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Imaginary Friend
by zprymantis@smilingwithteeth.com
Imaginary Friend You are never lonely if you have an imaginary
friend,
but sometimes your friend can get you spanked. That is what happened
to
me when I was five years old.
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There is something about a childish mind that turns a sloping
driveway
into a mountain, and a sidewalk into a highway, and the neighbor's
front
yard can seem a day's journey away. Lisabeth was squatting on
her
heels, staring into the puddle that formed at the corner near
the
sidewalk. The back of her dress touched the ground as her panty
clad
bottom hovered over the damp grass and the white rubber tips of
her red
sneakers dug into the slime.
Bikes and careless walkers had cut short their journey by sidewalk
across the lawn and made a diagonal rut that filled with water
after a
rain. This wonderful muddy lake and its tiny floating bits of
grass
fascinated Lisabeth and her imaginary friend. They chattered
to each
other as they drug a stick back and forth through the muck. When
she
dug down deeper, Lisabeth noticed that water flowed from one side
of the
puddle and swirled into the newly formed hole. When she poked
her stick
near the sidewalk, yanking up some rooted grass with a fine mist
of mud
spraying up onto her face, the water would flow out of the town
and onto
the sidewalk highway. As Lisa and her imaginary friend saved
the town
from the flood, they forgot all about their dress, and their red
Keds
and their mother who had warned them not to get dirty, until they
heard
her voice calling to them.
Lisa ran home, smiling and feeling so clean and happy inside.
Her
child's mind refreshed from the joy of discovering puddles, mud
and
water seeking its level. She was unaware of her muddy shoes,
and muddy
face, and muddy dress until she saw her mother's face, frowning
in her
direction from the front door.
"Didn't I tell you not to play in the mud?"
"Y..yes"
"How did you get mud all over your dress, then?"
"It wasn't me, it was my friend."
This was the truth, as real as anything else in her world, the
mountain,
the highway, and the town she had just saved from the flood.
Lisa never
lied!
Her mother, most likely amazed by the truth, wanted details.
Lisabeth
complied, essentially describing her imaginary twin. Her friend
had
curly brown hair and was wearing a brown and yellow plaid dress
and red
tennis shoes. She faced toward the corner, and pointed, trying
to make
her mother see what she could see. To this day, she can still
see her
friend stooped there, moving the stick back and forth through
the mud.
Her mother looked toward the corner and frowned. She made Lisabeth
leave her shoes on top the rubber mat and step inside the house.
Inside
was the end of the imaginary universe where driveways were mountains,
and sidewalks were highways, and muddy corners were flooded towns
a
day's journey away. Inside was the reality of a muddy dress and
wet
socks and a mother who was tugging a naughty little girl across
her lap.
Lisabeth's mother held her hand and walked with her down the hall
toward
the bathroom. She sat down on the closed toilet seat with the
fuzzy
blue cushion and placed her daughter over her knee. Lisabeth's
mother
lifted the hem of her wet dress with four pinching fingers as
she sighed
with displeasure. The dress was folded up on her back exposing
two
plump bottom cheeks etched in the moist cotton fabric and young
smooth
legs leading down to a pair of muddy white socks. Her damp panties
were peeled down and bunched at her thighs leaving her pink naughty
rump
face up and bare on her mother's knee. The realization that her
mother
didn't believe her, and that she was going to be spanked, and
the
unfairness of it all, had Lisabeth's frustration bubbling out
as her
legs kicked up and down in protest and one little hand reached
back palm
up to delay the first swat.
Her mommy grabbed her by the wrist and pinned it at the small
of her
back, Lisabeth let out an alarmed wail of protest.
"No, mommy please no!"
Despite her protests Mommy started spanking Lisabeth with her
hand. The
stinging slaps to her bottom had the little girl rocking forward
and
back, her hair swinging back and forth in front of her eyes.
It seemed
that each of her mommy's smacks found a different part of her
bottom on
which to land. There was a smack to her sit spot and then one
to her
thighs then one higher as she kicked and struggled while her mommy's
hand went back and forth from cheek to cheek, and the wiggling
Lisabeth
squirmed from side to side.
The protest, screams, kicks and cries gave way to confusion, doubt
and
anger. In her heart the little girl believed her friend had gotten
her
muddy yet, her mommy's heart seemed equally convinced that it
wasn't
true.
Her mother asked her one more time to tell the truth, and Lisabeth,
despite the burning in her bottom, answered in a way that caused
her
mother to reach for a hairbrush resting atop the fuzzy blue toilet
tank.
"I didn't play in the mud, the other girl did it!"
Mommy's voice growled now, unhappy that her daughter could be
so
stubborn. She spanked with a purpose, holding the little girl
tightly
so wiggling was no longer possible. One of her hands wrapped
around her
daughter, wedging her bottom tightly against her body and preventing
the
little girl from rolling to her side. This time the spanks rained
down
in one area and the little girl's behind had a bright red circular
spot
on each bottom cheek.
Lisabeth squealed at first but after a moment or two of the hairbrush,
no protest was possible. She opened her mouth but nothing came
out.
This time Mommy didn't ask for the truth, she simply spanked the
truth
into her daughter.
Lisabeth no longer believed in what she had seen, she felt confused
and
upset and as her mother twisted around to return the hairbrush
to the
fuzzy blue shelf, the little girl burst into sorrowful tears.
Mother and daughter hugged each other, both upset with tears in
their
eyes. The mother's hand rubbed her daughter's hot bottom as the
little
girl reached around her with a comforting hug. They each understood
that the other had failed them. They each forgave and comforted,
and
felt sad that something had been lost.
After a bath, fresh clothes and a sandwich, a mother needed to
drive to
the store. As they backed down the mountain, and along the cement
highway, and turned at the town saved by the flood, the little
girl
stared out the window, and waved a goodbye to her friend and the
mud.
© 2004 by zprymantis@smilingwithteeth.com, not to be reposted or distributed
without permission
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