DISCLAIMER: The following story if fictional group of random thought particals from the recesses of my mind, there is no intentional simularites between the characters in the stories and real (or so they thing) persons, of the past, currently alive, or yet to be born. So I make sole claim on these electrons, though they can be cloned freely as long as the message remains intact, and no attempt to uses it to gain the favour of the minor deity known as money. The random stream of semi-conscience though contains a depictions of a child being spanked as a form of punishment, if such things offends carefully cultured senceablities, or you you have yet reached the rank of major in what you think is society, then please recycle these electrons to save bandwidth sooner than possible.
—Rogue (who's exictance has yet to be disproved)
- Terminology note: (for the less widely mind traveled)
- mate: (n) Kiwi slang; 1. friend 2. pal. (pl) mates
- tog: (n) an item of clothing used for swimming in. (pl) togs
A Hot Day in a Life (F/b, nc, choc)
It was a hot day like most others. Myself and my mate Richie where running around outside my place having a grand old time, with our water guns and our dihydroxide bombs, in our togs and Mum was inside doing, oh I don't know Mum-stuff. When I noticed Richie slip around the farside of the house, .oO(Brillant)Oo. I though, .oO(I can cut through the house, and catch him by surprise with a bomb from the sun deck.)Oo. So running with gleeful antipation I zipped in the front door, zapped up the stairs, and was zooming towards the deck when I heard a shattering noise from in my wake. I spun around to see what could have made such a noise, and to my not so welcomed surprise, before me was the spreading shards that was, until the happtance of a force of nature,was my mother's prized crystal statue of a dragon rearing with it's wings spread and daring anyone that would disturb what was placed at it's feet, you see it was a present from my dad when my older sister, Zara was born and it had become tradtion to place an egg shaped birth-stone for each child born into the family, my own sapphire was now spinning at my feet. To make matters worse was, standing in the hall doorway, was my own, now shocked, mother. It was in all almost enough shock for me to drop my precious water boom still clutched in this hatchling's claws.
After a brief second that seamed like an enturity my mother utter in the tone that only your parents can achieve, "Alexander Dougles Murry! How many times have I told you not to run in the house? Oh go to your room, I will deal with you shortly."
It was phrased in such a manner that you reacted imidiatly else you knew the 'deal' would be even worse. I moved so fast past her, and into my room, that I could have sworn to have set a new land speed record if my feet had touched the ground.
In my room I had time for my thoughts to catch back up to me, for I surely must have mislaid them some where to have acted to stupidly. For Richie would most certainly be sent home, and it was only early in the afternoon, which would insure a long boring day, for which, it slowly dawned upon me, I would probabily not be sitting down for. It was true that she and dad have repeativly told us kids not to run or ruff-house inside as something might get broken. and it was a beautiful dragon too. Where did I put that blasted water boom? Don't tell me I dropped it inside to make things worse! No, no, Mum had taken it off me as I ran past. Well I'm a big boy now of seven and a half, I won't blubber this time like I did like when I was a little kid.
Just then Mum walked into the room. She sat carmily down on my Lucky Star, Space Ranger covered bed. "Now Alex, You know why we tell you and your sisters not to run in the house?"
To this I could only nod.
"Well could you tell me so that I'm sure we are both thinking the same thing?"
"Sso things don't get broke, llike your dragon," I stammered.
"Good, though so you will remember that next time, before you do it, I'm going to have to punish you, so will you come over here now"
I dragged my feet over to Mum's left, where upon she lifted me up and across her sun warmed legs. then her fingers where in my waistband, and I realized as my togs came to rest around my knees that for this spankin' I would be of all intensive purposes, naked. Still I was a big boy now and could take it like a man, then:
SLAP! my left cheek protested to such treatment, SMACK! now the enitety of my right, was adding it's voice to chorus that I was getting from back there then SPANK! the lower of both! cried out in unison, my resolve broke, so did I.WHACK! went as mum's steady hand added my upper and inner left thigh to the symphony quickly followed by SPPANNNK! as the same portions of my right thigh,I stated to kick.
"Owww! Please Mummy, it hurts!"
"It's, " SLAP! "Meant to." SMACK! SPANK! Mum was going as steady as rain and the spanks keep hailing down on my posterior, I was really failing now, but Mum keeped me steady on her lap with her right, as my legs unhindered now in beat with my arms.
"Please Mummy," WHACK! "I'm sooorrry!" SMACK! "I'll won't do it again!"
"I know," SPPPANNK! " you wont, that's is what " SLAP! "this is to aid."
Right then as far as I concerned the world consisted of me, Mum, and my fiery backside, but slipping into my reality was a familiur jingle that all the kids had their ears well tuned to receive, the jingle of the Ice-cream truck. Talk about adding insult to injury I had been waiting all week saving my pocket money so I could by my dream cone, the Chocolate bomb, two scoops of different types of chocolate ice cream, coated in a chocolate shell, and here I was over my mother's knee again, I gave up and just laid there receiving the rest of my spanking, balling like the little kid I was.
The spanking quickly finished and Mum laid me face down on my bed and softly said to me "The my hatchling, it is over, and don't worry you will soon enough be big enough to fly". and left me there to finish my cry with a kiss.
As my sobs abated, Richie came into my room, had he stayed to watch my spanking, the sod! wait what was that in his hands...
"Your Mum gave me some money to get us some ice creams," he began, lick on his cone, "and told be to wait for the Ice-cream man while she 'delt' with you," he paused, then continued "Man, you could get a job stopping traffic with the job your Mum gave you!, here have your own, she remember which one you wanted"
And sure enough there in his offering hand, was my dream cone, I rolled over then quickly decided to stand, and gratefully took the offered cone. Then Mum came back into the room, "Alex honey, put you togs back on, Now you two take your cones out onto the deck, and behave while I take a shower, then I might take you two down to the school's pool."
So the afternoon wasn't a waste, and a couple of days later the Dragon was back! Apparently between the combination of dragon magic, and a guy call Insurance, it was harder than my mistake to kill a dragon!
EPILOGUE: Many years later that dragon is now sitting on my mantle not only guarding those eggs, but also those of my own hatchlings and those of my clutch-siblings as well.
