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This story was entered in the Soc.Sexuality.Spanking
summer short story contest in 2001.
My Essence
by zprymantis@smilingwithteeth.com
I first met Zoey when she was four. She sat on the edge of her bed in
her room staring into the mirror at me. Her face was puffy, her eyes
red from crying. Her untamed hair, the dark ringlets, were clownishly
large around her tiny face.
Her face was still hot from her mother's slap applied for being
"sassy." Good girls must always watch what they say. Zoey grabbed at
her own lips and pulled at them angrily. She then stopped and stared
into my eyes.
"Zoey" I said, "never forget how this feels. Always remember what it
feels like to be four." She reached up and touched hands with me
against the glass and smiled. Her smile had an insincere quality, but
her eyes glimmered with hope.
She came to visit me often. I became her mother, her twin, her essence.
She lived her fantasies in front of my window, spanked her dolls,
spanked herself, stood in mock shame naked in front of me. Danced
seductively, stripped whorishly and masturbated frequently, always
ending with her smile.
"Remember what it feels like to be twelve Zoey, never forget."
The room behind her changed often but her eyes never changed. We held
our children up to meet. She paused in her busy life to smile at me.
She came to me at thirty
seven. Her hair, dark ringlets, framed a face swollen with tears. Zoey
had ventured into a new world. She was childlike and innocent as she
played online. She had met a man who was now her online Master. He
spoke of things she'd only fantasized about doing.
She'd knelt for him, spanked herself for him, danced whorishly for him,
put ice up her ass for him and came for him.
"I want this, it is real" she said to me.
"You can make it real" I said "You've got to talk to your husband, be
seductive, be sassy!"
Zoey smiled at me and nodded.
Zoey is thirty
nine now. She stands in front of my window to her world admiring her
freshly spanked bottom. Her black leather collar helps to frame her
face. Her dark clownish hair is as unruly as it was at four. She
carries her body as proudly as she did at twelve. Her eyes are as
always, bright with hope.
"I'll soon be FOUR
TEE" she says sassily and smiles her insincere smile.
© 1999 by zprymantis@smilingwithteeth.com, not to be reposted or
distributed without permission
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