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Isabel
by zprymantis@smilingwithteeth.com
With her blond curls and cherub cheeks, she looked like an angel,
but Isabel
was what many parents in the neighborhood called a handful. Isabel
didn't
care what any of them thought. She didn't care! She didn't!
The more
they tried to make her behave, the more she stomped her feet,
and threw her
toys, and pulled hair, and acted like a hurricane.
Isabel's Daddy liked the fire in his little girl. His eyes would
sparkle
when he smiled at her, and he brought her home little gifts and
special
treats in the pockets of his suit coat. Isabel would run to him
when he
came home from work and reach into 'her' pocket in his suit and
pull out a
special lollipop, or pencil, or a pretty stamp he had torn from
an envelope.
Daddy always thought of her during the day.
Mommy loved Isabel too, but was exasperated with Isabel's way
of
embarrassing her in front of the other parents. Whenever there
was trouble
on the playground, Mommy knew that Isabel would be the one standing
angrily,
fists clenched tightly, while some other little girl was crying
with sand in
her eyes. Mommy's expression when Isabel walked into a room,
held worry and
concern, and just a hint of fear.
Isabel felt powerful. Some might say she had her Mommy and Daddy
both
wrapped around her little finger. Some even did say it!
Isabel didn't understand why she felt angry. She didn't know
why she saw
weakness in others, and why it made her mad. It frightened her.
There were
times she was doing something naughty, and knew she should stop,
but she
just couldn't stop. When her Daddy pulled his little princess
onto his lap,
and asked her why she had thrown Bill's favorite stuffed giraffe
into the
mud, or why she had buried Susan's tea cups under a pile of sand,
the only
explanation she could give is that they were already getting on
her nerves.
They were big babies! Daddy tried to help her understand that,
yes indeed
they were, and so was she. Isabel's forehead wrinkled into a
worried frown,
and she thought about this.
The next day, when Daddy came home and she ran to greet him and
reached into
'her' pocket in his coat, there wasn't any treat. Daddy told
her he was
sorry, but there had been so much happening at work, he didn't
have time to
bring her a treat He had completely forgotten. Isabel was angry!
Daddy
looked very sorry and he checked his other pocket and pulled out
a stick of
gum and handed it to her.
Isabel threw the gum down on the floor, and stomped off to her
room and
slammed the door with a loud BANG. She jumped on her bed, bounce,
bounce,
bounce, and listened to the headboard smashing into the wall.
She figured
Daddy would be here soon to tell her to stop, but he didn't come.
She rolled
onto her back and started kicking the wall with her feet. BANG
BANG BANG!!
I HATE YOU!!! BANG BANG BANG!!
She got up off her bed and listened at the door. She could hear
her Daddy
talking to her Mommy, and they had worried voices. She crept down
the hall
and heard them talking in the kitchen about something that had
happened at
work, something scary, something not about her, something about
someone
dying and leaving his family all alone. They turned and saw Isabel
peeking
around the doorway, and then stopped talking.
Isabel didn't know why, but she didn't like seeing her Mommy and
Daddy
looking like that, looking weak and small and worried. It made
her angry!
It made her afraid! Mommy told her in a calm voice that if she
was going to
continue to kick the wall, she better take off her shoes. Isabel
sat down
on the floor, took off one of her shoes, bit her lower lip, and
then threw
her shoe at Mommy. She didn't know why; she didn't know why!
Daddy reacted in an instant with instincts he never knew he had.
He pulled
that naughty angel of his over his lap, tugged her shorts and
panties down
with a quick and violent motion, and started spanking her bottom
bright red.
She was shocked! She was mad! She fought and fought and struggled
and
screamed!
When Daddy let her go, she ran from the room, and slammed her
bedroom door,
and flopped face down on her bed and cried thousands of angry
little girl
tears.
She reached back, and her bottom was still bared, and it was hot,
and she
felt the warmth with her chubby palm. She smiled for some reason,
and she
didn't know why. She didn't know why.
Daddy opened her bedroom door and peeked in. She looked up, and
saw the
loving sparkle in his eyes. He asked with a sly grin if he could
come in or
if she was going to throw her other shoe at him. For some reason,
Isabel
laughed and smiled. Daddy loved the fire in his little girl.
She hugged him and said she was sorry. Daddy said he was sorry
he had to
spank her, but she had deserved it, and for the first time in
a long time,
Isabel felt like a baby, and she felt safe, and it felt nice.
She didn't
know why.
The End
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