Robert and Abigail (closed)

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Abigail Lynn Frost, or Abby as she preferred to be called, was sitting in the corner of the classroom for her afterschool program. Abby was six years old and in the first grade, and stayed after school everyday while she waited for her father to get off work and pick her up and take her home. Abby's mother had died when she was very young, too young to remember her, and she lived with her father who she absolutely loved and adored. The little blond haired girl was sitting restlessly her big emerald colored eyes constantly looking back toward the door, scanning the classroom, and then looking back toward the door. Today, she was wearing a pink hello kitty tshirt and a pair of blue jean shorts. Her little white sneakers were lightly kicking the wall, just as hard as Abby could get away with without her teacher noticing. She was sure, Daddy would come walking through the door at any moment and she would finally be able to go home!

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(Think you mean Frost for the last name)

Robert Frost walked through the door about 15 minutes later then he usually did. He had been delayed by having to replace a couple of hard drives at work. What annoyed him was that despite clearly stated rules about not using the internet for personal reasons and an ever evolving firewall, the people outside of the IT division that he worked for still managed to get nasty viruses on the computers. So tomorrow he was going to be spending all day recovering damaged data. Robert looked more like a college linebacker then an IT wizard. His tall figure and board shoulders gave him an imposing figure, one that he wasn't afraid to use when it got him closer to his goals. He also had huge hands, which sometimes make it tough to work with the small parts that made up computers.

He spotted his little girl right away, and he spotted the fact that she had been kicking the wall, by the marks of her shoes on the wall. "Abigail Frost! What did I tell you about kicking walls?" Sometimes he swore that his child was hyperactive, but she was only that way sometimes.

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(Ummm yep sure did, funny you picked that first name though lol)

Abby was incredibly bored sitting in the corner, and she couldn't believe her Daddy wasn't here yet. She was beginning to think he had forgotten about her, though she knew sometimes he was late picking her up because of work or traffic. Abby was concentrating more on the wall than the door when her father did enter the room, and she jumped when she heard him bellow her full name.

"Daddy!," Abby called out as if her father hadn't scolded her at all. She hopped right off of her chair and ran and grabbed her backpack and a piece of paper, and then ran straight to her daddy with her arms up. Her teacher, Mrs. Adams had also looked up a little startled when Robert entered the room, and frowned when he brought her attention to the fact that Abby had been kicking the wall. Mrs. Adams arose and made her way to Robert quickly as well. "Mr. Frost, it's good to see you. I just wanted you to know that while I enjoy's Abby's presence in the classroom, and think that she is quite the little artist, she seems to be having some trouble sharing. You may have noticed she was in the corner when you arrived. The children were drawing and coloring, and she took a marker from another boy in the class. We've had a few talks this week about sharing, so I felt the need to send her to the corner this afternoon," Mrs. Adams explained. "Other than that she has been well behaved though."

Abby immediately looked down as Mrs. Adams talked about her behavior, and stood there quietly until the adults were finished speaking. Only then did she slowly peek up at her Daddy and gave him a sheepish smile. "Wanna see the picture I made Daddy?," Abby asked holding the piece of paper up.

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Robert frowned a bit when the teacher came over, it was rarely good when teachers did that. He frowned even deeper when she told him about her not sharing. He remembered having the talk about the importance of sharing with Abby before. He turned to look at Abby, giving her "the look" before turning back to face Mrs. Adams.

"I assure you Mrs. Adams, that I will talk with Abby when we get home, and that she won't have any further problems about sharing. Thank you for bringing it to my attention."

Despite his frustration with her behavior Robert still picked Abby up when she reached her arms out. Balancing her, and her backpack in one hand he looked at the piece of paper she had given him with the other. "Its very good sweetie. Is that a cow?"

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Abby immediately looked back down when her Daddy gave her "the look". She knew that meant he wasn't happy with her, and she did not like it when Daddy was unhappy with her. Abby wrinkled up her face when she heard Daddy say that she wouldn't have anymore sharing problems and thanked Mrs. Adams for tattling on her.

Abby gave her Daddy her biggest, brightest smile as if nothing at all had happened, when he picked her up and looked at her picture. She smiled proudly when he asked her if her picture was a cow. "Uh huh! And see all the pretty grass and the pretty sun!," Abby pointed to her picture happily. "Timmy, was hoggin' the yewwow Daddy. HE wasn't sharing nicely," Abby added in her own defense. "But I made the pretty sun with it!," Abby beamed up at her Daddy. She then leaned her head into his chest and shoulder and snuggled for a moment.

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"You can't just take it away from him Abby. You know the rules about sharing." He scolded her as he carried her out to his truck and strapped her into the car seat he had for her. "We have had this talk before. Do you remember what I said would happen the next time that you had trouble remembering to share?" Robert had told her that should would be getting spanked the next time this happened, and for a while he thought that warning had sunk in but clearly it hadn't. And Robert knew the teacher wouldn't bring it to his attention or put her in the corner unless it was ongoing problem. Still it wasn't anything a bit of time over his knee wouldn't fix.

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Abby wrinkled up her face and pouted when her Daddy told her that she couldn't just take the marker away from Timmy and that she knew the rules about sharing. "But Daddy HE wasn't sharin'! I said pwease and he still didn't gives me the yewwows! He had it a reaaallllyyyy long times Daddy and he wasn't sharin' it with me!," Abby complained as she continued to tell her side of the story.

Nevertheless, Abby soon found herself in the backseat of the truck, strapped into her car seat as her Daddy asked her what would happen the next time they had to talk about sharing. Abby's eyes immediately got wide when she was asked this question. "No Daddy nooooo! It's not fairsss! You aren't listenin' to meeee!," Maddy pleaded and immediately began shaking her head back and forth in an exaggerated fashion.

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As they pulled up to a stoplight near the street that they lived on, Robert turned to face his girl. "Excuse me Abigail Frost do I hear you arguing with me and telling me no? Because that is what it sounds it like to me. I don't like it when you tell me no. I think I have reminded you of that enough time. I am in charge and not you. Now I listened to you, and while Tommy did was naughty, it doesn't excuse your behavior little miss. I have decided you are getting a spanking. I think some bare bottom time over my knee is exactly what you need to straighten you out young lady."

Robert turned onto their street as the traffic light changed and shortly thereafter they arrived at their house. He unstrapped her and helped out down out of the truck. He took her by hand and lead her into the house. Putting her stuff down on the counter he took a chair and placed it in the middle of the living room. Then he lead her over to the couch and sat her on his lap. "Now I want you to tell me why I am about to spank you."

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Abby's eyes got even wider when Daddy mistook her attempt to explain what had happened, as arguing. Arguing with Daddy was a big no-no and always made him upset with her, which was quickly confirmed when he called her by her full name again. It was never a good sign when her father used her full name so many times, and Abby was beginning to feel the butterflies floating in her tummy. Daddy then added that he had listened to her and at least agreed that Timmy not sharing had been naughty. That made her feel a little bit better, since she thought that Daddy had not been listening to her but not much because he said that it didn't excuse her behavior.

And then Daddy told her that he decided that she was going to get a spanking. Abby knew that when Daddy decided she was going to get a spanking that he almost never changed his mind. The little girl immediately began to sniffle and turned away from the window. She was not looking forward to getting home after hearing that.

All too soon Abby found herself being helped out of the truck and lead by the hand into the house. "Daddy noooo!," Abby cried out beginning to tear up a little as she watched her Daddy move a chair into the middle of the room. It didn't seem to help though as her Daddy immediately picked her up and set her down on his lap and asked her to tell him why she was going to get a spanking. "Daddy I wasn't arguin', I was just sayin," Abby tried to explain her behavior in the car right away. "Timmy wasn't sharin Daddy and Mrs. Adams tattled!," she added in her own defense as she squirmed all over her Daddy's lap. She wasn't trying to get down, she was just nervous about what going to happen and had a hard time sitting still even when she was calm.

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Robert wasn't at all amused by her excuses. "Teachers don't tattle, It is their jobs to tell daddies when their little girls are naughty so that their daddies can spank them. And I have told you before Abby that I can't punish other kids for being naughty but I can punish you for being naughty. And Tommy's bad behavior doesn't excuse yours. I think its time for my naughty little girl pants to come down and for me to take her over to the chair for a spanking." With that Robert stood her up in his lap and bared her bottom. He lifted her feet so that she had to step out of them. Then he carried her over to the chair and sat down. He wasted not time putting her face down and bottom up over his lap. His hand which was resting on her bottom, easily covered her entire bottom + sit spots with room to spare, so every swat got her entire bottom if he wanted. Still sometimes he would spank cheek to cheek just to draw it out a bit.

He brought his hand down on her bottom, not hard, but hard enough for a naughty little six year old. Lifting her hand up and watching her bottom compress and then bounce back up, he smacked her again, and then a third and fourth time.