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 I originally wrote and posted this story to SSS in early October, too late for last years SSC, so I am submitting it to this one.
Warning: If stuffies creep you out, this story should be avoided!
The Peanut Gallery
By
Zprymantis <zprymantis@smilingwithteeth.com>
Julie lay there, waiting. Her head rested on the soft pillow of her little girl bed, the stuffed animals staring down at her from the shelves, whispering.
"Julie has been naughty again."
Julie rolled to her side, letting her curls fall down to hide her face from their button eyed stares, her school uniform skirt being warmed by the sun streaming in her little girl window, bare legs curled up, fingers idly stroking the fabric near her hem.
"No doubt about it, her skirt is going to get lifted up and those panties are going to come down."
"He won't stop till she is crying."
"He will use the hairbrush."
"Hard, so hard, she won't be able to stand it."
"Do you think she will be able to stay quiet?"
"She never has before."
"Her bottom belongs to her daddy, you know, no matter where she is, if she is naughty, he takes her over his lap, lifts her skirt and lowers her panties and warms her cheeks."
Julie sighed and moved her left hand beneath the curls, a quiet sucking sound filled the room.
"She is a bad girl."
"Yes, terribly naughty."
"You would think the last time would have taught her. Remember? He stood her in the corner and her bottom was red and blotchy and so were her thighs."
Julie's right hand slid under her skirt and her legs squeezed against it. Her body started shivering and a quiet whimper carried its way across the room. She opened her eyes and peeked between her curls. She could see it, the desk chair turned round facing the center, the hairbrush on the seat. Dust sparkles danced around, drifting down.
"See how scared she is? You would be too if you were about to get taken over your daddy's knee and punished."
"If she fights it, it will only be worse, he will put one leg across hers and pin her hands down. "
Julie's bottom clenches as her fingers find the spot.
"Here he comes."
"Yes, I hear his footsteps on the stairs. She better take her hand out of her panties or who knows what will happen?"
"Such a naughty girl."
"Very bad, yes she needs a spanking."
Julie groans and shudders. She sighs as her fingers slip from beneath her skirt. She rolls to her back and stares at her ceiling and whispers to the peanut gallery ...
"When will I find a daddy like that?"
The End
© Copyright Summer, 2002
Reviews
Abrat4you <abrat4you(at)aol(dot)com>
Good visuals...good use of dialogue...and thoughts...but I just knew she wasn't a little girl.
Haron <haron(at)newsguy(dot)com>
Fantastic little story, very descriptive and shudder-worthy. It is a little mean of the stuffies to tease a girl like that, but hey, they are helping enhance her fantasy life. Great story.
Simon <srb(at)imrryr(dot)demon(dot)co(dot)uk>
A marvellously effective story which can be taken on a number of levels. Although at its most simplistic it is simply a girl fantasising, I found myself reading it as a more gothic tale, with the voices in the girl's head more out of control, possibly even that she isn't sure if the soft toys are speaking or not. It reminded me of the Roman Polanski film Repulsion, where a young girl goes insane in her London apartment. The image of the girl tossing and turning on her bed to the accompaniment of all these different voices was certainly a very vivid one. The way the voices follow on after each other was a very effective device, and what created the notion of them being outside the girl's control.