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
The Life of the Meeting
By
Trisha Allen <trishaallen@mindspring.com>
Lena opened the door, "late again," she thought. All eyes fell on her, so she rushed to find her back row seat. She only attended this meeting out of obligation to her friends. They considered themselves ministers, with something to say. She couldn't acknowledge how much she hated their preaching.
Without thinking, she quickly sat down. A low moan escaped her lips and she raised her body searching for a more comfortable position.
Immediately, the half-asleep gathering came alive. They were laughing, while others stared and smiled at Lena.
"What?" Lena questioned, mouthing the words.
Everyone's smile widened, as they silently shook their heads, stating nothing was wrong.
Let's all stand and sing. "Oh no," Lena thought. "I just sat down, which means, I now have to stand and then try to remember to carefully re-sit." Still Lena had no idea what was so funny. What had she missed?
Unbelievably, everyone was alert for the rest of the meeting. They pretended to be listening, as the bellowing voice roared out, "You need to get saved. You need to be born again."
"Yeah right! Don't forget when you point a finger, there are three more pointed back at you," Lena thought. How she wished she could say that aloud.
Finally, the meeting was over. What a relief! Lena quickly got up and made her way to the crowd. "Alright, out with it. What was so funny? What did I miss?" Lena questioned.
Everyone laughed loudly now. "Looks like someone's got themself in some serious trouble," Bobby smirked.
Still perplexed Lena replied, "Yeah, who?"
"Oh come on, Lena. You let everyone know exactly how much trouble you was in." He paused, and then continued, "What was it then, an erotic spanking."
"Whew!" they all joined in and mocked.
Her face changed color to a rosy pink. "Ahh..., you mean how I eased down when I sat?"
They nodded, with smiles from ear to ear.
"Well, Lena began, a smile crossing her face. I really hate to disappoint you folks, but I really haven't had that privilege lately. So unfortunately," she suddenly felt sad but continued, "no erotic spankings for me." I pouted, sticking my lower lip out for effect.
The gang roared with laughter. "Yeah, right," they teased, "I can tell when a lady's been spanked, and if she has a sore bottom or not.
"Once again, I'm sorry to disappoint you. I have trouble from time to time, ever since that wreck I was in. It takes a while for the pain and soreness to leave, even after its put back in place."
A wicked smile crossed Bobby's face. Suddenly, he grabbed her arm and escorted her to the back room.
"What are you doing?"
"Spanking you for lying."
"But, I'm not lying?"
"Then I'm spanking you because you haven't had one in a long time. You looked so sad when you said that. I'm going to brighten your day, as you brighten ours. Your day, as well as your bare bottom."
The End
© Copyright Trisha Allen, 14 June 2003
Reviews
<justacatfish(at)aol(dot)com>
In my view, this is an anecdote rather than a short story, in that it is a short account of a happening or about some person. What is missing, in my view are basic elements of a short story: conflict, resolution, plot, characterization, etc. Also, I take it this takes place at some sort of church meeting. Pushing the imagination is fine in short stories, so long as not overdone. In this case, I think it stretches the imagination way too far. May be a good core idea here to make it into a short story with more development.
Don A. Landhill <Dlandhill(at)aol(dot)com>
An interesting story, but one I found somewhat confusing. It was not clear to me just what kind of meeting she was at. «They considered themselves ministers, with something to say.» suggests that they weren't ministers in the usual sense, and «... how much she hated their preaching.» suggests that she was not an adherent of whatever church this was, but she was a regular at this meeting. They sense that she is sore, and deduce that «...someone's got themself in some serious trouble,», or that she received an erotic spanking, and when she denies both, Bobby proposes to spank her for lying, or else because she clearly regrets not getting an erotic spanking. Why does Bobby feel he has the authority to spank? Why does the narrator let him? It just doesn't quite work for me.
Jessie
This was a bright and original story. It was a pleasure to see a spanking story that didn't take itself too seriously.
I was a bit confused, though, about the congregation's knowledge of Lena's private life!
Parts of the story indicate that the others would not much appreciate it, which was hard to reconcile with their light laughter and jokes.