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: Line
The Gingerbread House
By
Zprymantis <Zprymantis@smilingwithteeth.com>
"All mine, do you understand?"
"Oh, yes ma'am. Eating pieces of your house was wrong. I am sorry! Please, please don't spank me! I promise not to do it again!"
"You should have thought of that before you chewed on my siding and sampled my fence post. Now I have no choice except to make an example of you, and send you scampering home with a very sore behind."
Her voice was so scary and stern! Pamela shivered and felt her stomach churn. There was a jolting flush of heat making her skin tingle when Pamela realized that she had no choice except to take her spanking.
Pamela was instructed to raise her skirt, and lower her panties, and lean across the chocolate wafer kitchen table. She held this position, every nerve ending alive, feeling like a very naughty little girl. She wondered how it might hurt, and if she would be able to stand still and keep from crying. She moved her feet back and forth slightly, and could sense the skin on her bared bottom tickling with anticipation.
Pamela heard the sound of the bundle of switches, and the hot burning sting of a thousand little scratchy pieces of twig.
"Please, no! Please don't spank me. Please!" she mouthed the words, unable to actually speak aloud.
Pamela's face was filled with anguish as the sticks thrashed at her bottom and thighs. Her feet jumped and her legs trembled. She clenched and unclenched her bottom cheeks, wiggled and bounced, gasped and whimpered.
She sobbed silently, waiting for her punishment to end, she was a very naughty girl and deserved every thrash. She lifted her bottom high in her submission to the truth. She was a very bad girl.
The thrashing stopped, and Pamela could sense movement behind her. The witch was looking at the shameful little house moocher. Pamela felt ashamed and covered her face with her hands and waited to see what the witch would do to her next.
The wicked witch ran her long boney finger up and down Pamela's legs and pinched her bottom cheeks.
"Now, if I catch you chewing on my house again, it's going to be much worse little lady. I have a rock candy hairbrush that will blister your bottom good and hard. I will take you across my knee and the entire enchanted forest will hear your screams."
Pamela's eyes glazed over as she thought about this, and she rested there on the witch's chocolate wafer table feeling peaceful and tired. There was a loud bang, and Pamela jumped almost out of her skin as the heavy picture book slipped off her bed and onto the floor.
"Pamela, are you still awake?" Mommy's voice came from down the hall. "I told you one book before bed, then lights out!"
"Yes, Mommy."
Pamela quickly tugged up her panties and lowered her nightgown and jumped back in bed.
Whew, that was a close one.
The End
© Copyright Zprymantis, 25 July 2003
Reviews
Redhawk <redhawk(at)screaminet(dot)com>
Excellent story. I can't believe this story came out of one line that was prescribed by somebody else. A very original way to do it and I would never have been able to come up with this story from that line myself so I commend this author for writing an excellent story and I give it the highest rating I can.
Warm Hand Jack
This is just the cutest story within a story. If it were only a fairy tale parody it would be too trite and light; but when it turns out that Pamela is real and that it's her own fantasy -- being acted out as well as imagined -- it takes on a whole new dimension and depth. And the mechanism of her jolt back to reality, via the heavy book falling and Mommy's voice, is perfect.
This is a very creative use of that rather unpromising first line. It would tie in better for me if Pamela had responded more directly (e.g., "Oh, yes ma'am, I do understand that!"); however, «your house» does make the point.
The feelings and the way they are expressed leave no doubt that the writer understands a Pamela from the inside -- s/he is not guessing. The images are vivid and evocative. The dialogue is fitting and realistically rendered. The point of view is consistent, and its expressions are appropriate to Pamela's apparent age. The closing line works perfectly.
Finally, this easily passes one important test of a switched reality story. After finding out what was really going on, I went back to look for a fit, and was not disappointed. «"...unable to actually speak aloud.» and «she sobbed silently....» were natural enough at the time, but took on their true significance only when one had found out that Mommy was just down the hall. Details of the house, fence, table, etc., were so clear because she was getting them from her picture book. The «...bundle of switches....» seemed strange at first, since little Pamela likely would not have such a thing in her bedroom; however, it had to be something quiet -- not even a hand -- so she may have gathered some twigs earlier, or used the bristle side of her hairbrush. (No, there was no need to tell us which -- let us figure it out!)
Altogether, an excellent entry.
Jessie
The fairy-tale fantasy is a cute idea and the first line fits logically into the story. The dialogue is rather choppy though.
It came as a surprise to find that Pamela was a child, as this reads much more like an adult involved in age-play. Throughout the fantasy, Pamela's thoughts and feelings -- her tingling skin and her «...submission to the truth.», for instance -- are of an adult nature, bordering on sexual. That she turns out to be an actual child just doesn't work.