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: First/Last
Anticipation
By
Don A. Landhill <DLandhill@aol.com>
It was the best of times. It was the worst of times. It was the time of waiting, when she finally realized what she was in for. On the one hand, she was so glad that he really cared about her, and was, once again, showing this in the clearest possible way. On the other hand, she was in for some real "tough love", and she knew that it was going to hurt!
Of course, she knew the rules, and she wouldn't be in this position if she hadn't been sassy to him, and even (she had to admit it to herself, if never to him) more than a little bratty. She knew the rules, but somehow, when the urge came over her, the consequences just weren't real to her. Not until the fatal words were out of her mouth, and it was far too late to recall them; not until he had passed sentence, and ordered her to await her doom. Then she regretted, and tried to apologize, only to be told to keep quite and think about her actions. Then she was berating herself for landing herself in trouble, now that there was no way out.
And this time she was in big trouble, too. He had had enough of sassiness, and disrespect, and disobedience, and direct defiance, he said. He was going to see if a good dose of the strap would change her behavior for a while, since scoldings and simple spankings didn't seem to do the trick. But it would be quite a long time before he was ready for her, and in the meantime, she was to spend her time thinking about what she had done and why she was to be punished. So here she was, skirt pinned up to her shoulders, in the living room corner, waiting for the strap.
She felt so alone, waiting there in the corner. In many ways it was worse than the actual spanking. It gave her time to brood on things, to wonder why she got herself into this situation. She mustn't speak, she mustn't turn, she mustn't move. People might see her, but she couldn't see them. (Sometimes she thought the whole household traipsed through the room whenever she was doing corner time.) Yet even alone in the corner, she knew that she was surrounded by his love.
It was drafty, too. She shivered. Partly that was with anticipation of her punishment, but partly it was just the darn cold. She wasn't really used to the cold. Often when she stood here there was a bright, warm shaft of sunlight across her bottom, reminding her of how hot it would soon be. But today was a gloomy day, a dank, wet day. It was gloomy inside herself, and it was gloomy outside, in what was usually such a warm town. In fact, she heard drops of water hitting the windows, hard. It was raining in Los Angeles.
The End
© Copyright 2002 by Don A. Landhill . Do not reproduce this story without permission from the author. Permission is granted to archive and reproduce this story in connection with the 2002 aoc.sexuality.spanking short story contest.
Reviews
Kate <ecattiva(at)aol(dot)com>
This is a nice snapshot of the sort of stream-of-consciousness thought process that goes on in one's mind during pre-spanking corner time. This line in particular, «She knew the rules, but somehow, when the urge came over her, the consequences just weren't real to her. Not until the fatal words were out of her mouth, and it was far too late to recall them; not until he had passed sentence, and ordered her to await her doom.»wonderfully describes the sense of helplessness us bottoms sometimes feel with regard to our own actions and behavior. This story might have fit better into the adult (or child for that matter) category, as the use of the first/last lines seems a bit forced. But overall, a good read!
John <johnb(at)ssec(dot)wisc(dot)edu>
The anticipation here is quite nice. The memory of the 'oops' moment, the knowlege of inevitability, the tension of waiting, it's all here as it should be, well told enough to avoid triteness.
The first and last lines are here, too, but that part seems more contrived. The tool marks still show from where the text was chiseled to make them fit.
Pablo Stubbs <Pablo.Stubbs(at)newsguy(dot)com>
Using both first and last lines is a challenge, and it comes across here as having distorted the story a little, the lines mattering too much. The situation is a classic one - maybe a little too classic? - which means it needs a bit more of an original twist. As it is, it's slightly generic. A more vivid and quirky first-person narrator might have fixed that. Solidly written, though.
Sarah Nada <circler73(at)hotmail(dot)com>
Anticipation has atmosphere to spare, and the author does a great job showing the main character's state of mind as she waits for her punishment to begin. The first and last lines are well chosen and fit into the story very nicely.