AUTHOR'S NOTE: These kids can't stay out of trouble...there is spanking in this chapter, do not read if it will bother or offend you.
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In the morning we ate a quick breakfast of doughnuts from the coffeeshop in the lobby. It was Sunday, and Hallowe'en, and we had to leave in a couple of hours. Lisa's shoulders and neck were still sore, so she called the spa and made an appointment to get a massage. Daddy said he would take Ben and me down to the water park one last time.
I was tired, and I guess Ben was too, because we were both a little grumpy. Neither of us could decide on what to do. I didn't want to do the things that Ben wanted and he didn't want to do the things that I wanted to do. Daddy got frustrated with us, and told us that we should just go back to the room and get ready to go. He stopped by the spa when we left and found out that Lisa was going to be at least another half an hour.
Daddy's phone rang as he was letting us in the room.
"I'm gonna see if the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles are on," Ben said, and we both ran over to the t.v. to get to the remote. Since he was bigger and faster than me he got there first, and he picked it up.
"I don't wanna watch the Teenage Mutant dorks!" I snapped, trying to grab the remote from Ben.
"Would you stop calling them that!" Ben snapped back, leaning away from me, "They're cool- what would you know anyways?"
"Shut up!" I snapped, "Gimme!"
"HEY!" Daddy called loudly, "Hold on, Sam," he said into the phone, and then he cupped his hand over his phone and said to us, "Both of you need to knock it off! Find something you can both agree on!"
"How about X-Men?" I asked.
"Nah, I'm not in the mood," Ben said.
"Lemme see what's on."
"No, I want to, and I got the remote first," he pointed the remote at the tv.
"Gimmeeeee," I whined, and I grabbed for it again.
We started to wrestle, and I heard Daddy yell, "Hey!"
Ben held the remote over his head and I got on my knees to try and grab it.
"Give- it—to- meeeee-" I said tightly.
"Git offa me!" Ben snapped, pushing me away, and I smacked his arm in frustration as I fell backwards with a yelp.
"Ben and Charlie!" I heard Daddy say, "Cool it with the wrestling!"
Ben stood up on the sofa, still holding the remote up above his head.
"GIVE IT!"
"GET OFF!"
I stood up and tried to grab him, jumping in front of him, and he pushed me away again. I felt myself falling backwards and grabbed ahold of his shirt, gasping, and then everything was a blur as we fell off of the sofa.
I heard a loud clatter and then the sharp tinkle of glass breaking.
"Charlie!" I heard Daddy exclaim, "I've got to call you back," he said into the phone as he hurried over to us.
In our struggles we had fallen into the lamp on the table next to the sofa, and knocked it onto the floor.
Daddy reached down, grasping my arm, and pulled me up into a standing position, then he turned me, and I held my breath for a moment, expecting him to swat my bottom.
I heard him exhale, and then he let me go. I turned my head to look at him and he was lowering his hand.
Ben stood up, looking at Daddy with a nervous look on his face, and Daddy took the remote out of Ben's hand.
"Sofa, now," he growled at us, "Both of you, move it!"
We sat while Daddy picked up the lamp. The lightbulb had broken. He bent down and cleaned up as much of the broken glass as he could. Then he walked over and stood in front of us.
"I don't want you walking over there until I get housekeeping up here to clean this up," he told us, "Now, I told the two of you to knock it off and you didn't listen. In fact, you took your bickering one step further and got physical. You broke a lightbulb because you were wrestling, and you are not supposed to be putting your hands on each other. So you're both going to get a spanking."
Daddy walked over to me and took my wrist. "Come on, little girl," he said.
Ben stood up. "You sit your butt back down, you're next," Daddy said sternly.
Ben's eyes got wide and he gulped.
Daddy walked us over to the far side of the bed and sat down, holding me in front of him.
"When I tell you to stop doing something, you stop," he said, "and you don't put your hands on your brother or hit him, understand?"
I nodded, "Yes Daddy."
He took my arm and pulled me forward, and I struggled with him.
"Daddy, Ben's right there!" I protested.
"You get in trouble together, you get punished together," he growled, and he yanked me down over his lap. I buried my face in the bedspread, feeling embarassed. At least Daddy's body would be partly blocking me from Ben's view. He flipped the little skirt on my swimsuit up, and then I let out a yelp as he spanked me the first time. The bottom of my suit had ridden up, so the lower part of my butt was hanging out, and when his hand fell, sometimes it fell on the suit and sometimes on the bare part of my bottom. It stung a lot more, and I kicked and struggled and wailed.
"Daddy please I'm sorry!" I cried out, and he laid a couple last swats on the lowest part of my bottom. He sat me up and set me on the bed.
"You stay right here while I deal with your brother," he told me, standing up.
I laid down and hugged the pillow to me, crying.
I heard Ben say, "Dean, I, uh, m' sorry dude, I uh-"
"Ben, you don't call me dude, I'm your father, not 'dude', understand?" Daddy said sharply. He waited a moment. "Verbal answer, Ben."
"Uh, yes Da- uh, Dean," Ben said, "I, uh, can't we uh, call mom, or wait until she comes back?"
"No, Ben, she deserves some time away, relaxing. You two misbehaved on my watch, so I'm taking care of it."
"But- but Dean-"
"No, Ben, that's enough. You two didn't listen to me, after I told you both more than once to stop the wrestling and arguing," Daddy's voice was stern, " and I told you yesterday that if you put your hands on Charlie one more time, I was going to spank you. And you pushed her so hard she fell off of the sofa. Now come here."
I heard the spanking start. I heard Ben's indrawn breaths, and then he yelped a couple of times as the swats continued.
"Ow! Ow, ow, De—Dean! Pl-pleeease!" Ben sounded surprised at first, and that quickly changed to upset, "M' sorry, m'sorry, Dean, ow, stop! Pleeeeeease!" he wailed finally, and then I heard him start to cry. He tried to be quiet but he was sobbing loudly. Then the spanking stopped, and all I heard was Ben sobbing and whimpering.
I could hear Daddy talking quietly to him. I sat up a little and looked over. Daddy had Ben sitting on his lap, and Ben was all snuggled up in Daddy's chest, hugging him tightly. I felt a little jealous for a moment, but then I realized that this was Ben's first time getting a spanking from Daddy, and he needed to hug Daddy. Hugs after a spanking were important, and Ben had never had a daddy to give him hugs anyway, so it was even more important that Daddy give him hugs and snuggles right now. I put my head back down on the pillow.
A couple minutes later Daddy called, "Come here, Charlie."
I walked over to him. He shifted Ben onto his left thigh and held his arm out to me. I went to him and he held me on his right thigh and hugged me.
"I know you two can be good kids, and I want to see you behaving better," he told us gently, "We're going to have a long ride in the car today, so I don't want any more bickering, understand?"
"Yes Daddy," I said, and Ben chimed in, "Yes Dean."
The door opened and Lisa came in. "Oh, I feel so much better now!" she said, coming over to us, "What happened here? Did someone get hurt?"
"Bickering over the remote, they decided to get physical and things got ugly, so they both got their butts warmed," Daddy nodded over at the lamp, " I need to call housekeeping up here to deal with that."
"I see," Lisa said, "Well, I'd probably have felt the same way. What do you have to say for yourself, young man?" Lisa raised her eyebrow and gave Ben a 'mom look'.
"Uh, s-sorry, Charlie, sorry, Dean," Ben's chest hitched.
"Me too, sorry I grabbed you Ben, sorry I didn't listen, Daddy," I said.
"Go get dressed now, Ben," Lisa said.
Daddy leaned over and kissed the side of Ben's head and ruffled his hair, and Ben stood up.
Daddy looked at me. "You too, go get changed so we can go," He kissed my cheek too, and I stood up.
I got my clothes and went into the bathroom, closing the door part way. I could hear Daddy talking to Lisa quietly.
"I kinda pulled a John Winchester," he said, "They weren't listening, and I just- lost my temper for a second. I almost did the 'grab-and-swat' thing that my dad used to do sometimes."
"Well, it's understandable, Dean. I mean, kids can get on your nerves, and two together just amplifies it."
"Yeah, don't I know it," Daddy chuckled, "Sam and I used to give Dad a run for his money, but boy, he'd blister our butts for it. I just don't- don't want to react in anger like he did sometimes, you know?"
"Dean, it's okay, I would have done the same. I'm glad it was you who had to deal with it and not me. I'm still feeling my way with Charlie, and she's not completely comfortable with me yet."
Daddy sighed. "Yeah, I guess you're right," he chuckled again, "Ben tried to talk his way around it, wanted to wait for you. I said no, it happened on my watch, I'm dealing with it."
Lisa made a scoffing sound. "Yeah, that kid is notorious for trying to talk his way out of a spanking. He didn't smart-mouth or act defiant?"
"No, he accepted it," Daddy said.
"I'm going to go check on him."
I came out to the bedroom holding my damp suit. "Daddy, what should I do with my suit?" I asked.
He walked over to the counter and grabbed a plastic bag. "Put it in here." he handed it to me. I put the swimsuit in the bag and then hugged Daddy. "I'm sorry I didn't listen before," I said.
He looked down at me. "You already apologized, but thank you, Charlie," he said.
I hugged him tighter, and he said, "We didn't get our morning snuggle in, did we?"
He walked us over to the sofa and sat down, and I climbed into his lap and put my arms around him again. We sat quietly together until Lisa came in to tell us that they were ready to go.
Ben and I were in the back seat waiting for our 3DS game to connect. He leaned over to me. "You were right," he said quietly.
I turned my head to look at him. "Huh?"
"About Dean- man, his spanking did hurt!" he shook his head, making a face.
"Yeah, all the Winchesters have hard hands," I said ruefully.
Ben's eyes got big for a second. "You mean- Sam—"
I nodded. "He's so big, an' his hand is really big too, and you definitely feel it."
Ben shifted on the seat. "Geez, I hope he never spanks me."
I shrugged. "He probably won't, but he takes care of me too, an' he's my home-schooling teacher, so he spanks me if I'm bad when I'm with him."
"Oh boy," he said, "Okay, I'm connected, can you see me?"
We played our game together for almost an hour and then our batteries ran out. I fell asleep for a while after that. Daddy got lunch at a drive-through so that he could keep driving, because we wanted to get back. Daddy and I had to pack to go to Missouri's, because we were going to leave in the morning, and we were going to go to Lisa's neighborhood in the evening to trick-or-treat.
Daddy pulled the car into the parking space and said, "Wait."
I waited until he had turned the engine off and then got out and ran towards the hotel room door. It opened as I got up to it and Uncle Sam was standing there with a big smile on his face.
"Uncle Sam!" I exclaimed, and he picked me up and swung me up high so that I shrieked. He hugged me.
"I missed you, Charlie!" he said, walking inside.
"I missed you too!" I said.
"Did you have fun?" he asked, setting me down.
"Yeah, it was really neat, but there were a couple of big water slides that were kinda scary. I fell off the raft once."
"There she is!" Grandpa John came into the room from the other bedroom and I ran to him and threw my arms around him. He leaned down and hugged me.
"I missed you, Grandpa John!" I said.
He chuckled. "Missed you too, little one."
Daddy brought our bags in. "The plan is to go over to Lisa's at 6 pm, trick-or-treating in her neighborhood starts at 5 and usually goes until about 10. We won't stay there for that long, though, because we need to get on the road early tomorrow. You going to come, Sam?"
"Yeah, I think so," Uncle Sam said.
"Dad? You sure you don't want to come?" Daddy looked at Grandpa John, who shook his head. "No, Dean, I don't. And you—you be careful."
"I know, Dad, I will."
Uncle Sam's phone rang and he went into his bedroom to talk. Daddy unpacked our duffles and sorted through the dirty clothes to do laundry.
"Pack some toys to play with too, if you want," he told me, "We may be there for at least a couple of days."
"Okay, Daddy."
Uncle Sam came back into the room, and he had a smile on his face.
"Okay, what's that about?" Daddy asked him.
"Oh- well, I, uh-" Uncle Sam seemed embarrassed.
"Sam's been on a couple of dates," Grandpa John squeezed Uncle Sam's shoulder and grinned.
"A date?" Daddy raised his eyebrows. "With who?"
"Imani," Uncle Sam said shyly, "She said that now that Charlie's not a patient of hers any more, she'd date me. They have a strict policy about that at the PT center."
"That's great, Sam!" Daddy said with a grin.
"Is she nice like she is in PT?" I asked.
"Of course," Uncle Sam told me, "She's a really nice person."
"All right, I've got to get this laundry started," Daddy said with a sigh.
I walked next to Ben holding an orange plastic pumpkin. There were lots of kids and parents on the sidewalk and in the street, and Ben would say hi every once in a while.
"Not too far ahead, Ben," Lisa called from behind us.
"Mom, do we have to wear these?" Ben pulled at the glowing plastic bracelet on his wrist. "It doesn't go with my costume!"
"Yes, you do, it will help people see you better," she replied, "Now stop fussing with it."
I followed Ben up the sidewalk to a house. He would tell me something about the people he knew that lived in the houses. One house had a family who was into "all natural stuff" and they gave out apples. One house had an old couple who let us take three pieces of candy. Ben told me that they were like the "neighborhood grandparents" who liked to feed all the kids and let them play in their yard, because all of their grandkids were grown up now.
"Hey Tyler, cool costume!" Ben stopped on the sidewalk.
Tyler was dressed as Wolverine too, but his costume was fancier than mine. He looked at me. "What are you- girls can't be Wolverine!" he said disdainfully.
"Yes I can! I can be anything I want!" I retorted.
"No ya can't, it's wrong!" Tyler snapped.
Daddy came up behind us. "What's going on?"
"Tyler!" we heard a man's voice calling from the curb. "Leave the kid alone and let's go."
"Bye, Ben," Tyler called over his shoulder as he walked over to the curb.
"How come people keep saying that?" I grumped.
"I think some people have very rigid ideas about girls have to wear certain things and boys have to wear certain things," Lisa said.
"It's dumb!" I said.
"Yeah, it is," she agreed.
By the time we walked back to Ben's, our pumpkins were almost completely full of candy. Daddy checked some of it and said I could have one piece.
"We need to go," he said, "More travel tomorrow."
"Okay," I went up to Lisa and hugged her, "Thanks for helping me this weekend with the swimsuit and all."
"You're welcome, sweetie," she hugged me back, "I had a lot of fun with you."
Daddy hugged Ben and then Lisa.
"Bye Ben!" I called.
When we came into the hotel room, Grandpa John stood up. "I was getting worried," he said.
"Dad, I hope you didn't have too much," Uncle Sam nodded at the table.
There was a bottle of Jack Daniel's and an empty glass on the coffee table. Grandpa John's wallet was out and I noticed the old photo of him and Mary next to the glass.
Grandpa John looked a little sad. "I was just having a glass and...thinking."
"Well, don't forget, we've got to be on the road early, so let's put it away, huh?" Daddy leaned down and picked up the bottle and the glass.
Daddy woke me up before the sun was even up.
"We've got an 8 to 10 hour drive ahead of us," he told me, "Don't bother getting dressed. You're going with Grandpa John and you can sleep in his truck, and I'm going to sleep in the back of the car while Sam drives for the first leg."
I carried my Hello Kitty blanket and pillow out to the living room. Grandpa John was zipping up a duffle.
"Are we ready to go?" he asked.
I yawned.
"I think so," Daddy said.
"Dean, I'm going to suggest that if you see any former girl friends the next time we stop, that you don't go up to them," Uncle Sam said with a grin, shouldering his duffle.
"Shut up, bitch," Daddy grinned back at him.
"Make me, jerk," Uncle Sam fired back, and I followed them out to the car.