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This story was entered in the
Soc.Sexuality.Spanking summer short story contest in 2002.
SSC02 - child category
Waiting
zprymantis@smilingwithteeth.com
It's never easy to wait. Zoey rested her head on daddy's arm and hugged
him around the middle. Her big toe gently rubbed back and forth against
his leg. The sports commentators were talking about basketball, and
Zoey knew it was best to be quiet. Moments later, as a commercial
played, Zoey tried once again to mellow the events that were about to
happen.
"Daddy," a finger idly circling around his belly, "it's just going to
be with your hand, right?"
"We shall see, young lady." Daddy's hand gave a small rub to her
shoulder. "I might have to use the hair brush on your caboose as well."
Zoey squirmed, and felt her bottom cheeks clench involuntarily. Then
she breathed out and spoke at the same time. "Not if I am good this
time and don't grab my panties."
Daddy didn't answer, but squeezed her shoulder and she heard him breath
out and she knew he smiled.
The news was back on again, and Zoey's toe kept up its steady rubbing.
Daddy's free hand moved to his belly right in line with her field of
vision, and he turned up the volume on the remote control.
Zoey stared at his hand for the longest time, his fingers and
fingernails and the way they curled comfortably around the remote. She
put her own hand next to his and reached out one finger to rub the soft
hairs that grew on top of his fingers. She thought about his hand
holding the wooden hair brush or taking down her panties. Again, she
involuntarily clenched her bottom, aware now of her anus nestled there
and all the other parts that daddy would soon be seeing. If he used the
hairbrush she would surely lose control and kick her legs apart. A
flutter in her tummy escaped out in a desperate voice.
"Daddy?"
"Yes, Pumpkin?"
"I learned my lesson about holding onto my panties."
"That's my good girl. After your nighttime spanking, Daddy will rub
some tushy cream on that naughty little bottom of yours." Daddy hugged
her shoulder in another reassuring squeeze and moved his hand up to pet
her hair.
The announcers talked about the hockey scores and replayed the goals
from the game they had watched together earlier in the day. She heard
daddy make a soft groan as the puck again slipped past the goal post
and the goalie slumped down in despair.
"I'm sorry daddy."
"You will be."
When the sports news was over, Zoey found herself in the familiar
bottoms up postion across her Daddy's knee, waiting once again. This
time, relaxing her cheeks as his fingers tickled their way up her
bottom crack and tucked themselves into the waistband of her pajamas.
It's never easy to wait.
© 2002 by zprymantis@smilingwithteeth.com, not to be
reposted or distributed without permission
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