Subject: New Beginnings (A Maggie & Twin Story) Part 15
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

The next morning Maggie woke up and ran immediately to see Skippybird. Making sure he had plenty of water and food, she slipped out the bottom of the cage, and put in fresh newspaper. All done, she ran back to get dressed, trying her best to show her mom and dad how responsible she could be.

When she came out again, Bob was in the kitchen making breakfast, and Maggie smelled bacon and eggs frying and was immediately starved.

"Wow, Daddy, that smells good," she said as she walked in and hugged Bob.

"Thanks, baby, you look pretty spiffy today in your new clothes. Umm, let's see, yup, new hair ribbons, and a beautiful smile to go with them, too."

"And, guess what, Daddy?"

"What Magpie?" Bob smiled down at her.

"I fed and watered and cleaned Skippybird's cage already. BEFORE I even got dressed!" Maggie beamed.

"well, well, I am impressed, Magpie."

"Daddy, can I ask you something?"

"Sure sweetie, what?"

"Can I bring Skippybird to school for show and tell on Friday, pleasssssssse????"

"Well, I am not sure, hon. Let me talk to Mommy about it and get back to you on that, okay?"

"Okay, Daddy, but I really, really, ohhhh really want to." Looking quickly up at Bob, she told him, "but I am NOT whining, Sir, really."

"Glad to hear it," Bob laughed down at her. "Now, set the table, and let's have some breakfast."

Bob poured a cup of coffee to take to his still sleepy wife. She sure was NOT a morning person, he told himself. Walking down the hallway, he was even surprised that she was in the shower. This was early for her. Leaving the coffee on the counter, he yelled good morning, and headed back to the kitchen.

Maggie had set the table, and was only waiting for Bob to put the food on their plates.

"Wasn't it a wonderful party, Daddy?"

"Yes, sweetie, the best."

Maggie ran to him and gave him a huge hug. She was soo happy with her life; she couldn't even begin to imagine what it would be like if they didn't have him.

"Daddy? Promise me you'll never leave me." Maggie was hugging him soo hard that Bob wondered what was up.

"Hey you," he said pulling her up into his arms, "what gives?"

"Oh nothing, I just was thinking I couldn't bear it if anything ever happened to you, that's all."

Maggie looked so serious that Bob knew better than to tease her, and his heart felt full looking into her eyes. "Honey, I love you and your mom, and nothing is ever going to make me go away, okay? I am yours forever and ever, all right?"

Maggie seemed to need extra reassurance, but Bob didn't know what else to say to her, so he just held her tight, and kissed her head again and again. Bob wished he knew what to do to make her more secure, but he realized that with her history, only time would do that.

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Later that day at school, all of Maggie's friends told her what a great time they had had at her party. She couldn't wait to tell them about Skippybird.

"Wow, you are sooo lucky!" they said over and over.

"Can I come over?"

"Can I?"

"No, me first!"

Maggie was overwhelmed and didn't know what to do. "Well, I can ask my mom, and see if you can come over later in the week, okay?"

"Well, Maggie, which of us are you gonna ask first, huh?"

Maggie was saved from an answer by the bell. Whew, she thought, what WAS she gonna do? Walking back to class, she had a thought. She whispered to Julia, her bestest friend, that SHE, of course would be first, but that she was going to bring Skippybird to show and tell, and then everyone could see him all at once.

Julia smiled at her, slipped her arm into Maggie's and they went back to class. By second recess the word had spread about her bringing Skippybird on Friday, and Maggie began to worry, because she didn't have permission from her parents yet. Oh well, she would think of something.

Over dinner that night, Maggie told her mom and dad all about her day, and told them that everyone was sooo excited about Skippybird that her teacher ASKED HER to bring him in on Friday. With that announcement, she figured they couldn't say NO. She knew it was a fib, but figured she couldn't possibly get caught, and what else would she do about all the girls? This seemed the best way to handle it, or so she convinced herself.

At school the next day, she told her teacher that she had a surprise for show and tell on Friday that she was very excited about, and that her parents had given permission for.

"Well dear, then that's just fine. I will put you on the list for Friday," Ms. Brennan said.

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By Friday, Maggie was soo excited she could barely stand it. Her mom drove her to school, and Maggie held Skippybird's cage on her lap. The bird chattered all the way there. When they got to school, Maggie hopped out, and Heather asked if she needed help getting to her class.

"Ohhh no, Mommy, I'm just fine, really." She sure didn't want her mom and her teacher talking to each other. Waving at her, she saw Julia and called her over, and the two took Skippybird to class.

Ms. Brennan's eyes opened wide when she saw the bird in Maggie's hand. "Well, well, you did not TELL me it was an animal, Maggie. Ohhh no, we can't have him here all day. He will talk, and distract the class. Tell you what, you can go first, and then your mom or dad can come pick him up."

"Ohh, I am sorry Ms. Brennan, but my dad is teaching and my mom just left for class. Neither of them can come until after school," Maggie declared. She knew she was lying again, but decided she was in too deep to stop now.

Ms. Brennan frowned. "Well, we will cover him, and hopefully get through the day, but I am afraid that if it gets to be too much, I will have to call one of your parents, is that clear, Margaret?"

"Yes ma'am." Whew, that was close, Maggie thought.

Maggie sat in the back of the class with the bird cage next to her, covered with a cloth. Skippybird was pretty good during the morning until recess, and then everyone crowded around him, and she took the cover off.

Skippybird squawked up a storm and the girls loved it. "Sing for me," they crooned to him. There was soo much going on that Skippybird started getting really upset.

"Okay, that's enough, get back!" Maggie told them all.

"Hey, who are you to push me?" Jilly said.

Defiantly, Maggie said, "I wasn't pushing, I just need everyone to back up a bit."

"Oh yeahhhh?" Jilly responded.

Jilly was a pushy little girl who liked to get into fights. Before anyone knew what had happened, Jilly grabbed Maggie around the neck and started pulling her hair.

"Heyyy! Stop that, stop!" Maggie yelled.

Julia, wanting to protect her, jumped in, but then Crystal pushed her, and suddenly everyone was yelling and pushing, and someone knocked the bird cage over, and the door opened. Skippybird was loose, and flying around, when Ms. Brennan, hearing the commotion, came running from next door where she was doing some copying.

"WHAT IS ALL THIS?" she yelled.

Hearing her authoritative voice, everyone stopped immediately, and it was then that Maggie saw that Skippybird was loose.

"Ohhh no!" she wailed, "My bird is loose. Julia, help me!"

Julia and Maggie crooned to Skippybird, and finally he landed on Maggie's finger and she was able to coax him back into his cage.

"WHAT a close call that was!" Maggie commented.

"Good thing no one had an open window," added Julia.

Maggie was shaking with fright, and started to cry. Julia hugged her, and told the teacher that it was Jilly's fault. Jilly looked defiantly at Julia, and told her to shut up.

"My, my, that is unacceptable language, young lady. Go at once to the principal's office." Jilly just stood there until Ms. Brennan said, "NOW!!!!!" She then turned to the rest of the class. "Okay, now, you will all sit in your seats. You are all on detention for this recess and the afternoon one, and will each write me a 200 word essay on why fighting is wrong. Then you will take them home, and have your parents sign them and bring them back, letter perfect, on Monday. IS THAT CLEAR?"

Twenty two voices said, "Yes Ma'am." They all scurried to their seats, and Maggie was called to the front of the room.

"Margaret, this is an example of why I don't like live animals in my classroom. But it was still no excuse for WHAT happened today. I am glad your bird is okay, but I think it would be best to call one of your parents to pick him up."

Hanging her head, she dutifully said, "Yes, ma'am," and headed for the office. She knew she was going to be in major trouble and didn't know which parent to call. She decided that her mom was less likely to go ballistic so she tried calling the house. Heather picked it up on the second ring, and Maggie told her that Skippybird was being loud, and that her teacher asked if she could pick him up now.

"Sure sweetie, I will be right there," Heather replied.

"Okay, Mom, I will meet you in front of school, okay? That way you don't have to park or anything."

Heather sensed there was more to this story than Maggie was telling her. Some sixth sense that mothers have that knows when a child is telling only half the truth.

Driving to the school, there was Maggie and Skippybird right in front, as advertised, but Maggie looked really upset.

"WHAT is it, sweetie? Did something upset you?" Heather asked, concerned when she saw her daughter's face.

"Oh Mommy," Maggie said, and started to cry. All of a sudden the whole story came pouring out, but mostly all Heather got was a jumble of words and "I'm sorries", and something about almost losing Skippybird. She patted her back, and held her until the sobbing subsided a little, and then asked her to start at the top.

Maggie drew a deep breath, and told her everything again.

"Okay, sweetie, I understand, I think, and we will talk about it later, after school, but right now the important thing is that you are going to be okay. Skippybird is fine, and you need to calm down and get back to class, okay?"

"Are you very mad at me, Mommy?" Maggie asked in a quiet voice.

"Well, sweetie, you lied to me and Daddy, and got into trouble at school, WHAT do you think?"

"I think I am in big trouble, huh?"

"I think you know the answer to that, young lady, but as I said, we will deal with it later. Now, you need to pull it together, and get back to class," Heather said sternly.

"I really am sorry, Mommy."

"I know you are, sweetie."

Giving her a last big hug, she sent her back to class. Sighing, knowing how hard it was going to be for her to concentrate, her heart went out to her little girl. It was something she herself could picture doing, but she knew Bob was going to take a dim view of all this when he got home. He was a real stickler for telling the truth. Well, he did tell her HE didn't want to always be the heavy, so she would deal with Maggie herself.

When Heather picked Maggie up after school, her heart melted again, looking at the woebegone face. But she also knew that the sooner they got this straightened out the better. Maggie was pretty quiet in the car going home, so Heather chatted, and told her about her day.

Maggie ran in and checked on Skippybird first, to make sure he was okay, then went back into the kitchen where her mom was making her a snack.

"Umm, Mommy? I am not really hungry."

"Okay, sit down, Maggs."

Maggie sat down, and stared at the table. "Look at me, Maggs." Maggie reluctantly looked up at her mom. "Now, tell me WHAT you did that was wrong today."

Maggie hated this part, A LOT. She took a deep breath and told her mom everything she felt she had done wrong and even to her it sounded pretty bad, definitely a spankable offense.

"All right, Maggie, I know you know that lying is wrong, and you lied to a whole lot of people. You also put your bird in jeopardy, and showed that you can be pretty irresponsible, not thinking through consequences of your actions, right?"

"Yes, Mommy, I didn't think it all the way through at all, I guess."

"YOU GUESS?" Heather asked, startled.

"No, Mommy, I know," Maggie admitted.

"Okay, Maggs, go into my room and bring me the wooden hairbrush."

"The hairbrush, Mommy??? PLEASE NOOOOO!"

"Are you going to argue with me, or do WHAT you are told?" Heather questioned.

Knowing there was no reprieve, Maggie went to do as she was told, came back and gave it to her mom. Her mom had turned her chair away from the table and motioned Maggie over to her right side. Quickly, Heather pulled down her pants and panties, and pulled her over her knees until her head was almost on the floor, and her legs were straight out. She quickly brought her palm down on her cheek and began to spank her, quickly bringing her cheeks from white to pink.

When she felt she had had a good warmup, she reached for the brush, and upped the ante, the way Charlie, and Bob had taught her. Knowing from her own experiences just how much the brush hurt, she went easy on Maggie, but hard enough to make her point.

"Soo, young lady, SWAT, are you SWAT, going to SWAT SWAT, lie SWAT to us SWAT, again? SWAT SWAT."

"Nooooooo, I am sooo sorry, pleassssse no more, Mommy, pleaseeeeeee??????"

"Have SWAT, you SWAT, learned SWAT, your SWAT, lesson? SWAT SWAT SWAT."

"Yes, Mommy, I have, really, truly I have!!!!!!!"

Heather delivered two final swats to her very red and penitent daughter, and let her up. Maggie quickly danced the dance of the well spanked, and Heather let her for a few moments before ordering her to stand in the corner, and think about her day, and how it could have been avoided.

"Hands on your head now, and NO rubbing. Got it?"

"Yes, Mommy," sniffed Maggie.

Heather let her stand there for five minutes, and then called her over to her. Hugging her hard, she told her all was forgiven. Maggie cried hard on her shoulder, telling her again and again how sorry she was.

"I know you are, Maggs, I know," Heather stated.

"Are you going to tell Daddy?"

"No, Maggs, I am not."

Maggie breathed a sigh of relief, until her mom said, "YOU ARE."

"WHAT???? I have to tell Daddy? But he will spank me again, Mommy. PLEASEEEEE, can't this be a secret between us?" Maggie begged.

"No, Maggs it can't. And, although I think your father will lecture you, I doubt he will spank you again. Now off to your room and get your homework done," Heather commanded.

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Maggie went to her room, and found it too painful to sit on her chair, so she put a pillow on it for comfort. She was just about done with her homework, and extra assignments when she heard her dad's key in the door. Pretty soon she heard a knock at her door.

"Come in, Daddy."

"Well, how's my little Magpie?" Bob asked.

Looking up at him with big sad eyes, she told him that she was in trouble. Then she hung her head again. Coming over to her, Bob swept her up in his arms, noticing the pillow she was sitting on, and put her on his lap on her bed.

"Sooo, tell me WHAT happened, baby."

Maggie took a deep breath and told him the story again, ending with her punishment from her mom.

"Well, seems you have had quite a day, little one."

"Are you very mad at me, Daddy?"

"Well, I am disappointed in your choices, Magpie, and I hope you will consider your bottom when you have this kind of decision to make in the future. But you are forgiven and I am not going to punish you any further," Bob told her.

Realizing she had been holding her breath, Maggie let out a big sigh, and snuggled on her daddy's shoulder.

Later that night, someone else was snuggling on his shoulder, and he was kissing her forehead. Bob told Heather how proud he was of her for handling the situation. Heather beamed with his compliment, and soon purred with contentment, as his lips found hers.

~~~~~~~~~~~~THE END, FOR NOW~~~~~~~~~~~