Short Story Contest Entries for 2002 -- Part 1/2

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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.

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.

These works are copyright by the author and commercial use is prohibited without permission. Personal/private copies are permitted only if complete including the copyright notice.

The author would appreciate your comments – pro and con, including constructive criticism, and suggestions.

My first eleven SSC2002 stories are on this page and the others at SSC2002 – Part 2.

Sequel (M/brat, spanking, haiku) Poetry

Sequel – The Full Story (M/brat, spanking, haiku) Poetry

First Meeting (Machine/bb, spank, rom) Child

Shopping Trip Mini-saga

Punished Before the Entire Class (M/t, strap) Adult

Busted (M/t, spank) First/last

Payment Past Due (adult/domestic, paddle) Adult

Caught Napping (MM/tt, parental discipline) Period

Just Another Spanking (F/m, spank) First/last

Tom, Becky and the Camcorder – 1/2 (fff/f, spank, voy) First/last

Tom, Becky and the Camcorder – 2/2 (fff/f, spank, voy) First/last

Short Story Contest Entries for 2002 – Part 1/2

YLeeCoyote@juno.com

1: That this is a short story is pushing the point for it is only 15 words in the 17 syllable, 3 line form of a haiku. Unfortunately, because of its brevity both the plot and characterizations are somewhat weak but it does provide the necessary stuff for a story.

Sequel

Patted he, his lap
Bare across his lap, I laid
My ass, spanked he hard

The End

2: I had a lot of fun with my first entry, so I expanded it to tell a much fuller story of 57 words while retaining the haiku form (five fold).

Sequel – The Full Story

Prank revealed to all
Crimson eve prophet foretells
Father honks, swanlike

Patted he, his lap
Bare across his lap, I laid
My ass, spanked he hard

My hot red butt howled
Corner clock loudly bleating
Sobs, tears, repentance

Hugs of great comfort
In heaven, cherubs rejoice
Beginning anew

New tricks tomorrow
Tropical depressions grow
Cycle repeats, forever

The End

3: This is not quite the usual sort of story that I write being that it is romantic but remember that the Coyote is a trickster. It is set on the last day of summer (school starts the next day) and sometime in the future. Since almost all the story is one character speaking, I have not used quotes marks on each paragraph as that would be distracting.

First Meeting

"How did you and Grandpa Blue meet Grandpa Green?" asked the boy as they tucked him in.

It was the first day of the fifth grade when we met. We both had the same name, same birthday, uniform and even our ID numbers were the same except for some alpha prefixes. By midday we were glaring at each other and arguing who should go first. We even matched physically so when we stood face to face our noses touched and I stared into his blue eyes while he stared back into my green ones.

It was just a matter of time before something happened. Lining up after lunch for the umpteen time that day we got physical like ten-year-olds are wont do. We did not slug each other; it was more like pushing but it was enough for Ms. Oldhag to pounce on us.© YLeeCoyote

"I've had enough of this boys." She grabbed us and snapped punishment tags on our wrists. "Get your sorry bottoms down to the punishment room – immediately. If you take more than seven minutes you'll get extra." she ordered keying the controller. Then she pushed us out the door.

"Where is the punishment room?" we asked each other. Suddenly, we had a common goal. The door was locked behind us. The hall was empty. "The office will know." we agreed. And we started running to the stairs at the far end of the hall and downstairs.

It took us three minutes and then the clerk made us wait before answering us. It was in the basement on the other side of the building. We took off like banshees and were soon there. After a bit of shoving he got his tag in the slot first.

The punishment machine screen responded immediately. It didn't have any problem distinguishing us. He got twenty plus an extra two for being first. I got twenty plus an extra two for being late. We challenged each other with smiles as we stripped down.

He got into the machine first and the clamps locked him into position. The punishment arm came out and applied the twenty-two strokes. He yelled and had a tear soaked face when he got released. Then he had the joy of watching me get it exactly the same way.

"He yelled and cried just like I did." interjected Granddad Blue.

After inspecting our hot red butts we dressed and washed up. We decided to tell the other boys how macho we were and hadn't cried or yelled. In order to protect our secret we had to stay together; to become friends. Eventually we married and adopted your dad and aunt.

So grandson, that is how your granddads met and we have been together every since. You're the first one we told the whole story. Now go to sleep, grandson. Tomorrow is a very important day – your first in fifth grade and our fiftieth anniversary.

They bumped noses as they looked loving into each other eyes again.

The End

4: I got the inspiration from this from the science fiction story "What You Need" by Henry Kuttner and C. L. Moore first published in Astounding Science-Fiction, 1945. (There was also a "Twilight Zone" version of the story.) The proprietor of the shop of the same name had a machine that could see the future and used the information it provided to get what his clients would soon need but did not know about. One example is that he provided asbestos gloves to a pianist, who would soon need to move a red-hot iron bar, to protect his hands. This mini-saga is based on a new, improved version of that machine. Note that a 'mini-saga' is just fifty words.

Shopping Trip

Dr. Thaddeus Thorniley, M.D., Ph.D., world famous clinical psychiatrist entered the small shop. The proprietor was quite surprised at what the machine indicated.

"You're always right about your own mind, Doctor?"

"Yes!"© YLeeCoyote

The order was given and a minute later the doctor stripped and bent over.

"Six of the best, boy."

The End

5: A classroom strapping can be fun if you're not the strapee.

Punished Before the Entire Class

"And everyone must bring in their passports so that they can be taken to the embassy for the visas required for trip" droned Mr. Quiggle. "or else...." He looked meaningfully at the strap hanging on the wall. The final bell rang and all left.

The next morning just as the first bell rang, Kubik walked in and handed Fritz the batch of passports from Mr. Turman's class. Fritz raised his hand. "Sir, I have all the passports from Mr. Turman and his class and all save one from here."

Mr. Quiggle snorted and took the strap down from the wall and handed it to Fritz. "Eight should be about right and on the bare." he growled.© YLeeCoyote

"Sounds right to me. Someone could spoil the trip for everyone." said VP Koeneman who had just walked in. It was a tossup who was the stricter disciplinarian. "Who is negligent, Fritz?"

"Do you have your passport, Mr. Quiggle?" asked Fritz carefully and politely not wishing to accuse falsely.

The teacher searched through his case three times before blurting out a horrified: "Oh, no."

"You can get it during your third period break, Quiggle, and bring it to my office. Fritz, do your duty." said VP Koeneman.

Mr. Quiggle did not move and the twenty young men sat silently not certain of what they had just heard.

"Assume the position, Quiggle; NOW!" snapped VP Koeneman. As the stunned class watched, Mr. Quiggle stepped in front of his desk, opened his belt and trousers letting them fall and pushed down his briefs exposing his not so tight but hairy butt to the class. Fritz took his position and raised the strap and brought it down on the target butt with a loud WHACK!

The amazed class watched as the red strips formed and spread while the strap was raised and brought forcefully down on the target seven more times.

Just then the bell rang and they all dashed out thankful that they would not be in Quiggle's first class. Most carried their books in front of their crotches. This would not be a day soon forgotten.

The End

6: The open and closing lines of this story are the ones specified for the first/last category and are in red.

Busted

It was raining in Los Angeles.

And that meant that the streets were oil-slicked after what would not even pass for a drizzle in normal places.

Rushing home, John did not notice that his parents were just a block behind him as he skidded repeatedly on his new small bike (that's Californian for motorcycle) around every turn and even on the straight-a-ways. He had promised to do his English homework and leave his bike in the carport. But they went out and, with his new licence and new registration in his pocket, he had to show his buddies that he was an independent MAN with his OWN WHEELS. He was even extra careful to return more than an hour before his parents were due back so his machine would cool down.© YLeeCoyote

But the parental shopping trip went much faster than usual and he was busted long before he knew it.

His parents parked their car and discussed things before going home a few minutes later. They found him diligently reading on his bed.

"How's the reading coming, son?" asked dad nicely. "Been working hard all morning?"

"Fine. Yea." he answered with the usual brevity of a teen to his parents. His mother left the 'men' to deal with what was coming up.

"Would it disturb you if I used your 'puter to transfer some pixs I took this morning, son?"

Taking the grunt as a 'go ahead' dad plugged the camera in and transferred several images. "Son, come take a look at these great pixs I got this morning."

Reluctantly, John got up and walked over to look. He expected bad pictures of his parents or of the Mall. At the very best some half-naked, anemic, anorexic valley girls that his dad lusted after. He got images of himself on his bike in the rain.

"Uh-oh." He paused and clicked on the next button. "I'm in trouble, right. Big trouble." He was not stupid and knew that his dad was not either. He knew the penalty.

Dad nodded.

He knew better than to make excuses. He handed over the key. The key to his precious new bike. There was no need to wait to be asked. Responsibility was a big thing with his parents.

His dad was sitting in the simple chair and just pulled him over.

He knew better than to resist. A quick yank and both his sweats and boxers were around his ankles. He knew the drill and fell over the parental lap when tugged.

Dad brought his hand down hard on target.

John really felt the anger in the ferocity of his father's slaps. He dropped the heavy book from English class. It fell open and made him think. The last thing he could read before his eyes overflowed with tears was:

A Tale of Two Cities
By
Charles Dickens

Chapter 1

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times,....

The End

7: I managed to totally avoid the use of pronouns which would have assigned genders to my two protagonists so you will have assign genders yourself if you feel they are necessary.

Payment Past Due

The PAST DUE / THIRD NOTICE in spanked-butt red stamped on the envelope was practically glowing when Pat returned and saw the mail on the table. The paddle next to it foretold the future.

Sam picked up the paddle and pointed. Discussion time was long past.

Pat went to the couch, stripped and bent over. Sam raised the paddle and brought it crashing down on target. Pat howled repeatedly.© YLeeCoyote

When Pat's butt was the color of the notice, Sam stopped.

The End

8: In the Brooklyn Museum of Art (actually a world class museum but not noticed much because of the giant's shadow it is in) I saw a painting by William Sidney Mount Caught Napping (1848) in their nicely redone American section. The information about this painting complete with image is now on the BMA's site at: https://www.brooklynmuseum.org/opencollection/objects/492. It is a scene at the edge of a farm with four characters who are obviously related – two boys, their father and grandfather. Dad is shaking older boy awake while holding playing cards that the two youths had been playing with. The younger lad is in a daze looking into the distance and granddad, leaning on his cane, watches. The label explains that the boys have been negligent for they should have been working and certainly should/will be punished (something that would never have occurred to me). Alas, the painter was a few minutes too early. Considering that this was a century and a half ago, it does not take much imagination to imagine what will happen next.

Caught Napping

"Jehoshaphat wake up; wake up you lazy good-for-nothing." The boy slowly returned to the world and greeted his angry father. His lollygagging second son, Hezekiah, was then yanked back into this world.

There was no denying that they not been doing the work assigned; the effort that would put life sustaining bread on the table the coming winter. They begged forgiveness and promised to work late to make up for it.© YLeeCoyote

"Ephraim, I remember you saying that to me but you didn't. It was not until I beat you that you forsook your lazy ways and rejected the devil's entreats into slovenly misbehavior."

Ephraim remember all too well even though it was more than twenty years before. He was lying over a bale of hay when his father had used his razor strap on his bare bottom so hard that he could not sit for three days!

"STRIP, boys." ordered their angry father. Trembling, the two lads let their overalls fall and they stepped out of them while pulling off their shirts.

"Go cut some switches. And they had better be good ones." The boys fished in their overalls for their pocket knives and ran for the willow tree. They quickly selected branches that would be acceptable knowing from bitter experience that it would be far worse if they did otherwise.

"Lean on the tree." growled their father after accepting the supple switches. The two did as ordered with their butts jutting out waiting. They did not have to wait long. Ephraim raised the one switch and brought it crashing down hard on Jehoshaphat's rump while his father, still leaning on his cane, impelled the other into Hezekiah's tail. Both yelped in pain.

Their father and grandfather were really angry and the boys gripped the tree as best as they could. They knew that they deserved this and that moving would not be acceptable. Time after time times the switches were raised and flying down on the defenseless hams. Two sets of eyes were full of tears. Two rumps were well stripped.

"Now, get back to work. We'll continue this discussion this evening."

"Yes, father." the boys answered immediately and respectfully.

As Jehoshaphat bent over to get his clothes, grandpa raised his cane – a thick wooden walking stick – and gave him a couple of hard whacks across his already tender rump. Jehoshaphat howled only to be ordered to get back to work instantly or to get more.

They dressed quickly and dashed off to their neglected chores. They spoke little for there was the constant roar from their scorched tails. They returned late and immediately set to milk the cows. They did not bother to use the milking stools but just knelt by each cow.

Their father was waiting when they returned to the house. Again they were ordered to strip, and leaving their clothes on the porch and they went to the woodshed for a second dose. This time the razor strap was the implement.

They would not forget this day.

The End

9: The idea that has been hiding in my head since the SSC topics were announced at the beginning of the month bust forth this evening. I hope that no one is terribly offended. The contest line is in red.

Just Another Spanking

The boy's howls filled the neighborhood once again. Mixed with the howls were the reverberation of many hard spanks as the lad, naked across his mother's lap, turned red at both ends. At one end from crying and at the other from the hard, repeated pounding of his bottom by his mother's hand.

The neighbors looked at each other meaningfully. She had her hands full with that kid.

"There were those visitors in the night" said another. "and all those specials claims, too."

"That's sure not the way to treat the Messiah." said a third.

"Ha!" snorted the fourth. "To Mary he's not the Messiah. He's a very naughty boy."

The End

This was inspired by Max Ernst's painting The Virgin spanking the Infant Jesus before three witnesses: A.B., P.E. and the artist, 1926. There are several images of this picture available; one is at: https://visitvanitaonline.files.wordpress.com/2010/09/max-ernst-the-blessed-virgin-chastizes1.jpg. I've actually seen the real picture at an MoMA exhibit a few years ago and the web image is pretty good. It is also available in some books.

10: Yes, that's right, a pair of fff/f stories from the Trickster with both in the First/Last category. Each part stands alone as SSC entry but I suggest that they be read in the given order. I don't think that it will be a surprise that both start with the same SSC line. The contest lines are in red.

Tom, Becky and the Camcorder – 1/2

The next girl was Becky Thatcher. Tom was trembling from head to foot with excitement and a sense of the hopelessness of the situation. But it was not his hopelessness but that of Becky that made Tom's pulse and blood pressure soar even higher in anticipation. He had long since opened his jeans so that his cock would be free to rise up freely and enjoy as well. As the dominant girls rearranged themselves, Tom's mind flashed back to earlier this most memorable special day.

He did not know exactly what had happened for that was girl stuff. What mattered was that his big sister and her friends had gotten the best of their rivals and were making them submit as the forfeit. Tom and his sister, Joan, were very close and they both enthusiastically agreed that Becky Thatcher was the most despicable bit of scum in town. Becky's friends, Sue and Betty's main fault was that they liked Becky and without her they were welcome at Joan's parties.© YLeeCoyote

Joan hadn't exactly asked Tom to hide in the garage loft with the camcorder but she had asked him to go out so that she would have the house to herself and friends. She even suggested (with a wink) that he take the cam and perhaps he could get some good bird shots on this clear day. Since they were little kids they both knew what a great view there was from the garage loft's window of her room. Tom had been disappointed many times because of the care with which his sister kept her blinds closed. Today they were pulled up and window was open. Tom wondered some about the new tapes with the cam. He had no doubts that she wanted him here today after all her hints.

Tom and the cam had carefully watched as Sue, Becky and Betty had stripped and knelt before their mistresses. He wished he could hear them surrender and hear the orders but all he could hear were the birds in the trees and the occasional car on the quiet street. He was glad that he had also brought his binoculars for he could get a high grade practical lesson in comparative anatomy of the teen human female with them.

The girls, three naked and three clothed, moved about. Sue was bent crosswise over the bed and Joan and her friends took turns paddling and strapping her butt. But the view was a little disappointing for Tom's side view was constantly obstructed by one or another of the girls. They could not have planned a better cock teasing setup.

Sue's paddling was now over and she was standing against the wall. Tom, his cock throbbing, carefully studied the next girl's form, particularly her full ass, as she was led to the foot of the bed.

The next girl was Becky Thatcher. Tom was trembling from head to foot with excitement and a sense of the hopelessness of the situation.

The End

11: This is the second of the fff/f story pair in the First/Last category. Each part stands alone as SSC entry but I suggest that they be read in the given order. I don't think that it will be a surprise that both start with the same SSC line. The contest line is in red.

Tom, Becky and the Camcorder – 2/2

The next girl was Becky Thatcher. Tom was trembling from head to foot with excitement and a sense of the hopelessness of the situation. But it was not his hopelessness but Becky's that made Tom's pulse and blood pressure soar even higher in anticipation. He had long since opened his jeans so that his cock would be free to rise up freely and enjoy as well.

Becky Thatcher was about to get it from his sister, Joan, and her friends. Carefully, Tom adjusted the cam so as to narrow the field and let Becky fill the field. And then when she was bent over he zoomed in even closer. The sun might not shine where his cam was pointed but there certainly was plenty of light to show her pink rosebud and fuzzy cunt in sufficient detail to please any het teen boy.

As Becky got paddled and strapped by Joan and her friends Tom watched her fanny turn pink, then rose and eventually a deep and satisfying cherry red. Tom now understood his sister and her friends experimenting for hours with makeup. As Tom studied the ass metamorphosing like a chameleon he noticed some other changes. It was not just Becky's checks that were getting redder but also her cunt lips. He could not help wondering if her clit was reacting to the paddling like his own cock did when he was spanked (not that it took much to make that hard these days). He made a mental note to ask his sister someday.© YLeeCoyote

As he carefully studied Becky's girl parts he noticed that not only were they reddening but they looked wet; soaking wet and swollen like the baboons in the zoo. He knew enough already to know that this meant that she was turned-on. As the paddling progressed he could see her tremble and gasp.

They stopped paddling her and Joan approached with something in her hand. Tom was not sure what it was but it was shaped like a miniature pine tree about five inches long. Joan pressed it to Becky's pulsing a-hole and pushed it in as she was shaking. The other two resumed their paddling.

Becky collapsed on the bed and was quickly turned over and her legs spread. Amazingly his view was never obstructed as he refocused on the dripping, engorged cunt and was thrilled to watch as she masturbated to another climax in front of her friends, her enemies, the cam and himself.

Tom found it anticlimactical as he watched Betty get her paddling just as Sue had.

That evening, Joan asked if he had got any good bird vids and Tom said "no". She looked at him, laughed and said he should have covered the 'recording' led. Joan demanded the tape and they watched it together while listening to the audio tape Joan had secretly made. After a friend merged the two, added some titles it was even better.

Becky Thatcher would have to be a nice girl from now on or else.

The End

Collection Continues in Part 2

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