*Ding Dong*
A woman with long dark hair sat up first. She was very
confused the clock read 3:30 am. Who on
earth is ringing the door bell at this hour?
*Ding Dong*
This time a man with long sandy hair sat up shaking the
sleep out of his eyes, “was that the doorbell?”
“I think so,” the woman said pulling on her robe peering
out the window.
“Do you see anyone," the man asks?
“It’s a police car?”
The doorbell rings again as the couple finds their way through their dark home.
Opening the door, the woman comes face to face with two police officers with a
young girl between them. It took the woman a few seconds to realize who was
standing in front of her. The girl was supposed to be away at college something
that she helped her achieve. It was the police officer on the left that spoke
first.
“Sorry to wake you at such a late hour. We picked this girl
up on Main Street. Upon talking with her we discovered that not only is she
very intoxicated she is also underage even if it’s only by three weeks.”
“Intoxicated, Sunshine,” the woman question?
“Now Ma’am, I know you are upset with her but I still feel
it’s better to let the parents handle this matter. We questioned her for her
address, she refused at first but after awhile she told us.”
“Her parents,” the woman questions again?
“Ma’am, you, and your husband are her parents? Are you
not?”
“Yes, Officer we are,” the woman quickly answered.
The woman’s husband walked back into the house after that.
He never agreed with his wife taking such a chance on the young girl now
standing on their front door step. She knew too much; she could end both their
careers.
“Oh, good my partner
was worried that she gave a false address. I hope you are able to correct her
behaviour so we don’t meet like this again.”
“Oh, I’m going to make sure we don’t meet like this again,” the woman assured glaring at the young girl. The woman watched as both officers tipped their hats and climbed back into their patrol car. Grabbing the young girl’s left ear, the woman pulled her into the dining room. “Aw Miss let go!”
“Sit down! We have some talking to do,” Miss ordered.
“It’s not that big of a deal! I was drinking I couldn’t let
them take me home. They’d arrest my mother.”
“Is she doing drugs again,” Miss questioned?
“More like selling it…. Miss,
it’s fine I can just go home through the gullies.”
“You aren’t leaving this house drunk. Let alone running
through the gullies at 4 am.”
“Don’t be so damn bossy. I’ll be fine,” I stated crossing my arms.
“You better remember who you are talking to.” Complete submission fell over the room. Sunshine found that nervous spot on the floor to look at. She never contemplated that Miss wouldn’t let her leave after the cops were gone.
“That’s better! Follow me!” Sunshine followed Miss closely up the stairs her mind racing with what ifs. Miss had always been extremely strict with her throughout high school. Sunshine needed it and craved it; Miss understood that. Sunshine noticed light coming out from under a closed door she imaged “him” pacing back and forth. He had never understood Sunshine or the relationship Sunshine and his wife had. Miss stopped at the end of the hall, opening the door she reached for the light. Miss sat down on the bed and looked at Sunshine. Entering the room Sunshine pleaded, “Please not a spanking?”
Miss patted the bed, “I’m not going to spank you tonight.”
Sunshine sat obediently, “Thank you, Miss.”
“But you are not leaving this house tonight and we are
going to have a long conversation tomorrow.”
“Yes, Ma’am”
“Now, there are nightgowns and clothing in closest. I
expect you to change before bed.”
Miss rose and exited the bedroom closing the door. Sunshine
took a quick survey of the bedroom. It was beautiful. The bed, dressers, desk
and end tables were all antique. Sunshine opened the closest to discover a full
and well organized closest. Looking through the nightgowns she found one that
reminded her of happier times, slipping it on she felt her grandma’s arms slip
around her. Climbing into bed was a chore there were just too many layers. She
was lucky to have one sheet at home.
Chapter 2
Miss entered her bedroom to find a pacing husband.
“Why would you take a girl like that into our home? We are
going to wake up tomorrow with half our stuff missing. You should have told the
police the truth.”
“You better watch yourself, little
boy. You know better to speak to me in that manner.”
Tim stopped pacing and looked embarrassed at his dominant. “I’m sorry, Ma’am.”
“We are going to talk about this openly but I expect the
rudeness to end.”
“Yes, Ma’am.”
“What makes you think she is going to steal things? She’s
been in our home before and nothing has gone missing? Right?”
“Yes, Hun but she’s not our child. She’s not our responsibility. You should have told the police the truth,” Tim feebly retorted.
“I understand that she’s not our responsibility but she
chose us. She didn’t have to but she did. She trusts us; something that doesn’t
come easy for her,” Miss reminded.
“I know that, Hun.”
“And what if you told the police the truth? You know what
would have happened. They’d take her home to a strung-out mother dealing drugs.
She’ll end up on the streets.”
“I know that but…” Tim hesitated.
“What are you really afraid of here? That she’ll take your
place? Haven’t we always talked about adding to our family?”
“Yes Ma’am, but what if it doesn’t work out? She could expose us. We’d never teach again,” Tim explained!
“Don’t you think if she was going to expose us, she would
have already done it? I disciplined her all through high school. You know I
believe that things that are meant to be always come our way?”
“You really do trust her. I guess I’m just afraid because
we never came to an understanding at school. She hates me,” Tim worried.
“She doesn’t hate you. She just doesn’t understand you.
There will be ground rules,” Miss informs.
“You really believe it’s meant to be?"
“I do. I don’t know how but I do,” Miss answers.
“You’ve always wanted someone to mentor. I mean younger to
mentor. I know you wouldn’t without my blessing,” Tim thinks out loud.
“I’d never hurt you in that way. You know that.”
“I feel like not giving my blessing would take away your
dominant role and I would never do that. I need you to be in charge…. Yes.”
“Yes, what,” Miss questions?
“Yes, Ma’am I trust you with all my heart and I believe
that when you say it is meant to be it is. Yes, Ma’am, ask Sunshine to stay and
I will try to see what you see in her.”
“There’s my good trusting little boy. I love you.”
“I love you too, Hun.”
Chapter 3 – Morning (Or Afternoon) Confessions
It wasn’t until 3 pm
when Sunshine slowly climbed down the stairs looking for Miss. Her nightgown
from the night before now had woolly socks to match. Timidly, Sunshine peered
around the corner of the stairs. Miss wasn’t in the living room, so Sunshine
continued quietly to the kitchen hoping for something to eat. There was no food
at her home and hadn’t been for quite awhile. Noticing the fruit basket, Sunshine launched for the banana on top when she turned around, she was face to
face with a weirdly dressed Tim. A minute later she realized that he had golf
clubs hanging over his shoulder.
“Excuse me Sunshine, I’m just leaving for golf that way you and Miss can talk about what you need to.” Too stunned to respond Sunshine just stood there with a half-peeled banana. “Hun, Sunshine is up and in the kitchen. Hurry before she eats all our fruit,” Tim teased.
Embarrassed Sunshine placed the banana on the counter and watched as Tim left. Miss was leaning against the wall looking down on a scared little girl. “I wasn’t stealing I was going to pay you back.”
“Sunshine you can have the banana. It’s okay.”
“I don’t need it.” Miss crossed the kitchen and picked up the banana handing it to Sunshine.
“You already opened it and, in this house, we don’t waste
food like that. Please sit at the table and eat it.”
Sunshine obeyed placing herself as far away from Miss as possible. Miss than placed a bowl, a spoon, a box of cereal and milk on the table. Sunshine looked at it like it was poisoned. Sunshine finished her banana and stared at the cereal box. She was starving but didn’t want to owe Miss anything else. Miss had helped her get out of the small town for college and here she was back sitting in her kitchen a failure just like her mother always said. “I’m fine with just the banana, Miss,” Sunshine argues.
“No, you aren’t. Have
some cereal,” Miss ordered.
“No, Miss. I won’t,” Sunshine continues in defiance.
Miss filled the bowl with cereal, covered it with milk and
placed it back in front of Sunshine, “Eat up!”
“I don’t need it,” I stated still defiant.
“That two… The rules haven’t changed in this house,” Miss warned.
Nervously, Sunshine glared at Miss. She knew the
consequences, was it worth pushing the boundary. Retreating from Miss’s eyes
Sunshine dove into the bowl of cereal. Pushing the empty bowl towards Miss a
meek, ‘thank you’ exited Sunshine lips.
“You owe me some answers little one. Don’t you,” Miss lectured?
“I’m sorry I involved you.”
“I’m not talking about last night. I’m talking about
school.”
Sunshine stared out the window trying to avoid the disappointment in Miss’s eyes. “I failed okay. I went and I failed.”
“Failed how,” Miss prompted?
“Just failed,” Sunshine repeated.
“That’s not the answer I want and you know that,” Miss sternly responded.
“It was just too hard, okay!”
“I have a very hard time believing that the courses were
too hard for you. I want the truth!”
“My mother made it too hard. Send me money, I miss you, I
can’t live without you. I gave up okay she needed money to pay a debt to her
dealer so I dropped out to get the tuition money back.”
“Sunshine,” Miss questioned horrified.
“She’s still my mother, okay. She may be bad at it but I
couldn’t let them hurt her.”
“Sunshine, you know you can’t fix or save her the rest of your life,” Miss pulls your chin forcing you to look at her.
“What choice do I have? I have nowhere else to go, no other
family. I thought college in another city was the answer but I can’t seem to do
that either.”
“What were your grades before you dropped out? The truth?”
“Why does that matter you can’t do anything about it now. Like you would anyway?” I pull my chin out of your hold and look out the window again.
“What is that
supposed to mean.”
“Nothing,” I retort annoyed.
“Sunshine, I want to talk to you about something very
serious now. Are you listening to me?”
“Yeah,” Sunshine spat out.
Miss cringed at that response a year ago hidden away in our
room, Sunshine’s safe place that in itself would have been a spank-able
offence.
“Sunshine, Tim and I talk about this at length last night.
We want you to stay here.”
“What do you mean stay here,” Sunshine spat out the question.
“Move in! Live with us. Do you remember asking me a year
ago about why couples take in young adults as their children in the kink scene?”
“Yes, but are you telling me you two are like me,” things were starting to make sense?
“We are Sunshine. Why do you think I took so much time in
teaching you to be safe in the spanking community?”
“All this time you lied to me?” hurt and anger flashed across
Sunshine’s face.
“Not lied just kept it from you,” Miss tried explaining.
“You punished me for keeping things from you. You said it
was the same as lying. How is this different,” Sunshine hollered?
A tear slipped from Sunshine’s eye. Miss’s confession was
too much for her to handle. Sunshine had hoped and prayed that Miss wouldn’t
quit on her once she left high school but she had. For months she had replayed
every conversation they had had in that sound proof booth. The only thing that
made sense to her was that she was Miss’s experiment and Miss decided that she
wasn’t kinky like Sunshine.
“I never meant to lie to you. You just weren’t old enough to understand that this sort of thing is confidential,” Miss answers still trying to explain herself.
“What? I never told anyone. I trusted you; I told you my
deepest darkest secret, and let you mentor me. Why didn’t you trust me with
your secrets,” hurt in Sunshine voice shock as she hollered?
“Sunshine,” Miss stammered out?
“I hate you!”
In one swift movement,
Sunshine was on her feet and running out the door. Miss had no chance of
catching up with her. She saw the swish of her borrowed nightgown as she
dropped into the gully. Miss climbed the stairs with Sunshine’s last words
ringing in her ears. Robotically, Miss found herself straightening up the room
Sunshine had slept in. Deciding to wash Sunshine’s clothes Miss picked them up.
She could see where Sunshine had stitched and re-stitched the clothing. There
were blood stains from where Miss was sure her mother had hit her in a rage.
Miss wondered if she was really any better for Sunshine then her biologically
mother. Tim entered the room just shortly after 6 to find his wife starring out
the window.
“She said no, didn’t she,” Tim asked softly?
“Worse she said she hates me.”
“She can’t mean that. She’s just in shock. She’ll be back,” Tim tries to assure her.
“No, Tim I don’t think so. I’m going to have a bath.”
Miss rubbed Tim’s arm for support as she left Sunshine’s
bedroom.
“Damn, Sunshine! She really wanted this; she really wanted you.” Tim stated into the silence.
