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 Should Have Been
By
Tasha <halfhisage@earthlink.net>
Life is boring inside the vicious pink of my four walls. Crappy turntable skipping on Synchronicity. Guess that's what I get for playing it backwards looking for secret messages. Sting even stares down at me with disapproval from his place of honor above me, on the ceiling.
I want to see Stop Making Sense. Another barrage of Aqua Net, tease my hair over my right eye and rub my hand over the prickly buzz on the left side of my head. As usual, I'm all in black, my eyes rimmed with generously smudged kohl. Witchy costume jewelry. So unconventional I'm conventional. Half the school looks like this.
I'm late for the show, so I head for Sam Goody instead. I can't resist the new David Bowie album. I also want Billy Idol, but I only have enough for one. So I bend down over the cassette and drop Billy into my purse. My heart is pounding. I pay for the Bowie tape and hold my breath as I pass through the sensors. I made it! Huge sigh of relief once I'm safe outside. The adrenaline surges in my veins. Exhilarating.
"Excuse me, miss?"
Oh God, no.
"I'm afraid I'll have to ask you to come with me."
I can't speak. I just follow him. But we're going away from the mall. Is he leading me to his car?
"Wait a minute," I say. "You don't work here."
He's tall, and he easily towers over me.
"No, I don't. But unless you want to deal with the people who do, I suggest you do as I say." Then, as though reading my mind: "No, I'm not interested in that. I have a much more effective deterrent in mind." He leads me around to the Dillard's loading bay, sits on an empty crate and pats his lap.
"All right, naughty girl. Over my knee."
No way.
"Me or the authorities," he says. "Your choice."
I do as he says and there's a strange little rush, not unpleasant. He lifts my skirt and I squirm as he takes my panties down, exposing my bottom.
Then he starts to spank me, scolding me the whole time.
"This is just what you need, young lady. A good, sound spanking. Stealing is a crime. And when you're an adult you'll go to jail. It appears I caught you just at the right time."
I whimper and struggle feebly to escape the childish treatment. And yet there's something comforting about it. My father would never do this to me.
When he is finished, he lets me up. "Are you going to be a good girl?" I nod, fighting tears.
"Because you'll see me again in ten years. We'll meet at a party in Los Angeles. And you'll spend the rest of your days over my knee when you're bad. Do you understand?"
I nod again, afraid my voice will crack if I try to speak. But I manage two words: "Yes, sir."
The End
© Copyright Summer, 2002
Reviews
Frank <sswitcher(at)yahoo(dot)com>
A classic Daddy fantasy, albeit rather heavily imprinted with the culture and musical tastes of the mid-eighties. I can't help wondering, if the author had had that kind of Daddy figure as a teenager, what impact it might have had on her adult desires.
Pam <pamiMac(at)aol(dot)com>
Wooo I like this one. Period...indeed it is. I love the way the girl is just taken down a peg and that the guy just did what he should do...and will do in the future. Well written and painted a wonderful scene. I could see her in my mind.
RCG <rcg1574(at)yahoo(dot)com>
The story at the start seems confused and off the wall - maybe on purpose? It progresses in an interesting but predictable manner until the last paragraph. Connect this to the curoius title, and the story becomes either a flashback, a prophecy, or a fantasy.
MollyB <mollyb(at)newsguy(dot)com>
A fun back-to-the-future period piece that captures its time period almost embarrassingly well. Lots of wonderful turns of phrase, squirmy and otherwise, in this happy-ending story.