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 Fortune Cookie
By
Y Lee Coyote <YLeeCoyote@juno.com>
«You will see the apples ripen again.» said my fortune cookie and Colt, my kid brother, went into hysterics. Even our parents smiled a bit at the long life sort of prediction because we lived in apple country and I've seen the apples ripen every fall in the orchards. The best ones being those left on the trees to turn bright red like in the catalogs. Well, I had another eight months to wait. We'll know by Halloween.
The year end holidays came and went we were back in school and I had forgotten that little slip of paper.
I was not expecting to be reminded about it but Colt really messed up at school. Not only did he fail a test but that very same day also brought home a note about his deportment from the vice-principal. That father was not pleased is the understatement of the year.
Dad coming to our room was not really a surprise. Even the cocky miscreant could hear the barely controlled anger but he was too much of a smart ass to keep quiet and just let dad lecture him.
After the second wisecrack, dad yelled that he should shut his stupid and filthy mouth. Even that was not enough to get through to him for he made another and was doomed. Dad grabbed him by his belt. Two yanks opened and let him extract the thick leather belt from Colt's jeans. Another yank and the buttons opened. Colt was pleading, no, actually begging for mercy and promising to study and behave.
But it was too late to save his butt for dad was not listening now. Down came his jeans immediately followed by his briefs.
"BEND OVER AND DON'T MOVE, BOY!!" barked dad.
The folded belt flashed as it crashed down on my brother's buns. Over and over the belt smashed down on the target. Colt was yelling and crying but dad continued to strap him good and proper as he liked to say. It seemed like hundreds of cuts but only took three minutes. I was just watching when dad stopped and left us alone. Colt collapsed on his bed crying.
I sat there, mesmerized for a long time starting at my brother's tail with my hand in my crotch. Yes, the fortune cookie prediction was absolutely correct for dad had bistered his butt to bright apple red.
The End
© Copyright A.I.L., 04 August 2003
Reviews
Ted <quixotoes(at)aol(dot)com>
The story is well intentioned but I had problems with use of language and an awkward transition from the first foreboding paragraph to the second where the son «really messed up». This winds up a standard father-son spanking story, which is fine, but for me the action and the scolding ring harsh and bitter. A few direct quotations would have helped move it along, rather than the omniscient narration.
Redhawk <redhawk(at)screaminet(dot)com>
Excellent Story. I actually felt like I could see Colt get his butt whipped.
Ladiejj <ladiejj(at)msn(dot)com>
This story had a nice tone, told in the first person it gave the reader the feel of someone who
was reminiscing about an old memory. Nice relation between the apples ripening and the
bottom turning red in the spanking. This is a story that people can relate to in some way as
in when remembering when they started enjoying spanking or the idea of it. I do think that
this story was a bit choppy and there were a few words that were out of place making it a little
more difficult to read.
Kessily
The premise is a bit interesting. However, it's a bit hard to follow because it is constantly switching tenses. In parts it seems well written but then it will sort of fall apart.