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
Mija recently wrote: "Fictional child spanking stories and real life childhood memories are welcome on SSS." The following contains a little of both.
I Have No Choice
By
Angie B. <angieheart@hotmail.com>
The lecture coming from my stepsister's room was familiar. "You're a BAD girl, and as your mother I have no choice but to punish you. Bend over!"
However, the voice did not belong to a woman, but a girl. Janie was my stepmother's daughter from a previous marriage. We were seven years apart; my father said that we got along "like a snake and a mongoose." I used to tell Janie that she was the snake just to make her cry.
Janie was spanking her favorite doll again. She had no choice -- the doll, Sally, had been naughty. Hence, poor Sally was bottoms-up over Janie's lap having her cloth bottom warmed with an open palm. "Be thankful that you're not older, Sally, or you'd get the hairbrush!" Sally was understandably silent.
I was cruel to Janie because I could not attack the true snake. At fifteen I understood exactly what my stepmother was up to; she had swooped in during my widowed father's grief to land a spot on a rich man's arm.
Stepmother put a stop to my open hostility. My face burns remembering the time when, after mouthing off about her spending habits, she grasped me by the ear, led me to the bedroom and gave me a sound thrashing with her hairbrush. My father later dismissed my humiliated complaint. "Claire, you'll just have to get used to the fact that she's the boss when I'm not here. She's practically your mother now -- she had every right."
So I toed the line, resenting her all the more for her power over me. I compensated by picking on Janie, using whatever tactics I could devise to upset her without getting myself into trouble.
The only time I felt sympathy toward Janie was when I was listening to her mother lecture and then spank the poor child. But even then I was more angry at Stepmother for her comments about *me* than about Janie. "You're lucky you're not Claire's age or you'd get the hairbrush," and, "I just hope you're not this naughty when you're older -- one bad teenager is enough!"
I stood outside of Janie's room listening to her spank Sally, lost in thought. "Stupid girl," I mumbled to myself, "like her mother." Then I felt a hand clamp down on my shoulder.
Spinning me around, Stepmother cried, "What did you say?" I trembled before her, but refused to answer. She shrugged as if it didn't matter what I'd said -- she was the boss. "Come on, young lady," she said, taking my wrist. "As your stepmother I have no choice but to spank you for your atrocious behavior."
Later, as I kicked and groaned over Stepmother's lap, as the hairbrush whistled through the air before landing painfully on my bare red cheeks, I heard her say: "I hope you won't make me repeat this lesson."
"Make" her. As if she had no choice, no say in the matter. That was a laugh that Sally and I could share.
The End
© Copyright Summer, 2001
Reviews
Julie Moon <Msmusic4(at)won(dot)com>
This story had a bit of an edge to it. An unpleasant memory of being neglected and abused by a wicked step-parent. It seemed very realistic in the childs imitation of the abuse. A sad childhood story and a real sense of a spanking that is not fun.
Sarah Nada <circler73(at)hotmail(dot)com>
Powerful and surprisingly complex, this story works for me in a big way. One of the things that makes it so effective is the tone... Although the narrator comes across as an older, perhaps wiser version of her teenage self, the thoughts and feelings of the young girl shine through beautifully. Well done, Angie B.