Choose Your Own Spanking
09

(****, ?/?, Edgy, Could contain anything.)

This is an interactive story where you get to choose how the story progresses. (Approximately 475 words. Originally published 1998-02.)

At about six o'clock your Dad arrives home. You hear his car drive up and a lump comes to your throat and your heart pounds in fear. He's going to be furious.

You run to meet him at the door. "Hi, Dad!" you say brightly, in your friendliest voice. He is not fooled. He knows you too well.

"All right, what did you do?"

You are silent for a second, your face crest-fallen. "What makes you think I've done something," you say softly, digging your toe into the carpet.

"I've known you for fifteen years and you do not come to me with that look unless you're in trouble. Now out with it! Did you get another paddling at school? You remember what I told you after the last one: you'll get double at home!"

You feel your face grow hot with blush as you look away from your father. He would have to bring _that_ up. Positively the most embarrassing experience of your life. Fifteen years old and paddled like a child, and in front of your two best friends, no less. Of course you did get to watch them get smacked too, which was kind of fun.

"Hem!" said your father grumpily and you realize he is waiting for your confession.

"Oh, well, it's not as bad as it looks," you begin, slowly leading your father toward his study, walking backwards in front of him so he can't rush past you and see for himself. "I was burning this letter I got and -- "

"What!" His voice was furious and you are shocked. Why is he so angry?

"Yeah, there was this letter and I burned it but when I -- "

"You _burned_ it? Why on earth did you burn it?"

"Well, I figured it had to be bad news."

"You always burn up bad news?" yelled your father. "Why didn't you at least _open_ it?"

"Uh, I, er -- "

"That was a present from your Mom and I, you little ungrateful brat! A $100 gift certificate to the Fairfield Mall!"

"A $100!" you gasp in dismay, your heart sinking.

"Yes. We bought it as a surprise for improving your grades this last term. I can't believe you burned it! I ought to tan your hide!"

Now you really feel awful. Your face burns with shame and you wonder how you can tell your dad about the mess in the room behind you. But suddenly he pushes past you and goes into his study. There is silence for a minute and then he is there, towering above you, his face a black mountain of rage.

"Go get me the strap!" he growls.

Do you:

1. Rush to get him the strap [Go to 19]

2. Try to persuade your father to be merciful [Go to 20]