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This story was entered in the
soc.sexuality.spanking short story contest for the year 2003.
SSC'03 - Child
Play Piano
by zprymantis@smilingwithteeth.com
This story was entered in the
soc.sexuality.spanking newsgroup Summer Short Story Contest. Archives
and rules for each years contest can be found at the sssnewsgroup
website.
SSC03 [child] Play Piano - zprymantis
Play Piano
By zprymantis
Mr. Baldwin pointed to the spot in her music book with his slender
finger. His nails had moons and a white strip of clean manicured edge.
She readjusted her eyes, his finger blurred. She focused on the black
dots till they formed into notes and lines. One at a time her fingers
moved into position. She alternately looked down at her hands then up
at the page, concentrating on the music as she tried to ignore the
sound of his steady breathing. She pressed down. No. Her chest
tightened and she moved her middle finger half a note back and pressed
her hands down again. She could feel a drop of sweat trickle down her
side.
He sat down on the bench beside her and his leg touched hers. She
carefully inched to the left, slowly and just enough so they were no
longer touching. He made marks in her book as she studied his hand
again, and felt his leg bump against hers. He turned and looked at her,
and she stared up into his grey eyes, as she promised solemnly to
practice every day. He smiled and nodded, and she blushed. Then he
glanced toward the clock and decided they had some time for him to
play. He usually ended the lesson by playing for her, just for fun.
This was her favorite part.
He grabbed a music book, and it opened almost automatically to a page
filled with tiny notes. He slid a bit to the left on the bench while
his foot reached comfortably for the pedals. His leg was pressed
against hers now, and she had no room to move away, so she remained in
place. A flutter passed through and down between her legs and her heart
thumped into her ears.
When his arm moved to the deep dark notes in front of her, his
shirtsleeve flapped against her bare leg. As he pumped the pedal his
leg moved against hers. Her ears filled with music; her eyes focused on
his hands dancing along the keys. His sleeve spanked rhythmically
against her bare thigh. She felt afraid and out of control. It was
scary and good.
As promised, she would practice each day, her imaginary piano teacher
keeping watch behind her. He would sit beside her and sorrowfully tell
her that her mistakes were too many and a punishment was due. She'd
walk slowly to her bedroom. The fear would flutter and pulse, doing its
deed, pressing her forward to play this piano game.
She lowered her panties down and waited for the spanks. A girl of
twelve, shorts and panties down to her knees, propped on a pillow,
alone in her bedroom, waiting for a punishment. The anticipation of the
first spank made her bottom tingle and clench. Imagining it made her
clench again and again. A loss of control, a loss of focus, ears filled
with the natural rhythm of music and pumping blood. It was scary and
good.
© 2003 by zprymantis@smilingwithteeth.com, not to be reposted or
distributed without permission
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