Fathers' Day Gift
|by Y Lee Coyote|
Copyright on this story text belongs at all times to the original author only, whether stated explicitly in the text or not. The original date of posting to the MMSA was: 06 Jun 2011
I resurrected this story because of a forum request for Fathers' Day stories. 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. Sometimes there are categories but with such brief stories it is not very significant.
The following story is fiction about the paddling of a youth. If this subjects are offensive, uninteresting or if you are a minor (i.e., child) please leave now.
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June 8, 2003
Twice a year Junior had the problem – at the holidays and in June when dad's birthday and father day were in conjunction. Now, at thirteen it was worse. What the hell could he get as a nice gift for dad? Especially with little cash. Dad had everything he really needed; slippers and ties, underwear and handkerchiefs were what boys' mothers' helped them get; not the things for young men already in high school. Tools would have been nice but either dad had them or they cost a fortune.
Every year, twice a year; the same damn problem!
It did not really matter when he was a little kid. The happy smiles and explanation of surprise dad had were fine for a little boy. Now he knew better. Just like he'd been taught to react to grandma's inappropriate gifts.
Well, he have lots of time to think about it this weekend as he was grounded – stuck in his room. No surfing; no games; no friends, no anything but schoolwork, chores, reading and thinking. And dad was savvy enough to know how to check his computer internals. It was real hard to try to think of doing something nice for his father when he was being punished and harbored resentful thoughts.
Oh, well, back to reading that book-report book about life in the ancient past of the 1880's. It was the pits but it gave him an idea.
He surfed the web and found what he wanted. Then checked the local alternative papers and made some phone calls. The prices were lower and no shipping charges. One shopkeeper agreed to sell him the item but only at the door.
He was at the shop early. Exactly as promised, the item was in the window. Yes, it was what he expected.
The shopkeeper took forever to open the shop; the roll down gates, the three locks and dozens of things inside. But he then appeared with the item complete with a gift box. He handed over his money and almost left without getting his change.
June 15, Fathers' Day
While mother was busy went to his father. "Dad," he exclaimed, "HAPPY BIRTHDAY AND HAPPY FATHERS' DAY!"
"Let's wait until your mom's is here." suggested dad.
"No, not this time. This is just between us; you know, guy stuff."
Dad opened the package and carefully studied the item. His question did not need to be spoken.
"It's for us dad; like you told me grandfather did with you. Perhaps the old ways are better."
"I think we should try it so that you know what you're in for, son. Get into position."
Junior was a bit surprised but dropped his jeans and bent over. He quickly realized his error and lowered his boxers. Dad raised the paddle and struck the target; hard.
Junior winced and then pulled up his pants. As they went for breakfast, he started to wonder if a paddle was really a good gift but he so did hate being grounded.
© Copyright A.I.L. June 14, 2003
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