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
How William Became a Top
By
Warm Hand Jack
I'd told him a dozen times that he was not to talk to his mother like that. I'd put him in the corner, taken away favorite toys, withheld privileges. The thought of hitting him revolted me, especially when I remembered his father; but I could not let him get away with it, and nothing else seemed to work.
"Billy, come here." He came up to me, looking bold and defiant. I unfastened his pants and pulled them down to his ankles. I hoisted him across my lap. My hand was poised above his little boxers.
"You know better than to talk back to me like that. You will apologize, and you will never to talk to me like that again." Not a word. "I'm going to spank you until you apologize." Silence.
I brought my hand down on his behind. "Ow!!"
"Yes, it hurts. I'll stop as soon as you apologize." Again, harder.
"Ow!! No, I won't! Never!"
"We'll see about that. I'm going to paddle you until you do, so it's up to you. Understand?"
I started spanking in earnest. "Ow! Mommy, it hurts!" Smack! "Don't hit me any more, please!" Smack! "Owww!"
I suspended my hand in the air. "You know how to stop it. Are you going to say you're sorry?"
"No! Won't never say it!" Smack! "Never never never!" Smack! "You can't make me!"
I kept spanking. He kept sobbing, "You can't make me!" I couldn't stand it; but I couldn't let him defeat me. His sobbed words turned into just loud sobs.
I kept spanking. I felt something hot between my legs. He was wetting his pants. I kept spanking, but not as hard. He kept on crying and wetting. "Billy, please! Say you're sorry, and I'll stop!" He screamed, "NO! You can't make me!"
I kept spanking. The last of his pee ran down between my legs, soaking my underpants and making a lake under me.
I felt something else. A tingle -- definite, unmistakable. I was getting aroused. Getting hot as a firecracker, as Sam used to say. Oh, God, was I hot for him? My seven-year-old son?
Was his little pecker getting hard against my leg? I imagined it was, imagined it the size of Sam's, imagined it pushing down between my legs, in all that wetness. I kept spanking, absentmindedly, dreaming of his rod getting harder, and longer...sliding between my legs, sliding into me, feeling it.... Coming. I can't believe it, I'm not even touching...I'm going to come...yes...squeeze legs together, hard...yes! Squeeze, yes, coming, squeeze, now, YES! Quiet! God, my breathing, so loud, squeeze, I want to scream, "YES! COMING! NOW! FUCK me, Billy!"
I opened my eyes. My hand was clutching his underwear.
"Billy, get down." He slid off my lap and hitched up his pants. "You be good from now on, okay? My good little boy. Come to Mommy, darling."
He glared at me with his red, swollen eyes. Then he turned and ran. And ran and ran and ran.
The End
© Copyright Warm Hand Jack, 06 July 2003
Reviews
SirHal <janhal(at)midsouth(dot)rr(dot)com>
This was an interesting story. I think you really pushed the boundaries with this story. I would have been happy had there been some closure at the end of the story. You sure left some major unanswered questions for the readers to guess about. The word pictures were clear. I wonder what you thought comprised your readership when you wrote the story. I presume that like all writers you were looking for approval.
I suggest that you try to clean up some of your sentence structure even if technically they are not wrong. Just a suggestion and nothing more.
Huh Chuh <huhchuh(at)yahoo(dot)com>
Dear Author: This story is hard for me to review because the issues of adult spanking and child spanking are mixing together here. This story feels like it fits the category of Edge rather than Child.
As was commented on sss, I believe that the child won this round. The mother lost.
Will the mother be able to help a child when her thoughts are going crazy? How stable is this mother's life? Does she need emotional support? How can she be helped so that she can help her son? Does she need outside support for her son?
How can William be a top if he's so angry and defiant? Does he think that he can do better than his mother at spanking? Does he want to spank his mom? Does he want to spank a girlfriend?
Thank you for sharing this thought provoking story.
Jon <mrheadmstr(at)aol(dot)com>
I have a difficult time with this particular story. It was well written and constructed, no grammatical problems or spelling errors. My problem is with the theme itself.
I find it impossible to believe that a mother can behave in this fashion, becoming aroused by spanking her prepubscent child, and thus the necessary element of suspension of disbelief was absent for me. Instead I found myself revolted.
Perhaps that was the intention of the author; if so, he should be gratified by his success at his accomplishment, else disappointed that was my reaction. Whatever else one thinks about this story, it was strong stuff.