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
Play Piano
By
Zprymantis <Zprymantis@smilingwithteeth.com>
Mr. Baldwin pointed to the spot in her music book with his slender finger. His nails had moons and a white strip of clean manicured edge. She readjusted her eyes, his finger blurred. She focused on the black dots till they formed into notes and lines. One at a time her fingers moved into position. She alternately looked down at her hands then up at the page, concentrating on the music as she tried to ignore the sound of his steady breathing. She pressed down. No. Her chest tightened and she moved her middle finger half a note back and pressed her hands down again. She could feel a drop of sweat trickle down her side.
He sat down on the bench beside her and his leg touched hers. She carefully inched to the left, slowly and just enough so they were no longer touching. He made marks in her book as she studied his hand again, and felt his leg bump against hers. He turned and looked at her, and she stared up into his grey eyes, as she promised solemnly to practice every day. He smiled and nodded, and she blushed. Then he glanced toward the clock and decided they had some time for him to play. He usually ended the lesson by playing for her, just for fun. This was her favorite part.
He grabbed a music book, and it opened almost automatically to a page filled with tiny notes. He slid a bit to the left on the bench while his foot reached comfortably for the pedals. His leg was pressed against hers now, and she had no room to move away, so she remained in place. A flutter passed through and down between her legs and her heart thumped into her ears.
When his arm moved to the deep dark notes in front of her, his shirtsleeve flapped against her bare leg. As he pumped the pedal his leg moved against hers. Her ears filled with music; her eyes focused on his hands dancing along the keys. His sleeve spanked rhythmically against her bare thigh. She felt afraid and out of control. It was scary and good.
As promised, she would practice each day, her imaginary piano teacher keeping watch behind her. He would sit beside her and sorrowfully tell her that her mistakes were too many and a punishment was due. She'd walk slowly to her bedroom. The fear would flutter and pulse, doing its deed, pressing her forward to play this piano game.
She lowered her panties down and waited for the spanks. A girl of twelve, shorts and panties down to her knees, propped on a pillow, alone in her bedroom, waiting for a punishment. The anticipation of the first spank made her bottom tingle and clench. Imagining it made her clench again and again. A loss of control, a loss of focus, ears filled with the natural rhythm of music and pumping blood. It was scary and good.
The End
© Copyright Zprymantis, 16 June 2003
Reviews
Rosa
This is some of the best writing on the ng. The language is accessible, exceptionally well constructed, bright and expressive! It presents pictures that are immediate and fresh. The author uses language with marked originality. This makes a story that the reader finds him/herself glad to be in -- a world easily entered -- a story truly shared. Outstanding!!
Mary <GEMLADI(at)aol(dot)com>
Exciting and romantic, yet a little confusing toward the end. but a good thrilling what's next kind of story. I liked it alot and would like to see more as this girl grew up.
Trisha Allen <trishaallen(at)mindspring(dot)com>
Reading this entry, it took a twist I didn't expect. It revealed the child's fantasy. The writer without dialogue captured the moment and emotion within the story. Usually I have found it easier to get in a story using dialogue; however, I had no difficulty following the story to the end.