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.
Category: Adult
The World at Eleven Microns
By
Pablo <Pablo.Stubbs@newsguy.com>
The beam on Kate's face as she bounced into the lab holding up the flyer for me to see showed vivid magenta in the false colour of the thermal camera I was calibrating. Her grin was off the scale.
'Back To School Party!' it said. She pushed gently against me as I read it. Watched me. We laughed together at the irony, the accelerated sense of nostalgia - twentysomethings marking their departure from university with a recreation of only a few years before.
Though not a recreation for Kate. A creation. And a desire.
'Shall we go shopping, angel?' I asked, and she didn't need to answer. Her head nodded against my chest. I'd promised her soon. Now was soon enough.
In the shop, she pulled me from shelf to shelf, knowing exactly what she was looking for, but wanting mostly to show me, to hear me say yes, see me smile. As if she wouldn't ever get exactly what she wanted.
And so I took my girl home and dressed her to go Back To School. Forward To School, maybe. Back wouldn't have taken this inner-city kid anywhere near here. She stood quiet and straight, chin dutifully raised, as I fastened her collar, tied her tie, checked the pigtail ribbons, smoothed the kilt-pleats. She looked exactly as proud as I felt.
o0o
It wasn't the most convincing tweedy professorial type who guided his charge to the party, but Kate seemed pleased with the transformation. We were both a little quiet, though. One of those moments when time ratchets forward, and we both knew it.
Even in the middle of gymslip heaven, I only had eyes for my girl, only room in my brain for her.
When she took me by the hand, smiled, said, 'Come on, Science Boy', and led me away from the noise up to the quiet of the lab, I was floating.
I spanked my girl. I put her across my knee and I spanked her until my hand ached, and her bottom glowed. The sound of the party drifted in the background, only making us feel more special, more apart. Our secret. Not theirs. Ours.
And I couldn't resist. Science Boy put Kate into the corner, pinned up her kilt, then carefully took out the thermal camera, calibrated for rosy cheeks, and captured forever the gorgeous magenta of her smacked bottom.
If the printer hadn't been so damn noisy, she'd never have realised. Never have squealed in giggly indignation, never have snatched the camera and sprinted away.
I'd never have given chase, down and down the stairs back to the party. Never have seen her look back at me through the camera, turn towards the revellers, stop, stunned.
Never have taken the camera and looked.
The gorgeous magenta of smacked bottoms. Everywhere.
o0o
We leave tomorrow, Kate and I, for the rest of our lives, carrying the world at eleven microns. And did we tell anyone else about what we saw?
Wouldn't you like to know.
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Reviews
Pam <PamiMac(at)aol(dot)com>
« I spanked my girl. I put her across my knee and I spanked her until my hand ached, and her bottom glowed. The sound of the party drifted in the background, only making us feel more special, more apart. Our secret. Not theirs. Ours.»
I loved this story especially the above. My girl. Yes that's what rings so true. And I read this right after I read Pab's explanation of what he was going to do with Mija when he got to the States and they began their real lives together. This was icing on the cake. AND so well written as usual. I loved this. Hot with secrets and a subtle "nyah nyah" to it at the end. Teasing and loving. Good one Pab.
Kent Stoneking <kentls001(at)worldnet(dot)att(dot)net>
I have to admit, the science part of this story completely went over my head ... but there was no mistaking the spanking part! I understand from another technology wonk that it's actually 10.7 microns, not 11, so I had to adjust my score accordingly.