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: Edge
WARNING This story is in the Edge category for a reason. Read the subject line and decide for yourself whether you want to read it, but have in mind that the author did her best for it to be a very disturbing story. (It's been posted before, but not to SSC.)
Jealousy Burns
By
Please, papa, I'll be good. You won't have to whip me to see how good I can be.
I have studied all week; I've been putting my books away. I have made you pasta with spicy sauce for dinner. I'll be a good girl. Don't go, please.
You don't need to bring her home, really. She is pretty, and she can cook better than me, but I can learn to do it, too. You don't need her.
I'll be good, papa, promise. I don't talk back at school. Mrs. Collins is happy with me. You won't have to spank me 'cause you must, only 'cause you like to.
And you can, you know. I kinda like it too, even that hairbrush is not that bad, even though it's bad, 'specially over the cane weals. Can she play a schoolgirl as well as I can? Bend over all the way, kick and cry, and plead? And even if she can? I promise, whatever she can do, I'll learn to do better.
I'll be a good girl. I will wear your favourite short skirts and no panties at home, just like that time you said I was wonderful. You know I have been a good girl for weeks now, did you notice how I don't crawl away to the far side of the bed any more? Please, papa, now that I learned to sleep bare naked, why do you need her?
Don't bring her home. She will hate me. She won't let me cuddle with you any more, and she won't let you put your hand under my skirt and squeeze. And she won't let you strap my bottom till I cry. Or put your finger in me afterwards. She will want it all to herself. But isn't it more fun to do it to me? Am I not good in it now, papa, please say I'm good!.. I'll be better than her, just tell me, what must I learn?
And if you never want me any more... what will I do? Who'll spank me, who'll touch me, who'll crush me under them in bed? Who will want me ever again?
I'll be a good girl. I'll bring home straight A's. Papa, please.
The End
© Copyright by Haron Summer, 2002
Reviews
Mary Catherine <marycatherine(at)saintfrancis-sfg(dot)net>
I remember this as being a very squirmy story when I first read it, and now, if anything, on a second read is more so, not less. Very stark, graphic, and visual. A real departure for Haron, but finely written as always.
RCG <rcg1574(at)yahoo(dot)com>
A chilling monologue
Dyke Grrl <dyke.grrl(at)verizon(dot)net>
This is definitely an edgy story, but well-told as I expect Haron's stories to be. You perfectly captured the mood and the personality of the girl. It's a very sad story, and rather creepy. The use of the pleading voice makes it all the more resonant.
Pablo Stubbs <Pablo.Stubbs(at)newsguy(dot)com>
What makes this well-written story something special is the wide-eyed honesty in every word. The point of it isn't the incest. The point, as the title makes clear, is to present jealousy in all its burning and unbearable pain - that it makes us think and want and do things which we can't, and couldn't, justify or explain. It's need in its barest, most irrational, most human form, and one of the edgiest things any of us will experience. Compelling, and unflinching.