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This story was entered in the
soc.sexuality.spanking short story contest for the year 2003.
SSC'03 - Adult
Dear Robert
by zprymantis@smilingwithteeth.com
SSC03 [Adult] Dear Robert F/F
By zprymantis
Dear Robert,
When Miranda came home from college today, something unusual happened.
Normally, I can ignore her loud remarks and naughty ways. Today though,
I am afraid I snapped. I feel terrible about this.
I am sure our son will be shocked when he comes home in about an hour,
and finds his girlfriend standing in the corner, her green camouflage
jeans and pink panties bunched at her knees, her bottom glowing hot and
red.
It started when I said, "Miranda, would you mind putting those pots in
the sink after using them?" She sort of snorted. When I said, "Miranda
honey, you missed the trash can." she laughed. I told her that I was
serious. She went over to the empty bag of FUNYUNS on the floor, picked
it up, tossed it into the trash can, rolled her eyes and
said,"Whatever!"
I lost it. I grabbed her by the arm and hauled her toward a kitchen
chair. On my way, I grabbed a wooden spoon from the drawer. I was
lecturing her, and telling her all the things that have bothered me
about her behavior for months She seemed to be in shock, and just stood
there, as I unbuckled her pants and tugged them down. I yanked her over
my lap.
I just worked on instinct or something. I started peppering her panties
with smacks and whacks. I think I forgot whom I was spanking! I was
really giving it to her good, and boy was she kicking and crying. Yet,
she never really tried to get away. It's almost as if, she knew she
needed a spanking!
I started to tug down her panties, and for the first time, she seemed
afraid. She started crying out, very loudly, "No Mrs. Mommy, no don't
take down my panties!" I told her she should have thought of that
before she used her smart mouth, and then down they came. For a moment,
I was shocked to see how red her bottom was under her panties, but that
didn't stop me from smacking a complete concert out on her two firm
lovely bottom cheeks.
I don't know what made me stop spanking. It sure wasn't when she
started kicking and reaching back, that just made me spank more! It
wasn't when she started to cry and sniffle and promise to be good,
because I just kept spanking. I guess, at some point, I just stopped,
because I was finished. Then I put down the spoon, and I heard her give
out a long shuddering sigh as I started to rub her bottom cheeks.
At this point, she seemed very calm, so I had her get up off my lap,
and told her to put her nose in the corner, while I wrote this email.
I guess, what's done is done. I will tell her she can pull up her pants
now, and hopefully, she keeps this just between the three of us. I
think I hear our son's car in the driveway.
I better go.
Love,
Lisa
© 2003 by
zprymantis@smilingwithteeth.com, not to be reposted or distributed
without permission
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