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
Tugging
By
Zprymantis <zprymantis@smilingwithteeth.com>
In the great green room, there was a telephone and a red balloon.
These were the two new additions to the jumble of her bedroom. Teresa fingered the buttons on the telephone, a princess telephone, a birthday present from her Aunt Maurine, something a girl turning sixteen would need.
Terri walked toward the window glancing out, not really seeing anything. Maybe in a year she might actually hear it ring, have a boy call, go on a date. She walked toward the closed bedroom door and listened again. She could hear the clinks of silverware drifting up the stairs. She paced in front of her desk, the chair turned round facing into the room, the balloon tied to the back rest, drifting up and down, tugging to get free.
Green lima beans had done her in again. She should have eaten them and not complained. Being sixteen made no difference to her father though. He didn't wait to listen to her argument, simply ending all discussion with the words booming out. "UPSTAIRS!"
She touched the buttons of the telephone again, dialed a number without picking up the receiver. "Hello, this is Terri. Oh yes, Paul, I would love to go to the movies. You can pick me up at seven. I'll be ready."
She paced back in front of the chair, the balloon knocking into her shoulder. She heard the door open.
Daddy put her face down across his lap with her skirt lifted. Her fingers dug helplessly into the green carpet. His fingers tucked beneath the elastic of her panties, and she felt them start to slide down her sides. He didn't wait to listen to her argument, simply ending all discussion with the words booming out, "You should have thought of THAT before" as her bare maturing bottom was what her daddy now could see.
He waited before he started spanking, the wide paddle resting on her exposed skin, as he slowly went over the rules. She could see herself, as if from above, the desk chair, the red balloon tugging, her father's stern gaze, her panties bunched down just below the curve of her plumbed bottom, her long blond hair hanging down to cover her face, her ankles crossed at her short little socks, her school skirt hanging down between her father's slightly spread knees.
She felt his grip tighten on her side as the paddle raised up, then landed with a sting. Terri started to cry, plead, and beg. Her feet kicked apart, her head bobbed like the balloon, helpless to get away.
Daddy left her crying on her bed, face down, red bottoms up. He gave a gentle rub to her bottom before leaving, cleared his throat, and quietly closed the door.
Terri saw a movement from the corner of her eye, the red balloon tugging to get free from the chair. She thought about raising the window and watching it fly free. She smiled. The red balloon was better off here, for now, and so was she.
The End
© Copyright Summer, 2002
Reviews
Pam <pamiMac(at)aol(dot)com>
Sweet story that Z gave us. Wonderful integration of the first/last lines part of the contest. Pensive ending. And a wonderful glimpse into a teenager's mind. I liked that the story dwelled more on the teen than on the spanking although the spanking was true.
MollyB <mollyb(at)newsguy(dot)com>
A sweet little story that makes interesting use of the original. But lima beans? Yecchhh.