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SSC 02 - First/Last category
This story was entered in the Soc.Sexuality.Spanking summer
short story contest in 2002.
Tugging
by zprymantis@smilingwithteeth.com
In the great green room, there was a telephone and a red balloon.
These were the two new additions to the jumble of her bedroom. Teresa
fingered the buttons on the telephone, a princess telephone, a birthday
present from her Aunt Maurine, something a girl turning sixteen would
need.
Terri walked toward the window glancing out, not really seeing
anything. Maybe in a year she might actually hear it ring, have a boy
call, go on a date. She walked toward the closed bedroom door and
listened again. She could hear the clinks of silverware drifting up the
stairs. She paced in front of her desk, the chair turned round facing
into the room, the balloon tied to the back rest, drifting up and down,
tugging to get free.
Green lima beans had done her in again. She should have eaten them and
not complained. Being sixteen made no difference to her father though.
He didn't wait to listen to her argument, simply ending all discussion
with the words booming out. "UPSTAIRS!"
She touched the buttons of the telephone again, dialed a number without
picking up the receiver. "Hello, this is Terri. Oh yes, Paul, I would
love to go to the movies. You can pick me up at seven. I'll be ready."
She paced back in front of the chair, the balloon knocking into her
shoulder. She heard the door open.
Daddy put her face down across his lap with her skirt lifted. Her
fingers dug helplessly into the green carpet. His fingers tucked
beneath the elastic of her panties, and she felt them start to slide
down her sides. He didn't wait to listen to her argument, simply ending
all discussion with the words booming out, "You should have thought of
THAT before…" as her bare maturing bottom was what her daddy now could
see.
He waited before he started spanking, the wide paddle resting on her
exposed skin, as he slowly went over the rules. She could see herself,
as if from above, the desk chair, the red balloon tugging, her father's
stern gaze, her panties bunched down just below the curve of her
plumbed bottom, her long blond hair hanging down to cover her face, her
ankles crossed at her short little socks, her school skirt hanging down
between her father's slightly spread knees.
She felt his grip tighten on her side as the paddle raised up, then
landed with a sting. Terri started to cry, plead, and beg. Her feet
kicked apart, her head bobbed like the balloon, helpless to get away.
Daddy left her crying on her bed, face down, red bottoms up. He gave a
gentle rub to her bottom before leaving, cleared his throat, and
quietly closed the door.
Terri saw a movement from the corner of her eye, the red balloon
tugging to get free from the chair. She thought about raising the
window and watching it fly free. She smiled. The red balloon was better
off here, for now, and so was she.
© 2002 by zprymantis@smilingwithteeth.com, not to be
reposted or distributed without permission
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