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: Period
This story's setting is the 25th century in an alternate North America.
Forbidden Fruit
By
Crimson Kid <CrimsnKid6@aol.com>
"It doesn't even work, Mommy," the eight-year-old protested petulantly, "It's mostly melted.... See?"
The young woman finished peeling her switch.
"That doesn't matter," she explained calmly, "It's part of a machine, and you were holding it." She swished the springy willow branch.
"Just for a minute," the boy mumbled, "To look at it."
"Which is forbidden," his mother stated. "That's a hard-and-fast rule in our society, which is why you need to pull down your pants for a serious bare-fanny whipping, sweetheart."
"I'll get rid of it...."
"Yes, after you've done your crying." She gently patted his cheek. "This can't be helped, honey -- I must soundly remind you that even broken pieces of machines must never be touched. They're are an evil that almost destroyed human civilization."
"I know about the Technotyranny," the youngster responded, "The reason that we don't use machines nowadays."
"I'm afraid I'll be reinforcing that understanding on your bare behind now, young man." Her voice became strict. "Pants down, over the couch arm."
"Yes, ma'am...." He was already sobbing as he obeyed, dropping the half-fused mechanical artifact.
The pretty redhead steeled herself, touching her quivering child's upthrust naked bumcheeks with the willow lash.
"Sorry, darling, but this is necessary...."
Swiiiish-Swack!! Swiiish-Swack!! Swiiish-Swack!! Swiiish-Swack!!
The wickedly-flexible switch danced stingingly upon the boy's plump buttocks, etching fiery lines across them while he wept and wailed.
The chastisement, although not cruel, was lengthy and thorough, reteaching a painfully-learned lesson regarding something that had nearly resulted in humanity's subjugation.
Finally it was over and its whimpering recipient was being comforted in a loving maternal embrace.
"Neh-Never Uhhh-Ahh-Again, M-Mommy," he blubbered, "Ahhh-I pr-promise."
"That's my good, well-disciplined boy," his mother soothed softly.
She shuddered, remembering the history. "Thank heaven our ancestors were so resourceful -- the Omnicomps couldn't read their minds, at least...."
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
"Juvenile drone 8472," the metallic voice crackled, "You are producing forbidden thought patterns."
The eight-year-old's dreamy reverie was shattered. "No, I wasn't --"
"Prepare for punishment," the telepathic enforcer droid announced. A supple-yet-firm leather rod emerged from its center as it rolled over to grasp the frightened youngster with padded grappling arms.
"Please, no...."
The boy's protests were futile as he was bent forward over the machine's flat top, limbs and torso pinioned by straps while his worksuit's bottoms were lowered by deft grapples.
The leather rod rotated into position behind the helpless captive's exposed posterior, optic sensors adjusting its vector for optimal impact.
"Fifty strokes, level three severity, for cognitive disobedience, drone 8472." The whippish leather implement was drawn back as its disciplinary victim cringed.
It would be a blistering-hot but nondisabling lesson for the violator, and a warning to the other young organic workers observing, about allowing distracting, illogical desires.
One of the few human practices the Omnicomps had preserved....
The End
© Copyright Crimson Kid, 24 June 2003
Reviews
Kent Stoneking <kentls01(at)msn(dot)com>
Magnificent! The transition from the pleasant fantasy to the awful reality, and the description of the enforcer droid preparing the boy for punishment, were especially effective. That the Star Trek reference passed me by completely didn't distract a bit from my enjoyment of this little masterpiece.
Patricia <patricia(at)cedar(dot)net>
Nice switch from dream to reality. It really made the story complete. I especially liked the way both portions of the story are ended. It really compliments the entire story. Ah, but the Omnicomps forgot one thing, punishment without forgiveness builds resentment! Sorry, but I did miss the Star Trek reference, unless it was the comment about the TechnoTyranny. I vaguely remember an episode dealing with something along those lines. At any rate, nice job.
Brad <b_radleym(at)yahoo(dot)com(dot)au>
It's both easy and hard to write stories set in another time or place. Easy because you are not limited by rules or boundaries. Hard because the description has to be vivid as there are no automatic references in real life. This story succeeds because of its imaginative setting and engaging plot.