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 This story's setting is the late twentieth century, inside a farmhouse on the outskirts of a "Small" town in the American midwest.
Down on the Farm
By
The Crimson Kid <CrimsnKid6@aol.com>
After working steadily, the farmer was perspiring freely as he handed the remote activator to his pretty young wife.
"Every window has a screen." He shrugged doubtfully. "This'll really work?"
"In theory." She studied the simple control. "We'll find out now."
"Six thousand dollars," the man muttered, "For a theory."
"It's a prototype, obviously," his spouse explained calmly. "Is it worth that much to raise the world's most powerful person to be socially responsible rather than self-centered?"
"He's that bad?"
"Misbehaving, sassy, defiant," she interrupted, "Even though he knows better. He needs parental discipline, which means a hairbrush applied to his bare behind."
"All this expense, just to give our son a butt-whacking..."
"That's how I was raised, a smart mouth earning me a sore bottom," the woman countered. "We'll finally see if it works on our disobedient boy." She nodded toward their bedroom's door. "Send him in."
Her husband exited the room; immediately the dark-haired, handsome ten-year-old entered.
"Hi, Mom." He smiled disingenuously. "You wanted to see me..."
"Young man, you know that you were sassy and disrespectful to me this morning." Seated on the bed's edge, she grasped the old-style hairbrush. "Pants down, across my lap."
"Sure, Mom." The boy sighed condescendingly, remembering his mother's earlier failed attempts to corporally correct him. He felt a mocking contempt, yet also sadness--down deep he realized her intentions were noble, that he needed and deserved true chastisement. Lying bare-bottomed and upended over his mother's thighs, he gazed at the formidable-looking, flat-backed maplewood hairbrush, to him a mere toothpick. Her forearm, pushing forcefully against his waist, felt feathery light.
"Now to change the disciplinary paradigm, sweetheart." She activated the remote, watching for her spankee's reaction.
"Uhhhhh..." Suddenly his mother's pressing arm felt like a steel restraint. A strange tingling swept through the boy's shivering body.
"Felt something there, star child?" The woman raised the hairbrush resolutely. "Now feel this!"
SMACK!! Instead of splintering, as its victim had expected, the brush's hard back made its globular naked target, his left buttock, bounce buoyantly.
"Ahhowww! That really...??" His pinkening assflesh felt hotly outraged, while his mind processed an unfamiliar sensation.
"Stings!" His mother eagerly supplied the word. "That's wonderful. Let's sting your bare behind plenty more..."
SMACK!! WHACK!! SPLAT!! SMACK!! WHAP!!
That she emphatically did, administering a blisteringly intense fanny-tanning that made up for the earlier failures. Her desperately-struggling child wailed tearfully, producing howling pleas for mercy, but his maternal disciplinarian continued the corporal chastisement undeterred by his futile squirming.
Finally, after the boyish buttcheeks were glowing a peony-like violet-red hue, the woman's relentless hairbrush ceased walloping them. She gently rubbed the blubbering boy's back, cooing words of forgiveness, before sending him to face the corner with his soundly-spanked derriere on display.
Jonathan awaited in the hallway.
"That solar radiation transformer works; you've paddled the possible future Savior of humanity."
"Our mischeivous little Clark?" Martha grinned with satisfaction at her son's red-bottomed sniffling. "He's not the Messiah. He's a very naughty boy."
The End
© Copyright Summer, 2002
Reviews
Archivist's note: The letters «TF/Kb» were part of the header info in the original post.
Abrat4you <abrat4you(at)aol(dot)com>
Boy, where would one get that computer...may parents might wonder...I like this story, the writing was good...I would have liked a bit more description of the transition from mom to super mom...but this was a clever idea...and easy reading.
Pam <pamiMac(at)aol(dot)com>
Very sci fi and cute. CK is a very good writer and this was very imaginative. As usual though, I have no clue as to his abbreviations. TF/Kb? I find this distracting to his writings. But as I said, this story was very creative.
Frank <sswitcher(at)yahoo(dot)com>
There are two stories for the price of one here! On the first reading, it's a rather perplexing riddle. Despite the Kryptic TF/Kb acronym (from Assville's master of strange acronyms!) and the emphasis on a small town, the penny did not drop until the name Clark showed up in the final paragraph. And then on the second reading, it is a well-told tale of loving parental correction, but in an inventive and original context.