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
Sleuth
By
Willow Switch <willowswitch@hotmail.com>
The key turned easily in the lock. A faint click signaled success and Kelly smiled. She loved going undercover and prided herself on stealth. Few people were born for this and Kelly knew that she was a natural. Not so foolish as to depend solely on instinct, she had spent hours honing her skills. Prowess was sculpted to perfection, talent was shaped into genius, and she savored this moment of triumph.
Kelly eased the driver door open, climbed in and shut the door so quickly that the dome light barely blinked. She opened the glove compartment and inspected its contents with a tiny flashlight. A driver's license was the first item caught in the narrow beam. She knew the face, she knew the man. Kelly had spent years following him, studying him, but he remained an enigma. He was angel and ogre, his character a paradox.
There was nothing to learn from the documents, nothing she didn't already know. Kelly tinkered with the gear shift while considering his duality and realized with sudden horror that the car was in motion, going backward.
There was a crunch and then scraping as a shiny Schwinn was reduced to twisted metal, but the car kept going. A bombastic crash reverberated in the night as Mustang met Beemer, the sound of glass breaking, then the car halted.
Kelly saw him fly out his front door in pajamas and bare feet. He was headed right for her and there was no chance of escape. She moved quickly and locked the door just as he reached it. He didn't try the handle. He just stood and glared down at her. He didn't yell, he didn't speak at all. Kelly had seen him miffed, frustrated, even very angry, but she had never seen him enraged.
He spun around and headed back toward the house. Kelly thought he might fetch a crow bar and wrench the door open. He could get a sturdy knife or saw and cut through the Mustang's convertible top. Maybe he would return with a baseball bat and smash through the windshield.
He returned with no tools, no bat, no knife. He walked calmly to the driver's door and jangled the spare keys.
Kelly closed her eyes to block out the horror but the inevitable consequence flashed through her mind. She would be dragged from the car. He would start spanking her before her feet hit the pavement. Once she was securely restrained, he would yank down her pants and panties and then would proceed to beat Kelly's bare bottom in the middle of Pleasant Lane. His hard hand would scorch her naked skin. Then he would set her walking and spank her all the way up the front walk. When the front door closed behind them, the real punishment would begin.
She opened her eyes again to find him glowering down at her. "I'm sorry, Daddy," she whimpered.
The key turned easily in the lock.
The End
© Copyright Summer, 2001
Reviews
LAR <lds627(at)home(dot)com>
I loved the tension and the sheer sense of naughtiness that one could feel throughout.
Simon <srb(at)imrryr(dot)demon(dot)co(dot)uk>
A very nicely constructed story indeed. The way in which the story turns and evolves is very effective. The character of the girl was engaging and believable, her thoughts very convincing. A nice use of the end line as well.