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
Okay, this was inspired by a real-life event. Went to the grocery store tonight, and, as usual, the ice cream on special was all vanilla. You'd think, in a large supermarket, they could offer something more than vanilla (chocolate, for instance, or strawberry, or, gasp!, rocky road. But noooooo.) So I figured Michelle and Janey would have something to say about THAT, and of course they did.
Got Topping?
By
Dyke Grrl <dyke.grrl@verizon.net>
I observed my flavor options for the ice cream that was on special this week, and pouted. "Vanilla. Nothing but vanilla. What is UP with this city?"
Janey ignored me.
"Not EVERYONE prefers VANILLA," I grumped. Janey continued to ignore me, but I was getting a few glances from other shoppers.
"I mean, really," I continued, trying to provoke Janey, "SOME people are a little more ADVENTUROUS, and would like MORE than VANILLA." I was either feeling feisty or premenstrual. Sometimes, it's hard to tell the difference.
"Okay, fine." Janey reached into the freezer, and plunked a carton of vanilla into the cart. She started walking away. Since my bag was in the cart, I figured I'd better follow along.
"I said, I don't WANT just VANILLA."
"No problem," she said, and kept walking.
She turned the cart into one of the aisles. "I can provide you with some TOPPING." She put a jar of fudge sauce into the cart, and walked briskly on.
Waiting in line, she said, "I'll be right back." She returned with a wooden spoon.
"What's that for?" I asked suspiciously.
"We need a special one, for the topping," she explained snidely. "It doesn't stop being vanilla unless the topping gets BEATEN in."
A woman my grandmother's age was behind us in line. "I don't think you should beat it that hard, sweetie," she suggested, "It might get all drippy."
Janey and I looked at each other, and tried not to snicker.
We got to Janey's house, and as soon as we'd put the ice cream in the freezer, she had me bare-assed and leaning over one of her kitchen stools so she could test out the spoon.
And then, to make up for the bottom-smacking, she gave me ice cream with hot fudge sauce. But she let me use my own spoon to mix it in.
The End
© Copyright Summer, 2001
Reviews
Sarah Nada <circler73(at)hotmail(dot)com>
This story makes grocery shopping seem like fun, which is no mean feat... I especially like the reactions of the other shoppers, and the idea that topping can make all the difference. <g> Short, sweet, and very charming.
Mija <mijita(at)newsguy(dot)com>
This is a sweet and sexy tale full of puns that someone should be spanked for. There's a wonderful easy comfort about these two characters together. My favorite quote was from the grandmotherly woman: «;"I don't think you should beat it that hard, sweetie," she suggested, "It might get all drippy."»