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: Spooky
Fathers Day
By
Joe Whatever <joewhatever845@hotmail.com>
Every Fathers Day, Wendy had the same dream.
Wendy was back in her old house. As she entered the living room, she saw her Father waiting for her in his favorite chair.
Wendys father had died 10 years ago, and Wendy missed him terribly. Wendy hugged her dad, and cried, and told him how wonderful it was to see him.
The two would talk for hours...
But at last, the fun and games would end, and her father would take the old wooden hairbrush out of his pocket and tap it slowly against his palm.
Wendys bottom cheeks would tighten in anticipation when she saw the dreaded wooden hairbrush appear.
Her Father asked knowingly if Wendy had "been a good girl this year".
Wendy would nervously bite her lip and shuffle her feet as she recounted each of her misdeeds and transgressions since their last meeting.
Wendys father would shake his head sadly, and then order his pretty daughter over his knee.
Wendy was nearly 35, and she felt awkward climbing over her fathers lap. But when she felt his hand on the hem of her skirt, the years would vanish, and Wendy once again felt like a naughty, misbehaving little girl.
Wendy trembled. The ritual was always the same. Skirt up, underpants down. Cindy would screw her eyes shut and clench her teeth as her father tapped the hairbrush against her trembling cheeks in preparation for the first stroke...
Wendys husband understood that his wife had bad dreams; everyone had nightmares.
But the red splotches on her bottom always puzzled him...
The End
© Copyright Summer, 2002
Reviews
Needy Wench <needywench(at)hotmail(dot)com>
You've given me gooseflesh with this wonderful piece, Joe. It's nice and wistful as you start out, good childhood memories being replayed. But the twist at the end makes it just intriguing enough. Not spooky maybe, but definitely thought provoking!
Pablo Stubbs <Pablo.Stubbs(at)newsguy(dot)com>
This is a nice, classic telling of an old idea, which works strikingly well as a spanking story. I might have liked the telling to be a little less matter-of-fact, a bit more quirky and elliptical, given that the bulk of the story is a dream. More dreamlike, I suppose. But the strength of the main idea dominates here.
Sarah Nada <circler73(at)hotmail(dot)com>
The main character in this sweetly spooky story dreams of her father every Father's Day, and finds that the dreams are surprisingly real. Fathers Day is well paced, with a nice little surprise at the end.
John <johnb(at)ssec(dot)wisc(dot)edu>
Show, don't tell is one of the most overused pieces of advice about writing fiction, but in this case it would help. A nice premise, enjoyable characters, and a good twist are rendered less than they could be by too much distance because we are having the story described to us rather than watching it unfold. The synopsis narration puts the action at too much remove for the reader to get caught up in it. Of course it is conducive to brevity and may have helped fit the story in 500 words. But how much better it would be to watch Wendy meet her dead father, feel her wonder, remember her memories, receive her spanking, and watch her try to explain the marks to her husband in the morning.