I’m reposting, I missed the major theme. Sorry, first story, I’ll get better…I promise.

“Good evening young ladies,” I greeted the two of them as I came in the front door. My twelve-year-old daughter Martha and her best buddy Jamie James. Jamie was staying the night; her mother had a date and expected to be coming in late. That was fine with me, I liked Jamie, she and Marti had been friends since first grade; she was a good kid.

“Hi Daddy,” from Marti.

“Hello Hank,” from Jamie.

Yes the adults, the kids, the garbage men, heck everybody called me Hank.

“Hey have you started anything for dinner yet,” I asked.

“Oh gosh, sorry Daddy, no, I’ll start now,” Marti said.

“How about we just do pizza’s instead?” I offered.

In unison I got a, “Way cool.”

“Just let me relax for a few, have a beer and sort the mail and I’ll call it in; decide what you girls want, pepperoni, sausage, what?”

I popped the top on a beer and sat down at the kitchen table to go through the mail.

Junk mail, junk mail, the electric bill, more junk and a manila envelope with a return address for the county school board; what’s this I wondered as I opened it.

I’d never seen one before; it was a caution about Marti’s absences and tardies for the semester. It showed she’d been tardy three times and absent twice. Anything exceeding three absences in a semester could result in a suspension of three days.

There was a calendar hanging on the wall, I took it down and checked the dates that she’d missed school, it didn’t make sense, I was certain she hadn’t been ill on either of those dates. I considered it, evidentially the only valid explanation was that she’d cut school.

Marti was a sweet kid, loving and obedient, I’d had very little trouble raising her and I had raised her, her mother passed away when Marti was two so for the last ten years it had been just us.

Twelve, a tough age, a transitional age; Marti belonged to a group, herself, Jamie, Tina and Tammy. Jamie could pass easily for fifteen, she’d developed breasts at an early age, her hips flared and she had a tight high bottom. Marti and Tammy looked like what they were, twelve year olds, both were starting to show the bodily changes of womanhood, breasts, figure and the like and then there was Tina, she still looked to be about nine, bodies and minds changing, hormones flooding, menstruation beginning, maybe the very most traumatic year in a young lady’s life. There had been a hint of rebelliousness recently; I’d attributed it to the coming of teenagerhood and the bad influence of television but by in large I’d let it slide. Now I was concerned, a little sassiness was one thing skipping school was another. She and I needed to talk: right now.

I got up and started for the staircase, the conversation would be private, in my room.

“Martha come upstairs please,” I told her as I ascended.

She looked at Jamie, “Oops, something’s up and it’s not good, not if I’m Martha,” she hurried to follow.

I was already seated on the side of the bed when she got to my room, “What do you need Daddy?” She asked.

“An explanation,” I answered.

“What, what?”

“Martha, I’d watch the mouth if I were you, I think you’re in trouble here. I received a letter from school, they say you were tardy three times and absent twice; what’s this all about.”

“Oh Daddy.”

“No Oh Daddy, explain.”

“I don’t remember, I can’t remember what happens every day, you know.”

“Martha you’re skating on real thin ice. No, I don’t, “you know,” what I do know is that I don’t think you’re being truthful with me.”

My patience was getting frayed, she was trying to avoid and evade and I wanted an answer. Over the past ten years she’d spent more that a little time over my lap with a bare bottom. She’d been there for thermometers, enemas and the occasional spanking and she was getting real close to some quality lap time right now, one more sassy answer was about all I’d abide.

“Martha, I told you, I want an answer, did you cut school?”

“I told you, I don’t remember what I did every day.”

I grabbed her hand and jerked her over my lap. She was wearing a pair of yellow shorts; my hand beat a tattoo on them. Ten solid whacks, she was bawling when I stood her up in front of me.

“Have I helped your memory,” I asked her.

“No,” rebellious smart mouth.

I unfastened, unzipped and tugged her shorts off. She was wearing “Big Girl” panties, white, lace trimmed cut high at the legs and low at the waist; skimpy. Twelve that transitional age now reflected in her underwear; she had “Little Girl” cotton panties, too. Just like the girl herself, sometimes so grown up, other times still a child. I pulled her back over my lap.

No delay, no hesitation, hard and fast she got ten more swats. I stood her up again.

She was having a difficult time catching her breath between sobs. I let her calm down.

“You know what comes next, you ready to talk to me now?”

She wailed at me, “You shouldn’t spank me, I’m your “Little Wife” aren’t I, I take care of you.”

It was something I’d called her since she was nine and began to really help around the house. My “Little Wife” did the laundry, my “Little Wife” prepared most of the meals, she was a big help to me and my “Little Wife” could nag with the best of them but that wasn’t an out for what she’d done.

“Yes you’re my “Little Wife” but you’re about to become a very sore “Little Wife” if you don’t talk to me. By the way, my “Big Wife,” I warmed her britches a few times.”

Her eyes got big, “You spanked Mommy?”

“More than once; now do you want to talk?”

She was quiet.

I pulled her panties off, she was back over my lap and in just a moment she was beyond blubbering, only mewling sounds came from her and, “Daddy please, no more.”

After ten strokes I paused. She was draped over my thighs but the sassiness was missing.

“Please Daddy no more.”

“Baby you’re going to get ten more, the question now is how hard they are, talk to me, I’ll go easy.”

She talked. There was a group of them, Marti, Jamie, friends Tammy and Tina and their honorary member Jimmy James, Jamie’s twin brother. The first time they’d been mall rats, the second they had spent the day at Jamie’s listening to music and playing video games; her mother was at work.

I let Marti lie over me until she’d recovered a bit then helped her stand.

“Why don’t get your PJ’s on and lie down for a while. I’ll get us some dinner when you’re feeling a little better.”

“Okay and Daddy I’m sorry.”

“I know you are Sweetheart, I’m sure it won’t happen again.”

Then she sighed, “Oh Daddy Jamie is spending the night, I forgot; I can’t face her, I just can’t.”

“What do you mean; you can’t face her?”

“Daddy I’m twelve, I’m suppose to be a big girl, this will totally embarrass me, humiliate me if she knows I got a bare bottomed spanking like I was a bad little girl.”

“Sweetheart you go and get in bed, let me talk to Jamie, okay?”

She climbed off my lap, bent and picked up her shorts and panties and went to her room. My eyes had been drawn to her butt when she bent over, cute I thought, especially if you liked bottoms the color of a tomato. She was crimson; she’d be sleeping on her tummy.

I gave it a few minutes then went downstairs; Jamie was still sitting on the sofa but it was evident she wasn’t watching the TV anymore.

We simply looked at each other for several minutes before Jamie asked, “Where’s Marti?”

“She’s in bed,” I answered.

“Am I still staying the night?” She asked.

“Of course, why wouldn’t you be?” I inquired.

“I don’t know Hank, I thought I heard her crying, I thought something might be the matter.”

“She was crying Jamie, I’m afraid I had to spank her for something she’d done and then she tried to avoid telling me the truth. Jamie I think she was trying to protect her friends, don’t you?”

“I’m not sure what you mean Hank,” she evaded my statement.

“Oh I’m sure you do know, Marti eventually told me what had happened, Marne (Jamie’s mother) will have gotten the same letter I got, you may have a bit of trouble at home yourself.”

“She won’t even read it Hank, she doesn’t care.”

Unfortunately I knew what Jamie was saying was probably true, I knew Marne pretty well. In fact we’d gone out a few times several years ago and had even been to bed together. She was older than anyone else in out social circle, fifty while the rest of the parents were in their thirties, Jamie and Jimmy had an adult brother and sister, but the twins had been an oops, their father had left when Marne got pregnant; now she was afraid of a life with no one to share it. She had a boyfriend and she had hope.

“Don’t be too hard on her, I know it’s been tough for her,” I said.

“Hank I love her and I do know what she’s been through but it’s not just that, I’m having some major problems with Arnie (Marne’s boyfriend), every time her head is turned his hands are all over me.”

“Have you talked to Marne?”

“Hank, I’ve tried; she doesn’t believe me, said I’m a liar and I’m just trying to steal her man. I’m afraid if he ever gets me alone he’ll rape me.”

“I realize that he wouldn’t be able to defend you against a grown man but just his presence would probably stop anything from happening, have you talked with Jimmy?”

“I’m scared to, I know Jimmy would like to, you know, he’d like to do me too and that scares me, see, I thought about saying yes to him. I don’t know, just to get it over with but I can’t do that because of the pledge.”

“The pledge?”

“Yeah, me, Marti, Tina and Tammy, the pledge. We pledged to each other to remain virgins ‘til we found our man for life.”

“Sounds like a tough job to me, I mean how can you go shopping if you can’t try it on?”

“I don’t know Hank, I just don’t know.”

“Jamie there are ways to give and get sexual satisfaction without intercourse, you know that right?”

A very hesitant, “Well yeah.”

She was so embarrassed she turned a shade of scarlet I’d never seen on a human, “But they always want more, don’t they?”

I didn’t fully understand what she was telling me, “What happened Jamie?” I asked.

“I tried to get rid of Arnie, I took him in my mouth, you know, after he came he told me he wouldn’t be happy ‘til he had his cock in me.”

“Well maybe there’s a way, but I do think it would be a good idea to keep someone around you while Arnie’s around, Jimmy, Marti or another friend, even Marne.”

“Thanks Hank.”

“Come on, let’s go up stairs, you can get your pajamas on and come see me, then when Marti’s feels up to it we’ll get those pizzas.”

In Marti’s room Jamie changed into a pair of cotton pajamas, pants and button up top then went and sat with Marti.

“Are you okay?” She asked.

“He knows about us cutting school, he spanked me for that and some other things; and my bottom’s on fire.”

“He wants to see me in his room Marti, do you think he’ll spank me, too?” She lowered the seat of Marti’s PJ’s and took in the damage, “God I hope not.”

“No I doubt it but go ahead and get it over with.”

I was in my room waiting and thinking.