A Collection of Short Stories for 2010
|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: 30 Jun 2010
Each summer the newgroup soc.sexuality.spanking has a Short Story Contest where entities are limited to just five hundred words. This story was inspired by a picture of an unspoiled beach in Thailand with a tree and simple swing. You can see it at http://socsexualityspanking.org/ssc/2010/pictures/wanna-swing-at-koh-kood.jpg and at http://www.flickr.com/photos/visbeek/2787578916/
The following story is fiction about a man and two children meeting in a far away place and one being spanked by his dad. If these subjects are offensive, uninteresting or if you are a minor (i.e., child) please leave now.
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My parents had taken me on vacation and yesterday I had met him. He was also on vacation with his parents. When I first saw him, he was swinging high in the cool breeze and I could see his parents sitting on the beach just like mine did. We were both nine and very bored with visiting temples and scenic places and strange foods.
We started to play together. It was something we could have done better at home with our friends. He pushed me on the swing and I went ever so high. It was awesome for I could see forever. Then we had to go back. His hotel was in the opposite direction from mine. Our parents promised to return so we could play together the next evening.
I was looking forward to it all day long. We walked from the hotel to the swing-tree. We were late but Mom said not to worry for they would wait. Reluctantly, they allowed me to run ahead. I did not see him on the swing. "Maybe he is laying on the sand." I tried to comfort myself so terribly afraid he had already left. I continued to run.
Then I heard it. A noise like someone clapping. I've heard people do that when they sing. But there weren't any voices – just a steady CLAP, CLAP, CLAP.
I was almost at the swing-tree when I saw what it was. Mom was right for he was waiting for me. It took me a while to realize what was happening. His father was on one knee and he was over the other one. He was being SPANKED! His pants and underpants were off. He was naked. It was not CLAP, CLAP, CLAP but SPANK, SPANK, SPANK.
His father walked away after he finished spanking his son leaving my new friend sobbing and rubbing his red hot bottom. He was ever so glad to see me. "I got spanked because I ran ahead as I was afraid I was late and you would not wait." He let me touch his bottom and it was very hot. He tried to be brave but it was hurting him.
"Take off your clothes and we can swim." We yelled for permission and got it. I pulled my clothes off and ran into the water with him. It was nice 'n' cool. He said: "My bottom feels better here." After a while he pushed me on the swing and I went way up high again. We had great fun. He did not want to sit on the swing on his red bottom.
I'll never see him again because he is going home to Europe and I'm going home to America tomorrow. I gave him a kiss goodbye. Unlike the boys back home, he did not yell 'girl germs' and run but kissed me back on the cheek.
Mom said that I'll remember that forever – my first kiss from a boy.
© Copyright A.I.L. June 30, 2010
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