Choose Your Own Spanking
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(****, ?/?, Edgy, Could contain anything.)

This is an interactive story where you get to choose how the story progresses. (Approximately 476 words. Originally published 1998-02.)

"Hi, Mom? Yeah, it's me." Your voice sounds quite nervous and you clear your throat in order to speak clearly. "No, nothing's wrong, not really. I-I put the fire out, everything's fine."

There's a blast of noise from the speaker so intense you have to move the phone away from your ear. A moment later there is quiet. "Uh, Mom? Are you okay now?"

"What the hell are you talking about?" she screams and you know that she is really mad to be hollering like that while at work.

"Well, I was burning this letter and the fire kind of got away from me. It just burned the rug in Dad's study a bit, that's all. I thought I'd better call you for safety reasons." You hope she will have sympathy since you called her, but she rails at you.

"Don't you move a cotton-picking muscle! I will be there in ten minutes!" There's a click and you are left waiting, dreading her arrival. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea.

Soon you hear her car and the click of her heels on the driveway. Keys jingle and front door creaks open. Footsteps, then silence. Then rapid steps away from you, a short pause and the bang of a drawer that drains the blood from your face, and then more footsteps followed by a sudden sharp knock on your door. Your mother bursts in, her face red and furious, not even waiting for you to answer. In her hand is the dreaded hairbrush.

"Take off those jeans," she says in a deadly voice and you obey instantly. In a moment it's your worst nightmare come true: you are lying across your mother's lap, waiting for your spanking to begin. You have not dared say a word to her since she came home. You can see she is far too angry to be reasoned with.

She does her reasoning with the hairbrush against your bottom, immediately and with excessive force. The terrible spanks rain down and in just moments you are squirming and crying. It hurts so bad you cannot believe it. You know you deserve it and so you try to be brave and accept it, but the heavy brush just keeps slamming into your butt, every stroke leaving a deep burning ache.

Suddenly she pauses and you gasp for relief, begging her forgiveness, when you feel her hand gripping the elastic of your underwear. She's going to bare your bottom! You cannot bear that. Surely not more spanking!

Your hands itch to reach back and grab the thin cotton briefs that protect your bottom and hold them in place but you dare not, do you?

Do you:

1. Grab your bottom and hang on for dear life [Go to 29]

2. Let her spank away [Go to 30]