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
This is a fragment of a longer story I've been working on -- but I think it stands on its own.
Trip to the Barn
By
"You've earned yourself a trip to the barn, Miss."
Emily felt the blood drain from her face, felt her hands tremble. She'd heard her father and uncle joke about "trips to the barn" with her granddad. He'd stropped them until they couldn't sit -- or so they'd said. Emily had rarely even been spanked -- a few bottom smackings when she was six or so. He'd never really even threatened anymore. Surely her father didn't mean to thrash her.
Not like that.
Fear of punishment helped her find her tongue and she babbled explainations -- about Leticia and how the cheating was really all her fault, about how she'd panicked and lied and was sorry, so very sorry.
"Please, please no, Daddy."
John Marshall was a simple man, however, and he had already decided.
"Come with me Emily Anne. No fussing now. It says here you took your thrashing at school bravely. I expect nothing less at home."
At that, Emily did start "fussing" just as she had when she was much younger, whining, begging that he not spank her, not take her to the barn, swearing that it was a mistake and she'd never do the like again. Her hands gripped the side of her chair, holding her tightly in place.
John tried to be patient, but his annoyance visibly increased.
"Miss, if you know what's good for you you'll get yourself out to that barn this second." Don't make me tell you again!"
Much to her father's surprise, Emily's reponse was to drum her feet against the floor like an infant in a pet and shout "No, I *won't* go and you can't make me!"
John's temper snapped. Emily's father pulled her bodily out of her chair and firmly over his knee in one swift motion. Not bothering with further talk he landed ten smart whacks to the seat of his daughter's jeans and then ten more. Her kicking stilled and he set her on her feet in front of him, shaking his finger at her.
She stood frozen, too startled even to rub, looking up at him with a stunned expression. Fear and something else seemed to war in her eyes.
"We'll have no more of that! It's about time you did as you were told. Now out to the barn with you."
With that John Marshall took his dark-haired daughter by the wrist and lead her from their house to the large whitewashed barn some fifty yards away.
The End
© Copyright Summer, 2001
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Reviews
RCG <rcg1574(at)yahoo(dot)com>
For a short piece, this set the atmosphere perfectly, and when it ended my mind could not help but race ahead to what must follow. The language and plot may be simple, but the storytelling is exceptional.
Jodi <ladiejj(at)webtv(dot)net>
I think that this story flows well. The dialogue drives this story and helps to establish the characters and their relationship for the reader. The author does a good job of using description and details that Emily is indeed a young girl. The story has a great sense of conflict. I did feel that this story could stand on it's own, although I would also have liked to have seen what happened in the barn.