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
My Essence
By
Zprymantis <zpry@bellatlantic.net>
I first met Zoey when she was four. She sat on the edge of her bed in her room staring into the mirror at me. Her face was puffy, her eyes red from crying. Her untamed hair, the dark ringlets, were clownishly large around her tiny face.
Her face was still hot from her mother's slap applied for being "sassy." Good girls must always watch what they say. Zoey grabbed at her own lips and pulled at them angrily. She then stopped and stared into my eyes.
"Zoey" I said, "never forget how this feels. Always remember what it feels like to be four." She reached up and touched hands with me against the glass and smiled. Her smile had an insincere quality, but her eyes glimmered with hope.
She came to visit me often. I became her mother, her twin, her essence. She lived her fantasies in front of my window, spanked her dolls, spanked herself, stood in mock shame naked in front of me. Danced seductively, stripped whorishly and masturbated frequently, always ending with her smile.
"Remember what it feels like to be twelve Zoey, never forget."
The room behind her changed often but her eyes never changed. We held our children up to meet. She paused in her busy life to smile at me.
She came to me at thirty-seven. Her hair, dark ringlets, framed a face swollen with tears. Zoey had ventured into a new world. She was childlike and innocent as she played online. She had met a man who was now her online Master. He spoke of things she'd only fantasized about doing.
She'd knelt for him, spanked herself for him, danced whorishly for him, put ice up her ass for him and came for him.
"I want this, it is real" she said to me.
"You can make it real" I said "You've got to talk to your husband, be seductive, be sassy!"
Zoey smiled at me and nodded.
Zoey is thirty-nine now. She stands in front of my window to her world admiring her freshly spanked bottom. Her black leather collar helps to frame her face. Her dark clownish hair is as unruly as it was at four. She carries her body as proudly as she did at twelve. Her eyes are as always, bright with hope.
"I'll soon be FOUR-TEE" she says sassily and smiles her insincere smile.
The End
© Copyright Summer, 2001
Reviews
Needy Wench <needywench(at)hotmail(dot)com>
I love this! Going through the phases of her life, watching herself in the mirror... I'm almost sure we're talking about a mirror, almost sure her husband is the one who gives her what she needs. Almost, but not quite - just like Zoey's smile.
Jodi <ladiejj(at)webtv(dot)net>
This story is a coming to terms story. A natural progression. The author uses a lot of descriptions to let the reader delve further into this character. The details like her eyes were "bright with hope," are very well crafted. I feel that the author relayed a scary thing for many, for them to look in the mirror and see their true selves. A story that will make you think.