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
This story's setting is late July of 1975 at Camp Gabrielle, a Christian retreat center in the U.S.A.
Magick or Psience?
By
Crimson Kid <CrimsnKid6@aol.com>
"Well?" I inquired.
"There's no infection," Pia noted,"It's just a matter of healing. Give it a week before any...hard impacts...against it."
"Okay, Pia." I pulled my swimsuit over my buttocks.
"Now you're modest?" She clucked teasingly." You're not so shy when Miriam or Brittany tell you to expose your behind."
"You know...?" I gulped.
"They'll be disappointed, Paul." She chuckled. "They've already made plans for your birthday this week."
I shivered. "Plans?"
"Involving a brand-spanking-new paddle and the birthday boy's bare derriere." The nurse grinned. "You didn't think they'd miss that opportunity, did you?"
No, they wouldn't -- I'd be getting walloped for certain. At least it would be postponed....
"A whole week," Miriam sputtered, "Just to heal a bump on his bottom?"
"It's hard and tender," Pia explained.
"I'll bet you purposely scratched yourself there," Brittany pouted, "Just to spoil our fun."
"I hardly sat on that splinter deliberately," I protested.
The lovely brunette's eyes twinkled. "Sure, sweetie."
"Maybe I can speed things up," Miriam suggested, "With a healing spell."
"That Wiccan foolishness?" Brittany smirked. "Only focusing my empathic telekinesis can accelerate his recovery."
"Medical science says about a week, girls," the nurse interjected. "I don't believe in superstition -- or pseudoscience."
"I'll show you," Miriam countered. "You too, cousin -- I want to redden your rump on your birthday."
"Amazing." Pia gently touched my right buttock. "No hardness left, just a little discoloration -- it's healed."
"In three days?" I demanded.
The woman shrugged. "Medical science can't explain everything. I know two girls who'll be pleased about this."
Operating the dishwashing machine, I overheard the two cooks bantering during after-supper cleanup.
"It was my elemental magicks," my eighteen-year-old cousin boasted.
"Pure superstition, as Pia says," Brittany scoffed. "My empathic abilities --"
"Don't exist," Miriam interrupted. "Pseudoscientific BS was Pia's term."
"Tell you what," her younger assistant proposed, "We'll let Paul decide before he gets it."
Later, wearing only a jockstrap under my sweatpants, I visited their cabin.
They'd baked a cake and wrapped several presents, the last of which was a Spencer paddle imprinted with FOR SPANKING NAUGHTY BOYS and an accompanying note reading "Please apply me immediately."
"You'll get nineteen swats plus one to grow on,..." my cousin announced.
I could handle that....
"...on each cheek," Brittany elaborated, "Forty total -- from each of us."
"Eighty," I mumbled apprehensively.
"Plus an extra twenty from whoever helped heal your fanny," Miriam added. "Wasn't it my Wiccan spell, Paul?"
"Your call -- tell her it was my telekinetic focus."
Resisting Brittany's sweet smile, I realized that whomever I decided against would wield the paddle with retributive enthusiasm.
"It was...both together...." I resisted mentioning superstition and pseudoscience.
"Then it's twenty extras each," Miriam concluded, gripping the paddle's handle. "Your buns can take plenty of punishment." She motioned. "Bare your bottom, bend over the couch and stick it out, birthday boy!"
I complied, knowing they'd paddywhack me vigorously but affectionately.
The purely physical principle of force effecting impact -- that I believed in....
The End
© Copyright Crimson Kid, 17 June 2003
Reviews
Jon <mrheadmstr(at)aol(dot)com>
«This story's setting is late July of 1975 at Camp Gabrielle, a Christian retreat center in the U.S.A.» The author included this quote as a setup for this piece, though I didn't see any connection to the story beyond the camp locale. The story works well enough as a teenagers-at-camp who spank story, the implied Christian angle is superfluous.
The title evinces a good natured rivalry between the two principals who spank, and provides a convenient excuse to apply more of the paddle! I was a bit disappointed that the third leg of genuine science wasn't represented when time came to wield the paddle, but that is a matter of taste. An interesting concept, which might have worked better in a longer format.
Jessie
This is good, solid prose. The narrator's oscillating feelings toward being spanked were intriguing; I would have liked more of that sort of thing. I understand that the author has to pick and choose when facing a 500 word limit, but a bit less conversation and a bit more insight into the narrator's state of mind and his assessment of situations (like the suddenly healed wound) would be helpful to the story.
SirHal <janhal(at)midsouth(dot)rr(dot)com>
This was a nice story. The setting for this story does not seem to fit with the story. Unless the two girls and Paul are camp counselors/workers.
There were some very good word pictures in this story. The story had a nice flow to it. I would have liked a few words on just how heeled Paul's bottom was. I bet he slept that night on his stomach. I enjoyed reading this story.