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: Adult
Faded Jeans
By
Rose Blush <cat2yourmouse@MailAndNews.com>
This time his offense had nothing to do with stealing, fighting, or slacking off. Such mundane transgressions could never bring my blood to such a roiling boil.
This time Danny had been tried and found guilty of looking entirely too delectable in a pair of faded jeans. And for his crime, oh, how I was going to make him pay.
As we discussed his wickedness, I adopted the tone of a prosecuting attorney at a sentencing: citing evidence, appealing to the emotions of the judge (me) and jury (me) by encouraging the wronged party (me) to make a victim impact statement.
First, the hard evidence. "Just look at these nipples!" I cried accusingly, placing his hand over my breast. "Look how pointy they are, and it's all because of you, you naughty boy. Such thoughtless disregard for others! This calls for a stiff sentence indeed." My cocky defendant showed no signs of remorse. Even now he was smirking, shamelessly enjoying his victim's discomfort. The judge and jury were equally appalled.
Next, the eyewitness (me). "I saw you shooting hoops in the driveway, wearing those jeans, you brazen little brat! Don't try to deny it. I shudder to think how many innocent people drove by and saw the same thing I saw!" And oh, what I saw. A pair of straight- legged jeans, a little on the loose-fitting side, slung low on narrow hips. One knee threadbare, the other torn and revealing a glimpse of skin. Defiantly, he'd somehow arranged for the color to fade most in precisely those places he was sexiest: the hard muscles of his thighs, which strained against the fabric as if inviting passersby to grope them and feel their graceful heft; the gentle bulge at his groin, where little was shown but much was suggested; the undersides of his perfectly pinchable buns, where tight white briefs were visible through a small frayed hole. Just thinking about it made me ache all over again, reliving the trauma.
Danny shrugged. "I don't see what the big deal is. It's just a pair of jeans."
Just a pair of jeans, ladies and gentlemen. There you have it, straight from the defendant's own mouth. Flouting authority even as his fate rests in our hands. Such blatant contempt for propriety!
"Don't play innocent with me. You were deliberately flaunting your body!" I demanded justice. Swift and harsh justice. "Give me your belt." My blue-eyed miscreant opened his mouth to protest, but I shushed him. "Don't argue! Now get over the table. I'm going to fade those jeans some more." This was one young man who was in for the hiding of his life. I wouldn't be surprised if I wore clean through the seat of those evil pants. Those wicked, wicked pants. Those naughty buns, teasing me, calling to me. Making my hand itch. Making me yearn to watch him wiggle, hear him howl. The impudent pup, how dare he!
Ohhh, he was going to pay for this, all right.
The End
© Copyright Summer, 2001
Reviews
Mary Catherine <marycatherine(at)saintfrancis-sfg(dot)net>
Rose Blush provides an interesting twist on a conventional theme in Faded Jeans. I particularly enjoyed her simultaneous portrayal of attorney, judge and jury, as she laid out her evidence. There was nice use of detail throughout the story, which made for a very visual story.
Haron <aster(at)mail(dot)i(dot)com(dot)ua>
This story is an adorable description of what experts call "spankability", and the effects it has on a loving spanker. The contrast between strict words used to describe the offence, and love and desire shining through reproaches creates a lovely and unique air in the story.