This short story is an entry in the 2003 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: Child
This story's setting is June of 2003 in a small town in the U.S.A.
Flytrap
By
Crimson Kid <CrimsnKid6@aol.com>
The pretty woman, gripping a formidable-looking wooden hairbrush in her right hand, grasped her seven-year-old son's bicep.
"That's it, young man! I warned you about teasing your baby sister."
Immediately the misbehaving youngster found himself across his seated mother's thighs, pants at half-mast position.
Although past experience had proven the futility of begging for mercy in that situation, the perpetrator persisted -- hoping for a miracle.
"Mommy, I'm sorry...Don't wallop me!"
Amazingly, the miracle occurred.
"Very well, sweetie -- I won't hurt my darling boy." Sliding his lower garments back up, the woman set her stunned child on his feet. "Just behave, honey...I love you so much."
Behind the screen of invisibility, Cupid giggled.
It wasn't really bringing any type of Love, it was an arrow causing Indulgence -- although it was actually an emotion-altering ray, a twenty-first century device.
The fact that Indulgence was much easier to instigate than Disciplinary Love made the godling's self-assigned mission much easier -- yet he still felt vaguely discontented since he clandestinelty admitted the value of Disciplinary Love.
Then the wristband sensor-tracker began blinking, indicating another imminent household bottom-warming, and Cupid teleported away. He dropped the invisibility shield first; for a split-second the puzzled seven-year-old spotted his benefactor shimmering.
"Th-Thank you..." The boy nonetheless seemed vaguely disappointed, as though he'd been denied some proof of parental caring.
Materializing in another residence, the ever-youthful Olympian immediately activated his screen.
He could see a broken planting pot containing an exotic flytrap plant, while a dowdy-looking woman was settling a ten-year-old girl, skirt up and panties down, across her lap.
As the frumpy female raised a ping-pong paddle to strike her spankee's bare bottom, Cupid fired his beaming device.
The effect was unexpected...
The girl vanished while her disciplinarian was remarkably transformed into a stunningly-beautiful thirtyish woman with cascading golden curls. She wore a satiny azure toga, while her hand held a heart-shaped lexan paddle.
She pointed at the plant, its container miraculously mended.
"What's that plant called, naughty godling?"
Cupid nodded ruefully. "It's called a Venus flytrap...Mommy."
"It looks like you've been caught in my 'flytrap,' little mischief-maker." Venus arched her eyebrows. "Didn't you think I'd catch you sooner or later, tampering with the natural order?"
The god-child gulped. "Yes, ma'am, I suppose so."
His immortal mother smiled, her parental affection apparent.
"Then bare your chubby little buns and climb aboard my lap, sweetheart -- we've got plenty of lost Disciplinary Love to reclaim."
Although he knew from experience how intensely the polymer paddle would sting his naked posterior, and how long a time he'd spend haplesssly bawling while upended over Venus' silky thighs, there was still relief in Cupid's eyes as he promptly obeyed.
His exposed bumcheeks quivering as his mother raised her fearsome 'love paddle' to strike, the eternal eight-year-old realized why the boy he'd rescued had looked disappointed -- something had been denied.
"I guess I'm taking this for all of us kids."
Inhaling deeply, Cupid prepared to cry loudly -- and be loved greatly....
The End
© Copyright CrimsnKid6@aol.com, 02 June 2003
Reviews
<comjustacatfish(at)aol(dot)com>
An interesting and amusing little parable and no doubt, to be one of the most original and unique pieces of writing. Easy to read, although a bit choppy in transition from locale to locale. This needs a bit of smoothing out, I think. I don't think that the reference to bare bottoms, panties down, etc really adds much to this. My point, if it does not add to the story, it should not be in the story for the sake of economy. All in all, nice job.
Lori <peachesicu(at)aol(dot)com>
I enjoyed this imaginative story, very much. The placement of a surprise trap was well worked into the flow of a mischievous certain someone's little reign of havoc.
The dialog was right on for the nature of immoral beings.
I even smirked at the bravado of the stories little havoc maker when he makes his heroic little speech in the end. «"I guess I'm taking this for all of us kids." Inhaling deeply, Cupid prepared to cry loudly -- and be loved greatly....»
Kudos to the Author.
Sir Hal <janhal(at)midsouth(dot)rr(dot)com>
I enjoyed this story and the twist at the end. I had no problem following the story line. The word pictures were clear. I found the writing to be light and airy. I think others will agree with me, this was a fun story to read. I had to laugh a little at the end of this one. Keep up the good work.
Haron <haron(at)newsguy(dot)com>
This is an incredibly funny and original story. The author successfully goes beyond the genre clichés, and as a result the story shines.