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This story was entered in the Soc.Sexuality.Spanking
short story contest.
Tell Daddy
zprymantis@smilingwithteeth.com
category - Real Life (494 words)
This story is for my Daddies, the one who never spanked me
and the one who does.
Tell Daddy
by zprymantis@smilingwithteeth.com
Daddy had been away on a business trip, six weeks in
Taiwan. She blew him kisses at night down toward the earth
and out the other side. She stared at the moon knowing that
he stared at it too. As she went to sleep, she knew he was
waking up to start his day. Concepts of time and distance
which were new to a four year old occupied her mind.
When Daddy returned there were presents and Zoey sat on
his lap and looked at her new doll. A doll with almond eyes
and long straight hair and silky pink clothes. A doll so
beautiful and very different from herself. Daddy told Zoey
that he had thought of her every night. He had looked at
the moon and blew her kisses. He had made a movie of his
trip.
Zoey watched the movie with the other relatives and
heard about the far away place. She listened as Daddy told
her about the way the people there pronounced his name, it
made her giggle. A little girl was in the movie. She was
holding Zoey's doll. She looked just like the doll, her
eyes were almond shaped and her hair was straight and black.
Daddy told everyone how cute and sweet the little girl was
and that she was four, just like Zoey. In the movie the
girl sat on her Daddy's lap and touched his scratchy face.
Everyone in the room made noises of admiration.
Zoey continued to watch the movie, but her mind clouded
with a feeling that tore at her insides. While she had been
here alone and missing her daddy that little girl had him.
Daddy had played with her, smiled at her, and Zoey had been
here with no Daddy's lap to sit on or hand to hold.
Zoey ran from the room and slammed her bedroom door.
She picked up the new doll and was about to throw it, but
held onto it instead and cried. She heard daddy coming down
the hall.
He came in, sat next to her on the bed and asked her why
she was throwing a tantrum. Zoey just couldn't put it into
words. She hated her daddy for leaving, and it hurt very
much to hate him. "I hate you" she said "and I hate this
doll too." She threw the doll against the wall of her room
and it frightened her to hear the sound it made.
Zoey's Daddy never spanked her for being jealous.
Perhaps he should have upended her right then and nipped
this in the bud, used his large gentle hands to make that
sickening pain come out to the surface, let Zoey's foolish
jealous tears swell out of her heart and down her cheeks
where they belong.
Instead he put his finger under her chin and lifted her
face to look into her eyes.
"Tell Daddy"
Thirty-six years later she does.
© 2000 by zprymantis@smilingwithteeth.com, not to be reposted or
distributed without permission
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