This short story is an entry in the 2002 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: Adult (this story has been posted before, but not to SSC)
A Note on the Fridge Door
By
Talk to me?
Tell me I'm a good girl. Not necessarily your good girl - just an abstract one. Ownerless good girl. Good girl in abeyance - that would work. Just tell me I am one.
Or you know what, you don't have to say I'm good. Naughty girl will do.
Say: "You are out of uniform."
Say: "Look at you, is it a skirt or a wide belt?"
Say: "You watch it, young lady!"
Yes, 'young lady' it good.
Say: "I want these panties off right now."
Repeat: "Off!"
Say: "Over my knee, girl, and give me your hand."
Lock my leg between yours.
Hum softly as you touch: "You won't enjoy it as much in a minute. Naughty, naughty girl."
Talk to me, there will be other days for figures and reports.
You could complain about your work.
Say: "My kingdom for a good night's sleep."
Say: "Why do some people have to be so annoying?"
Or you could quote the paper you are reading. Propose me the "funnies" section, read a joke out loud.
The ticking of the clock is just too loud, please, talk to me.
Look at me sadly and seriously, take my hand.
Say: "Is there anything you'd like to tell me?"
Say: "Don't turn away."
Say: "Yes, what?"
Say: "What did I say would happen if you did it again?"
Tell me I'm in trouble. Stroke my hand as you listen me plead.
Talk to me, the silence is too much.
?You could even tell me I'm a bad girl. No, really, you could if you wanted.
Tell me you are angry. Say you've never expected anything this foolish from me.
Let me cry on your shoulder after the thrashing, let your free hand squeeze my scorched flesh.
Say we can make it right.
Say there is nothing but light in our tomorrow.
Don't ask me what's wrong. Don't ask if I'm unhappy. Just talk to me.
The End
© Copyright by Haron, 2001. It's mine, and don't you dare take it without permission, or I will come to haunt you. It's not public domain, it's mine, okay?
Reviews
Tami <tamishy(at)webtv(dot)net>
(The ticking of the clock is just too loud, please, talk to me. Talk to me, the silence is too much.)
Sometimes silence is harder to handle than any other form of punishment. Haron captures the inner struggle between pain and suffering. They are not always the same thing. A well written story that hits close to home with the reader.
Nice job
Owen Williamson <ashthorn(at)maildulf(dot)com>
A very moving piece. A simple monologue, but with so much hurt, and heart in it. I found myself with a lump in my throat by the time I'd got to the end of the story.
Sarah Nada <circler73(at)hotmail(dot)com>
This story is wistful and charming, with a lovable main character. The last few lines are unforgettable. My only (very trivial) complaint is that special characters show up in place of some of the punctuation, but I like "A Note on the Fridge Door" so much that I stopped noticing that after the first line.
MollyB <mollyb(at)newsguy(dot)com>
This story is just lovely in the way it captures and expresses such longing. I like the way it imagines various possibilities, all of them better than the current situation of being ignored. A powerful little story. And what a note to find or leave on the refrigerator.