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This story was entered in the
Soc.Sexuality.Spanking summer short story contest in 2002.
ssc02 - child category
The Punishment Garage
zprymantis@smilingwithteeth.com
My neighbor's house is the best place in the neighborhood to play. My
own yard is neat, trim, and every inch of the back yard is visible from
a window. My neighbor's house has overgrown bushes, a falling down
arbor, and the window shades remain lowered late into the day.
The best part of my neighbor's yard, is the garage. There is a fenced
pen attached to one side of it, with a latching gate. From the closed
pen, the only way out is through a hole into the garage My neighbor's
think, cutting a hole in the garage is better then building a doghouse.
The German Shepherd did not last long, I think he bit someone, or ran
away, but his pen remains, and it has become the fiber of our play.
Wayne is the oldest, the ruler, the boss, and the big cheese. His job
is to watch his little sisters and their friends, make rules,
arbitrate, and keep us outside and out of his mother's hair. It works
well. Everyone likes Wayne, and he knows just how to get us to behave.
He gives us structure.
When there is a disagreement, Wayne emerges from the dark cool garage
and holds court. Sentence passed, time spent in the pen.
I admit it; I want to be punished. I liked how it feels when Wayne
declares I have been bad, and takes me by the arm and hustles me inside
the pen. It is like a TV show: Hogan Heroes, The Man From U.N.C.L.E. My
name is Bond, James Bond. Except, I am a girl. Still, it feels nice to
be naughty, locked up, and punished.
One day, while locked up in the pen, I got down on my hands and knees
and poked my head into the garage. When my eyes adjusted to the
darkness, I could see the big cheese, in his sanctuary, listening to
his radio and reading comic books.
"If you look in here again, you get a spanking."
I backed out, and stood up and stared down at the hole. It was hot
outside, and cool in there. Something about the word spanking, and the
way he said it and smiled, made me get down on my hands and knees one
more time, and crawl back into the hole.
Wayne used his Sargent Carter voice, and I was Gomer Pyle. He yelled at
me, and told me that now I was going to be punished severely and then
placed in the pen for a very long time. He pulled me over his knees and
started spanking me on my summer shorts.
As I crawled back out of the garage and into the sunshine of the pen.
He swatted my bottom, one more time, and I heard him warn that next
time, it would be on the bare.
I stood in the pen, punished, my bottom tingling, staring at the hole.
I knew exactly what I wanted to do.
© 2002 by zprymantis@smilingwithteeth.com, not to be
reposted or distributed without permission
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