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: Period
The Way Things Are
By
Tasha <halfhisage@earthlink.net>
"So - Lolita - how'd you get into this scene?"
"I'm not sure."
"Were you a bad girl?"
I laugh. "No, not at all. I was disgustingly good." I was, too. With few exceptions. But for whatever reason, here I was. Alone at a Shadow Lane party in a strange city with people I didn't know. No money. Dressed in the school uniform I wore on stage. Exploring the kink my asshole boyfriend said was sick. "But I had this dream once."
"Tell me about it."
"Well, I'd stolen this tape," I begin. "Billy Idol, I think. And I got away. But then this guy was there." I look up as I'm talking and have the weirdest sense of deja vu. "You know, you remind me of him."
"What did he do?"
I blush at the memory. "He - well, he - he spanks me," I stammer, embarrassed to be so embarrassed.
"Interesting. Is that it?"
"Yeah."
"And you never did anything to deserve such a punishment?"
"Uh-uh. Unless. . ." I close my eyes against another feeling of deja vu.
"Have we met before?"
He smiles. "Oh, you can do better than that old line, can't you?"
There's something about him. Something in the arch of his eyebrows. His height. His imposing figure - all in black, just like me when I had the dream. Just like. . .
"Ten years," I whisper, connecting with the memory of a dream that was no dream after all. "Los Angeles."
His smile deepens.
"How did you know?" I'm shaking my head in bewilderment.
He takes me by the wrist and leads me away, down the corridor to his room. He gives me an affectionate pat on my bottom and I know I'll be sitting uncomfortably on the plane back home tomorrow.
"What did the man in your dream say to you?"
"That I'd spend the rest of my days over his knee when I was bad."
"And does that sound nice to you, little one?"
I melt at the term of endearment. It's what I'd always written.
"Yes."
"Yes what?"
I squirm. "Yes, sir."
He guides me gently across his knee and bares my bottom. "How old are you, Lolita?"
"Twelve."
"And how old is the girl behind the mask?"
I smile. "I'll be twenty-five in May."
"I'll be fifty in December."
May-December. Somehow I know everything he's going to say before he says it. And I think he knows what I'll say too. "Do you know my email address?"
I ask.
He begins to smack my bottom, gently at first, but with the promise of more. "Sure I do," he says. "HalfHisAge. And you are"
The tears spill from my eyes. They slide like slow, lazy raindrops down my face as I surrender myself to my new life.
The End
© Copyright by Tasha Summer, 2002
Reviews
Dyke Grrl <dyke.grrl(at)verizon(dot)net>
What a sweetly realized fantasy. The characters come through clearly, and their conversation seems natural. Lolita certainly seems to be getting what she deserves.
Jodi <ladiejj(at)webtv(dot)net>
A chance encounter, the sharing of a past, and the meeting of minds. This story flows into a great ending. the dialogue is very revealing. Lots of details, and a great metaphor «tear like lazy rain drops». This is a well written story...
Pam <pamiMac(at)aol(dot)com>
Lovely story. I feel that it is true and hope it is true. Very heartfelt and nicely written.
Sarah Nada <circler73(at)hotmail(dot)com>
The Way Things Are is powerful in its own right, but it meant more to me after I read the prequel (
The Way Things Should Have Been
). The dialogue between the two characters is gripping, and the last few lines of the story are just wonderful.