SSC07 (child): What Do You Think?
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(c) 2007 by Grace Brackenridge
[500 words]

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The author does not in any way endorse the spanking of
real children in real life.
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Mr. Smithers inspected the rough drawing, lines scrawled with a brown Crayola.

"So what do you think?" I asked. "Guess you feel it's okay for Mom to spank me, huh?"

Dressed in overalls dusty from the saw, Mr. Smithers didn't look up. "Of course."

Wood dust floated in the air, making me sneeze. Sunlight angled in from an east-facing window, making the acrid blue haze visible. A robin chirped in the oak outside the window.

"Well, how about Dad?"

Mr. Smithers nodded, intent on his work.

"And my new step-mom, Jennifer? She hardly knows me."

He waited until the sander stopped before answering. "Yes, during visitations she's your mother. In loco parentis."

"What about Ms. James?"

"Who's she?"

"My third grade teacher."

"Teachers always need the spanking option."

"Well then, how about Mrs. Cathedra, my Sunday school teacher?"

"Yes. A spanked child can better accept God's discipline as an adult."

"And Mr. Burl, my principal?"

He nodded.

"What if I'm at a sleepover? Like my friend, Jenny. She had one last summer. Her mom spanked five of us bare bottom because we kept talking after bedtime."

"Your mom approved?"

"Oh," I replied, "Mom says any time I'm with a responsible adult, that person has automatic spanking rights. On the bare, too."

"Good to know," Mr. Smithers replied, wiping his hands on a rag. "My answer is yes. Given how your mother feels, Jenny's mother had every right to spank you."

So I told him how Mom let a woman security guard spank me at the mall once when I tried to swipe a toy. "So that spanking was okay, too?"

"Yes, you deserved that -- and more."

So I had to tell him I got two more spankings for stealing the toy -- one on the bare bottom from Mom at bedtime and another "pants-downer" from Dad during visitation a week later.

"That's how I would have handled it, too," nodded Mr. Smithers.

"Mom took me on a first date with this divorced guy to the beach. Don't even remember his name. Brought his son along. When this kid and I quarreled, his dad took his son to the restroom for a spanking. I tagged along, 'cuz I wanted to hear. Maybe peek. But when we got there, the dad spanked both of us."

Mr. Smithers nodded.

"So that's okay? Even on a first date?"

"Okay with your mom?"

"Every spanking I ever get is okay by Mom," I said ruefully. "She's big into spankings."

"Then you got what you deserved," Mr. Smithers replied.

"Well, how about a neighbor who makes me a new paddle to give Mom for her birthday?" I joked. "Think he should get to spank me, as a reward or something?"

"Grace," he said, inspecting his work, "you ask way too many questions. But you do raise a good point about compensation..."

Whereupon Mr. Smithers gave me a good, hard spanking right on the bare behind -- right there in the workshop -- with Mom's birthday present.

A nice, quirky, mildly humorous little tale of a girl who is so inured to spanking she seems to positively invite one.  As a story it is more a litany of events in her spanking life and I began to wonder when it would get to the core of the plot. Answer - the last 9 lines.  Yeah it's OK but it doesn't pull up any trees for me.

Classic Grace Breckenridge story.  I'm totally partial to them, so I loved the story and how it was written.

Wow, I'm not sure how many of my hot buttons that one hit, but it got quite a few!   Running through the list of everybody who could spank her, knowing that she had no choice and then offering herself for other spankings.  The stuff fantasies are built on!

Sounds like this little girl has more than a passing obsession with spanking. I get the idea she got exactly what she wanted from her neighbor. Cute story, mostly dialogue and a lot of fun. Not my favorite genre but well worth reading.

I did think this one paragraph of description seemed a bit oddly placed:

Wood dust floated in the air, making me sneeze. Sunlight angled in from an east-facing window, making the acrid blue haze visible. A robin chirped in the oak outside the window.

Nice descriptions but... sort of just stuck in there it seemed. Overall a well-written, fun story though, and I enjoyed it!

The Norman Rockwell glow and cutesy dialogue is laid on a bit thick here, but the call and response structure is nicely done, and there are some pleasing gracenotes ('Mrs. Cathedra'). I'm not too sure about the child's voice. The language (if not the dialogue) suggests an older narrator looking back on childhood, though that angle isn't developed. If the voice is truly meant to be that of a third-grader, there are some incongruities. Nevertheless, a pleasant, gentle read, and none the worse for that.