"Miscommunication"

by the Roguebfl

This is my onther entry in the s.s.s summer story contest [500 words]

Donner hated these 'plus family' gatherings his parents attended, with him dragged along. At 14 he was older than the other 'kids' so found no solace from the boredom there, yet not old enough to find the adult company any better. To make things worse dinner was always late at these things. When the only seat he could scrounge where he could semi-decently hear the background music was a bar-stool that placed a chocolate moose — that was meant for one of tonight's desserts — right under his nose, making the wait for dinner even more unbearable.

Just as he had enough temptation from the moose, he moved so it was behind him, one of the kids came up to him. An eight-year-old called Dennis he thought, and entreated of him, “Can I have some of that?”

Now trying to be responsible he told the kid flatly, “No.”

But his mother overheard but couldn't see what was in the bowl and figured it was one of the snack bowls and scolded, “Donner don't be churlish and share.”

The unfairness of the scold pushed Donner right to his limit, He got off the stool to storm of to somewhere where he wouldn't be tempted to really cross it. Only to realize he had nowhere he could go. So he simply stomped into an out of the way corner and sat down in it cross-legged facing it to cut himself off from everyone.

His mother while not pleased with his public display of bad manners but decided he give her teen some slack and gave him a chance to fix his behavior. “Donner, either come out of the corner and behave yourself, or stand in it properly.”

Unfortunately it had been ages — at least a year — since Donner had had to do corner-time so he took the warning the wrong way. He resent being treated like a little kid. But he didn't want to push his mother to the next step either; not here. He stood, dropped his jeans — hoping that would be good enough, and put his hands on his head.

His mother was surprised by his choice. Not just that he chose to stay in the corner, but to lower his jeans, while not fully bare, was more than what was required. Donner was only told drop his pants for corner-time if it was going to be more than a timeout, and spanking was almost guaranteed to follow. She didn't know why he was pushing for it, but she wasn't going to let him spoil the party and was going to put a stop to it. Getting permission from her host, before ear-dragged her ankle jean-shackled son to the master bedroom.

Sitting down on the bed she stood Donner in front of him and drew his belt free from his jeans. “I don't know why you want this, but I will not disappoint,” she announced as she pulled him across her lap.