Each summer there is a Short Story Contest in the newsgroup soc.sexuality.spanking. It is only a contest in the general sense since the only strict rules are a limit of 500 words and that the stories are related to spanking. Usually there are categories but with such brief stories it is not very significant.
All my stories are fiction and are spanking related. If such subject is offensive, uninteresting or if you are a minor (i.e., child) please leave now.
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- To Be First in the SSC-2005 (A/A, spank, domestic) Adult
- The Return of Spiderman to the Tramway (M/b, spank, rom) Strange Places
- Kissing the Gunner's Daughter (M/t, spank) Strange Places
- Party Poopers (F/gg, spank) Not My Kink
- Warm Up Show (M/bb, spank) Child
- As Plain As the Nose On Your Face (M/b, strap, parental) Child
- First Spanking (M/F, spank) Strange Places
- Forging a Bond (T/M, spank, domestic) Ageplay
- To Young to Hang (M/b, spank, judicial) Historical
- Old Problem; Old Solution (M/t, spank, cane, school, SciFi, machine) SciFi
1: As soon as my regular readers read the first sentence, they will know that I'm up to my tricks once again with a genders-not-specified-for-my-characters story. I've even decided to try a different style as I'm presenting this in a play format (nothing in the rules about that). And, yes, one more trick, there is another non-specific gender domestic spanking SSC story within the play. Incidentally, I came up with this idea at the end of Memorial Day while June 1 was still the expected start date although the rules had not yet been posted. Try to read it with that mind set and please do enjoy it.
To Be First in the SSC-2005
Setting: Pat is already in bed while Sam is working on a PC in their bedroom.
Pat: It's late! Come to bed – now.
Sam: Soon. I want to write this story for the SSC which starts in the morning. I want to be first.© YLeeCoyote
Pat: First does not matter; quality matters. Beside the rules haven't even been posted. Come to bed – now – or else.
Sam: [whining] I want to be first!
Pat: Do you have a story idea? Even a category yet? I can see the screen is still BLANK.
Sam: Er, er.
Pat: Come to bed, please. It's late and we have to go to work early.
Sam: There always an 'Adult' category and a 500 word limit. I'm getting an idea – LOVERS SQUABBLE. I know a lot about those. [giggles]
Sam: [keying furiously] It was the sale of the year and Robin could not resist going even though they had overspent for the last three months. Robin had faithfully promised not to shop any more. The interest payments more than made up for the savings. But, Robin could not resist. The bill would not come for weeks and weeks. [keying pause]
Pat: [exasperated] Come to bed, now! [pause] This is the last time I'm going to say it.
Sam: In a few minutes. [keying again] If I don't pay the electric and phone then I can cover the minimum on the credit card. The utilities will wait. [keying pause]
Pat: [gets out of bed and starts reading the screen.] mmmmuh. I know how that ends. [sits down and starts keying] But Robin's plan failed once again for this month for Alex paid the utilities first and the credit card bill came on a Saturday. Alex was soon lecturing Robin for a very long time before lowering jeans and underwear for a long and hard spanking. Robin's naughty bottom quickly turned bright red as its temperature soared to the melting point of gold. Robin cried for hours; credit cards were confiscated. The End. [saves story and shuts down the computer]
Sam: That's good. But you need to tell how the Alex's hand prints formed and how Robin's bottom turns to pink, to red and finally to dark crimson along with cries and promises. That would make it really interesting.
Pat: You think so?
Sam: Absolutely. I'll do it tomorrow.
Pat: [returns to bed leading Sam by the wrist and sits] But excess shopping is not the only thing lovers quarrel about. [Pat pulls Sam overlap]
Sam: No, no, NO!
Pat: [Yanks down Sam's pj's] Let's see how it works. [SPANK]
Pat: [waits] Yes, I can see my hand print form. [More spanks]
Sam: OOOUUWWH! OOOUUWWH! OOOUUWWH! OOOUUWWH!
Pat: Yes, you're so right. It does change gradually. You're pink now. [Some more spanks]
Pat: Now you're red. [Spanks long and hard for effect] [pause] Yes, it does turn crimson just like you said. [they get into bed, hugging]
© Copyright A.I.L. June 1, 2005
2: I've set this on the Tramway that was featured in the Spiderman movie. Being a small space, holding only 125 passengers, which takes less than five minutes for the entire trip from Manhattan to Roosevelt Island, I felt this was a strange place for a spanking especially with the other coincidences. More info at en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Roosevelt_Island_Tramway
The Return of Spiderman to the Tramway
It was thrilling beyond his wildest dreams. The tramway over the East River; the very same one in the Spiderman movie, was stuck. The operator said that there was nothing to worry about and they would be moving shortly. But ten-year-old Peter in his Spiderman outfit could not have been more pleased. As he ran back and from one window to the next hoping that his hero, no THE ONE AND ONLY SUPER HERO, would swing down from the big bridge and with a human web to rescue him and the others. Definitely one of his most extreme fantasies.
It was not the Green Goblin that got Peter into trouble. The other passengers were unhappy with the junior Spiderman causing the car to swing. They had irrational fears of falling in the river below. The operator told his mother to restrain the lad. She tried but an ten-year-old super hero is hard to restrain.
Then there was a sudden change. A solder just grabbed the lad by the wrist and held him up. Abruptly the boy froze and hung limply. Even at ten he realized that the solder was stronger than most men as well as huge. He had the bars and special forces badges that his father had. He had been captured. He had to be brave. What would …? What could …?© YLeeCoyote
He missed much of the conversation the solder had with his mother. What he did hear was his mother saying: "… but his father was killed at the front and I can not spank him like he needs."
"Yes, ma'am, my own late wife had the same problem with our sons. May I offer my services?"
"Yes, thank you." Peter could not believe what he was hearing. "I would appreciate that."
The other passengers cleared the seat and the solder sat down. Peter wanted ever so much to jump but that was not possible for he was not really a super hero. Some of the ribbons on the stranger's uniform were like those on his father's uniform. Was this solder a hero like his father?
"Peter," the solder said, "you been naughty disturbing everyone. You have earned a spanking."
That was just what his father always said and he knew what to answer. "Yes, sir. I'm sorry."
The solder lowered his Spiderman tights «I must be brave.» and his Spiderman briefs. «I must be brave.» He was pulled overlap; just like his father had done «I must be brave.» but he knew he would cry. The first spank came and it hurt; it seared his young bottom. Then the torrent of spanks came and soon Peter was crying as expected of a well-spanked boy. His clothes were restored. His mother comforted him; tears were wiped away.
He looked at the solder's ribbons again. He pointed. "My daddy had that one; and that; and that."
The tram started up again. The three went to explore Roosevelt Island hand-in-hand.
© Copyright A.I.L., July 1, 2005
3: I've set this on the USS Constitution the oldest commissioned warship in the world in these modern times. I felt this was an unusual location (in time-space) for a spanking. More info at ussconstitutionmuseum.org/ about the ship and at www.corpun.com/kiss1.htm about the punishment. In the US, sea scouts are fourteen to twenty-years-old.
Kissing the Gunner's Daughter
Roger Kentfield dressed in his spanking-new sea scout uniform to visit the USS Constitution. He had wanted to be a sailor since he could remember anything. He had been anxious and excited about the visit since the vacation was planned. The day was perfect for the visit and he was first on line that morning. Everything was thrilling and he could not stay still for even a second, running and climbing all over the oldest commissioned warship in the world. «If only it was under sail and I was in command.»
Even the patient crew had enough. An ensign quickly put a stop to it with a brisk "Come down at once, Mister." when he was climbing the rigging. That was an order and he had to obey. But he had been called 'mister' and not 'sailor' or, horrors, 'boy'. The last was unthinkable, the second was for EM and the first was for MIDSHIPMEN – officers to be. "REPORT." barked the officer. He responded with his name and rank. "Your conduct is unbecoming to a Midshipman." He realized that two sailors were next to him. "Follow me."
Only a few seconds later they were by a cannon. A bo's'n mate was standing there with a strap. "Four, bo's'n."© YLeeCoyote
"Aye, Aye, Sir."
"Drop 'em and over the cannon, lad." said one of the sailors. He was surprised. He had thoughts of running but that was not the way of an officer – or even a wannabe officer. (Surely this had happened even to Farragut in his time.) He opened his belt and pants letting them fall to the deck. He hesitated trying to remember if the tradition was bare or not. He slid his skivvies down and quickly bent over the cannon. One of the sailors squatted down to take hold of his wrists. He pulled away for he was not a coward.
Only then was he aware of the tour talk to the other visitors about how midshipmen were punished. His position, known as to kiss the gunner's daughter was described in detail. His offence and sentence likewise as his butt felt the hot rays of the sun.
"Ready lad." whispered the sailor. The bo's'n mate swung. The strap made its mark; the lad howled but stayed put. Three more times the strap spoke but he bit his tongue to keep silent as his butt was tanned. The sailor told him to get up. He did quickly.
After that he was the most perfectly behaved sea scout you could imagine. One of the sailors took him around and he even got to explore restricted areas.
Leaving he talked with another lad who wondered about the next demo. "That was NO DEMO! That was for real!" he snapped. "And it fucken' hurt!"
A month later Roger's Ship got an email message: "I met Scout Kentfield of your Ship on the USS Constitution. Has he told you about kissing the gunner's daughter? ;-) Enjoy the pictures on my site." An URL was enclosed.
© Copyright A.I.L., July 3, 2005
Nick was most happy that the rain stopped so that the lawn would be dry for his twelfth birthday party at noon tomorrow. Neither his friends nor he cared about it being muddy but his father was very strict – spanking strict – about not playing on wet grass. His kid sisters, twin brats, were scheduled to go with their friends that day. Nick had happily been away for their tenth birthday party a few months earlier.
But it turned out that Kylee and Rene stayed home. Their parents made them promised to leave the boys alone. Things were going well at noon. The boys were playing and dad was getting the barbeque going.
By 12:18 things had changed. The sprinklers had been turned on. Although dad immediately dashed for the valves it took a while to find the key that Kylee tossed into the bushes. A few minutes were sufficient to render the lawn unusable with the ground previously soaked. The girls were quickly caught by the pack of angry boys and rendered up for justice unharmed.© YLeeCoyote
The boys really did not really care about getting a bit wet but the front lawn was much smaller and that restricted the games that they could play.
The girls had erred and turned on two zones and thus had gotten soaked. They were quite bedraggled by the time they looked up to a very irate mother standing on the porch while surrounded by a dozen boys fully expecting to see justice done – immediately.
The lecture was first and then girls had to climb the steps for their spanking. To their horror, mother calmly pulled their wet T-shirts off and then their jeans along with their sneakers leaving them in just their soaked panties.
The girls begged but mother was not hearing their pleas. They had not only significantly disrupted the party and been mean-spirited but they had also broken their promises. Kylee was first. Right after mother sat before flipping her over her lap she pulled down the wet panties. Kylee did not like that at all although the boys were all smiling. Nick especially because that is how he got spanked. In a few short minutes, Kylee was bawling and had kicked her panties off. She was told to face the wall while her sister got her spanking. Soon there were two girls studying the wall with their hands on their heads and a dozen grinning boys admiring two cute red-hot little girl-bottoms.
That half hour seemed like an eternity to the two girls but the worst was yet to come. Dressed just right for a birthday party, they had to stand on the porch and apologize to the boys. It took them four tries before they did to their mother's satisfaction. Then they were banished to their room and forbidden to turn anything on.
Nick saved some birthday cake for them even though he knew that they did not deserve any at all for it would earn him points with his parents.
© Copyright A.I.L., July 4, 2005
There is a Version Two of this story with the genders reversed. It is at PartyPoopers.html
Warm Up Show
They had to get there early in order to get a good spot; a good viewpoint for the fireworks. Unfortunately, that meant waiting a long time for the show to begin. They had brought some games for play and food to nibble but nothing to drink because of the lack of toilets on the highway.
The entire den was there and they managed to keep within reasonable bounds. The cops only had to snarl at them twice an hour to not sit or climb on the north/south roadway barrier. Since the cops kept moving the repetition was not noticed by officialdom. Many in the crowd understood their antics for they had their own children.© YLeeCoyote
But as the show time approached the crowd got bigger and more closely packed. That was just the time that the boys needed more space. But their space was cut and cut. Not quite as packed as the rush hour subway but more than enough for conflict.
Warnings were issued several times and then ultimatums. Kyle and Kev were the unlucky ones for Mr. Handford had gotten beyond the breaking point.
"OK, which one of you started this?" he asked. The boys looked at each other. They knew what was in store. They conferred in whispers as all watched. These were important matters – of honor and kids versus adults.
"We both did." they said in unison.
"Very well…" said Handford reasonably wise in the way of boys. "…who's first?"
A quick game of rock-scissor-paper ensued and Kyle stepped forward. Handford sat on the foodbox as Kyle dropped his shorts and briefs. It did not matter that the crowd was watching. He must be a man in front of his peers. He lay cross the lap. "Ready, sir."
He got twenty hard spanks. They turned his butt quite red. "Thank you, sir." he said as he got up. Then it was Kev's turn. He was just as brave. He would lose much respect if he was otherwise. They both leaned on the barrier, side-by-side, to exhibit their bright red tails. Yes, it was embarrassing in some ways but there was touch of pride as well. After ten minutes, they pulled up their pants and were just part of the pack again.
Many in the crowd, both young and old watched the warm-up show with great interest. There were whispered comments about how loud the spanks were and how they would compare to official show later. How bright and intense the reds were.
Other kids inquired about the event and were told, in most macho terms, that it was nothing. Parents asked how effective the technique was and were told to observed the results.
The fireworks were spectacular. On the way home, the boys discussed the comments they had collected from the crowd, especially with their eavesdropping gear. They had plenty of stuff for their den project – «How child abuse is accepted by the public at large.»
© Copyright A.I.L., July 4, 2005
Note: Here in NYC, the Macy*s spectacular firework display on the Fourth is done from barges on the East River (actually a channel). The main viewing location is on the elevated FDR Highway which is three lanes in each direction running parallel to the water. The police keep the water side for themselves and emergency services. The public gets two lanes to watch from and the last lane is maintained as a pedestrian walkway. One year I was directly opposite from the central barge. It was only 0.3 miles (500 m) away. I was too close for I could feel the concussions as well as hearing them. Great show, though.
As Plain As the Nose On Your Face
He was late for dinner not to mention that he should have been home two hours earlier to do his chores and his homework. But his father was not angry for, old as he was, he remembered how he would play with his friends after school. Ah, those were among the very best memories he had of when he was a carefree boy. It would be cruel to deprive his son, his only son, his most beloved son, of such wonderful experiences. All too soon, the boy would be a man without time to play or to relish the wonders of the world. The chores would wait, unlike cows needing milking, and there was oil for the lamp to study by after dinner.
There was a small whirlwind, the door slammed and the boy was there. The exuberant boy overflowing with life itself. The old man did his best to remember when he felt like that, lo so many long years ago. The room seem less chilly now; even before the boy gave him a great big hug and a kiss. "Look, papa," he cried holding up two good size fish, "Vicente and I went fishing after school and caught several. Tonight we can eat well." he added proudly. They could not afford even the old fish in the market to say nothing of the fresh ones.© YLeeCoyote
"How wonderful, boy." he answered taking the fish to the sink to prepare them for the frying pan. The small piece of cheese he planed on eating would wait for another day. He wished that they had more than half a glass of wine to wash it down but a cobbler does not earn much and with school fees to pay…sacrifices must be made. With some education, the boy would have a better life.
"It is late, son. You had best do your homework. I'll clean up."
"I've done it, papa, while the line was waiting for the fish." responded the boy.
He sighed. "You're lying, son. Did you even go to school today?"
The boy knew the jig was up. "No, papa." He stared at the floor shamefaced. This was not the first time. The boy well knew how his father felt about this. He knew also what promises he had made.
"Drop your trousers and bend over, boy."
"Yes, papa." he said bravely. It was pointless to argue.
As the father pulled his belt from his trousers the boy got into position. "It is very bad to skip school. It will affect your entire life."
"WHACK!" growled the strap dozen times as it kissed the upturned bottom leaving it hot and red.
The boy pulled up his pants and hugged his father. "But the fish was good, papa, no?"
"The fish was very good, son, but school is most important."
"Yes, papa. But how did you know?" he asked.
"Why it was as plain as the nose on your face, Pinocchio." said Geppetto
© Copyright A.I.L., July 7, 2005
7: The spanking situation is quite common. The setting is what make it in the strange places category. Somehow I don't think it would really fit into historic nor missing scene categories. Try to guess the setting before the end.
They had a very comfortable life. It was their birthright to enjoy forever. Forever provided that they followed a few rules set by the Lord of the Manor. Everything they needed was right there at hand for the taking.
Several times he noticed that she was going to that special place; the one place that was forbidden. A couple of times he saw her talking to a neighbor of questionable character. A good husband he admonished her for the transgressions and reminded her of the dire consequences of breaking of the cardinal rule. "The Lord is strict." he explained her.
Her actions worried him greatly. He did not want to lose the wonderful residence with its lush gardens filled with tasty fruit heavy on the trees and savory fat grazers. He reached the end of his patience after seeing her talking with the bad neighbor near the forbidden area and even trying to hide when he came near. Once again he lectured her and, then reluctantly, took her over his lap.© YLeeCoyote
For the very first time he spanked her. Her delectable bottom turned bright red like the forbidden fruit and she cried loudly. She promised to behave properly. They comforted each other for a long time.
But two days later she was lead astray by the bad one. She entered the forbidden area and took some of the prohibited fruit. There was a plethora good, tasty fruit on lots of other trees and vines but she took of the forbidden tree. Then, feeling most guilty, she shared some of the forbidden fruit with him.
It was not long after that the Lord called them to task for their transgression. They were banished forthwith – never again to enjoy the pleasures and peace of the Garden of Eden.
© Copyright A.I.L., July 7, 2005
Forging a Bond
The divorce had been messy and Jason moved away. He worked hard in many places and sent birthday gifts as well as support from strange and distant places. When Junior was almost out of high school Jason settled down. Junior decided that he would visit his father and told his mother that in no uncertain terms. She agreed for she knew she couldn't stop him.
Both were pleased with the reunion. Father, gruff and earthy from years in construction camps, was pleased that Junior was a large, strong, intelligent and athletic youth. Son, that he was going to get to know the real man that was his dad. Much life they had to share.
One evening dad had a bit too much to drink at dinner but since they could walk home, it was not really a problem. The situation was different in the morning. Junior found dad passed out the porch in the morning in his own puke. Apparently he had over indulged. Junior used the garden hose. While dad slept it off, Junior searched through the photo album for the images he wanted. He wanted to be ready.© YLeeCoyote
"You better clean up, dad." said Junior when dad staggered in. Later Junior made him look at the old photos. They were pictures his granddad had taken of his father at his age. They showed him as he had been earlier – in his own mess and then his well-tanned hide. Junior had listened to the story very carefully; he believed the promises his dad made had inscribed beside pictures twenty-five years ago.
The man of experience could see the disappointment in the youth he so loved. After all these years of keeping his promise how could he had failed at this most critical time? Junior was distant, cold and unresponsive. Dad got the heirloom from his youth that he especially treasured because it had been his grandfather's and then his father's and they had bonded over it. He held it a long time before he returned to his son and placed it before him.
Junior examined it but remained silent. "That's what your granddad used, son." he paused to let that sink in. "I'm afraid that it needs to be used again but he no longer with us so you must." with that he dropped his trousers and lay over the end of the couch and waited.
Junior continued his examination and after a long time made an adult decision. It was not what he wanted to do. It was something that had to be done. Grandpa was not here and he must act in his stead. He got up and gripped the razor strop at the end and proceeded to tan his father's butt until it looked like the old picture.
He dropped the strop. His respect for his father had been restored.
As Junior reverted to a youth the held back tears ran down his cheeks and his father held him close. A special bond was forged in the furnace of love.
© Copyright A.I.L., July 9, 2005
To Young to Hang
It was the sort of day that the High Sheriff hated because it was sure to be trouble. His staff was prepared to patrol both the market square, which was mobbed because of the spring harvest, and the town square for the hangings scheduled. One could not have asked for a more beautiful day to woo a lass but there was much work to be done.
The bells were rung indicating that it was high noon and time for the hangings. A crowd had gathered for the people loved to see felons dancing at the end of a rope. Today there were three – two cutpurses and a highway man. They were just riffraff and were lead out without any ceremony. The hangman was not pleased for there would not be any extras but just the coins from the Crown. The first was lead to the scaffold and the noose tightened about his worthless neck. The order of the Court was read to the crowd and the hangman let the first go. There was a strangled scream and then silence except from the crowd. Twice more the process was repeated. They would dangle until dawn for the crows.
The Sheriff watched as the crowd drifted back to the market square and then his men brought in the day's catch. Three had been arrested for cutpursing; two adults and a boy. It happed every time. They were hauled before the Lord for justice. The men were sentenced to be hanged. The boy was too young for that; he was sentenced to the pillory to be strapped at sunset.© YLeeCoyote
A deputy lead to boy to the pillory in the square. The boy was short and a box was placed for him to stand on before he was locked into position. The deputy pulled the rope that held the lad's britches and let them fall to his ankles. He didn't have to look to see that he was hairless for otherwise he would have been sentenced to hang; the bottom was nice and he would enjoy strapping this one. He gave it a hard spank just for fun. He could see his hand print form.
It was only a short time before the boy was pelted with rotten vegetables. The taunts had started immediately.
At sunset the deputy appeared with the King's Strap. The sentence was read. The boy had thought that he would show how tough he was by not yelling. The first cut changed his mind. His howl was out before the WHACK could echo from the walls. He screamed as the deputy enjoyed his job for each and every hard cut. His arse was ablaze and he was bawling like a baby. A while later he realized that he had peed and gotten his pants wet. Soon it was dark, cold and deserted.
Several, he knew not who, would come during the night for things best not spoken of. In the morning he was taken to the poor house.
© Copyright A.I.L., July 16, 2005
10: I've set this in a StarTrek/The Next Generation sort of universe so that I could use a holodeck without any explanations. With the times so advanced people now use h-mail – hyperspacemail. And in my usual Trickster fashion I left Ensign Crusher's smart-ass butt totally unspanked; in fact this is not even set on the Enterprise.
Old Problem; Old Solution
Having the families of the crew on board the Star Vessel required that there be an education system up to college level. Although the crew was well trained and disciplined, their spawn was not. There was a tendency for arrogance and disrespect to the school and its staff since they were on an advanced space ship. The school staff was at their wit's end. How they longed for the good old days of the one-room schoolhouse with its hickory stick, strap and paddle and the British Public school with its slipper and cane. How simple and easy it was in the good old days to deal with unruly youngsters.
Serendipity provided a solution from an ad for historic holodeck programs to allow people to experience earlier times. They h-mailed the vendor and ordered special versions.
Initially they were used just as history lessons. The students were taken to see how these archaic schools operated – including CP. They were less than impressed.© YLeeCoyote
Qskytl was the first to find out what it was really about. He was a fifteen-year-old snob and trouble maker who thought that since his grandparents were from four different planets and his father third in command that he was more than very special.
When he was selected to have a holodeck session he was thrilled for deck time was hard to come by, even for him. He happily entered his id and selected SexXXX Vacation – a nudist resort on a free love planet vacation program for adults. What he got was Visit to the Headmaster (Level 4) as ordered by the teacher. He was quite surprised that he found himself waiting outside the headmaster's office as he had seen in the demonstration. He wanted to run, but found that he couldn't; the stop program command didn't work either. The door was ajar and he heard the lecture and the caning of another lad.
"They say he's the most wicked with the cane." whispered the lad next to him with trepidation. He watched the teary-eyed, just caned lad leave rubbing his bottom.
It was his turn. He was not prepared for the scolding lecture directed at him and then "Qskytl, remove your pants and take your position over my desk for the cane."
He did not expect the intense pain of the first cut he received and jumped up howling. That earned him an extra. He was in agony, with tears on his face, from the five cuts he received. By the time he returned to his quarters, the track marks showed clearly in his mirror. He dashed off to the sick bay, but they refused to treat him for they could not see any marks.
He was most confused for his butt was hurting yet no one else could see any marks.
The next time he just began to get out of line, the teacher asked if he wanted another trip to the holodeck and his behavior changed instantly.
The staff was quite pleased with the new protocols.
© Copyright A.I.L., July 16, 2005
You can get additional holodeck fun and even more in Farm Boy Wesley Crusher
© Copyright A.I.L., Summer, 2005
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