Jane's Addiction [M/f]
(c) 2007 by Grace Brackenridge
[499 words]
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This story is inspired by the roll of $100 bills
depicted in 23.jpg for SSC07. The author strongly
opposes the spanking of real children in real life.
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"See, everything's the same!" exclaimed Rhonda Pala, showing her daughter her large, brightly lit Pasadena bedroom.
"You searched it?" asked her 15-year-old daughter, Jane, putting down her suitcase. "It's clean, right?"
"Yes, honey, we searched. No drugs. But we found this."
The mother held out a banded roll of $100 bills. "Where did you get all this money?"
Her daughter laughed. "Buy kilos. Sell grams. Immutable law of supply and demand. Ask your husband. He's the capitalist."
Jane hated her stepfather, always referring to him as her mother's husband to show her disconnect.
But, in truth, Jane needed Leo.
"So," said Rhonda, sitting on the bed, "how was 'Safe Measures?' Did it work?"
"Am I clean?" her daughter replied. "The answer is yes. I've learned a lot about myself. I have an addictive personality. Out in Utah, it's easy. Back here, it's a slippery slope."
"I know, honey," said her sympathetic mother. "But we're a family, all in this together."
"Yeah, we'll see. If it's okay, I wanna nap. Send Leo up when he's back from golf. We need to talk."
Rhonda sighed. "Leo wants to talk to you, too. Those things you said in rehab counseling. About child abuse. Well, you hurt him."
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"She's upstairs," Rhonda replied as Leo put away his golf bag. "She wants to talk to you."
The muscular, tanned entrepreneur snorted. "I want to chat, too."
"Leo, she's been through a lot. Be kind. Try to focus on what Jane needs."
"That's her problem. Sure formula for bringing up a spoiled brat."
Upstairs, Leo knocked, entered, and shut the door.
Rhonda tried to read 'Good Housekeeping.'
Rhonda realized now she had been too permissive.
But when Leo introduced Jane to corporal punishment at 13, parenting swung too far in the 'tough love' direction.
Leo blamed permissiveness for Jane's addiction. Rhonda blamed the paddle.
Rhonda leaned back, closed her eyes, and hoped for the best upstairs.
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Whap! Whap! Whap!
Rhonda awoke with a start.
'God no!' thought the mother, charging up the stairs. 'Not that!'
"Stop, Leo!" said Rhonda, flinging the door open. "You're hurting her!"
Indeed, her daughter kicked and squirmed red bottom up as...
Whap!
Rhonda launched into a tirade. Leo set the paddle aside. Jane wept.
After five minutes of denouncing corporal punishment, the mother glared at her husband. "Bully! Thug!"
"Mom, please stop. I asked for this."
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"It's my methadone," said Jane, sitting between her parents. "Spankings always interested me. Since childhood."
"I never spanked!"
"I know, Mom. When Leo started spanking me, I hated him. But I kept misbehaving, knowing I'd get paddled. Clearly, I got something out of it. A rush. Like coke."
"You learned this at 'Safe Measures?' And the SM counselors actually spanked you?"
Jane nodded. "Just like this. So now Leo's my counselor. And Mom, we're not done."
Jane placed herself over her stepfather's lap.
"I better go," said Rhonda, feeling useless.
"No, Mommy, hold my hands. I need you, too. I need my whole family."