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 523 words. Originally published 1998-02.)

With a desperate cry you reach back and grab your underwear and hold on for dear life. "Please, Mom!" you cry out. "Not that! I've had enough."

With a roar she slaps at your hands fiercely. "I'll tell you when you've had enough you little brat! It's the paddle, now, since you are going to act that way!"

"Noooo," you moan loudly, your heart thumping audibly in your chest. The paddle is the worst. It's a small hand-held job about half and inch thick and as hard as steel. It's very heavy and every stroke stings like hell but because of its size it takes a good long while to tan your whole bottom.

Your mom leaves your for a few seconds and then is back, and she's carrying the dreadful instrument. In a moment you are back across her lap, your buttocks blazing from a harsh series of smacks from that little paddle. You rise up and wiggle your tail frantically, trying to shake out the sting, but it does no good except cause your mother to really whale on your unruly bottom.

After a good five minutes or so of pure hell your mother pauses. You dare to hope that the spanking is over but you aren't sure. "Are you ready to cooperate, now?" she asks firmly. With a deep sigh you nod slowly, though you know what is about to happen. Sure enough, you feel cool air caress your naked butt and you know that now the real spanking begins.

Weeping, though you are trying to be brave, you begin to sob as that paddle comes down with brutal and unrelenting force right at the base of your bottom. It comes down so hard and so fast you can barely breath and you know your butt must be the color of raw steak by now. Your skin certainly feels like it's being barbequed, that's for certain.

After a good solid ten minutes of this your mother finally stops and releases you, stretching her aching arms and dropping the paddle on the bed. "I think that will be enough until your father comes home," she says with a deep sigh. "I'm exhausted."

You are not surprised, considering how you feel. Every muscle in your body feels like you have been using it intently for the last hour. You ache all over, but your bottom is the worst. It feels huge and swollen as you follow your mother into the living room and stand naked in front of the mirror in the entryway and wait for your father. Your butt burns and throbs and tears drip down your face just thinking about how red it must look. You take a quick peek, turning yourself slightly so you can see your ass in the mirror and you gasp. That horribly red and swollen flesh that meets your eyes cannot be yours, surely! It looks impossible to bear such punishment and survive.

But survive it you did. Now you just have to wait for your father to get home. That will surely be the end.