This short story is an entry in the 2001 Soc.Sexuality.Spanking Summer Short Story Contest and is copyright by the author and commercial use is prohibited without permission. Personal/private copies are permitted only if complete including the copyright notice. The author would appreciate your comments
Category: Child
I haven't been able to write anything in over a month, but I think last night the gates opened again. This is dark, but if I don't get it out of my head I'll never be able to write again.
Damaged Goods
By
She was too young to understand what was done to her, too young to process the pain she felt. He took advantage of her innocence to make her believe she was bad, that nobody would love her, or want her, ever. She was too young to know any different, so she believed.
She was punished for his own faults, his own demons. Her small childish missteps were blown out of proportion, handled with rage and violence. She never understood why, all she knew was that she was bad. She had to be if she got spanked and then ignored, never forgiven, never told she was a good girl again. If that was what getting spanked really was. It wasn't like she saw in the movies or on tv, it was so much worse. She was the perpetual bad girl, even though she wasn't sure what she'd done. Whatever it was, it had to have been very bad to make him hate her the way he did.
She refused to accept authority after a while, any authority. She only followed the rules out of fear, or because she thought it would make him like her, but it didn't. Nothing got better, only worse. She was always wrong, always bad. She couldn't get away from that feeling, even at such a young age. She was only a little girl, she should have been happy, not always sure that everyone knew that she was bad.
She was broken before she even had a chance to know who she was or what she wanted. Her soul damaged so deeply and so early that she had no choice in what she became. So sad, so lonely, thinking that he was right, that she'd be alone always, no friends, no love. Part of her remained five years old, holding on to the only thing she'd ever really learned, ever knew for sure, that she was a bad girl, that there was no hope of anything else. She became what he wanted her to be.
The End
© Copyright Summer, 2001
Reviews
Alex Birch <alexbirch(at)blueyonder(dot)co(dot)uk>
The author always seems to grab you where it hurts and this is a sad tale of a young girl who is cruelly misused to the extent where she has no sense of judgement of what is truly right and wrong. Very emotional stuff, well written and very affecting.
Mary Catherine <marycatherine(at)saintfrancis-sfg(dot)net>
Jen sets a dark and reflective tone with Damaged Goods. I could feel the loneliness and emptiness of the girl in her story, which really enhances the mood. I think this story would've worked even better if it had been written in the first person, even if it is a work of fiction. IMO that would've made it a more powerful piece.