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: Picture
My Bedroom Corner
That's the corner. It didn't always have that table and lamp there. They are new. I spend many long hours in that corner.
Oh, the blinds were always tightly closed so that I could not look out which would have defeated the purpose of my being in the corner.
Yes, there was a purpose of being in the corner. I was supposed to think about why I was in the corner with my tail ablaze. I didn't do that like I was supposed to. I thought and plotted about how I could have avoided being spanked by not being caught doing whatever I had been most recently caught doing.
I didn't like to think about not doing the fun things that got me spanked – when I had been caught. Nor did I like to think about the novas that were burning in my recently spanked red-hot seared butt.
All that was when I was living with my parents here at home – when I was a kid. Of course, once this all became mine, I redecorated it making sure to fill corner full horrid memories. Now I have to move stuff even to clean there. I like it that way.
Why are you removing the pictures? What are you moving the table and lamp for?
Oh, you want to see what it like. It takes a few minutes to get the feeling and it helps if your hands are on top of your head and your pants and undies are about your ankles.
Yes, like that along with the blinds closed.
You didn't stay there very long. I guess you didn't like it.
Hey! What are you doing? Let me go. Don't open my belt – and my pants?
No. NO. NO! Don't pull me across your lap. I'm not a kid anymore. Stop this immediately!
OWWWWWW!
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What do you mean – get into the corner?
NO! No more spanking. … See I'm in the corner. My hands are on my head. My ass is afire. Satisfied?
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Yes. I'll do my chores. I promise – every day. Please don't spank me any more. Your spanking was worse than mom's spankings with her big wooden spoon and dad's with his huge hand.
It's not right that you spanked me. I'm not a little kid any more. I'm not a teenager any more either. I'm an adult.
I am not acting like a kid!
Well … yea I didn't do my chores. Yea, the garbage will stink for a week. I don't have clean clothes to wear. The dishes are piled to the ceiling But, it's not right what you did.
Er, …, er, … I guess that I didn't learn my lessons when I was a kid.
A second chance? I don't want a second chance. I want a butt that I can sit on – not one that's on fire.
Oh, all I have to do is behave like an adult and you won't roast my tail and park me in this corner anymore.
The End
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