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: Fanfiction
This story's setting is June, 2003 outside the American midwestern town of Smallville.
Journalism OTK
By
Crimson Kid <CrimsnKid6@aol.com>
"Who's down there?"
Chloe quickly skittered behind the workbench.
"Speak up! I know you're there...."
The voice was Martha Kent's -- but she was supposed to be in Metropolis with her husband, according to Chloe's source. Was her informant mistaken or had the couple's plans changed?
The fortyish woman started down the stairs rather than going to call for help. There was no viable hiding spot, so the girl reluctantly stood up.
"It's just me, Mrs. Kent...."
"Chloe!" Martha looked uncertain. "What are you doing here?"
"Practicing my...investigative reporting." The blonde shrugged.
"You mean spying." The woman's voice was granite. "You've been on the outs with Clark, but nothing justifies this."
"You're right," the girl agreed, "I'm so sorry...."
"Wait until I call the police." Cold fury reverberated.
Chloe felt panic rising. Why had she let herself be pressured into this fiasco? Along with the legal consequences, it would preclude any reconciliation with Clark.
"Please don't, Mrs. Kent. I'll do anything you want to keep this quiet."
Martha's eyebrows arched. "Anything, Chloe?"
In the farmhouse's master bedroom, the teenager protested desperately.
"Spanked like a child, stripped naked, that's too humiliating!"
"Behave like an immature brat, be punished like one," the middle-aged woman countered. "This isn't Journalism 101, it's Journalism OTK."
"OTK?" Chloe gulped.
"Over the knee," Martha explained, "Your position while I'm applying my hairbrush to your trespassing little fanny -- unless you've decided on dealing with the police after all...."
"No...ma'am." A reluctant headshake.
"Then get undressed right now," the redhead instructed.
Chloe fervently prayed that Clark wouldn't barge in on the disciplinary session. He'd been at the Talon when she'd driven out, so unless he caught an immediate ride home...But he seemed to have an uncanny ability to catch fast rides.
Three minutes later, stark-naked and bent over Martha's thighs while the hairbrush's flat back steadily smacked her pert bottom, the teenager had other concerns.
"Owwwwie! Please, Mrs. Kent... WHACK!! Ahhhhohhh, that stings... CRACK!! Uhhhhoouuu, I'm suh-sorry... SPLACK!! Owwwch!"
"You'll be much sorrier," her punisher responded. "I'm just getting started, honeybuns."
Leaving thirty minutes later, Chloe found Clark waiting by her secretively-parked convertible.
"You okay, Choe?" he asked. "You've been crying, haven't you?"
"Over our damaged friendship." She sniffled. "Your mother and I discussed it."
Martha was talking on the phone. "The setup went perfectly."
"You realize I'll expect my compensation tomorrow?" her co-conspirator inquired.
"As we agreed." She grinned. "You're not the first middle-aged man whose bare buttcheeks will be thoroughly blistered by my razor strap, Lionel."
"Your mother's not reckless, Clark, is she?" Chloe demanded rhetorically. "If she discovered an unknown intruder she wouldn't rush into a confrontation, would she?"
"She'd call the police," the son affirmed.
"Right." The blonde frowned. Something about Martha's behavior seemed suspicious in retrospect.
Clark's x-ray vision revealed the glowing-crimson coloration of his friend's girlish bumcheeks. He concealed an indulgent smile, thinking of his mother's penchant for spanking teenaged girls.
He wasn't the only Kent with secrets to keep....
The End
© Copyright Crimson Kid, 14 June 2003
Reviews
SirHal <janhal(at)midsouth(dot)rr(dot)com>
I found the story interesting. I found some of the sentence structure to be weak. After reading the story two times, I still am not sure who the "co-conspirator" was. Who is Lionel? If he did, now did he get Chloe to end up downstairs at the farm house? I think I understand what you are attempting to say but it left me with more questions then answers. You also lost me when you wrote, «He'd been at the Talon ». Maybe I am just not up on my Superman but I sure have no idea what or where the «Talon» is.
I think you have some good ideas. I realize that you only had 500 words to work with. Maybe next time you can put less turns and twists in the story and make it clearer. I look forward to reading more stories written by you.
Ted <quixotoes (at)aol(dot)com>
This is an amusing story with a familiar character swooping in at the end; a tautly written tale with a few deft touches of humor. This reviewer always has trouble following plots -- even in Jim Carrey movies -- and I was stymied by the introduction of a character whose role I didn't quite understand. But on the assumption that others will get it, this story still rates well.
Brad <b_radleym(at)yahoo(dot)com(dot)au>
Finally! I'm an avid fan of Smallville and I'm glad that Chloe finally got her comeuppance. The danger about writing based on existing TV series characters is that the reader has a basis for comparing the story characters to the way the characters were written for the show.
Congratulations, this story flies! It captured Chloe's inquisitive character perfectly and the assigned characteristics to Mrs. Kent, Lionel and Clark are not far-fetched.
Now, if only Clark himself can get it from Mom or Dad. <sigh>