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
 

I Don't Believe in Ghosts

By

Joe Whatever <joewhatever845@hotmail.com>

Rebecca Smith didn't believe in ghosts.  And she didn't believe the refurbished building she had purchased for her consulting firm was haunted, no matter what the realtor said.

Rebecca appreciated old buildings with history and character.  The building had once been a Reformatory, and Rebecca kept the oil painting of the stern looking headmaster on the wall of her office.

Of course Rebecca knew it had once been HIS office, and from time to time Rebecca felt as if the merciless, disapproving eyes in the painting were studying her...

It was a good thing Rebecca didn't believe in ghosts.

Rebecca had found the punishment log in a dusty closet, and had poured through it for hours:

Rebecca found the entries frightening...but fascinating!

It was a good thing Rebecca didn't believe in ghosts.

What better way to prove her utter contempt for ghost stories than by accepting her secretary's dare to spend Halloween night in the office?  At first she felt uncomfortable, stretching out on the couch while the angry picture of the headmaster glowered down at her.

But Rebecca soon fell into a deep slumber...

"You're here for discipline, not a nap, you lazy, stupid girl!"

Rebecca's eyes flew open.  She was still in her office, and the painting was still in the appropriate spot.  But the décor was now 19th century.

And there was a large collection of paddles and canes hanging ominously on the wall...

Rebecca looked up in stunned disbelief as the Headmaster scowled down at her.

"Into position, young lady!" he said, grabbing Rebecca by the ear.  As she stumbled across the room Rebecca realized that she was now wearing an agonizingly short school jumper that barely covered her white cotton panties.  She tried to tug her short jumper down but the headmaster slapped her hand.

Rebecca gasped as the Headmaster bent her over his desk, raised her jumper, and whisked her underpants down to her knees.

Rebecca refused to tell anyone what happened that night, but her shrewd secretary was pleased to note that her snotty boss seemed to have a great deal of trouble sitting down...

Occasionally when she was alone at night, Rebecca Smith would turn to read the last entry in the dusty punishment log:

Rebecca felt her fanny tingle in anticipation as she took her sleeping bag out of the closet and prepared for another night at the office.

Rebecca Smith definitely believed in ghosts.

The End

© Copyright Summer, 2002

Reviews

Tami  <tamishy(at)webtv(dot)net>
A campfire story, where truth and fiction mingle. I found this story very light-hearted kinda funny. Just the story to make you giggle. I do hope that satire is what the writer was going for. If not, well, that's what it achieved.

John  <johnb(at)ssec(dot)wisc(dot)edu>
This is fun. But the ending is not really a spooky ending so much as a happily-ever-after ending. How wonderful to be able to have a way to live your fantasies without having to tell another living soul.

Pablo Stubbs  <Pablo.Stubbs(at)newsguy(dot)com>
A good, solid, old-fashioned ghost story - nothing strikingly original, but told with plenty of care and conviction. It might have been nice to get a glimpse of the headmaster's story too - Why is he hanging around in this way? What happened to him? - to add depth and a greater resonance. A good read.

Owen Williamson  <ashthorn(at)maildulf(dot)com>
A neatly humorous story, this. Not that I couldn't see what was going to happen, but the way it was worked out made me smile.

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