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This story was entered in the
soc.sexuality.spanking short story contest for the year 2003.
SSC'03 - Lines
The Gingerbread House
by zprymantis@smilingwithteeth.com
“All mine, do you understand?”
“Oh, yes ma’am. Eating pieces of your house was wrong. I am sorry!
Please, please don’t spank me! I promise not to do it again!”
“You should have thought of that before you chewed on my siding and
sampled my fence post. Now I have no choice except to make an example
of you, and send you scampering home with a very sore behind.”
Her voice was so scary and stern! Pamela shivered and felt her stomach
churn. There was a jolting flush of heat making her skin tingle when
Pamela realized that she had no choice except to take her spanking.
Pamela was instructed to raise her skirt, and lower her panties, and
lean across the chocolate wafer kitchen table. She held this position,
every nerve ending alive, feeling like a very naughty little girl. She
wondered how it might hurt, and if she would be able to stand still and
keep from crying. She moved her feet back and forth slightly, and could
sense the skin on her bared bottom tickling with anticipation.
Pamela heard the sound of the bundle of switches, and the hot burning
sting of a thousand little scratchy pieces of twig.
“Please, no! Please don’t spank me. Please!” she mouthed the words,
unable to actually speak aloud.
Pamela’s face was filled with anguish as the sticks thrashed at her
bottom and thighs. Her feet jumped and her legs trembled. She clenched
and unclenched her bottom cheeks, wiggled and bounced, gasped and
whimpered.
She sobbed silently, waiting for her punishment to end, she was a very
naughty girl and deserved every thrash. She lifted her bottom high in
her submission to the truth. She was a very bad girl.
The thrashing stopped, and Pamela could sense movement behind her. The
witch was looking at the shameful little house moocher. Pamela felt
ashamed and covered her face with her hands and waited to see what the
witch would do to her next.
The wicked witch ran her long boney finger up and down Pamela’s legs
and pinched her bottom cheeks.
“Now, if I catch you chewing on my house again, it’s going to be much
worse little lady. I have a rock candy hairbrush that will blister your
bottom good and hard. I will take you across my knee and the entire
enchanted forest will hear your screams.”
Pamela’s eyes glazed over as she thought about this, and she rested
there on the witch’s chocolate wafer table feeling peaceful and tired.
There was a loud bang, and Pamela jumped almost out of her skin as the
heavy picture book slipped off her bed and onto the floor.
“Pamela, are you still awake?” Mommy’s voice came from down the hall.
“I told you one book before bed, then lights out!”
“Yes, Mommy.”
Pamela quickly tugged up her panties and lowered her nightgown and
jumped back in bed.
Whew, that was a close one.
© 2003 by
zprymantis@smilingwithteeth.com, not to be reposted or distributed
without permission
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