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
The Vase
By
My mother once had a beautiful vase, an anniversary present from my father. Not five inches high, its soft green celadon glaze glowed with a mysterious light from within: created from earth and fire and genius. Mommy put it on the mantel, high over the fireplace, out of my reach. We all stood back, admiring my father's gift.
When I saw it for the first time; I was excited, I was enchanted, I was enthralled. Drawn to the little object like a bee to a flower, I needed to touch it and gain sustenance for my newly developing love of form and color. I could not stay away and hovered near in impatient adoration.
Mommy found me climbing a chair that I had carefully placed to aid me in my eager quest and gently scolded me. She took the little beauty down, sat me on her lap and let me briefly touch the cool green glaze. She warned me that I must never play with her gift, although my objective was worship not play. Mother made me promise not to touch the vase unless she got it down for me.
But I could not ignore the siren song of the little green vase, my need so great that I forgot my mother's warning and my solemn promise.
Mommy was heartbroken when I accidentally broke the vase. I was horrified and ashamed. Daddy tenderly gathered the little pieces and painstakingly glued the broken shards together. When finished, he carefully placed the restored object on the mantel and peered closely at his handiwork. There was one tiny chip missing. The little green vase almost looked like before: if you didn't get too close.
When Daddy spanked me, I was heartbroken. His big hand quickly applied hot pain to my bare bottom. When finished, he banished me to my room. After a good cry, curiosity drew me to the mirror. I carefully tugged my panties down and peered over my shoulder at the red and tender little buttocks reflected. By dinnertime, my behind almost looked like before: if you didn't look too close.
I have learned a thing or two in the many years since I broke the little green vase. Especially about promises: for I have made many and broken not a few. A promise is like the little vase. When new and unblemished, it is beautiful and perfect: a gift from the one who pledges to the one who receives the commitment. A broken promise is like the tiny shards scattered across that long ago floor. Trust can sometimes be repaired, but it will never be quite the same as when it was whole and inviolate.
When my husband was still alive, he once asked me about the tiny green chip I often wore on a chain around my neck. I told him only that it was a special memory from my childhood. I wish I had told him more and I wish I had kept all my promises to him.
The End
© Copyright Koalabear, 26 July 2003
Reviews:
Kessily
I am stunned and awed by the piece. The spanking in it, is secondary to the story. Though well written, my interest was more in the feelings and thoughts the main character were sharing. I also enjoyed the ending. It left me feeling a bit sad for this girl. She strikes me as someone who feels things deeply and I like that.
Very nice piece. I too have been struck by the beauty of something and simply had to touch it, hold it, get close to it.
Sassy Jo <sassy_jolene(at)hotmail(dot)com>
WOW! This story is fantastic. It is well written and excellent in originality. I like the lesson time at the end. In my humble opinion, the author is extremely talented in the art.
Patricia <patricia(at)cedar(dot)net>
Poignant with a lovely morale. At first, this story lulled me into thinking it was going to be another story of a child learning not to touch things that don't belong to them. But you did a wonderful job of turning it into parable to which we should all listen. I thought the paragraph regarding promises and vases was exceptionally well written and easily the very best part of your story. And the ending was very touching. This one is a keeper. Excellent job.