"Come on, Sissy!" pleaded her father, sitting on her
bed, tussling her curly dark hair. "Tomorrow's your
birthday. You still haven't told me what you want."

"I told you," pouted the 11-year-old. "I want a
spanking."

"I promise you a birthday spanking," her father
replied with a sigh. "Twelve and a hard swat to grow
on."

"No, Daddy, a real punishment kind of spanking. Like
before the divorce. You and Mom used to sit on my bed.
You'd spank with the special brush. Afterwards, Mommy
held me while I cried. We all hugged. Those spankings
are my best memories."

Her father sighed. With limited visitation rights, he
didn't want spankings to come between him and his only
child-now almost a stranger. Corporal punishment ended
five years ago.

"Look, aren't you too old? Besides, we don't have the
spanking brush."

"Yes we do!" exclaimed his daughter, reaching under
her pillow and holding up the family heirloom. "I
stole it from Mommy's dresser. She doesn't need it.
She never spanks."

"If I spank you," he sighed at last, "will you tell me
what you want for your birthday?" 

Sissy nodded.

"You want Claire to hold you like your mother used
to?"

Sissy giggled excitedly, "Sure!"

The stepmother seemed confused when her husband called
her in and explained. However, the stepmother didn't
object. Claire secretly felt Sissy sorely needed
spankings-and on a regular basis!

So Sissy's second parental set sat on her bed. She
crawled out from under the covers and placed her
skinny body over her father's lap.

He concluded that his daughter had romanticized
spankings in her mind. The part she conveniently
forgot, he surmised, was how painful a good, sound
spanking can be. So pulling her undies down, he
decided to rectify that. One good spanking would put
an end to this silly preoccupation.

Besides, he realized as his old rhythm returned to his
strokes, Sissy is a very good girl, but she could
still use a little adjustment in attitude, just for
good measure.

Sissy cried, squirmed, and kicked, just like her last
spanking over five years ago. Afterwards, Claire held
her stepdaughter and comforted her, realizing that
they rarely embraced. A strange reverse magnetism
pushed them apart. Weeping in her arms, Claire
acknowledged that her stepdaughter had lost her daddy
to the torrid affair that broke up the girl's home and
gave Sissy a second Mommy.

No wonder Sissy didn't like her!

Claire vowed to be a better, loving mother.

Crying, Sissy realized that Claire hugged just like
Mom used to.

When Sissy calmed, her father asked, "NOW with you
tell me what you want for your birthday?"

"Sure," she sniffled. "I want an iPod."

"Anything else?" asked Claire, kissing her daughter's
forehead.

"Yeah, I want another. Just like this. A real birthday
spanking. On my birthday."

And the next day-because Sissy had been such a good
girl all year-she got both gifts.