Does She or Doesn't She?
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No, I don't mean dye her hair blonde-that's my parents' generation's question, I just turned eighteen today.
I'm referring to Elena, my 21-year-old next-door neighbor who's currently back living with her parents after a failed marriage, and my uncertainty is over whether she actually has a spanking fetish.
That I have one is undeniable, I've fantasized for twelve years about being put bare-bottom-up across the lap of a pretty lady and spanked to tears at her hand-wielding a sturdy hairbrush, paddle or strap.
The only limited gratification of that desire I've ever received came during childhood games of 'House' or 'School' in which Elena played the strict mother or punitive teacher; she seemed to take great delight in whacking the behinds of her 'children' or 'pupils' with a solid eighteen-inch ruler. The swats were moderate in force and an Elena spanking consisted of perhaps five of them, although it wasn't difficult to earn several smackings during the roleplay since she spanked her victims for minor misdeeds.
I was the only boy who regularly engaged in such games, due to my crush on Elena and my secret enjoyment of her 'chastisements.' The other participants were girls who openly cheered whenever I was 'disciplined' for mischief-making. Occasionally Elena would let one of them, portraying my sister or classmate, paddle me with the ruler, much to that young female's smug satisfaction. Those whacks were harder than Elena's but even so stung only modestly over the seat of my bluejeans.
"Hold your ankles" was the prepunishment command, disappointingly I was never spanked over Elena's knees or upon my exposed posterior- although how I would've reacted to being sentenced to a pants-down paddling with girlish witnesses is problematical, in spite of my spankophile-submissive tendencies I was easily embarrassed. Still, in my daydreams it was a situation I welcomed--provided that it was an emphatic bare-assed walloping, long and hard, that my dream woman administered.
Once she reached her teen years those games stopped, however I still saw enough of Elena to realize that her speech included numerous spanking references. Indeed, she often teasingly threatened to "put you over my knee for a good sound spanking" or "give you a blistered bottom" when I'd make a playful smart-assed remark.
So there was circumstancial evidence of a potential spanking fetish, I figured, but it could be mere coincidence as well.
Five minutes ago, discussing my birthday across the backyard fence, she commented on my newfound adulthood: "But you're not too grownup to get your chubby buns seriously paddled while you're bawling over my lap, young man, with my hairbrush smacking you right on the bare."
I laughed, claiming that "You're totally bluffing."
"Come over and call my bluff then," my beautiful buxom neighbor challenged, "Put that cute caboose at my spanking disposal and see what happens." Her smile looked predatory as she crooked her finger at me.
So now I'm screwing up my courage. Does she or doesn't she?
I'm finally about to find out...
{The End}
Barrister
Does She or Doesn't She? Oh, she does indeed and aren't you the lucky boy. This was, for me, a poignant story, sparking reminiscences of teenaged spanko angst and lust. I played household spanking games, bare-bottomed at the age of five, but never as an older child or teen. Thanks for a great story.
zadigski email
This is a nicely descriptive story of a crush on the older girl next door. A girl who is only three years older, but that is enough to make her an older woman to the hero as child, even though he is eighteen. But the story lacks the suspense that the title implies that it will have. And who waits five minutes after a lady, who has said she is going to spank you, has crooked her finger at you?
Kris email
If I had a neighbor like that, I probably would have had fantasies about various bun warmings, too. I think the real question here isn't whether she does or doesn't, but whether, if he goes to the other side of the fence, will she treat his desire seriously, or will it be just five humilatingly light swats as his child bottom got from the ruler, accompanied by some giggling at his expense?
The language is breezy, talking about wallopings and butt whackings, which serves to keep the reader at a distance instead of drawing us in to connect with the narrator in any way other than a smirky, "yeah, I like spankings, too." And because of that, we don't really get to touch that potential depth here I don't think it would have overburdened the story itself to move away from the main character fantasizing about a "walloping" and reaching for a unique voice from the speaker, letting us see things as he imagined, on a personal level, perhaps describing his fantasy in immediate terms, such as "stern hands snapping wood against skin". This is important at the heart of the story, where such technique could draw us in, and let us see the narrator as something more than a young man hiding behind smirky language.
I just think the story could have used some sweaty, breathless details. From reading other stories by the same author, I'd kind of like to see him write outside of his comfort zone in this way and see what happens.
Technically, the story itself is fine, and readable, and an entertainment in its own breezy style. I just think there's potential for more depth that the author could handle, but consistently shies away from.