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Title: First Spanking (M/f)
Date: 22.10.00
Author: rcg (rcg1574@yahoo.com)
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Short Delurk:
I've been reading a.s.s. and s.s.s. for about two years now, not as a die hard fan, but rather just on a casual basis. My favorite stories are the Melody stories by Lurking Dragon. A close second are the Alex stories by Jessie Walker. What a shame that both these series are now finished. I tend to like F/f and M/f stories the most, though I will enjoy the occasional F/m or M/F as well.
Notice:
The following short story involves the spanking of a child. This is a mature subject matter. If you are under the age of majority in your area, or are uncomfortable with this of subject matter, please stop reading now. This story may not be reproduced, archived, or distributed without the explicit permission of the author. This story is entirely fictional.
Comment:
Especially as this is my first attempt at a story, feedback is welcome. I enjoy reading constructive criticism, but violent flames will be directed to /dev/null . Let me know what you thought of the style (diction, narration, background info), plot, and the characterization. How was the spanking scene? Just Fine? Too Short? Not descriptive enough? Any ways, I'm sure you get the point.
rcg
First Spanking (M/f)
"That's it Rachael, I've had enough of your games. Please go up to your room and wait for me. We're going to have a little talk." I calmly said to my ten year old charge for the evening. It was a couple of days after Halloween, and Rachael, like most kids, had far too much sugar in her system. As a result, she had been acting poorly all evening, running, jumping, and making a general mess all over the house. "Rachael, please go to your room." I said, more sternly this time. It was getting late, and I actually expected her to quiet down and obey, so I was mildly surprised when she replied
"You'll have to catch me first," and took off.
I waited for a few moments, then spoke, not yelling, but loudly enough that she would hear me wherever she was in the house. "Rachael, this is the last time I am going to tell you, go to your room right now."
"Why?", she replied, as if to challenge my authority.
"Because," I started, "it is well after your bedtime, and" I said, pausing for effect, "You're going to get a spanking." I swear that I could hear her take a sharp breath as soon as I had said that. She came out from behind the door two rooms over where she had been hiding, eyes down, and temper much more sedate. She began to open her mouth to plead, but I spoke first.
"Rachael, your behavior this evening has definitely earned you a spanking, and your actions just now have certainly done nothing to change my mind. Please go upstairs, get changed into your pj's, get ready for bed, then wait in your room. I'll be up in a few minutes. We can talk then. "In reality however, my mind was far from made. I watched her trudge upstairs dejectedly, apprehensive about what was about what was coming. Though she had a much better reason, Rachael wasn't the only one feeling nervous about what was about to happen. I went into the kitchen to run a cold glass of water and prepare myself mentally for what I had to do.
This would be the first time ever that I would spank Rachael. In the fifteen or so times that I had sat for Rachael and her little brother Dan, put soundly to sleep two hours earlier, I had never spanked either child, even though I had been given explicit permission to do so by their mother almost every time she left me in charge. It was hardly the case that Rachael had been so good as to never deserve a spanking, but every time she became rowdy, my courage disappeared before the threat of a spanking became reality. Rachael was, after all, almost ready to begin that move from childhood to adolescence. She had her modesty. I sipped my glass of water, set it down on the counter, then set upstairs with thebutterflies in my stomach of one who might be on the other end of the deal.
Reaching the top of the stairs, I poked my head into Dan's room. He was sound asleep. Quietly I closed his door and made my way through the cluttered hall to Rachael's room. I knocked lightly upon the door, waited a second for a response, then opened the door slowly. She was lying on top of her bed, face buried in her pillow. She was wearing a pair of long white and blue flannel pajamas, as this was an old house and could get quite cold in November. I took a seat in her desk chair and asked her to sit up and face me. She did. I started off by asking, " Rachael, can you tell me why you were acting the way you were?," trying my best to prevent the nervousness I felt from showing in my voice and on my face.
"No," she answered meekly.
"Was it possible you were just looking for attention?", I suggested in an attempt to illicit a longer response.
She shook her head to indicate no, then began to speak quietly. "I guess I just felt like annoying you tonight. I know that's not very nice, but is was just so fun to watch your temper shorten."
"Thank you Rachael, I appreciate honesty. Is there anything else you want to say before we move on? " She silently mouthed no. "Ok then, this is what is going to happen. I'll sit here on your bed, then you can take your pyjama pants off, and lie over my lap with your bottom right in the middle. I'll spank you till I decide you've had enough. I know It'll be hard, but try not to squirm or kick too much. Keep your hands in front of you and don't try and get away. This spanking is well earned, and you know that. Ok?" I told Rachael. I was starting to become more confident now that my first experience at spanking was becoming more imminent. I moved across the room and sat on the edge of her bed, since her desk chair had armrests on it.
"Now Rachael," I continued, "take off you pj bottoms and come over this side of me." She turned away from me to preserve her dignity, slipped her pants off, and walked over to my right side with her hands clasped in front of her. I gently bent her over my lap, and moved her hands across to my left side, before pulling her so that she was placed with her hips at the center of my lap. Without any warning, I brought my hand down onto her bared bum, quickly but with little force. It made a light smack, and she squealed more from surprise than pain. I didn't pause long before bring my palm down again, this time with slightly more force. For the next eight spanks I gradually increased the impact, so that by the end of the tenth spank, her fanny was beginning to heat up and pinken. I paused briefly to allow her to catch a breath, before bringing my hand down with a sharp motion on the underside of her bum. She squealed and squirmed, but it was less than a second before I landed another hard spank, tis time on the upper part of her bum. For the next 18 spanks, I continued to spank hard, moving the swats all around her bottom, at a rate of about one per second. By the time I had reached the thirtieth spank overall, she was crying vigorously, and her bottom end was a light shade of red. For the next couple spanks, I did not lighten the impact of my palm, despite the fact that it was beginning to sting a bit, but rather slowed the spanks so that one was coming every four to five seconds. I paused to improve my hold on her, as she was kicking her legs, squirming, and struggling to get away. As I was not quite done, I held her tightly. I finished my spanking with three quick hard spanks, which caused her to squirm ever more. Had Danny not been such a sound sleeper, he might have been woken up by Rachael's crying. In any case however, he knew far better than to disturb a spanking. After the 36th and final spank, I held Rachael over my lap until her crying began to subside, the allowed her to get up. I gave her a hug, which she returned by grasping onto me and burying her head in my sweater. I took a tissue from her bedside table and used it to wipe the tears from beneath her eyes.
Then, I spoke "It's all over, and you're forgiven - just remember that you did deserve that, and it could happen again if you misbehave."
"I know," she responded through her tears, which were falling more lightly now. I stood up and picked up her pyjama pants. As I handed them to her, she seemed to become aware of her modesty again, and quickly slipped them on. She crawled onto bed, and lay down on her tummy. I turned to leave, flipped off the light switch, and bid Rachael "Goodnight," then added "remember Rachael, I only did that because I care about you. I hope you sleep well." and quietly shut the door. I checked on Danny - he was sound asleep - then went downstairs to get a glass of water, and reflect on a successful first spanking.
The End
Once again, I appreciate any comments you have to offer. I'd like to remind everyone that this is a fictional story, and that the spanking of real children is a very complex issue. I have quite a few more story ideas, plus one rl to share, so if the feedback on this is good, I'll take the time to hammer them out.
rcg