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: Child
Captured!
When I awoke I appeared to be in a basement. I was lying on a plain mattress with a single white fitted sheet on it. This was worrying! Looking around I sat up; hugged my knees and took stock of things.
I had been walking home from Endsar Elementary. It was a safe neighbourhood and I had been late 'cause of football practice. I was the midfield attacker in the junior league. Mum was expecting me home late and I supposed that was how he'd managed to snag me.
Walking home I'd heard a car-door open behind me and something had covered my mouth. Now, I was here, in a clean well presented basement. Presently the door opened, and a man walked in. He looked like a decent sort, about 25 and a desk worker, a bookworm dressed in business clothes and wearing glasses.
I was starting to boil inside with anger. I clasped it and rose to my feet. "Who the hell are you?" I demanded, "What kinda perverted freak are you? Let me go Right now there's now way I'll have sex with you!"
The man smiled at me nervously. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you!" He looked like he was cowering slightly, nervous. Like a boy talking to his unrequited crush. He put down the tray of food.
"I don't intend to keep you here." I noticed the way he was looking at the door nervously.
"You don't know what your doing do you?" I demanded!
"I. I've been watching you at the school." he responded, "Such strong legs, And such strong arms. Your special! You have talents that I've never seen in a nine year old.
"I knew it!" I frowned. "A Pedo! I'm not having sex with you!"
"I don't want sex!" The man started undoing his pants and dropped them nervously fiddling with the clasp, I stepped backwards preparing to make a dash for the door. Then the man went to the chest of draws and drew out a paddle, a switch and a cane. Nervously he laid them on the ground.
"Please. I don't care if you run off, just before you go. Please. Punish me!"
Hesitating I stepped forward and picked up the paddle. "I… Just this once! But don't come after me again!"
He turned around and using one long swing I brought the paddle down on his underwear clad rump.
When he whimpered and responded "Yes!" I grinned and followed it up with a dozen strokes, then pulled down his underwear before changing to the switch. He took each stroke, showing his pleasure at them by laughing and crying.
Such a freak. After a dozen with each implement I left, and he didn't stop me.
I spent the next day of school thinking about it. I had enjoyed it too much to stop now, my feet led me back to his house.
The End
© Copyright 2011 Toyloli
Reviews
Lydia Carrol
The story has a decent, well-written beginning. I think the sudden emotional change of the child from fear to anger to pleasure could have been handled a little better to make the story more convincing.