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The Long Walk
by zprymantis@smilingwithteeth.com
"I have had enough of your sass Emily. Now you just take your
hind end upstairs and bring me back my hairbrush. You *know*
which one I mean!"
Of course Emily knew which hairbrush Mommy meant, the large flat
wooden brush that always sat on top of the high chest in her bedroom.
Emily had walked this long walk many times as a little girl,
past the dinning room table and up the stairs. Past the childhood
pictures hanging in the stairwell, and finally down the long narrow
hall to Mommy's bedroom. As she opened the door to Mommy's room,
and her bare feet sunk down in the plush carpet, Emily hesitated.
She always felt small in this room, and hesitant to even take
the time to glance around at her mother's personal things.
Emily stood in front of the bureau and looked at herself in the
mirror. A little girl with mussed hair and dirty elbows looked
back at her. Emily was angry. She hated everyone, even this
girl in the mirror. How could anyone love her? She made an angry
face at herself. Emily picked up the hairbrush and brought it
down with a smack to her hand. She winced.
Fifteen minutes later Emily took the long walk again, back to
her mother's room to return the hairbrush to its proper place.
This time after laying the brush gently down on the bureau, she
stared in the mirror and stared back at herself through red puffy
eyes. She took a deep ragged breath and smiled at herself. Then,
an impish grin spread across her face. She turned around and
stared over her shoulder. She hiked up her skirt and lowered
down her panties to see her red bottom in the mirror.
Emily felt very loved after her spanking. Not only did her bottom
glow red and warm, but also her heart felt light and forgiven.
She looked at herself, and saw what perhaps her mother saw, the
good little girl that lived inside herself.
© 2003 by zprymantis@smilingwithteeth.com, not to be reposted or distributed
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