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
Everybody Always Lies
By
Don A. Landhill <DLandhill@aol.com>
Everybody always lies. They always ask who is guilty, but no one is ever foolish enough to admit it. You get the same spanking if they catch you, or only a little extra for the lie, and sometimes they don't, and you get off. And nobody wants to risk an extra spanking.
Now they were asking questions again, and everyone was giving the same answers, just as usual.
"Janice, Did you paint those nasty words on the wall?"
"No, Sir."
"Do you know who did?"
"No, Sir."
"Susan, did you do it? Do you know who did?"
"No, Sir."
He asked Judy, and Melissa, and Frankie, and Christine. Everyone denied knowing anything about it. But of course they all knew. Everybody always lies.
Then it was my turn, "Sondra, did you do this nasty thing?"
"No, Sir." I tried to sound sincere, but uninterested, and not at all worried. Nervous girls always get caught and spanked.
'That's odd. Then perhaps you would care to explain the paint stains on your sheets and in your slippers? In the same dirty brown as this foul graffito? And the spelling error in the headmaster's name -- an error you have made four times that I know of?"
"Well, Sir, I..." Oh no, I never thought that taking care with my spelling would be important in a prank - its not like I was being graded on it. I guess I spilled some of the paint on my feet - it was dark out. Now how can I explain--
"I thought not. Come along, Sondra. You have a date with the punishment paddle." He took me by the ear and marched me out of the dormitory and down the hall. I hate it when they do that -- I'm not a baby.
Into the housemaster's study and over the back of the leather chair I went. He pinned up my skirt and hauled down my underthings and made me step out of them. Then I heard him take the punishment paddle, with its double row of holes, down from its hook.
Crack! Ow! That paddle burned like fire. Again and again he spanked me with it. I yelled and cried. I hardly heard his lecture. Finally he stopped. I was bawling, ready to promise anything.
"I am very disappointed in you, Sondra. You will spend lunch cleaning off the messroom wall. You will spend supper in your dormitory, with a tray of bread and water. Your skirts will stay pinned up, displaying your bare bottom, for the rest of the day. You are confined to your dormitory, except for classes and meals, for a week. Now come!"
He marched me right back to the dorm, again by the ear. He left and the others crowded around.
"You really got it."
"Looks extra red this time."
"Did it hurt?"
"Naw," I answered, "Not too much. It was a cakewalk. He must be getting old and tired."
Everybody always says that. Everybody always lies.
The End
© Copyright Summer, 2002 Do not copy, reproduce, distribute, or repost this story without explicit permission from the author. Permission is hereby granted to archive and reproduce this story in connection with the 2002 soc.sexuality.spanking short story contest, by the contest organizers or as part of the overall archive of contest entries.
Reviews
Tami <tamishy(at)webtv(dot)net>
If everyone always lies, then I am going to pretend that she knew what she was doing the entire time. The question is how much time and effort did it take to pull of this stunt. Don't bother asking her, she's probably lie anyway. Cute story.
Haron <haron(at)newsguy(dot)com>
This story is a success on several levels. It makes a great use of the first/last lines, creating a nice frame for the events. It shows the atmosphere of a girls school dorm very realistically: the little customs and the punishment etiquette, curiosity about another's pain - all of it through the eyes of a likable, albeit naughty, girl. Very nice story.
John <johnb(at)ssec(dot)wisc(dot)edu>
Good story, made better by the fact that the first/last lines are not only integral to the piece, but add a bit of zing at the end. I enjoy this girl's immoral pragmatism. Be nice to find out what becomes of her when she grows up.
Owen Williamson <ashthorn(at)maildulf(dot)com>
Good use of the given first/last lines here. I get the impression that the girls involved in this story are quite young. Not that that worries me at all. Enjoyed it.