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
Like Michelle, I hate shopping. She, at least, got a set of sheets out of her trip! (Not to mention the spanking.)
School Shopping
By
Dyke Grrl <dyke.grrl@verizon.net>
I had to go "school shopping." Janey had insisted on shopping with me, pointing out that, left to my own devices, I would come home with nothing but navy blue cords (basing this on the fact that I already own four pairs). She vowed to make sure I bought things I actually needed.
She followed me as I irritably looked for pants in the women's department. Nothing. I glared at the clerk, and walked over to the men's department. Janey steered me towards the khakis. I measured some nice blue ones against my shorts. Janey hefted a braided leather belt experimentally
As we walked out, I whispered, "What would you do if I threw a screaming tantrum in the store because none of the good shirts were my size?"
"I would have taken you directly to the fitting room, young lady, turned you over my knee, and spanked your bottom."
We went on with our shopping. "I need sheets. Jersey sheets, like you have. Where did you get them?"
"Penney's."
Janey trailed after me as I zipped to the bedding department. They were all out. "What if I threw a tantrum because they don't have the sheets?"
Janey nodded her head towards a bench. "I'd sit there, and take you over my knee."
We found the sheets at Target. Janey bought a wooden spoon with round holes in it. The clerk was too slow. I got irritable. "What would you do if I started to whine for candy?"
"I'd use this new spoon for the first time, right here in line."
By the end of the afternoon, I had a package of batteries, three pairs of pants, a set of sheets, two shirts, and a raging headache. Janey had the belt, the wooden spoon, a heavy hairbrush, two books, and a handbag. We continued our speculation on what she would do to me with each bit of misbehavior, the one enjoyable spot in an afternoon of shopping.
Janey glared at me as I elbowed through a particularly slow group. She apologized to them and caught up with me. "That's really rude, Michelle."
"They were going too slowly," I said unapologetically. I looked at her appraisingly. "What are you going to do about it?" My tone was as bratty as I could make it.
Janey took my arm, and walked briskly towards the parking garage. I began to wonder if I'd been wise. The car was in a corner, without much light. Janey walked me around to the driver's side, and pushed me forward until I was leaning on the hood of the car. My heart was pounding.
She unzipped my pants, and pulled them down, just below my bottom She pulled the hairbrush out of her handbag, and delivered a dozen resounding smacks. "There will be more of this waiting for you at home, young lady," she said sternly. "Now get into the car."
Perhaps shopping with someone else isn't so bad after all.
The End
© Copyright Summer, 2001
Reviews
John Benson <johnb(at)ssec(dot)wisc(dot)edu>
This is fun. The easy banter and comfortable relationship between these two makes them seem very real rather than made up. It's nice to see these two, one mildly bratting, the other gently threatening, and enjoy the idea of what will surely happen when they get home.
Sarah Nada <circler73(at)hotmail(dot)com>
I'm no expert, but it seems to me you can't go wrong with a Janey and Michelle story. That's especially true if, like this one, it includes lots of goodnatured brattiness and yummy spanking threats. Of course it's very entertaining, and might even give you a yen to shop....