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
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Deja User <noah_m@my-deja.com>
The boy came over to where i was sitting, outside my tent and sat in the chair beside me before launching into his tirade.
"It is so completely embarrassing., there ought to be a law against it. I am not a baby, not a little kid, I am eleven years old; and that is too old to be treated like this.
Do parents stay up nights inventing the most embarrassing things to do to their kids. I think they do.
Okay so sometimes I do things that I shouldn't do.
It isn't like it's only kids who do naughty things but you don't see grown ups across people's laps getting spanked, heck, apart from my brother and sisters, you wouldn't see any other kids here getting spanked at all, never mind standing in the corner after and with the exception of the completely clueless ones you never see anyone having to walk around for the entire rest of the day dressed the way we are for our spankings. It's a campsite , there's hundreds , thousands maybe , other people, mostly people we don't know at all and of course some we were just getting to know.
Why, why, why does mom insist on us being dressed for spankings.
Trouble is, when I tell people about it, I sometimes can't bring myself to say the absolutely worst bit. So they don't really get the problem.
I say about having to wear the sneakers and the white socks and they go, lots of kids wear those. I tell about the short little t-shirts and they say that lots of kids wear them, many adults too.
You think you can see it in your head, me going around for , sometimes an entire day With the cute little white socks, and the branded sneakers and the t-shirt. People stare at me, lots of other kids LAUGH.
I don't understand why you DON'T GET IT.
Oh god, you know I don't want to actually have to draw attention to what it is that makes them laugh.
Between the bottom of the t-shirt and the top of my socks?
Yes, Look.! I don't want to be stared at but look carefully, because that is the worst part. That's what embarrasses me, makes me feel dumb and retarded, makes me want to hide away from everyone, if I was let.
At least if the t-shirt was a long one, I'd be covered up and people wouldn't really notice. Mom says that's the whole point of a short t-shirt. Mom wants people to see, wants me to be embarrassed."
I told him I saw nothing that wasn't normal for a boy his age.
He got up exasperated and started to walk off. He took about ten steps before turning and grabbing hold of the elastic waistband of his red shorts.
"Shorts," he exclaimed,"We are in a nudist camp and I have to walk around all day wearing SHORTS"
The End
© Copyright Summer, 2001
Reviews
Alex Birch <alexbirch(at)blueyonder(dot)co(dot)uk>
This was an amusing little tale with an understandable tirade from a young boy so dreadfully humiliated. The ending was unexpected and witty. I liked this one, it was original.
Pablo <Pablo(dot)Stubbs(at)newsguy(dot)com>
This was an unexpected surprise, and it made me smile and giggle at the end. The dialogue reads very easily, and creates character extremely well, drawing the reader into a world that seems like it might be heading towards heavier stuff, and then twisting things perfectly. A really nicely judged piece of work.