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
Sacro Desco
By
"Dinner!" Mama Tia yelled from the kitchen.
As many kids as were in earshot would come running when they heard those words. Mama Tia cooked for the army of kids that invaded her home. Six were her own; the rest of us were treated like extended family. Wonderful dishes, home made bread and laughter rounded her Sacro Desco, her sacred table.
Mama Tia would scold with brilliant quips and sparkling eyes, "You messy animals, slow down, enjoy and chew!"
"Yes, Mama Tia," we'd chime.
There was never a time I felt unwelcome at Mama Tia's. I was best friends with her daughter, Cara, so many nights I'd sleep over. We'd play games on sacro desco and Mama Tia would tell us wonderful stories. Stories about the old country and about her life in America. She told of how sacro desco had been her grandparents and given to her, as a wedding present. It was her only piece of furniture from the old country. She'd tell of wonderful times around sacro desco. My favorite stories were the ones she's tell of bottoms being bared; spanked, paddled, switched or whipped, while bent over sacro desco.
The summer I turned thirteen my parents went on a business trip. I was allowed to stay with Cara for eight days. We'd play house, slide down the hill in boxes and we'd bike. Cara's house was at the end of a long steep driveway, situated halfway down the hill. Mama Tia told us many times, "Do not ride those bikes down that driveway!" Well, one day, when I was riding Cara's brother Anthony's big twelve-speed bike, I turned to coast down the driveway and the brakes went out.
Mama Tia was at the kitchen door calling us to dinner when she watched, wide-eyed, as I flew by her and right over the cliff. I landed in a short palm tree with the twelve speed hanging in its fronds. As I caught my breath Mama Tia caught up to me, "Are you all right? Get out of that tree Lori!" She was pulling me out and up that hill before I could even answer, "I'm OK Mama Tia."
When we reached the driveway Mama checked and I was OK. Cara was in tears. Mama took me into the kitchen, right up to her sacro desco.
She pushed the settings out of the way and ordered me to bend over sacro desco. I was scared, shocked and ashamed for disobeying Mama Tia. I bent over....
Next thing I know my britches and panties were pulled down and Mama Tia was saying, "You'll mind me Lori!" Mama Tia took her wooden spoon in hand and paddled my bare bottom while I cried my eyes out.
When she was done she pulled me into her arms and told me to never scare her like that again.
Now, one of the stories Mama Tia tells around her sacro desco is when she gave Lori her first taste of wooden spoon.
The End
© Copyright Peachesicu, 27 August 2003
Reviews
Jessie
Problems with grammar and punctuation were quite distracting, the frequent changes in tense, for instance. Also, the dialogue was rather strained. The spanking was nice, if brief.
Ted <quixotoes(at)aol(dot)com>
Other than the misspelling of «brakes» and the naming of a character Mama Tia (Mother Aunt), I think this is an excellent story. It uses a family heirloom to symbolize generations of loving discipline, and the telling of the story sounds as if it is a real remembrance. The narrative is crisp, the central plot point is precise, the spanking is deserved and the whole thing is about family values.
Kent Stoneking <kentls01(at)msn(dot)com>
Very delightful story...the use of the sacro desco as a focal point for the action was nicely done. I could practically smell the aromas in the kitchen (and picture the scene when Lori got her comeuppance!).