SSC2007-10: On The Wall [Object Fetish] [387 Words]

This story is fiction and deals with a spanking object and reference to its use. If such subjects are offensive, uninteresting or if you are a minor (i.e., child) please leave now.

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On The Wall
by
Y Lee Coyote

The first day that Kris moved into the house he saw IT. IT was hanging on the wall between the boys' room and the girls' room. The others had told Kris that it had been hanging there since forever.

It was a scary item. There had been one like IT at the orphanage. THAT ONE had been taken off the wall almost every day and used. Whenever THAT ONE had been used, there had been screams of pain and torrents of tears as a bottom or bottoms were seared. Every one of the orphans quickly learnt to fear THAT ONE.

Kris was glad that Mr. and Mrs. Lothridge, no, he must call them Mother and Father now, had a house, a warm bed and full table to share; in short a home. They had not mentioned that IT was hanging on the wall in their house. IT was just like THAT ONE at the orphanage. Kris was scared just seeing IT.

The others did not seem to mind IT being there. They did not seem to associate IT with blinding pain and blood curdling cries of pain for they had not come from the orphanage like Kris had. In the orphanage when a child was sent to get THE OTHER IT, the pain was not just felt in one's behind but in one's empty belly for it replaced dinner.

Every day, actually many times a day, whenever Kris went in or out he saw IT on the wall and remembered THE OTHER IT in the orphanage. Kris did not want to ever take IT off the wall. In fact, Kris never even touched IT for IT conjured up such terrible mental images. Kris was a dutiful child minding both (adoptive) parents and teachers, doing homework and chores.

When Kris was eighteen and done with high school, it was time to move into the world. Kris thanked Mr. and Mrs. Lothridge most sincerely for such a good life. But Kris mentioned IT and its effects. How glad Kris was that there had never been a need to take IT off the wall. They both laughed: "Kris, please fetch IT now for us."

Kris found that IT was tightly attached to the wall. Only then did Kris understand their laugher for IT could not be taken down and used.

The End

*Note:* Don't ask what IT is. It the sort of thing that can be found in Room 101 of Orwell's _1984_.

BTW, is Kris a boy or a girl?

© Copyright A.I.L. August 10, 2007

I thought the best part of this story was the finale..and no thats not an insult..but it was quite a nice touch. The story had an interesting thread, the ever threatening presence of what I assume to have been a paddle..though of course IT could have been any weapon of corporal punishment.

I have to admit that I thought the author went way overboard in use of capitalisation to create an effect..to such an extent that it began to get tedious. Perhaps quote marks might have worked better, or maybe its my pernickety nature (I plead guilty)   Anyway a passable story with a nice ending.

Well, first of all, Kris is a boy - as you mention "he" near the beginning.  This was excellently written, and well under the maximum word count - well done.  I don't feel it was terribly original, though, because it seemed very cliche from beginning to end.

This story has an interesting premise -- I like the use of previous experience to cast a shadow of pain and fear over their present unthreatening circumstances.  The problem with this story, in my opinion, is that it can't seem to decide whether it's serious (the shadows of abuse and fear) or funny (the joking twist at the end). This, combined with the jarring capitalization made the feel discordant.

Even though it's not quite pulled off, there's a lot that's very ambitious here. In particular, the attempt to carry a story which has a central object, while not actually stating what the object is, is very interesting. The attempt to keep the gender of the central character ambiguous is less interesting, partly because it's actually inadvertently given away in the first sentence, and partly because it makes the story feel a bit like a creative writing exercise, rather than something intended to work on its own. Such an exercise mostly just proves how much language needs to be distorted to hide gender, and that the result doesn't necessarily help the story.

These issues, as well as the oddly SHOUTY caps, tend to obscure what is actually quite a strong idea: that an object can have a powerful effect not due to its own attributes, but to memories and associations which imbue it with something far greater.