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
Cyber Love
By
Valerie Meilong <meilong@excite.com>
She dumped her backpack on the floor. Not much homework tonight, thank God!
She leaped to her computer. Yes! A message! She squirmed with delight.
She'd been corresponding with him for over a year now, and the affair was getting serious. It had now blossomed into deep cyber love.
She had access to her computer only after school, before her parents got home from work. He said he used the company computer; and could only correspond weekdays in the afternoon but was available on Saturday afternoons. This suited her. Her father usually went to a ball game on Saturdays, and her mother went out shopping. She was alone at these hours.
She'd said she was twenty. He said vaguely he was older than that. The evasion amused her. She said she'd call him daddy.
One day she naughtily said that because it was hot she was typing in her underwear. He demanded details. She didn't respond for several days; as a thirteen-year-old girl she was shy about talking details of underwear with a stranger. But next day she gave him a sexy description; from her imagination of course.
The correspondence became prurient. He said he wanted to put his hand between her legs. She said he was naughty and deserved to be spanked. He made her promise to do that one day. She replied that as her daddy he ought to be spanking her, not the other way round. He eagerly agreed to this too, and for a month or two spanking was the main subject of their correspondence. She invented stories of how her real father spanked her, always on the bare, of course. She enjoyed these fantasies.
Recently, he'd suggested a rendezvous. They could go to a motel he knew of, just out of town. Eventually she agreed to meet him at the bus depot next Saturday afternoon.
She was overwhelmed with excitement. It was a bold, exciting adventure, so grown up; thrilling; not really dangerous. And she could tell her parents she'd been invited to a girl-friend's birthday party and would be home late.
He said he'd wear a dark jacket, with a yellow flower in his button-hole, and would carry a copy of The Times. She was cagey about what she would wear. If he were horrid and really old, she could walk away, she reasoned.
She told her father about the party. No problem. He'd be working overtime, maybe late getting home himself.
She got to the bus station, shivering with excitement. Would he believe she was twenty? Would he be handsome? Romantic? Strong and virile as a daddy should be? Would he spank her as he had promised? Would he deflower her? Oh, she hoped so.
The bus depot was crowded, and it took her a long time to spot him. But there he was, dark jacket, yellow flower, copy of The Times under his arm.
Her heart stopped beating. He was handsome all right. But there was a problem.
It was her father!
The End
© Copyright Valerie Meilong 25 August 2003
Reviews
Pam <PamiMac(at)aol(dot)com>
Not sure what this story did to or for me. It reminded me of another story recently
posted with the same sort of premise but they went in different veins. Both were pretty
chilling. It is a wonder sometimes just who IS on the other side of a conversation. I
thought this read pretty well.
<justacatfish(at)aol(dot)com>
Liked it but in a way, very predictable. Now, what we might call a cliff
hanger. Now what if, just thinking about a way to round out the story, the Dad was
not really the Cyber guy but somehow had gotten into her Emails and laid a trap? Anyhow....
Huh Chuh <huhchuh(at)yahoo(dot)com>
I find this story humorous for its accidental nature in that both father and daughter enjoy the
internet and spanking and sex or at least fantasies about the last two. It's funny that both
parties lied to the other. He lied to his daughter, not to the online identity that was his
daughter. She lied to the online identity that turned out to be her father.
This story hits a major squick button at the idea and hint of incest. I know that fantasizing and writing between entities is different than in life, in person contact; but still, to find out that you've been fantasizing about your father/daughter for several months is squickish to me.
Wow. I love the complexity of this story. Thank you!