we were sent to Japan for about six months, and then back to England. Like I said, lots of places. That's why I am a little behind in my schoolwork now. I really should be in sixth grade, not fifth. Sooo, what's YOUR story?" he asked.

"Well, I lived upstate until a short time ago. My mom remarried and we live here now. Not much to tell," Maggie said fliply.

Frankie looked at her, and knew there was a lot more, but decided not to push her. "You know, you're not bad for a girl," he grudgingly admitted.

"Well, thanks. You aren't bad for a boy either," Maggie said.

"Well, we don't have to blab that all over, do we?" Frankie asked.

"Nahh, we can keep it to ourselves," Maggie admitted.

Frankie smiled. "Well, I like what you said about thinking of me as a big brother, kinda. I will watch out for ya, Shortstuff."

"Thanks, Frankie, that's nice of you."

"Wanna shake on it?" he asked.

"Sure," Maggie answered.

Looking at his watch, he shook hands, and told her they could pack it in, and head for the office. The principal had watched them out her window, and was really glad when she saw them talking and shaking hands. She knew they had both turned a corner and was glad to see it. She met them when they came back in, and informed them that they had both done a good job, and were free to go home.

"Maggie, your mother wants you to call her, and she will pick you up," Mrs. Haley informed her.

Not wanting to look too interested, Frankie just headed out. Maggie was disappointed he hadn't even said goodbye to her, but at the door, he turned around, and winked at her. Her spirits improved immediately, and she smiled back, careful not to look too obvious.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

Two weeks later, midterms were almost upon Heather, and she was in a total panic. Every night Bob asked her how she was doing, and she always lied to him. She was beginning to think this nightmare was only going to get worse. What is gonna happen when he finds out I am failing EVERY class? she thought. Will he still love me, or will he think he married a total failure?

The more nervous she got, the more she jumped at both Bob and Maggie, until one night Bob asked Maggie to go read in her room.

"Okay, Heather, I have had enough of this behavior from you, young lady. We are going to go into our bedroom and discuss this at length. DO YOU UNDERSTAND?" Bob began.

"Yes Sir." Heather was both frightened, and relieved at the same time. Once in their bedroom, Bob closed and locked the door.

"Okay, now Heather, I know you have been lying to me for weeks. I know that you are struggling with your work. Sooo, tell me, why do you think you need to hide it?" Bob asked.

Heather suddenly looked at Bob and saw the hurt on his face. She thought the hurt was because she had failed him academically.

Quietly, Bob asked her, "Do you think I am an ogre? Do I frighten you soo much you couldn't ask me for help? Have I failed you that miserably?"

Heather looked up into his hurt eyes, and was astounded. "What did you ask me?" She was so stunned that it took a moment to register just what Bob was saying. "YOU fail ME? What ever would make you think that?" she asked surprised.

"Well, obviously, you don't trust me enough to confide in me, to let me help you, to make our marriage a team effort," he said bitterly.

"Bob, I NEVER thought any of those things," Heather swore.

"Then what were you thinking?" he asked.

"Well, I felt I had to do this myself, that I had to prove myself to YOU." Heather started to cry, and Bob just sat there, NOT taking her into his arms, as she had hoped, and needed with all her heart and soul.

Sighing, Bob stood up and went to look out the window. "Heather, what do you think intimacy means?"

Heather was shocked at this line of questioning. "What? Well, it means cuddling, and holding each other, and all the other things we do in bed," she said simply.

"Is that all it means to you?" he asked.

Heather had no clue what Bob wanted her to say, but she sure hoped divine inspiration would hit about now.

Sighing again, Bob told her, "Intimacy is not just about what happens between two people in bed, sweetheart. It is sharing heart, mind, body and spirit. And you, have not been doing that with me. We aren't sharing your burdens, are we? You have pushed me away. Why?"

Heather was silently crying, watching his back, and wondering how they had gotten sooo off track. "I, well, I, that is I didn't realize I was pushing you away. I just thought I had to do this to make you proud of me," she tried to explain.

"I am always proud of you, silly goose, but I am also hurt, that there is so little trust between us. Trust is an important thing to me, and if we don't have it, we don't have anything," he said.

With that, Bob walked out of the bedroom, and Heather threw herself onto their bed, and sobbed her heart out.

Bob walked out of the apartment, and walked in the cold hoping to calm down, but he felt devastated. He couldn't understand what had gone so wrong. He felt like he had somehow given Heather the impression that she couldn't come to him, that he wouldn't understand, and felt like a failure. Heather, was sobbing in their bedroom, thinking mostly the same thoughts, of how she had let him down, and failed HIM.

Bob came back an hour later, and checked on Maggie. She was fast asleep, and he tucked her in, and kissed her forehead before turning out her light, and removing the book that was still in her hand. He touched her hair, and wondered how he had ever gotten lucky enough to have a daughter like her.

Slowly he walked down the hallway to his bedroom, still not sure what to do when he got there. Heather had heard him approach, and had decided on a course of action while he was gone. She knew she had to regain his trust in her, and when he came into the bedroom, he saw his pretty wife standing in the corner, nose to the wall.

Astounded, he asked her what she was doing. "Waiting for you, Sir."

"Come here, sweetheart," Bob said quietly.

Heather turned to him, and walked slowly over. As he sat on the bed, she kneeled in front of him, and looking up into his eyes, she apologized for hurting him.

"I am sorry for not looking at it from your point of view, sweetheart. You are right. I should have come to you, and told you that I was having problems. But I was ashamed, and embarrassed," she admitted.

Taking her chin in his hand, Bob told her, "Hon, there is never going to be anything that you should be ashamed of. I am your husband, and I love you with all my heart, not for what you can do, but for who you are. Do you understand that?"

"Yes, I do, and for my lack of trust, and for not coming to you, and for not doing the work I should have been doing, I think we both know what you need to do," she said.

Heather had placed a hairbrush under the bed, and reached under and handed it to him. Bob looked down at Heather, and knew she was right. They both needed this. Slowly he held his hand out, and pulled her up and over his knees. Lifting her negligee, he pushed it up on her back, and realized she was wearing nothing underneath. Stroking her bottom tenderly, he asked her why she was being punished.

"For not trusting you, sir, for not allowing our love to transcend anything else that was going on, for pushing you away, and for not telling you the whole truth, when you asked me," Heather said calmly.

"And for all those things, what do you think you deserve, my little one?"

"Please spank me, sir."

Heather couldn't believe what comfort those words gave her. She knew that it would hurt, but she also knew how cleansed and loved she would feel afterwards. Bob began spanking her slowly, tenderly, almost as caresses. Then he began more in earnest, and Heather began to feel the heat rise.

Over and over he spanked her, one cheek, then the other, and then, he began to spank her thighs, and boy did that ever hurt. She yelped a bit, but tried not to kick too much, and accept her due punishment. Bob suddenly picked up the hairbrush, and began a flurries of spanks that went up one side of her bottom, down the other, and also both her thighs.

He gently lectured her as he made his points with a sharp smack. "Now, will you EVER (SMACK) not tell (SMACK) me the things (SMACK) you should (SMACK) young lady?" (SMACK)

"No sir, I promise."

Bob kept it up until Heather was sobbing quietly and was limp on his lap. Reaching over to the nightstand, he grabbed some cream and began caressing her bottom, spreading it all over. Her bottom was a fiery red, and he rubbed her back and bottom until she quieted down.

Pulling her up, he put her gently on his lap. Looking up at him with tears still in her eyes, she asked him, "Am I forgiven?"

"Of course, and you always will be, my love. You are soo precious to me, now, and for always."

Hugging her tightly, he knew, without a doubt, that he had never loved anyone more, and knew that this love, would last a lifetime.