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
Oh Brother!
By
Rosewood <HeadmasterSir@hotmail.com>
Steven smiled.
He had her this time, no question.
He knocked at her bedroom door.
"Hey, Helen...can I come in?"
He pushed open the door without waiting and stood in the doorway looking at his sister with a patient, quizzical expression – one, he knew full well, guaranteed to set her teeth on edge.
The sixteen year old pushed herself up onto one elbow and looked up at her older brother disdainfully. Only a very little of this practiced disdain stemmed from the necessity of recognising Steven as her elder when they were born on the same day. Most was the natural result of living for sixteen years with him in the same house.
Helen was wearing only a nightdress, and her feminine curves were half-hidden, half-displayed in a manner that made Steven painfully aware of her youthful sexuality. Her hair was still damp from her bath and he knew somehow that if he were to put his hand on her cool white thigh and slide her nightie up towards her belly, he'd find her naked beneath.
Steven shivered, and then held his right hand out towards his sister, dangling the cane casually from his fingers.
"Shall I tell you a secret?" he asked.
Helen's face tightened when she saw the cane, and she unconsciously wet her lips with her tongue briefly, her manner becoming more wary.
"What secret?"
Steven paused.
"I know that you took £40 from dad's wallet, and that you used it to buy grass from that guy on Jackson Street – and that you smoked it right here in your room."
Helen looked down at her fingernails for a moment, and then back up into her brother's cool blue eyes.
"You know that, do you?" she asked, casually.
Steven nodded.
"Admittedly, there's some conjecture in the mix – but I have a pretty photo of you sitting on your bed with a spliff in your hand...and I reckon that would be about enough evidence for dad – don't you?"
He flicked the cane through the air in front of him.
"Worth something, I would think?"
Helen pushed herself up and sat on the edge of her bed, her dark curls falling damply round her face.
"Worth what?" she asked.
Steven smiled, feeling a delicious glow of anticipation and hot, young desire within.
"Six strokes," he answered. "On the bare bottom, of course."
"Hard strokes," he added, he cheeks flushing. "Nice red marks."
"It will hurt," Helen said, simply.
"I know", Steven nodded. "That's kind of the point."
He ran his finger along the length of the cane.
"Come on...stand up!"
Sighing, Helen stood, drawing herself up to her full five foot six, and looked up at her brother, aware of the blood pumping in her own veins as she faced him.
She reached out and snatched the cane from his hands.
"This had better be the last bloody time though," she said, pointing to her bed. "Let's do it. Get your trousers off and bend over."
The End
© Copyright Rosewood, 18 August 2003
Reviews
Warm Hand Jack
Yes, very good – well-written, with a fine build-up (in narrative and especially dialogue), to
an obvious ending that suddenly reverses to the opposite – to excellent effect. I
would suggest only that structuring it into paragraphs would help the readability and the
suspense.
Pablo <pablo(dot)stubbs(at)newsguy(dot)com>
The twist isn't a new one, but I really like the way it's used here, illustrating a relationship
that has some nice hints of a gently twisted incestuousness, mixed in with some
sibling-rivalry. The background threats from the father give the story a nice richness
too. This feels like a family that's very happily dysfunctional. So it's a perfectly
self-contained story, but presents a moment from a more complex world, and that's a very
effective combination.
Lori <peachesicu(at)aol(dot)com>
I thought the story was fun and interesting. I guess since the teens are underage that it
would go into the child category, they characters though don't seem very childish. I'm glad
the ending went as it did and that it wasn't the sister on the receiving end. I do feel the
author could have brought the story in 500 words and the added three weren't needed, but that is
a mute point. Forty pounds for some pot is understandable but how did she smoke it all up
in her room? She must have spread it out for a few days at least, (just an
observation). I haven't been checking each story for word count but I know I try to make
sure my stories are 500 or less. This doesn't change my view that this is a really good
story.
Organizer's note: Many entries up to 510 and a few up to 515 words have been accepted, as mentioned in SSC Rule #1.