Crystal is Crazy Part 3
A Little House Fan Fiction
James Craiger roughly grabbed his daughter by the arm and led her out to the waiting wagon. Crystal was excited at the chance of finally getting what she had always dreamed of, but she was also becoming slightly worried. She had never seen her father this livid before.
"Just wait until we get home, young lady," he growled. "How I'm going to explain this to your ma I just don't know. But you are going to pay for this. I thought we'd taught you better than this! Maybe we've been too easy on you. Is that it? Should we have been spanking you all along? Should we continue to do so?"
Crystal wisely kept her mouth clamped shut; these questions seemed to require no real response, and she didn't want to get into any deeper trouble. She already was scared. She had no idea how this was going to go.
The closer they came to their large farm the more she became worried. Tears were beginning to start to trickle down her fingernail-scratched cheeks, causing them to burn. She brushed fiercely at them, but they didn't go unnoticed.
Finally they made it to the end of the line. James hopped out of the wagon, briskly walked around to the other side, and lifted his daughter up and out. He left the team hitched up; it wasn't terribly hot out, and they could stand it. Once again he roughly took her by the elbow and led her into the house.
The smell of freshly baked apple pie greeted them as they passed through the threshold. Julia, Crystal's brown-haired mother, turned around from putting the finishing touches on a pie with a large smile on her face. That smile quickly disappeared at the looks coming from her husband and daughter.
"What's the matter? Why, Crystal! You're hurt!" she cried, running over to inspect the scratches left by the Oleson girl.
"It's nothin', Ma," she replied quietly.
"Oh, isn't it, Little Miss Crystal?" her father instigated.
"Papa, don't make me tell her!" Crystal cried out.
"James, what on Earth is going on here?" demanded Julia.
"Our daughter got in a fist-fight with none other but Nellie Oleson over just a little teasing," he replied grimly.
"Just a LITTLE teasing?" cried Crystal indignantly.
"Young lady! You will speak only when you are spoken to," her father said harshly.
"Crystal, go up to your room while your father and I decide on your punishment," sighed her mother.
"You don't have to," she replied quietly.
"Go on," urged her father with fire raging in his eyes.
"Mrs. Oleson insisted that Papa… oh please, don't make me say it!"
"You WILL say it young lady, or it will be considerably worse," he replied harshly.
"Come on, it can't be that bad, sweetheart," coaxed Julia, totally oblivious to what her daughter was trying to say.
"Ma, Pa has to spank me," Crystal said sadly, so softly that she could barely be heard.
"Oh no he does not!" she retorted.
"Actually, dear, I do. Harriett Oleson is making me. And quite frankly, I think our daughter is asking for it!" a very angry James said.
Crystal immediately worried. Had her father said that "she was asking for it?" Did he mean in the literal sense or not?
"Do you really think that is such a wise idea, James? Sure, she's been getting a little out of hand, but I don't think Crystal has been asking for a spanking!"
"No, Julia, her attitude has gotten to be too much. I don't care if she is sick; she has to know right from wrong. And if confining her to the house as punishment doesn't get through to her, then maybe a little pain will."
Phew, Crystal thought, he hadn't meant that she'd literally been ASKING for it, asking for it. Just that she'd been deserving it.
"Crystal, go on up to your room. I have to unhitch the team, and then I'll be up to deal with you." With that, James strode back outside, slamming the door shut on his way out. Crystal broke into sobs.
"None of that, now, Crystal. I'd be getting up to your room, if I were you. I wouldn't want your pa catching you down here when you're supposed to be up there. You'll be alright. Sure, you're going to be hurting for a while, but you're a tough young lady. You've been through so much pain, you can certainly get through this." With that, Julia gave her daughter a quick, comforting hug and planted a kiss on top of her head. As Crystal turned to go upstairs to her room, Julia landed a swift smack to her daughter's backside.
Crystal slowly made her way up to her room. She had no brothers or sisters, and so she had many things other children did not, including her own room. She didn't know what to do, or how her father was going to do this. She had heard about different ways kids got it, of course. She hoped he wasn't going to grab one of the straps from the barn while he was out there. How she'd be able to tolerate that was beyond her.
Finally she just sat down on her bed and waited, tears glistening in her eyes. After about ten minutes she heard her father stomping up the stairs. The tears that were welling up in her eyes spilled out as she heard him twist the doorknob.
What she saw scared the living daylights out of her. In his right hand was a switch.
"Papa, no!" she cried.
"Don't give me that. You've had this coming a while, and I intend to deal with your impertinence here and now. In fact, you are getting two spankings young lady."
"But Papa!"
"Don't 'But Papa' me, and DO NOT INTERUPT me, young lady, is that clear?"
"Yessir," she sobbed.
"You're getting one spanking for all the times you have misbehaved in the past and we've allowed you to get by with your actions, and then you are getting a totally separate one for what you did today. You embarrassed both your ma and me, and I won't have my daughter getting into fights, no matter what the cause may be. Now, go over and get your hairbrush."
Slowly, as if in a dream, Crystal stood up, walked over to her desk, and opened the ornate drawer. With shaking hands she withdrew the large, oval, oaken brush. She reluctantly made her way over to her father and proffered the weapon to him. He strode purposefully over to her bed, set the switch down, and then perched on the edge.
"Come over to my right, Crystal," he said calmly and meaningfully. She hesitated a moment, and then made her way over to him. "I'll let you choose. You can keep your bloomers up for one of the spankings. Which will it be?"
Crystal was stunned! She hadn't had any reason to believe her father would make her show herself to him! She didn't have any clue which spanking would hurt worse, so she randomly chose.
"Uh, I'll keep them up for the hairbrush, I guess" she said foolishly.
"If that's your choice, fine." With that, her father crossed his legs. "Bend over my knee, Crystal," he commanded not altogether unkindly.
Slowly she lowered herself in the unfamiliar position. As soon as she was safely balanced, she felt her skirt and petticoat being raised, uncovering her buxom, bloomer-covered bottom.
"Give me your right hand, Crystal," her father demanded, and she readily, although extremely confused, obeyed. He took it in his left hand, and pinned her arm behind her back, restricting her from reaching back to interfere with her punishment.
With that, he raised his right arm, which held the heavy hairbrush and brought it down with a WHOOSH, and then it made contact with her prime right "sit spot."
Crystal kicked her right leg, and let out a cry. The spank burned its message deep into her backside. Why had she wanted this? She had no idea. But now there was no backing out of it… and it sounded as if her father wanted to continue to spank her for her misdeeds!
She was brought out of this reverie by another swift SMACK, this time on her left side. It too left a burning imprint, and she let out yet another cry. Not SCREAMS, like Nellie, but just loud cries, the norm for a spanked child.
Her father went back to her right side, landing the hairbrush right on top of the previous strike. Her cries elevated, and her father could just barely see a hint of pink through her thin white bloomers. He didn't let this deter him from his task, however, and let the hairbrush land hard on the left side, then the right, and then the left again. By this time a hint of red could CLEARLY be seen through her undergarments, and her legs were kicking futilely.
Never had Crystal felt such pain; even her headaches seemed like nothing compared to this. Of course, any amount of pain you feel always seems much worse than it is at the time you are experiencing it, but she couldn't help but to feel that this was the worst she'd ever felt! She felt awful for causing Nellie pain, for being a pain to her parents, and simply, she just felt punished. This was something new to her; her confinements had done nothing to make her feel like she was in the wrong. They had only managed to make her angry at her parents. For the first time ever she felt true, complete remorse for what she had done. And she felt that she was paying the price, and that once this was over, she'd be in the right again.
Her father kept alternating sides, never shifting to another spot. As he laid the sixth and final swat to her left side, he literally felt the heat radiating from her punished posterior. He set the brush down, and gently rubbed his daughter's back. He murmured comforting words in her ear until she finally could keep from crying out. He knew she could hear over her soft sobs, so he spoke.
"Okay, baby girl, we're halfway through. I promise to make this last part quick, okay? I need you to stand up, though."
She was utterly confused, but she shakily obeyed. He steadied her as she righted herself. Then he, too stood up. Crystal rubbed her seat, all the while watching her father's every movement.
James was setting her pillows up quite similarly to how Nels had recently done for Nellie, although he would never know it. After he had piled three fluffy pillows into the world's softest skyscraper, he patted them a few times. "Go ahead and bend over those pillows, honey."
Crystal gradually minced her way over to the mound, and, after taking a deep breath, bent over them.
"Now hold onto the other side of the bed," her father instructed. She hastily obeyed, finding that it provided a little extra support. "Crystal, I'm going to have to ask you to do something very difficult, okay? I know you can do it though. I need you to not reach back during this part of your punishment. I will have to give you an extra stroke if you do, okay? I don't want to hurt your hands."
She nodded her agreement, all the while sobbing into the quilt. Her father came up behind her, raised her skirts, and, after taking a deep breath, pulled down her bloomers. Crystal sucked in her breath as she felt the rough cloth being pulled down over her sore, swollen cheeks, but wisely kept her mouth shut.
James reached over and grabbed the switch. He had promised to keep this quick, and he intended to keep his promise. With strengthened resolve, he snapped the switch across the backs of his daughter's thighs. This time she let out a little screech, but she clutched the quilt for all she was worth, promising herself not to reach back. And, unlike Nellie, she could if she wanted to.
James didn't give her more than a second's rest in between strikes, and quickly landed the third, fourth and fifth strikes, one below the other, each eliciting a slightly louder screech. He thought that just maybe she would get through this first licking without any extra strokes, when, after the sixth stripe was added to the mix, causing her thighs to look like the red and white portion of the American flag, she started to reach back.
The pain had become so intense, she had forgotten the rule. Thankfully, he didn't hit her as he wasn't planning on striking for another second or two, but he did catch her.
"Crystal!" he thundered ominously. "Put that hand back! We were half done, but now we still have seven to go."
"No!" she cried out as she reached her hand forward again, but she was cut short by a flurry of three hard strikes. James took a second for a breather; he was perspiring heavily. Finally he reached back, and quickly let fly the last four strokes before she could reach back again. By this time, she was broken, just lying across the pillows sobbing.
James gently pulled her bloomers back up, and sat next to her, softly stroking her hair. He was quite taken aback when she said once she had caught her breath, "Thank you, Pa."
"What?" he asked.
"Thank you for finally punishing me how I needed it. I know you love me enough to do it now."
"You thought we didn't love you?" he asked, unbelieving.
"No, I knew you loved me, but… I've always seen kids get punished and stuff, but have things go right back to normal once their licking was over. It felt like you and Ma always held a grudge against anything I did."
"Why didn't you ever say that?" he asked.
"I thought you would think I was stupid… and I was scared."
"Of the spanking or our reaction?"
"Both." she replied quietly.
"I'm sorry we let you down, sweetie," he said genuinely.
"That's okay. I love you Pa."
A Little House Fan Fiction
James Craiger roughly grabbed his daughter by the arm and led her out to the waiting wagon. Crystal was excited at the chance of finally getting what she had always dreamed of, but she was also becoming slightly worried. She had never seen her father this livid before.
"Just wait until we get home, young lady," he growled. "How I'm going to explain this to your ma I just don't know. But you are going to pay for this. I thought we'd taught you better than this! Maybe we've been too easy on you. Is that it? Should we have been spanking you all along? Should we continue to do so?"
Crystal wisely kept her mouth clamped shut; these questions seemed to require no real response, and she didn't want to get into any deeper trouble. She already was scared. She had no idea how this was going to go.
The closer they came to their large farm the more she became worried. Tears were beginning to start to trickle down her fingernail-scratched cheeks, causing them to burn. She brushed fiercely at them, but they didn't go unnoticed.
Finally they made it to the end of the line. James hopped out of the wagon, briskly walked around to the other side, and lifted his daughter up and out. He left the team hitched up; it wasn't terribly hot out, and they could stand it. Once again he roughly took her by the elbow and led her into the house.
The smell of freshly baked apple pie greeted them as they passed through the threshold. Julia, Crystal's brown-haired mother, turned around from putting the finishing touches on a pie with a large smile on her face. That smile quickly disappeared at the looks coming from her husband and daughter.
"What's the matter? Why, Crystal! You're hurt!" she cried, running over to inspect the scratches left by the Oleson girl.
"It's nothin', Ma," she replied quietly.
"Oh, isn't it, Little Miss Crystal?" her father instigated.
"Papa, don't make me tell her!" Crystal cried out.
"James, what on Earth is going on here?" demanded Julia.
"Our daughter got in a fist-fight with none other but Nellie Oleson over just a little teasing," he replied grimly.
"Just a LITTLE teasing?" cried Crystal indignantly.
"Young lady! You will speak only when you are spoken to," her father said harshly.
"Crystal, go up to your room while your father and I decide on your punishment," sighed her mother.
"You don't have to," she replied quietly.
"Go on," urged her father with fire raging in his eyes.
"Mrs. Oleson insisted that Papa… oh please, don't make me say it!"
"You WILL say it young lady, or it will be considerably worse," he replied harshly.
"Come on, it can't be that bad, sweetheart," coaxed Julia, totally oblivious to what her daughter was trying to say.
"Ma, Pa has to spank me," Crystal said sadly, so softly that she could barely be heard.
"Oh no he does not!" she retorted.
"Actually, dear, I do. Harriett Oleson is making me. And quite frankly, I think our daughter is asking for it!" a very angry James said.
Crystal immediately worried. Had her father said that "she was asking for it?" Did he mean in the literal sense or not?
"Do you really think that is such a wise idea, James? Sure, she's been getting a little out of hand, but I don't think Crystal has been asking for a spanking!"
"No, Julia, her attitude has gotten to be too much. I don't care if she is sick; she has to know right from wrong. And if confining her to the house as punishment doesn't get through to her, then maybe a little pain will."
Phew, Crystal thought, he hadn't meant that she'd literally been ASKING for it, asking for it. Just that she'd been deserving it.
"Crystal, go on up to your room. I have to unhitch the team, and then I'll be up to deal with you." With that, James strode back outside, slamming the door shut on his way out. Crystal broke into sobs.
"None of that, now, Crystal. I'd be getting up to your room, if I were you. I wouldn't want your pa catching you down here when you're supposed to be up there. You'll be alright. Sure, you're going to be hurting for a while, but you're a tough young lady. You've been through so much pain, you can certainly get through this." With that, Julia gave her daughter a quick, comforting hug and planted a kiss on top of her head. As Crystal turned to go upstairs to her room, Julia landed a swift smack to her daughter's backside.
Crystal slowly made her way up to her room. She had no brothers or sisters, and so she had many things other children did not, including her own room. She didn't know what to do, or how her father was going to do this. She had heard about different ways kids got it, of course. She hoped he wasn't going to grab one of the straps from the barn while he was out there. How she'd be able to tolerate that was beyond her.
Finally she just sat down on her bed and waited, tears glistening in her eyes. After about ten minutes she heard her father stomping up the stairs. The tears that were welling up in her eyes spilled out as she heard him twist the doorknob.
What she saw scared the living daylights out of her. In his right hand was a switch.
"Papa, no!" she cried.
"Don't give me that. You've had this coming a while, and I intend to deal with your impertinence here and now. In fact, you are getting two spankings young lady."
"But Papa!"
"Don't 'But Papa' me, and DO NOT INTERUPT me, young lady, is that clear?"
"Yessir," she sobbed.
"You're getting one spanking for all the times you have misbehaved in the past and we've allowed you to get by with your actions, and then you are getting a totally separate one for what you did today. You embarrassed both your ma and me, and I won't have my daughter getting into fights, no matter what the cause may be. Now, go over and get your hairbrush."
Slowly, as if in a dream, Crystal stood up, walked over to her desk, and opened the ornate drawer. With shaking hands she withdrew the large, oval, oaken brush. She reluctantly made her way over to her father and proffered the weapon to him. He strode purposefully over to her bed, set the switch down, and then perched on the edge.
"Come over to my right, Crystal," he said calmly and meaningfully. She hesitated a moment, and then made her way over to him. "I'll let you choose. You can keep your bloomers up for one of the spankings. Which will it be?"
Crystal was stunned! She hadn't had any reason to believe her father would make her show herself to him! She didn't have any clue which spanking would hurt worse, so she randomly chose.
"Uh, I'll keep them up for the hairbrush, I guess" she said foolishly.
"If that's your choice, fine." With that, her father crossed his legs. "Bend over my knee, Crystal," he commanded not altogether unkindly.
Slowly she lowered herself in the unfamiliar position. As soon as she was safely balanced, she felt her skirt and petticoat being raised, uncovering her buxom, bloomer-covered bottom.
"Give me your right hand, Crystal," her father demanded, and she readily, although extremely confused, obeyed. He took it in his left hand, and pinned her arm behind her back, restricting her from reaching back to interfere with her punishment.
With that, he raised his right arm, which held the heavy hairbrush and brought it down with a WHOOSH, and then it made contact with her prime right "sit spot."
Crystal kicked her right leg, and let out a cry. The spank burned its message deep into her backside. Why had she wanted this? She had no idea. But now there was no backing out of it… and it sounded as if her father wanted to continue to spank her for her misdeeds!
She was brought out of this reverie by another swift SMACK, this time on her left side. It too left a burning imprint, and she let out yet another cry. Not SCREAMS, like Nellie, but just loud cries, the norm for a spanked child.
Her father went back to her right side, landing the hairbrush right on top of the previous strike. Her cries elevated, and her father could just barely see a hint of pink through her thin white bloomers. He didn't let this deter him from his task, however, and let the hairbrush land hard on the left side, then the right, and then the left again. By this time a hint of red could CLEARLY be seen through her undergarments, and her legs were kicking futilely.
Never had Crystal felt such pain; even her headaches seemed like nothing compared to this. Of course, any amount of pain you feel always seems much worse than it is at the time you are experiencing it, but she couldn't help but to feel that this was the worst she'd ever felt! She felt awful for causing Nellie pain, for being a pain to her parents, and simply, she just felt punished. This was something new to her; her confinements had done nothing to make her feel like she was in the wrong. They had only managed to make her angry at her parents. For the first time ever she felt true, complete remorse for what she had done. And she felt that she was paying the price, and that once this was over, she'd be in the right again.
Her father kept alternating sides, never shifting to another spot. As he laid the sixth and final swat to her left side, he literally felt the heat radiating from her punished posterior. He set the brush down, and gently rubbed his daughter's back. He murmured comforting words in her ear until she finally could keep from crying out. He knew she could hear over her soft sobs, so he spoke.
"Okay, baby girl, we're halfway through. I promise to make this last part quick, okay? I need you to stand up, though."
She was utterly confused, but she shakily obeyed. He steadied her as she righted herself. Then he, too stood up. Crystal rubbed her seat, all the while watching her father's every movement.
James was setting her pillows up quite similarly to how Nels had recently done for Nellie, although he would never know it. After he had piled three fluffy pillows into the world's softest skyscraper, he patted them a few times. "Go ahead and bend over those pillows, honey."
Crystal gradually minced her way over to the mound, and, after taking a deep breath, bent over them.
"Now hold onto the other side of the bed," her father instructed. She hastily obeyed, finding that it provided a little extra support. "Crystal, I'm going to have to ask you to do something very difficult, okay? I know you can do it though. I need you to not reach back during this part of your punishment. I will have to give you an extra stroke if you do, okay? I don't want to hurt your hands."
She nodded her agreement, all the while sobbing into the quilt. Her father came up behind her, raised her skirts, and, after taking a deep breath, pulled down her bloomers. Crystal sucked in her breath as she felt the rough cloth being pulled down over her sore, swollen cheeks, but wisely kept her mouth shut.
James reached over and grabbed the switch. He had promised to keep this quick, and he intended to keep his promise. With strengthened resolve, he snapped the switch across the backs of his daughter's thighs. This time she let out a little screech, but she clutched the quilt for all she was worth, promising herself not to reach back. And, unlike Nellie, she could if she wanted to.
James didn't give her more than a second's rest in between strikes, and quickly landed the third, fourth and fifth strikes, one below the other, each eliciting a slightly louder screech. He thought that just maybe she would get through this first licking without any extra strokes, when, after the sixth stripe was added to the mix, causing her thighs to look like the red and white portion of the American flag, she started to reach back.
The pain had become so intense, she had forgotten the rule. Thankfully, he didn't hit her as he wasn't planning on striking for another second or two, but he did catch her.
"Crystal!" he thundered ominously. "Put that hand back! We were half done, but now we still have seven to go."
"No!" she cried out as she reached her hand forward again, but she was cut short by a flurry of three hard strikes. James took a second for a breather; he was perspiring heavily. Finally he reached back, and quickly let fly the last four strokes before she could reach back again. By this time, she was broken, just lying across the pillows sobbing.
James gently pulled her bloomers back up, and sat next to her, softly stroking her hair. He was quite taken aback when she said once she had caught her breath, "Thank you, Pa."
"What?" he asked.
"Thank you for finally punishing me how I needed it. I know you love me enough to do it now."
"You thought we didn't love you?" he asked, unbelieving.
"No, I knew you loved me, but… I've always seen kids get punished and stuff, but have things go right back to normal once their licking was over. It felt like you and Ma always held a grudge against anything I did."
"Why didn't you ever say that?" he asked.
"I thought you would think I was stupid… and I was scared."
"Of the spanking or our reaction?"
"Both." she replied quietly.
"I'm sorry we let you down, sweetie," he said genuinely.
"That's okay. I love you Pa."