This short story is an entry in the 2011 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: Ageplay
Nancy
"Nancy!"
Sounds like trouble.
"Nancy June, get your bottom here right now! "
Big trouble. I'd better do as she says.
"Nancy June, what did I tell you this morning, young lady?"
"Uh, to clean my room and not get dirty."
"And now you have a huge muddy stain on your skirt, and your room is as messy as ever, isn't it, young lady?"
"Well, I was gonna clean it in a little while, but it was so nice out, and…"
"And so you decided to disobey. I hope it was worth it. You'll be spending the day in your room, Missy, and you can forget lunch. And what else happens to naughty little girls in this house?"
"Please, Ma'am, not the paddle. I'll be such a good girl, you'll see, and…"
"Quiet! Put your nose in that corner and wait until I'm ready to deal with you, naughty girl."
I blushed and moved to the corner. I knew better than to dawdle – that would only earn me a dose of the strap in addition to the paddle. I was standing in the corner, when I felt my skirt lifted and pinned to my shoulders, exposing my panty-clad bottom. I blushed and wished to cover my bottom, but I didn't dare – I kept my hands on my head.
After what felt like forever, she called me into my bedroom. There was a pillow waiting at the foot of the bed, and the punishment paddle, with its row of holes, was sitting on the bed.
"All right, naughty girl, bend over that pillow, now. Those panties are coming down."
"Please ma'am, not bare. Please!"
"You know the rule, Nancy June! All paddlings are bare bottom!"
"Yes'm"
I bent over and put my hands beneath the pillow before she could sentence me to extra for dawdling or arguing.
She lifted the paddle, and brought it down on my seat with a sharp WHACK. I yelled, and she smacked me again and again. Soon I was crying. After thirty whacks I was limp, the bedspread was wet with tears, and my rear and thighs were on fire. She let me lie there and cry for a little while.
"Get yourself up, Nancy June! I want you to finish cleaning. When I check back in an hour I want to see this room neat as a pin, and your nose in that corner, bottom still bare. If I don't, I'm getting out the strap. Clear?"
"yes'm."
I got busy cleaning up, then parked myself in the corner. I was feeling very embarrassed and thoroughly submissive.
"That's better. Good girl. You may come out of the corner, but no phone, music, or computer today. I'll call you for dinner, and put you to bed afterwards. If you're a good girl, we can have a nice cuddle then. I do love you, Nancy, but you must behave." She kissed me, hard.
Oh my. This would be a red-hot day. Now, should I behave, or …?
The End
© Copyright 2011 Rose June Mason
Reviews
Lydia Carrol
I enjoyed the little bit of ambiguity in the end. I think this is the one of the more descriptive pieces I have read in the SSS this year so far. Perhaps the character development could have been a little better in terms of the characters’ emotional depth, but overall this is a pretty decent story.