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.  Usually there are categories but with such brief stories it is not very significant.

All my stories are fiction and are spanking related.  If such subject is offensive, uninteresting or if you are a minor (i.e., child) please leave now.

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The SSC-2009 stories are on this page.

1. Take It Like a Man  Coming of age
2. Brother's Helping Hand  Coming of age
3. Doing His Duty  Coming of age

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Short Story Contest Entries for 2009

By

YLeeCoyote@juno.com

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1:  A youth is not quite happy about getting spanked and lets his father know.

Take It Like a Man

Homer frequently thought about what his father told him each and every time that he was spanked.  After the lecture, which Homer quickly forgot about, his father told him to remove his pants and underpants.  Despite the inherent embarrassment of being spanked, especially on his bare rump, there were never any witnesses.  "Your spankings are not appropriate entertainment and especially not for your little sister."  Homer was most grateful for this consideration, When he heard  "Over my lap, lad." he was expected to properly position himself immediately.  Then he would get spanked.  The hardness and duration varied with the misdeed but he was expected to hold back his tears for a while.  Now that Homer was almost twelve his father used a short strap rather than just his hand.

Homer did not like getting spanked in the least for besides hurting it was undignified.  Several of his friends did not get spanked for their crimes but suffered various other unpleasantnesses such as grounding, loss of allowance and even deactivation of electronic essentials.  Homer pondered this far more diligently than the basics of algebra and the intricate incestuous relationships of European royalty.  He also realized that being perfect and never being spanked was far too difficult a state to achieve.

Suddenly the light dawned and he realized that all he had to do was to obey his father.  He carefully planed what he should say.© YLeeCoyote

The next time his father told him to remove his pants and underpants he spoke up.  "Father, I have a question."  To his credit, his father put the strap aside and nodded to indicate that Homer might continue.  "Sometimes you tell me to do contradictory things; surely when you do that I can only obey you by doing one."

Mr. Hastings realized that his son was after something.  He was pleased that he had worked out something and to bring it up for it, particularly at this most vulnerable time when he was about to be spanked, indicated that he was growing up.

"Your instructions about my getting spanking have a contradiction."  Homer was holding the card that he had gotten several years before outlining the spanking protocol.  "You say that I am to 'take my spanking like a man' yet a man does not go over his father's lap like a little boy.  A man just bends over for his spanking."  With this, Homer Horace Hastings stepped to his desk, bent over grasping the far side and said: "I'm ready for my spanking, Father." and waited.

Mr. Hastings picked up the strap and stepped over to his growing up son.  "Very good, Homer." and proceeded to give him eight hard strokes.  "That's it, son.  You did take it like a man.  I'm proud of you for that."

"Thank you, Father."  Homer rubbed his sore bottom as his father left.  Homer knew that the spanking was harder, but he felt  much more grown up.  He decided that using the Sportscreme^® would be most unmanly.

The End

© Copyright A.I.L. May 28, 2009

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2:  A boy knows he's earned a spanking and gets help from his big brother to solve a problem.

Brother's Helping Hand

Twelve-year-old Mack walked very slowly home from the school bus stop.  He was very worried about the test that was returned with the big red F on it.  The test that was last Thursday after the Wednesday evening that he went to the movies with his friends after telling his parents that he had done his homework and studying.  Failure did not automatically mean a spanking but not studying for a test positively absolutely guaranteed one.

Mack did not have a problem with that rule at all.  It was clearly stated and he understood it when he decided to go to movies rather than study.  The problem was that Dad had gone on a business trip and that meant that Mom would spank him.  She would spank him like she had for as far back as he could remember.  She would send him to his room to wait and then come with her hairbrush.  She would sit on the bed and take his jeans and briefs down and pull him over her lap and roast his bottom.

He much preferred to get spanked by Dad.  Much would be the same and his tail certainly would become a fiery center of pain.  The difference was that Dad was a guy and Mom was a gal and he had reached the very sensitive age where sexuality was most important.  Sometimes, Dad would even allow him the dignity of taking his own pants down and presenting his buttocks as his big brother, Ira, did when he got the strap.  Sure, it hurt more, a lot more, but he was becoming a man and could take it.© YLeeCoyote

He was glad Mom wasn't home and knocked on his brother's bedroom door.  "I got a problem, Ira." he began his explanation and concluded with: "Would you spank me so Mom won't?"

"I would be delighted to, Brat, but Dad would bust my tail into next week for hitting you." responded the smiling seventeen-year-old.

Dejected, Mack returned to his room and pondered the universe.  Then he called his father who, thanks to the miracle of time zones, was finished with work.  He explained and asked for approval.

A few minutes later he was back with his brother.  "Call Dad, Ira."

Ira put down the phone and said "Dad said 'OK' and that it was up to me to decide, Brat. What did you do wrong?"

Mack explained in full detail.  Ira contemplated.  "Get a flip-flop and then get over my lap." he said simply.

Mack ran as if he was going to get a wonderful treat.  He gave the flip-flop to his brother, dropped his jeans and briefs and lay over his brother's lap.  "Ready."

The spanking hurt as much as any he had and probably even more than Mom's.  He even cried a little.  But as he pulled up his pants and thanked his brother for spanking him.

"Anytime, Brat."  They hugged.

The End

© Copyright A.I.L. June 18, 2009

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3:  A teen youth confronted with irresponsible parents acts decisively.

Doing His Duty

Thirteen-year-old Scott was appalled when his mom came into the house at dinnertime after an afternoon with her girlfriends for she was, to say the least, tipsy.  Worse, she did not care that she had behaved irresponsibly.  Not only was dinner not ready but she had driven while drunk.  Her attitude quickly got to him and he knew that something had to be done.

He sat down on the bed and yanked his errant mom across his lap.  She was not in any condition to resist the strong and determined youth.  He got a good grip on her waist and began to spank her right over her spray-on jeans.  It took a while for before her alcohol numbed body responded but she was soon yelling and bawling like every errant child getting a well-earned spanking over an exasperated parent's lap.

Scott was just finishing up when his father came in.  He was shocked seeing his son spanking his wife and took great exception.  Scott delivered a few more hard spanks and ordered his bawling mom into the corner.  She was fortunate that he had not pealed down her skin-tight jeans.  As she stumbled into the corner, Scott took on his dad.  He ignored his objections and berated him for not keeping mom in line.  "Look at how she dresses like a high school slut.  She drove home DWI!  You are to blame just as much as she is." barking out her most recent transgressions.© YLeeCoyote

His father was stunned.  He was so stunned that he could not speak or say anything.  He had long regretted that he had knocked up his wife while they were just in high school for had made life much harder.  He had not matured any more than she had since then.

Scott was on a roll.  Perhaps he could make some changes.  He grabbed his father's belt and yanked it out.  Then he opened his pants and yanked them down.  He also yanked down the old, now grayish tightie-whites and again barked an order.  His father bent over just as he had for his own father for the last time only ten years before when he was twenty-one.  "Please…" he whined but Scott was not listening.

Scott had decided what he had to do.  He folded the wide, thick leather belt and found the proper place.  He raised and swung the belt.  He swung it hard a dozen times watching how red stripes formed and merged leaving his Dad with a hot, red, painful butt and a lot to think about.  Scott parked his sobbing Dad in another corner.

Rather than get to his homework, Scott drafted a set of rules.  It would be several days before he made them official.

The End

© Copyright A.I.L. June 16, 2009

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