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
Busted
By
Y Lee Coyote <YLeeCoyote@juno.com>
It was raining in Los Angeles.
And that meant that the streets were oil-slicked after what would not even pass for a drizzle in normal places.
Rushing home, John did not notice that his parents were just a block behind him as he skidded repeatedly on his new small bike (that's Californian for motorcycle) around every turn and even on the straight-a-ways. He had promised to do his English homework and leave his bike in the carport. But they went out and, with his new licence and new registration in his pocket, he had to show his buddies that he was an independent MAN with his OWN WHEELS. He was even extra careful to return more than an hour before his parents were due back so his machine would cool down.
But the parental shopping trip went much faster than usual and he was busted long before he knew it.
His parents parked their car and discussed things before going home a few minutes later. They found him diligently reading on his bed.
"How's the reading coming, son?" asked dad nicely. "Been working hard all morning?"
"Fine. Yea." he answered with the usual brevity of a teen to his parents. His mother left the 'men' to deal with what was coming up.
"Would it disturb you if I used your 'puter to transfer some pixs I took this morning, son?"
Taking the grunt as a 'go ahead' dad plugged the camera in and transferred several images. "Son, come take a look at these great pixs I got this morning."
Reluctantly, John got up and walked over to look. He expected bad pictures of his parents or of the Mall. At the very best some half-naked, annemic, anorexic valley girls that his dad lusted after. He got images of himself on his bike in the rain.
"Uh-oh." He paused and clicked on the next button. "I'm in trouble, right. Big trouble." He was not stupid and knew that his dad was not either. He knew the penalty.
Dad nodded.
He knew better than to make excuses. He handed over the key. The key to his precious new bike. There was no need to wait to be asked. Responsibility was a big thing with his parents.
His dad was sitting in the simple chair and just pulled him over.
He knew better than to resist. A quick yank and both his sweats and boxers were around his ankles. He knew the drill and fell over the parental lap when tugged.
Dad brought his hand down hard on target.
John really felt the anger in the ferocity of his father's slaps. He dropped the heavy book from English class. It fell open and made him think. The last thing he could read before his eyes overflowed with tears was:
A Tale of Two Cities
By
Charles Dickens
Chapter 1
It was the best of times, it was the worst of times,....
The End
© Copyright June 15, 2002
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Reviews
Abrat4you <abrat4you(at)aol(dot)com>
Nicely written...I liked the part when dad asked him to look at the pictures...I knew exactly how dad felt...and son...good story.
Pam <pamiMac(at)aol(dot)com>
Parental story of a naughty boy who got caught. Fairly straight forward with Y. Lee's usual good writing and his signature catchy ending. Cute.
MollyB <mollyb(at)newsguy(dot)com>
Cute story that makes good use of the first/last genre. I like the fact that it's M/t(male) because we don't get very many of those, and we can always use more good ones. Believeable teen character.
Simon <srb(at)imrryr(dot)demon(dot)co(dot)uk>
This was a nicely sketched story with some interesting characters. The relationship between the father and son was an interesting one, the way the boy accepts his responsibilities and passively acquiesces in his punishment.