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
Bedtime Stories
By
"It was the best of times. It was the worst of times," he read dramatically.
"What the fuck is that supposed to mean? Did you write that crap?" she said rudely.
"No," he replied with a small sigh. "Charles Dickens wrote it. It's..."
"Well it's stupid. Read something else," she demanded. She flipped over in the bed, sulking.
"What would you prefer?" he asked.
"I don't careeeee, anythingggg," she whined.
"Very well how about Alice in Wonderland?"
"Hate it!"
"You liked it last night!"
"Well, I don't like it anymore."
Sigh. He searched the bookshelves for something that might be a little more appealing. "Moby Dick?"
"YUCK!
"Ivanhoe? Or perhaps..."
"NO NO NO!!! "
"Well then there's always Oliver Twist It's a classic.
"It sucks! I want something exciting. I want..."
He cut her off quickly. " I have it! I know exactly the story you want!" he said with a bright smile.
"You do?" Nervously looking towards him.
"Certainly! Hold on a second," he assured her.
She smirked at his retreating back. Confident that she had won, she giggled. Moments later he returned to the room. Instead of a book, he was holding an old fashioned hairbrush.
"Hey! You said you knew what story I wanted!" she accused.
"I do, wait and see." He sat on the bed. In moments he'd wrestled her out from under the blankets and tipped her across his lap. Her nightgown slid up to expose girlish panties. "Once upon a time," he began the story as well as the spanking. Smacking the wooden brush down on her panties with each word.
"There was a naughty little girl who was being deliberately bratty," he said in a singsong voice.
"Ow ow! Why was she...OW...being bratty!" she asked in between pain filled yelps.
"Well I think it was because she wanted a spanking," he replied, continuing the staccato beat on her backside. "Anyway, she was being naughty and like all naughty girls she went just a littttle bit too far!"
"She did? Ouchhh not so hardddd," she whined.
"Well, she went so far as to say Oliver Twist sucked," he paused and tsked loudly. "She knew it was the reader's favorite story you see. That's how he knew what she really wanted was a spanking!" he finished.
The hairbrush continued its tap dance across her backside and then moved down to her thighs. "Ouuchhh! OWWW You didn't say it was a true story," she said. Her legs began kicking involuntarily.
"Well it is. Did you like it?" he asked without stopping.
"YES!! It was a wonderful story! Owowowow, ummmm I'm ready for bed now!" she insisted.
"Are you sure?" he asked pleasantly as he scorched her sit spot with stinging blows.
"Oh yes!" she cried.
"Very well," he stopped and allowed her to climb off his lap and back into bed. Then he picked up the original book and began reading "It was the best of times. It was the worst of times..." she relaxed against him and fell asleep listening.
The End
© Copyright Summer, 2002
Reviews
Abrat4you <abrat4you(at)aol(dot)com>
I loved this story...it caught my attention...and kept it...nice work!!!
Frank <sswitcher(at)yahoo(dot)com>
Really cute story. Major kudos for using the first line in its original context! I was amazed that the top had the presence of mind to tell the story, deal with the interruptions, and continue the spanking, all at the same time. And, speaking as a testosterone-crazed male who thinks that domestic spankings inevitably lead to sex, the ending was delightfully unexpected.
Mary Catherine <marycatherine(at)saintfrancis-sfg(dot)net>
Bedtime stories, a bratty young lady who gets what she deserves, how can you go wrong? Very nicely done, Kess.