ON THE SET

"THE LONGEST DAY"
(part Three of Three)

Alan spanks Emma at the Tate Gallery for fighting with Melissa, and warns her and Sammie to behave.
He tries to scold Melissa too, but she calls him a long list of names, earning herself a note sent home. Later on,
Melissa’s parents make her come over to Alan’s to apologise, and admit having run out of ideas as to how to deal
with their rambunctious 14-year-old. Meanwhile, Melissa offends Sammie calling her a stupid because she’s dyslexic,
and Sammie runs away crying. Emma goes looking for her and they come back just in time to see Melissa spanked
by her mother with a wooden spoon in the Rickmans’ living room, a suggestion of Alan’s. The teenager is reduced
to sobs and repentance and is then brought home, much to the other girls’ amusement.

Moments after the Westons had driven away, Emma entered the house, Sammie right behind her; and they attempted to dash upstairs.

Alan was still waving with his hand at the Westons’ car, when he felt a storm in the form of two girls passing aside him. "Hey you!... Oh Sammie, I’m so glad, where were you?" he said, hugging the girl and circling Emma’s shoulder with his other arm. "Quite a show you missed here," he said.

Smiling warmly, Sammie squeaked as she was enveloped in a rather awkward bear hug. "I was there," she answered rather smartly with a wink. "And nah, we, er, had a good seat for the show. Just rather cold." Emma doubled over with laughter.

Watching out of the window, Alan wondered what the two girls had been up to... and decided he did not want to know. So he just smiled, and gave each of them a kiss on the forehead. "Only, try not to tell everyone about this, tomorrow, promise?" he said, in his naivety.

They giggled and giggled some more, but said nothing. "So, cool, we’re all cool, I’m back, yippy, bye now!" she attempted to dash upstairs, with Emma in front of her.

"Hey, hey, you both back here, I’m not finished with the two of you yet," he said, waddling his finger at them.

Rolling her eyes just a bit – but making sure he wouldn’t notice – Emma sighed and came back down the stairs, Sammie right behind her. The pretty redhead gulped, and covered her bottom with her hands out of that newly-acquired instinct when being around Alan.

He had them stand in front of him as he spoke. "Now... Melissa has been punished, and rightly so, but: Sammie, you don’t run away like that, you scared us out of our pants, and Emma, you don’t want to let me catch you wanting to ‘beat up’ anyone ever again. Is that clear, young ladies?"

"Yes sir," both girls said in unison, nodded solemnly. "Are you, like, gonna spank me?..." Sammie squeaked, still holding her small backside.

At that, Alan sighed and shook his head. "Turn around," he said, trying hard not to smile and remain stern.

Sammie did as told, feeling confused, while Emma watched, an eyebrow raised, quite surprised. Taking the girl’s hands away, Alan delivered one quick, hard smack to her seat of her jeans. Then grabbed Emma’s shoulder, spun her around and did the same to her.

"Off you go, both of ya. And consider yourselves lucky."

Sammie howled and Emma squeaked. "Hey, I didn’t do anything bad!" Emma pouted.

Alan quirked an eyebrow at her. "I already told you what you did... was the appetiser enough, or do you want me to give you the full menu, Em?"

Her eyes went wide like two balloons and she shook her head, she too clutching her little bottom. Emma dashed upstairs before another word could be said.

Alan couldn’t help but smile at the sight, and then he turned his attention to Sammie, and again took her hands. "Samantha... er..." He was about to correct himself, knowing she didn’t like to be called that, but the occasion did require for it, and more, so he continued: "Samantha Marie, don’t ever let me catch you doing something that silly again. Your parents surely did teach you that, and they would be very disappointed. You ran away like a child, you realise that, don’t you?"

Sammie fidgeted, shifting from foot to foot, not knowing what to say. After a pause. "Well, then, I’m just stupid, what else is new?" she whispered.

Upon hearing that, Alan reached behind Sammie and pushed on her back to bend her over just a bit, then circled her waist to keep her still and aimed half a dozen hearty smacks to her jeans-clad backside.

"I don’t want to hear that EVER again out of you, Samantha!" he scolded, a stern voice now.

Sammie shrieked and tried to kick away. "Owwww, stop it, it’s TRUE... ow!"

"True? Oh is it?" he spanked her again, another good dozen of smacks to her petite derriere which had her bouncing like a bunny. She actually stomped her feet like a baby and started to cry, trying to throw her hands back.

"Where’s your pride and self-esteem, girl?" whack! whack! "Are a brat like Melissa’s words enough to demean you?" he said, slapping her hands away when she brought them back.

Sammie just kept cried softly, yelping with each swat. "Stop it, please! I can’t help it!"

Alan suddenly stopped and stood her up. "Samantha, I’m going to be very firm on this. I want you to say and know that you’re not stupid, or we’re going to my study for a long talk, and you know what that means, don’t you?"

Sammie tried to push him away and run up the stairs. Everybody said that she was smart, but she never felt even remotely like it. Just like Emma used to feel like she wasn’t worth anything, though Sammie couldn’t know that. And Sam was working on it, herself, but it was slow going and she seemed to never get anywhere.

Alan managed to catch her in mid-air and jerk her back, setting her on her feet again and looking at her straight in the eye. "I’ve seen Emma thinking she was stupid, and I know how you convince yourself that you are, but it’s just not true, you hear me?? Last chance, Sammie. Are you stupid?"

"Dad," Emma whispered out of the blue, appearing aside her father and her best friend from upstairs. "She doesn’t need this, let her go, please?" Sammie wouldn’t even look at Alan, just stared at the ground, some lonely tears still streaking her face cheeks.

"Emma, please stay out of it. Samantha, I’m waiting," he reminded the cute redhead.

"Daddy," Emma said a little more forcefully, taking his arm. "You’re scaring her, let me handle it, I always have and she did for me."

Suddenly, Alan thought back at everything Sammie had told him in the study, about how afraid she was of him when in ‘spanking mode’... "Handle it?" he said, to Emma, ironically. "And how do you plan on handling it?"

"Ice cream, Legolas, crying and talking. Always works," she said softly. For some reason, Sammie wasn’t struggling for Alan to let go of her anymore.

Struck by his daughter’s good heart, Alan smiled at her, and said: "You’re right, honey, it will work... after I have spanked Sammie’s bottom, though. Unless you decide to say something, Sam? Are you even listening to me?"

Emma scowled. "Dad, come on, aren’t you being too mean?" Sammie wasn’t listening at all, the hurtful words of Melissa playing over and over in her head. It occurred then to Alan why the girls were such close friends: they needed each other. They each had a problem the other could help with and be there to cry with.

For the first time in his life, Alan didn’t know what to do. Emma was right, and she was wrong, too. He himself was right, and he was wrong, too. But what struck him the most was Sammie’s estrangement from the present situation. So, just out of pure instinct, he did something which would surely "shake her up": with quick moves he unbuttoned her jeans and pulled them down to her knees, without saying a word.

Sammie gasped but still remained speechless, though her tears started to flow more freely.

Emma groaned. "I can’t watch you make her cry," she whispered, turning to go.

"Come here, Emmy," he said, using her nickname. "You love Sammie, don’t you? I’m sure she needs you to be close right now."

Emma nodded, tears gathering in her own eyes. "Okay," she whispered, "but give her a chance to explain herself, come on!"

"I am! She’s just refusing to talk to me!... Sammie, why don’t we... ?"

"Put them back, put them back!" Sammie suddenly yelled at him, referring to her jeans, but Alan shook his head firmly.

"No Sam, and I’m going to pull down your panties too, and spank your bottom nice and hard... unless you decide to talk to me. Not to Emma, to me, you understand?" he said, looking at her straight in her eye, hoping she saw his care there and not just a man to be afraid of.

"Let me go!" Sammie wailed. She looked into his eyes and saw the kindness there, but was too upset for it to fully register.

Every fibre in his body told Alan he should have let her go, hug her and let her cry, but he also knew he couldn’t let her down, not now, not after going this far. He knew that Sammie, deep down, *expected* him to spank her. So he steeled himself, and took the girl under her armpits like you do a child, and then carried her towards his study. "I’m sorry, Sammie," he whispered.

Sammie cried and wriggled just like a small child, not even knowing what to say, or really what to do, just that for some reason, Alan too was convinced she was bright, and not a stupid person. He finally reached his study and put the girl down. In a flash, and while Emma watched wide-eyed, he sat on a chair and pulled Sammie bodily across his lap, face-down. His daughter bit her lip, her heart breaking for her friend; on one hand she thought Sammie would benefit from this, on the other, she feared it would drive her friend into her protective shell and make her even more silent.

Not without some more hesitation, Alan peeled Sammie’s skimp panties down to her knees, and then down to her ankles to reach her jeans. "Emma, talk to her. Tell her why I’m doing this," and with that he smacked his hand down on Sammie’s unprotected rump.

Sammie screeched.

"Sammie, she was wrong, you’re not stupid," Emma said softly, moving a little closer. "You... you gotta realise that." She wasn’t sure what all to say to her distraught friend, and wasn’t sure exactly what Alan expected to be the result of this.

Alan kept spanking Sammie, not sparing himself, peppering her backside with sound whacks, just like he had in the pool locker rooms. "Do I have to think Melissa was right, Sammie?" whack! whack! whack! "that you’re stupid because you can’t read or even write properly?" He raised his eyebrows at Emma to edge her on.

"Sammie, why can’t you realise how special you are, crazy girl! I love you, my dad likes you a bunch, your parents love you to bits!"

But Sammie just shook her head and bawled. "That’s not trueeee! Stop, it hurts!"

"Then make me stop," said Alan, swatting her sit-spot and top of thighs. "Or are you too stupid for that, huh?" he teased, hoping to make her react.

"Don’t make fun of me!" she yelled.

whack! whack! whack! "I’m not!" whack! whack! "And I’m starting to think Melissa was right, for God’s sake!" whack! whack! whack! "Maybe she was punished unfairly for having said something right, that you are stupid!" whack! whack!

"Stop, you’re hurting me inside, you’re mean and you lie!" Sammie yelled at the top of her lungs, big tears flowing down her face, her small body shaking with sobs.

"Am I lying?" whack! whack! whack! "What’s this lie I’m saying, huh?"

"She was wrong, you’re wrong, they are all wrong!"

"Say it, Sammie, just say it baby..." Emma whispered, knelt aside her friend’s face and holding her hands in hers.

whack! whack! whack! "Are we? So you’re not stupid??" whack! whack! whack!

"No, no, NO!! YOU LIE, I’M NOT STUPID!!" She got free from Emmy’s hands and started beating on his leg with her fists, though there wasn’t much force, like she was beating up Melissa. Emma looked stunned and looked at her dad in awe. How the heck had he known this would work?

As soon as he heard the magic words, Alan stopped spanking Sammie, and again took her under her armpits and stood her up. He looked straight in her teary eyes, her face now distorted with anger and pain. "Say that again. Scream it out loud, little girl!" he nodded.

"YOU LIE, YOU SHUT THE HELL UP!" she pushed at him.

Emma crossed her fingers.

He opposed no resistance, and pushed her away, himself. "I’m lying. So you’re not stupid, right?" Alan cast a side look at Emma and saw she was doing okay and taking it well, being the mature young lady she was.

"I’M NOT, I’M NOT STUPID!"

A smile opened on Alan’s face, and he allowed himself to exhale. "I always knew you weren’t. We all knew. Everyone but you... until now."

And while Sammie tried to understand what was going on, Alan silently motioned for Emma to go and hug her friend. Emma almost tackled her in a hug, and the girls cried together, and Emma helped Sammie straighten her clothes and things. Alan sat back on his chair, breathing hard, rubbing his sore hand on his own pants. He had taken a big risk, but he was glad it had worked.

After letting the girls hug each other for a while, he stood and joined them. Sammie’s sobs had died down by now and she was more calm, so she turned to Alan for a hug, hiding her face shyly.

He didn’t force her to look up at him, but rather whispered in your ear. "I’m sorry I hurt you, Sammie... but I can’t stand it when a smart, wonderful girl like you beats down on herself like that... and all because of that snotty Melissa," he shook his head in utter disappointment.

Slowly, at Emma’s nod of encouragement. Sammie crawled onto his lap. "You must love me a lot," she whispered, "‘cuz my butt hurts a lot." It was a feeble joke, but Em still burst into giggles.

Given the situation, Alan found it rather amusing as well, and he kissed her forehead, motioning for Emma to come to his side so he could hug her too. "Of course I love you... you’re my daughter’s best friend, you’re so important to her... and hence you are for me."

"Coolies," she decided, hugging him, the last of her crying fading away. "Crap, you saw my butt again."

She blushed and Emma laughed, helping her up. "Come on elf-girl, let’s get some ice cream and I’ll get ice for your arse." The girls hugged and smiled, running out of the room.

"Hey," Alan said, calling them back. "You’ve seen my hand again, I’m equally embarrassed!" he said, winking and getting a wink back.

Then he just sat as the two girls ran off, and shook his head, smiling. But the smile faded soon, as he took his head in his hands and ran fingers through his hair. It had been the longest day... he had had to spank Emma, help a family straighten out their daughter’s dangerous attitude and give a hand to his own daughter’s best friend. He wondered, again, if he wasn’t taking too many responsibilities upon himself. But then he stood, shook his head no, and walked out of the study.

click here for pictures of Emma and Alan