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: Child (for Mija, whose original idea it was)
Hush
By
Tasha <halfhisage@earthlink.net>
Allan's fingers touched his frowning lips and he flipped his hand downward.
Touched the thumb of his right hand to his temple, drawing it down his cheek to his chin.
Tina crossed her index fingers, then brought them apart, quickly using her right thumb to tap the center of her forehead twice.
Her father repeated his signs. Bad girl.
She cast her eyes down, her right palm rubbing remorseful circles on her chest.
Yes, you will be, he signed. Now.
Tina shifted her feet before doing as she was told. Lying across her father 's lap, she stared at the long, lazy texture of the hardwood floor. She couldn't hear the smacks, of course, but the room was an echo chamber of vibrations, even over her cotton panties.
Whenever Allan scolded her over his knee, he would intermittently take a handful of her hair in his hand and give it a firm little tug. Not enough to hurt, just enough to express his anger without frightening her. He would balance it out a few strokes later with a tender caress.
After a particularly hard volley of smacks he touched her face with tenderness and she relaxed as much as was possible.
When he let her up, she threw her arms around his waist, her tears soaking his shirt. But he only allowed her a few moments' comfort before pushing her gently away.
She resisted, turning her head to the side. But he took her by the chin and made her face him.
I love you, he mouthed. But you know I have to do this.
Tina cupped her right hand over her left, bringing it to her chest with a double circular movement.
Allan shook his head sadly and made the gesture he knew she was dreading. Both hands formed the ASL letter H at each side of his waist, then overlapped in the middle.
More tears and she made the please sign over and over.
It tore him up inside, but he knew he had to resist her plaintive appeals. Tina managed to express more heart-wrenching sorrow without words than any word-savvy Oscar-winning actress.
He allowed his eyes, unblinking, to express his own sorrow to her until she obeyed, kneeling on the chair and baring her bottom for him.
Allan took off his belt and did what he had to do, trying his best to tune out her meek little cries. He couldn't even give her the six strokes he had promised her. But he didn't need to. Tina was genuinely contrite; she never abused his trust with exaggeration.
At last he gathered her in his arms. She threw her arms around his neck and wept freely, banishing any lingering guilt with the knowledge that she was forgiven.
She pushed away just enough to sign, Thank you, Daddy. Allan squeezed her tightly and murmured soundless endearments into the warm hollow of her throat.
The End
© Copyright Summer, 2002
Reviews
Needy Wench <needywench(at)hotmail(dot)com>
This is wonderful - it gives me goosebumps to read it the first time, and brings tears to my eyes the second. You've turned the physical connection of a spanking into something else much deeper and more meaningful. Just excellent.
Jodi <ladiejj(at)webtv(dot)net>
This is a fresh story, that deals with some interesting issues. We get to see a perspective of spanking that we might not normally see or read about. The visuals in this story enhance the flow. There are many great details and descriptions like «express more heat-wrenching sorrow without words.» This story was very well written....
Frank <sswitcher(at)yahoo(dot)com>
The familiar elements of a father/daughter spanking story are here used to help provide a fascinating glimpse into a world that is in other respects quite outside most readers' experience. The spanking itself, stern and tender at the same time, was touching, quite erotic even. A few details are not quite clear. (What exactly does the crossed index-fingers followed by tapping forehead gesture mean? Why does a letter H mean kneel over the chair?) But I find this occasional lack of explicit clarity quite appropriate. It emphasizes the gulf between the world of the hearing, and the one depicted here.