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
Punishment Garage
By
Zprymantis <zprymantis@smilingwithteeth.com>>
My neighbor's house is the best place in the neighborhood to play. My own yard is neat, trim, and every inch of the back yard is visible from a window. My neighbor's house has overgrown bushes, a falling down arbor, and the window shades remain lowered late into the day.
The best part of my neighbor's yard, is the garage. There is a fenced pen attached to one side of it, with a latching gate. From the closed pen, the only way out is through a hole into the garage My neighbor's think, cutting a hole in the garage is better then building a doghouse. The German Shepherd did not last long, I think he bit someone, or ran away, but his pen remains, and it has become the fiber of our play.
Wayne is the oldest, the ruler, the boss, and the big cheese. His job is to watch his little sisters and their friends, make rules, arbitrate, and keep us outside and out of his mother's hair. It works well. Everyone likes Wayne, and he knows just how to get us to behave. He gives us structure.
When there is a disagreement, Wayne emerges from the dark cool garage and holds court. Sentence passed, time spent in the pen.
I admit it; I want to be punished. I liked how it feels when Wayne declares I have been bad, and takes me by the arm and hustles me inside the pen. It is like a TV show: Hogan Heroes, The Man From U.N.C.L.E. My name is Bond, James Bond. Except, I am a girl. Still, it feels nice to be naughty, locked up, and punished.
One day, while locked up in the pen, I got down on my hands and knees and poked my head into the garage. When my eyes adjusted to the darkness, I could see the big cheese, in his sanctuary, listening to his radio and reading comic books.
"If you look in here again, you get a spanking."
I backed out, and stood up and stared down at the hole. It was hot outside, and cool in there. Something about the word spanking, and the way he said it and smiled, made me get down on my hands and knees one more time, and crawl back into the hole.
Wayne used his Sargent Carter voice, and I was Gomer Pyle. He yelled at me, and told me that now I was going to be punished severely and then placed in the pen for a very long time. He pulled me over his knees and started spanking me on my summer shorts.
As I crawled back out of the garage and into the sunshine of the pen. He swatted my bottom, one more time, and I heard him warn that next time, it would be on the bare.
I stood in the pen, punished, my bottom tingling, staring at the hole. I knew exactly what I wanted to do.
The End
© Copyright Summer, 2002
Reviews
Dyke Grrl <dyke.grrl(at)verizon(dot)net>
This story captures the mood of the experience so nicely. I like that it was told in an adult voice, but from the point of view of the child. It almost seems as though the adult is reliving the memories, and has relived them many times. The spanking is low-key, and flows naturally from the story. I like that while it was the main point, there are enough details to make it really fit into its surroundings. You also do a good job of giving a sense of place and time (well, timelessness, since it feels like "summer vacation" more than any specific period).
Mary Catherine <marycatherine(at)saintfrancis-sfg(dot)net>
Beatiful, vivid descriptions in this story, Z. It had a nice edge between fact and fiction. Looking back, so many of the games we played growing up seemed to have that slight, or not so slight (does anyone remember going through the mill?) edge to them. <g>
John <johnb(at)ssec(dot)wisc(dot)edu>
Oh, yes. This story captures the amibguities and naivete of childhood very well. It's calm, understaated, detailed, and reads more like reminiscence than fantasy. I like.