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
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Hi, Gailgirl122
By
Valerie Meilong <VMeilong1@excite.com>
Hi Gailgirl122. So, you had a Two Spank day, eh? Like to know about mine?
Okay. Here goes.
I was fourteen at the time, and attended a private school for girls on the outskirts of Manchester. (That's Manchester, England, the home of Manchester United.) I'd only been there two terms; we'd moved up from London, because Daddy'd been made CEO of a company in Trafford Park. I looked down on my fellow pupils. WE were from London, and Mummy picked me up after school in the ROLLS. The other mothers had BMWs, Mercs, Jaguars, and such second-rate wagons.
One day Mummy wasn't there to pick me up. I was livid. Obviously too busy gossiping somewhere to notice the time. After fifteen minutes, I stormed off in a huff, deliberately not walking the usual way home. I hoped she'd have difficulty in finding me. That would teach her.
Of course I got lost, didn't I.
Two weary hours later a police car spotted me. I was asked my name. I was driven home.
My God! What a commotion there'd been! My mother had gone to the Headmistress asking where I was. The Head panicked and called the County police. Since we were on the border of the next County, they were also called. Daddy was informed, and he'd asked the taxi-service serving the company to look out for me. Their cars had searched too. My mother even telephoned the two gays in the apartment below us to watch if I got home while everyone was searching.
Mummy demanded a spanking, Daddy was ordered to take action, and I was taken upstairs to their bedroom.
I was not worried. I'd been taken up for a spanking many times before, and had always wheedled myself out of it -Daddy was a pushover. However, this time I'd gone too far, and he actually put me across his lap.
I hardly felt the first slap. Not surprising, really; it wasn't hard. Besides, I was wearing my thick school uniform skirt, a slip, and thick woolly regulation knickers. After four ridiculously mild smacks, he let me up. I went to the door, stuck my nose in the air, and said in my snootiest voice, "If you've quite finished, I'll go to my room."
Not a wise act.
Angrily he leaped off the chair, and yanked me over his lap again. In one continuous movement, he had my skirt up, my knickers down, and had landed a fearful slap on my bare bottom. I yelped. Three more frightful slaps followed. Then he stopped. "Wow!" I thought. "Thank goodness that's over. That smarted."
But it was not over. Mummy was standing in the doorway. He'd stopped, presumably, because he felt guilty having taken my knickers down. "Don't stop," she said coldly. "She deserves a lot more than that."
And that's precisely what I got. A lot more.
It was my first, and only spanking, but I think you'll accept my claim that it was a two-spanking day. Agree?
The End
© Copyright Summer, 2001
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Reviews
Molly B <mollyb(at)newsguy(dot)com>
I suspect I am missing something. There are nice touches. The narrator is, after all, a schoolgirl.
Sarah Nada <circler73(at)hotmail(dot)com>
This very short story recounts a rare "two-spanking day" when the author was a teenager. The tone is almost conversational, and maybe a little nostalgic. I particularly liked the ending.