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: Adult
Dear Robert
By
Zprymantis <zprymantis@smilingwithteeth.com>
Dear Robert,
When Miranda came home from college today, something unusual happened. Normally, I can ignore her loud remarks and naughty ways. Today though, I am afraid I snapped. I feel terrible about this.
I am sure our son will be shocked when he comes home in about an hour, and finds his girlfriend standing in the corner, her green camouflage jeans and pink panties bunched at her knees, her bottom glowing hot and red.
It started when I said, "Miranda, would you mind putting those pots in the sink after using them?" She sort of snorted. When I said, "Miranda honey, you missed the trash can." she laughed. I told her that I was serious. She went over to the empty bag of FUNYUNS on the floor, picked it up, tossed it into the trash can, rolled her eyes and said,"Whatever!"
I lost it. I grabbed her by the arm and hauled her toward a kitchen chair. On my way, I grabbed a wooden spoon from the drawer. I was lecturing her, and telling her all the things that have bothered me about her behavior for months. She seemed to be in shock, and just stood there, as I unbuckled her pants and tugged them down. I yanked her over my lap.
I just worked on instinct or something. I started peppering her panties with smacks and whacks. I think I forgot whom I was spanking! I was really giving it to her good, and boy was she kicking and crying. Yet, she never really tried to get away. It's almost as if, she knew she needed a spanking!
I started to tug down her panties, and for the first time, she seemed afraid. She started crying out, very loudly, "No Mrs. Mommy, no don't take down my panties!" I told her she should have thought of that before she used her smart mouth, and then down they came. For a moment, I was shocked to see how red her bottom was under her panties, but that didn't stop me from smacking a complete concert out on her two firm lovely bottom cheeks.
I don't know what made me stop spanking. It sure wasn't when she started kicking and reaching back, that just made me spank more! It wasn't when she started to cry and sniffle and promise to be good, because I just kept spanking. I guess, at some point, I just stopped, because I was finished. Then I put down the spoon, and I heard her give out a long shuddering sigh as I started to rub her bottom cheeks.
At this point, she seemed very calm, so I had her get up off my lap, and told her to put her nose in the corner, while I wrote this email.
I guess, what's done is done. I will tell her she can pull up her pants now, and hopefully, she keeps this just between the three of us. I think I hear our son's car in the driveway.
I better go.
Love,
Lisa
The End
© Copyright Zprymantis, 09 June 2003
Reviews
SirHal <janhal(at)midsouth(dot)rr(dot)com>
I really enjoyed this story. I think you painted a good word picture. I could see this event in my mind. You did a good enough job that I want to see the next chapter. This only opened the door to more stories in the future. I like that. I want to read what Robert has to say. What did the son do or not do? Yummie. Did the son give her some more?
I am fully aware of the word restriction. I am still not sure I know why she was at her boyfriends house to start with. When she comes home from college does she always live with her boyfriend at his house? I think it could have been a stronger story if you had used a few words to let us know why she was there to start with. For a brief period of time instead of letting the story flow, I kept thinking why was she there to start with. Does she live there or did she come over to visit. How often is she there? etc.?
I look forward to reading more of your stories. Hope you continue.
Brad <b_radleym(at)yahoo(dot)com(dot)au>
I think the format was great because letters are not that familiar a device to use for spanking stories. It was a good way to put across the spanker's feelings. But the relationship amongst the cast of characters are a bit confusing. I'm not sure if I understood the story correctly but the letter writer was punishing the son's girlfriend? Does the girlfriend live with them or is just on a vacation? If so, why was she writing her husband? The husband doesn't live with them?
Pablo <pablo(dot)stubbs(at)newsguy(dot)com>
There's the core of a cute and sweet story here, though it feels like a final tweak is missing. The main conceit of a letter written ostensibly as a straight factual account, but which gives away another layer of meaning in its breathless, almost fetishy language, is a really good one, and is very nicely done. And the complexities of relationship are hinted at with appropriate glee.
What feels like it's not quite there, though, is the main relationship in the story: that between Robert and Lisa. What's going on there? It's nice to imagine all sorts of possibilities, but they're not really even hinted at. Is Lisa telling Richard with a knowing wink? Will she be in trouble herself? Is she discovering something about herself? Too many possibilities, maybe?