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 or humor
Second Time Around
By
Valerie Meilong <VMeilong1@excite.com>
Tearfully she got off his lap and pulled up her panties. She rubbed her smarting bottom ruefully. "Dammit, Pop, I'm sixteen. Ain't I too old to get spanked?" He growled like an angry bear. "Don't be sassy. In my book you'll never be to old to be spanked, honey, so watch your tongue." "But I was only looking through that old photo album." His heart leaped. God! I hope I caught her in time. If she'd seen the photos that were in that album, those daring ones he had taken in the early days of his marriage, wow! His eyed misted over as he thought of those sizzling sessions. Ooh! Happy days. That was when they were really into it, anxious to try everything, do everything. Perhaps he shouldn't have kept those Polaroids. But they still liked looking at them together every now and then, and giggling with delighted shame. Hell! There were even photos of her with her… How she ever managed those positions he didn't know. Then his anger returned. "That's a private album. You shouldn't be in our bedroom poking your nose into things like that." "But it was only your wedding photos. Why can't I look at those?" He jumped. Wedding photos? He stared at the album. "Oh my God! So it was. It looked very similar to the other one, and when he'd caught her snooping in the bedside-unit drawer he just assumed it was …well, that one, the one they had been looking at together last night. "Ah!" he said, red in the face, not knowing what to say. "It only showed you arriving at the church, the wedding ceremony, the recessional, the reception, and so on," she said sullenly. Then she looked at him slyly, and a wicked twisted grin came on her face. "I suppose that was when mommy first came to work for us." In a fury he grabbed her and yanked her over his lap again. "Dammit!" he yelled. "I told you not to be so sassy." Down came her panties for the second time that day.
The End
© Copyright Summer, 2001
Reviews
Naomi Darvell <naomi_darvell(at)hotmail(dot)com>
I'd say defintitely humor. <g> This is a wonderfully demented situation; I love the description of the father's demented thought processes. The kid's final bit of gratuitous brattiness adds a nice twist.
Tami <tamishy(at)webtv(dot)net>
Sass, the most common culprit often finding ones self over bended knee. Unfortunately I must confess I am a bit lost toward the end of the story, In other words 'I just don't get it'. With that in mind I get to use my imagination to tie loose strings.
grins And sometimes that makes all the difference.