AUTHOR'S NOTE:
Thank you all for your support. For those of you who have said ignore the haters, I do for the most part, and I have developed a thick skin, but I've been publishing on this site for almost a year now and from almost day one I've gotten grief and criticism about my fics with spanking in them. I've been called "sick" and "perverted" for writing about spanking. Writing these stories is something that I love doing and the characters I have created are near and dear to my heart, they are a part of me, and I feel like I have to defend them. I know that you shouldn't "feed the trolls" and everyone says to ignore bullies, but like I said, my stories and characters are a part of me and I can't just sit back and let people be nasty to me about them. Does that make sense?
Let me explain something that I don't think some people understand: while spanking in "the real world" is for the most part frowned upon, there are people who like to read and write about it. If you are one of those people then you "get" my stories and the motivations behind the character's actions. The people who are complaining either have their own issues with spanking, that they are putting on my fics, or they are one of those people who doesn't like reading about spanking and therefore doesn't "understand" it. I'm not going to explain my reasons why I like it, it's personal to me. And, since this is a fictional AU about fictional characters, I can write them acting however I want them to act. I try to keep them as close to canon as possible, but sometimes I have them act or react differently because it's MY story that I'm writing, and I can basically do what I want. I have always stated that my fics are AU with some canon.
To the Anonymous Guest: I'm not going to have a debate with people about "why spanking is wrong" or explain my motivations or anything. Reading and writing about spanking has NOTHING to do with a person's stance about spanking in "the real world". And to be honest, I don't really care or want to know if you spanked your kids or not in the "real world" either, it's not my business, since I'm writing a FICTIONAL story about spanking. And, if you are reading and enjoying my writing, then you probably have some idea why I write what I do. For the rest of you who "don't understand it" or "don't like it", don't read it.
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CONTENT WARNING: Dean has laid down the law with Charlie, but she's a stubborn Winchester, so she has to "test the waters" and see if he'll follow through...and yes, she gets spanked in this chapter. IF YOU DON'T LIKE IT, DON'T READ IT!
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Daddy woke me up the next morning. I was in my bed, in my nightgown- he must have changed me and put me to bed after I had fallen asleep in his lap the night before.
He was sitting on the edge of the bed. I looked at him carefully to see if he was still angry, but he didn't look like it.
"We're going to have a talk about the rules this morning before you go to PT," he told me, "And Uncle Sam wants to have a talk with you about home-schooling."
"Uh, a... talk?" I asked hesitantly. Sometimes when Daddy said "a talk" it really meant a spanking.
"He wants to go over his rules for your schoolwork. And I'm backing him one hundred percent on this, Charlie," he gave me a serious look, "You need to apologize to him too, little girl, for what you said to him last night, and also for how you've been treating him and talking to him lately. Your sassy mouth has been out of hand with him. And you need to apologize for lying about your school work too. Understand?"
I squirmed uncomfortably, because I felt so guilty for how I had been with Uncle Sam. I knew I had been mouthy but it had gotten to the point where I just couldn't seem to stop.
"Okay," I said, trying to appear agreeable.
"No, Charlie," Daddy said sternly, "For now on it's yes, Daddy and no, Daddy, got it?"
"Uh- yes, Daddy," I said.
He leaned forward and kissed my forehead. "All right, get dressed and come out to the kitchen for breakfast and we'll talk," he got up and started to walk out of the room.
"Daddy!" I called.
He turned back to me with a questioning look on his face.
I raised my arms up to him. "Carry me!"
He looked at me and something in his face changed. "No, Charlie, you need to walk."
"But- but you always carry me!" I felt disappointed.
"I said no. You need to walk so that you're getting as much exercise as possible," he turned and went out to the kitchen.
I felt a little hurt by that, because he would always carry me out of the room and then we'd snuggle together on the sofa for a few minutes.
I sighed and got out of bed, grabbing some clothes out of my duffle and getting dressed slowly. I wasn't looking forward to talking with Uncle Sam. What if he was still mad at me? What if he spanked me?
When I went out to the kitchen, Daddy and Uncle Sam were already there. Daddy was standing at the stove, and Uncle Sam was sitting at the table with a mug in his hands. He looked up when I walked over to him. "Charlie," he nodded at me.
I stood in front of him and put my hands behind my back.
"Uh, Uncle Sam, I'm, I'm sorry for what I said yesterday to you, an' I'm sorry for being mean and sassy all those times before," I looked down at my feet.
"Thank you, Charlie," he said, putting the mug on the table.
I cleared my throat. "An' I'm sorry for, uh, for not doing my work and, uh, lying about it."
He leaned forward slightly. "By all rights, I owe you a spanking for that," he said.
My tummy clenched nervously when he said that, and I looked up at him to see what he was going to do.
"Lying is supposed to be an automatic spanking, but since things...have been different the past couple of weeks, we're going to start over today, clean slate."
"Sit down and eat, Charlie," Daddy said, bringing a pan of scrambled eggs to the table. He served them onto the plates that were on the table.
I slid into my chair and picked up my fork, feeling relieved. Daddy put two pieces of toast on my plate and Uncle Sam slid a bowl with canteloupe slices over next to me.
"Take some fruit too," he said to me. Even after how I'd been with him, and how mean I had been the night before, he was still being nice to me and doing things to take care of me.
I burst into tears and then flung myself out of the chair and onto his lap.
"I am sorry, Uncle Sam!" I sobbed, "I'm sorry I was so bad, an', an' sassed you so much, I'm the big meany, not you!"
He put his arms around me, "Shh, Charlie, no, you're not mean, and you're not bad, you've just been having a rough time because... the rules weren't being enforced. It's all right, honey, shh," he rubbed the back of my head.
He held me until I stopped crying, and then handed me a napkin to wipe my face with. I wiped my face and then slid off of his lap and got back into my chair. I took two slices of canteloupe and started to eat them.
"Now, rules," Daddy said, "Let's go over the rules to see if you remember them and so that they're in your mind. How many do you remember?"
"Uhh..." I thought for a moment, "Um, stay with a grownup in public, no wandering off, no, uh, hitting or putting my hands on someone, no leaving the room by myself, umm...no sassing, no disrespect, no attitude, do what I'm told without complaining or mouthing off..." I trailed off.
"You forgot a big one," Daddy told me, "No lying."
I felt myself blushing. "Oh, yeah," I said.
"And what's the consequence for lying?" he asked.
"Uh, a- a spanking," I said quietly.
"That's right," Daddy said, "Lying is a big no-no in our family, because we all need to trust each other and we can't trust if there's lying going on. Do you understand that?"
"I- I think so," I said.
"How about the rules for the car, do you remember them?" he asked.
"Um, always stay buckled when the car is moving and stay right by the car when I get out, and uh, no throwing things," I felt myself blush harder, remembering the spanking I had gotten for throwing the crayons, and I looked down at my plate.
"Good job remembering those, Charlie," Daddy said.
"No locking doors, and no answering the hotel room door by yourself either," Uncle Sam said.
"Oh, yeah," I said, picking up a piece of toast.
Uncle Sam took a drink of his coffee and set the mug down. "Now let's talk about home-schooling," he looked at me, "you're behind now, Charlie, and you're going to have to really work hard to catch up. I can't keep letting things go anymore either. Part of that is my fault- I left you alone to do the work because I wanted to help Dad with his research or whatever. I realized that I can't do that, because this is different and you're still getting used to it. So for that, I'm sorry. I'm going to be working with you much more closely from now on, until we've both gotten used to home-schooling and figured out what works best for you. It might take a little while to figure that out and decide how we want to do things. But from now on, I'm not going to tolerate any more slacking off, or lying about school work, or lying to get out of doing work. You lie to me about your school work, and I will spank you," Uncle Sam gave me a look.
"O-okay," I said, "I mean yes, Uncle Sam," I swallowed nervously.
"We need to discuss consequences too," Daddy looked at me, "Early bedtime, loss of t.v. privileges, time out, and losing your 3DS or drawing supplies for a while, and spanking."
"I'm not going to have you writing lines as a consequence for now because you're still working on your hand strength," Uncle Sam said. "Finish up, Charlie, we need to leave soon."
"Yes, Uncle Sam," I put the toast crusts on my plate and ate the last of my eggs.
"Put your plate in the sink if you're done," Daddy said.
I got up and threw the crusts in the trash, and then carefully placed my fork and plate in the sink.
As I walked past the table, Daddy caught me around the waist and pulled me over to him and onto his lap. "I still need my morning snuggle," he said, hugging me, "I didn't forget about that."
Tears came to my eyes for a second- I was glad he hadn't forgotten, because I had come to enjoy sitting with him in the mornings. I put my arms around him and leaned into his chest.
"Where's Grandpa John?" I asked.
"He already left to go to the library, doing more research," Uncle Sam said, "He has the ability to really focus and find clues in the smallest details and put them together."
"Another hunt? Already? Are you guys going to have to go with him?" I looked up at Daddy.
"Well, no, this is something...it's a long-term project that he's been working on for years," Daddy said. He patted my thigh. "Go on and get ready, you need to get going." He gave me a squeeze and kissed my forehead, and I slid off of his lap and went to put my shoes on.
A nurse stopped Uncle Sam on the way out of the PT session that day, to tell him that Dr. Miriam wanted to see me on Wednesday, to draw some blood and do an assessment of my strength and everything. She gave him a slip of paper that she said was a prescription for a sedative.
I fell asleep in the car on the way back to the hotel like I always did, and Uncle Sam woke me up after a couple of hours.
"Let's have lunch and then do some school work," he said, "I think you do better work in the afternoon." he stood up.
I lifted my arms to him. "Carry me!" I said.
He just gave me a look. "No, you can walk. It's better for your legs if you walk."
"But—but I had PT earlier, and I-"
"I said no, Charlie," Uncle Sam said evenly.
"Oh come on!" I complained.
"Excuse me?" Uncle Sam asked in a stern voice. He raised his eyebrows at me.
"O-kaaay," I said.
He had started to walk out of the room, but he stopped and turned when I said that."Excuse me?" he repeated, frowning at me now.
I gulped nervously. "I—uh, I mean, yes Uncle Sam," I said quickly, remembering what Daddy had said earlier. I got up and followed him into the kitchen.
We had tomato soup and grilled cheese sandwiches for lunch, and then Uncle Sam sat me down at the desk and we did school work together. For a looooong time. I didn't mind it, though, because it was reading and vocabulary and I like to read and learn about words.
Uncle Sam scrolled through the test I had taken, shaking his head.
"Amazing, Charlie," he said, "I really think we're going to breeze through this course work. If you keep going the way you're going with Language Arts, you may very likely finish this unit early and we can start on the next one," he set the tablet down on the desk. "You got 100 % on the vocab test, which is what I expected," he smiled at me and ruffled my hair, "Good job, honey."
I grinned at him, feeling proud.
Daddy walked into the room just then. "We need to leave in about 10 minutes to meet Ben and Lisa, he's got practice tonight, and she wanted to try this new pizza joint that just opened up."
"All right, I think now is a good stopping point," Uncle Sam said, "Charlie got 100 % on her vocabulary test," he told Daddy.
I got off of my chair and started to walk over to the door to get my shoes, and Daddy caught me up in a hug. "100 percent, that's great!" he said happily, and kissed the top of my head.
"Sam, you going to come with?" Daddy asked.
"Sure, I'm up for trying a new place," Uncle Sam said. He walked to the door of the room he shared with Grandpa John. "You coming to dinner, Dad?" he called in.
I was putting my shoes on, and I heard Grandpa John say, "No, just bring me something back."
I walked over and peeked around Uncle Sam. Grandpa John was sitting on the sofa with a notepad, and there were a couple stacks of thick, heavy, old-looking books on the coffee table. He looked over at us.
"Hey, darlin'," he said to me, "Come here and say hi."
I walked over to him and he hugged me. "What are all those books?" I asked.
"Oh, boring stuff, old records of land ownership and how they passed from one generation to the next and accounts of events that happened a couple centuries ago."
"Why are you looking at them?"
"Well, I'm investigating a certain area in a certain state right now...for a case."
"Oh," I said, realizing that he didn't want to tell me any more. "Those books look cool, like spell books from Harry Potter."
He chuckled. "Well trust me, they're nowhere near as interesting as that."
"Let's go, Charlie," Daddy said from the doorway.
Grandpa John leaned forward and kissed my forehead. "Have fun, see you later," he said distractedly, looking back down at the book that was in his lap.
I followed Daddy and Uncle Sam out to the car. The new restaurant was brightly lit and had lots of hanging plants dangling from the ceiling. There were big glass jars and bottles of oils and spices decorating the wall behind the front counter.
"This place doesn't have any video games," Ben complained.
"Well, not every restaurant is going to be the same," Lisa told him.
We ordered our food and the waiter brought our drinks. Ben saw one of his team-mates and went to talk to him.
"So listen," Lisa stirred her iced tea, "Melanie, one of my co-workers, just moved in to this old house, and she's been having some... strange experiences."
"Like what?" Daddy asked.
"Feeling like she's being watched, hearing voices, things moving around. She'll put something somewhere and then it will be gone, and then a couple days later she finds it somewhere else where she knows she didn't put it."
"Maybe she's just forgetful," Daddy said.
"Does she live near electrical lines? That can cause things like the sensation of being watched," Uncle Sam said.
"No, it's kinda out a ways from town, and no Dean, she's not forgetful. I'm talking about things like she takes her earrings off at night and puts them on her bedside table, and then can't find them, and a couple of days later they're in a bowl in the kitchen cupboard."
"Ooh, is it a ghost?" I asked, excited.
"Maybe, maybe not, but you don't need to concern yourself with it, Charlie," Daddy looked at me.
"I was wondering if you two would take a look," Lisa said.
"Sure," Uncle Sam said, "Can you get us the address, and I'll look up information about the house first?"
"Are you going to go on a ghost hunt? I asked, "Can I go too?"
"No," Daddy and Uncle Sam said at the same time.
"Aww-"
"Charlie, drop it," Daddy said warningly, "We'll talk more about it later," he said to Lisa.
The waiter brought the pizza, and Lisa motioned for Ben to come back over to the table. The pizza was okay, and we ate quickly because we had to get to Ben's practice.
"Hey Mom, don't forget to call the computer place about the laptop," Ben said to Lisa.
"All right," she agreed.
"What's going on with the laptop?" Uncle Sam asked.
"It's very slow when loading pages and it keeps crashing," Lisa said.
"If you want I can take a look at it," he told her.
"Sure, that would be great."
"Can you fix it?" Ben asked Uncle Sam.
"I might be able to," Uncle Sam replied.
When we went to Ben's practice, Uncle Sam took me to the playground and pushed me on the swings for a while because I got bored of watching. Ben wanted to stay afterwards to go on the playground, but Lisa said no, so that we could go to her house and have Uncle Sam look at the laptop.
When we got there, she brought the computer out to the kitchen and showed Uncle Sam what it was doing. He started to type of the keyboard and look at things.
"Ben, don't forget to put your cleats and mitt in the hall closet," Lisa called as Ben came into the room.
"I know, Mom," he rolled his eyes. He walked over to the fridge and took out a carton of juice, opened it, and began to drink out of it.
"Hey!" she said, taking it away from him, "Are you supposed to do that?"
"Aw Mom, I'm thirsty, I don't feel like getting out a glass!" he complained.
"Other people might want some juice, but they don't want your germs," she told him.
"Okaaay," he said.
"Go take care of your baseball equipment before you forget," she gave him a little push.
He muttered under his breath as he left the room.
"And lose the attitude!" she called after him. She looked at Daddy and shook her head. "Some days..."
"I wouldn't know anything about that," Daddy said with a chuckle.
"Okay, I found something," Uncle Sam said. "There was a virus downloaded from this site," he turned the laptop to show her.
"Darn him," Lisa said under her breath. "Ben, come here!" she called.
He walked back into the kitchen in his bare feet. "Yeah?"
"Uncle Sam found the problem," she said, "There was a virus from that new game site you went on. Didn't I tell you to let me check it out first?"
Ben looked down and shuffled his feet. "Well, yeah," he said.
"Then why didn't you wait?"
He shrugged. "Dunno."
"Well, next time I tell you to wait until I check it out, you'd better listen," she said sternly, "Thank Sam for fixing the computer."
Ben looked at him. "Thanks" he said, "It's cool that we didn't have to take the computer over to the store and leave it!"
"Sammy's kinda a computer expert," Daddy said, "We have a friend who works on computers who taught him a lot."
Uncle Sam showed Lisa and Ben a couple of free sites that had free software to perform virus scans. He also showed them how to check the system and make sure it was running properly.
"Cool, thanks, Sam!" Ben beamed at him.
"I'm so glad we didn't have to take the computer to have it looked at, they charge an arm and a leg, so thank you," Lisa smiled at Sam.
"No problem, anytime," Uncle Sam said.
"We should get out of your hair, it's getting late, and I know that Ben has homework," Daddy said. "We'll see you in a couple of days, Ben." He stood up and got out his car keys. Ben went over to Daddy and hugged him around the waist, and then he turned to Uncle Sam and hugged him too.
The next day Uncle Sam and I worked for a long time to catch up on my school work, and then in the afternoon all of us went to the library. I took my books back and Grandpa John and Uncle Sam went to the documents room to look at stuff. Daddy stayed with me in the kid's section while I looked at books.
"Can I get more than three?" I asked him.
"No, get three again and we'll see how that goes," he said.
"Aww, I wanted more. I'm a fast reader ya know!" I said with a pout.
"I know you are, but I want to make sure that you take care of the books we're getting out first, before allowing you to get out a huge stack."
I picked three books and then kept looking.
"All right, come with me," Daddy said.
I turned to look at him. "Why?"
"What do you mean, why? I want to go over to the adult section."
"But you let me stay here by myself last time!" I whined.
"Well, this time I want you to come with me."
"But-but whyyyy?" I whined again.
"Because I do. And because I told you to," Daddy frowned at me.
"Can't I stay here and look at the books, I mean I won't-"
He leaned down to me. "What did I just say?" he asked in a stony voice. His eyes were stern. "Do you need to be in trouble?"
I looked at him and gulped. "Uh, no, Daddy," I said meekly, and I put my hand in his. I followed him around in the adult section for a few minutes and then left, after checking with Grandpa John. He was still working on something, but Uncle Sam came back to the room with us.
As soon as we walked in, I sat down on the sofa with the library books and opened one. Uncle Sam walked over to me and took it out of my hands.
"Uh-uh," he said, "Let's get back to work for a while."
"Aww, Uncle Sam, I wanted to read!" I protested.
"I know, but let's finish the social studies that we were working on earlier, and then you can be done for the day."
"Okaaay," I got up and trudged over to the desk. It didn't take very long to finish, since it was more reading, and I answered the questions quickly and then was finished. I sat quietly while Uncle Sam checked my work.
"Good job," he ruffled my hair, "You can go read now."
"Thanks!" I smiled at him and went back to the sofa and my books. I read until dinnertime.
Then Daddy and I walked to the park near the hotel so that I could play on the playground for a while.
"Bath time when we get back to the room, kiddo," Daddy said to me as we walked back to the hotel.
"Aww, why?" I complained, "I wanted to watch my cooking show tonight!"
"Because it's hot, and you were running around on the playground, and now you're all sweaty," Daddy said.
"But Daddyyyyy-" I whined as we went into the room.
Uncle Sam was on his laptop. "Hey, what's up?" he asked, glancing at us.
I flopped down on the sofa. I was tired now, and I was tired of always being told what to do, too!
"Charlie needs to take a bath," Daddy said. I heard him walk into the bathroom and start the water in the tub.
I leaned forward and picked up the remote, turning on the t.v. and starting to flip through the channels.
"Uncle Sam, I'm thirsty, can you get me a drink?" I asked.
He didn't say anything and I looked over at him. He was writing something on a pad of paper and looking from the laptop screen to his pad, concentrating.
"Uncle Saaaam, I'm thirsty!" I whined.
"Well, Charlie, you can get it yourself," he said.
"But I was just on the playground and we walked back and now I'm tiiiired-"
"Charlie," Daddy's voice rapped out. He was standing in the door of the bedroom with his arms crossed. "What are you doing?"
"Dadd-"
"Is the t.v. on?" Daddy started to walk towards me and I flicked the off button on the remote.
He glared at me. "Little girl, I don't know what's going on with you, but you should already be undressed and ready to get in the tub, not out here whining at Uncle Sam and watching t.v. I told you no t.v."
"You—you did not! And, and I wasn't whining!" I snapped.
"All right, that's enough, let's go," Daddy snapped his fingers and pointed to the bedroom.
I sat up, suddenly angry. "Just wait a minute, gosh, I'm thirsty, and I want a drink, and I'm tired, and it would be nice if someone helped me instead of bossing me around!" I stomped past him to the kitchen and grabbed my cup off of the table, taking it to the sink and filling it.
Daddy followed me and stood there watching me as I took a long drink of water.
"All right then, no t.v. tomorrow," he ground out, folding his arms over his chest.
"That's not fair!" I protested.
"Well, you only have yourself and your attitude to blame for that," he said in that same low voice.
I frowned at him and stomped my foot.
"You want to go straight to bed after dinner tomorrow? Because that's next," He frowned back at me.
I stomped my foot again. "No, I don't! And I don't want to take a bath either!" I slammed my cup down onto the counter for emphasis, and water splattered everywhere.
"You are treading a very fine line, here, little girl," he said, and his voice was almost a growl.
"What line, I don't see any line?" I sassed.
His face got angry. "This line," he growled, and then he took my wrist and with his other hand he pulled a chair out from the table.
In one movement, it seemed, I was face down over his lap, and I began to struggle right away.
I felt his hand on my lower back, holding me there. "Be still," he said sternly.
I laid there over his knees, waiting for Daddy to start spanking me. My tummy clenched up with nervousness, and I gulped- I didn't think I was going to end up over Daddy's lap so soon again.
And then the first stinging swat fell, and I gasped. Another swat landed and tears came to my eyes but I fought them, I was still too annoyed.
"No more whining, no more sassing, and no more attitude!" Daddy said as his hand fell several times on my bottom.
"Oww Daddy let me up!" I said defiantly. I didn't want to cry, but I was starting to. I twisted on his lap, trying to get off of his legs. He wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me closer.
"Excuse me?" he said, "What did you just say to me?" He started to spank me again, and I continued to struggle. "Lemme up!"
"Maybe I need to wash the sass out of your mouth while you're taking a bath, is that it?"
That got my attention and I stopped fighting. "N-no, Daddy," I said quickly.
"Enough," he said sternly, and then he spanked the lower part of my butt a few times, and that made me start sobbing.
"Are you done with your sassy mouth and your little tantrum?" he asked, continuing to spank me.
"Yes Daddy-" I whined, as the sting continued to build in my rear end.
"Are you done with the attitude and the whining?" Two more swats fell for emphasis.
"Y-yes Daddyyyy!"
"And you're done disobeying me? You're going to get your butt into the bathroom and take a bath like I told you?" His hand fell a couple more times as I whimpered.
"Y-yes D-daddy!"
He stopped spanking me and let me up, standing me in front of him. He took my chin in his hand and made me look at him. "No more tonight, little girl, or the next spanking you get will be on your bare butt," he said, "You understand?"
"Yes Daddy," I sniffled.
"What do you have to say to me?" he asked sternly
"I'm s-sorry," I said, and for some reason saying that made me cry harder. He pulled me into a hug for a moment, and then let me go.
"Go on and take your bath now, Charlie," he told me.
I went to the bathroom and took my clothes off, and then got into the tub. I peeked back at my pink bottom before I sat down in the tub, it was still stinging a little bit. And then I discovered that sitting in a warm bath makes your stingy bottom sting a little more! I washed my body and my hair quickly, so that I could get out of the water as soon as possible. Daddy had put clean pajamas and panties on my bed and I put them on and took my Hello Kitty hair brush out to Uncle Sam so he could brush my hair, just like always.
Grandpa John was sitting on the sofa, and he beckoned me. I walked over to sit with him. He was watching a baseball game.
"Uh, am I allowed to watch?" I asked Daddy hesitantly.
"I said no t.v tomorrow, you can sit with Grandpa John right now," Daddy told me.
I curled up in Grandpa John's lap and didn't really pay attention to the game, because I still didn't get it. It was nice to snuggle with him, my mommy hadn't had very many relatives, and we only saw them every so often, and none of them were very snuggly or even hugged me at all.
"I got medication for you for tomorrow, Charlie," Uncle Sam told me. "Dr. Miriam wants to run some tests, remember? We're going to try giving you some medicine that will make you sleepy, instead of a shot, and then she'll take some blood."
"I don't want that," I whined, "I hate needles!"
"I know, hopefully the medicine will work well enough that you'll be calm," Uncle Sam said.
"How about after you get all your testing done, we meet for ice cream somewhere, okay?" Grandpa John hugged me, "That way you have something to look forward to."
"Okay," I agreed.
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"Charlie? Charlie, wake up, come on, open your eyes, sweetheart," Daddy said, and his voice sounded funny.
I opened my eyes. I was in bed, and Daddy was sitting propped up against the headboard. My head was on his thigh. Uncle Sam and Grandpa John were standing next to the bed, looking down at me with concern on their faces.
"What- wha's wrong?" I asked, and my mouth and throat felt as dry as the desert. "Water please," I croaked.
Uncle Sam went into the bathroom and I heard the tap running. Daddy started to help me sit up, and a wave of dizziness swept over me.
"What?" he asked.
"Dizzy," I mumbled.
Uncle Sam held the cup up to my mouth and I put my hands on his to hold the cup, and drank. I saw myself, laying on the table in the doctor's office, with my eyes closed, and I could feel his worry and fear. I put my hand in my lap and looked up at him.
"Wha' happened?" I asked slowly.
"I think the sedative that was prescribed was too strong," Uncle Sam said, "You conked out in the doctor's office and Dr. Miriam couldn't do some of the testing. You wouldn't wake up for anything. She kept you there for observation for a while, and then told me to take you home."
"You've been asleep all day, Charlie," Daddy told me, "We've been worried about you." I looked at him and saw that his forehead had worried lines in it.
"How are you feeling?" Grandpa John asked.
"I gotta pee," I said, "and I feel like my head is full of clouds."
"That's the sedative," Uncle Sam shook his head, "She said to have you drink a lot when you woke up, but otherwise to just let you sleep it off."
I tried to get out of bed and almost fell because my arms and legs felt so heavy.
"Let me help you," Daddy said, and he put his arm around my waist.
"I don't like this," I whimpered, "It makes me think of bein' in the hospital. Am I not gonna be able to move right again?"
Daddy walked me slowly to the bathroom. "No, this should wear off by tomorrow."
He left the room when I sat down on the toilet, but then when I was done, and stood up to pull my panties up, I lost my balance and fell. Daddy rushed in and picked me up off of the floor.
"I don't like this," I said again, starting to cry.
Daddy carried me back to bed and laid me down, sitting next to me again. "I know, baby," he said, "It'll be better tomorrow."
I didn't think I'd be able to go back to sleep, but in no time at all I felt myself drifting off.