Another erotic story from the FLOGMASTER!
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(****, ?/?, Edgy, Could contain anything.)
This is an interactive story where you get to choose how the story progresses. (Approximately 314 words. Originally published 1998-02.)
If life were fair, you would have made it. Instead, your foot catches on the metal leg of a plant stand you go sprawling. The potted plant crashes to the ground and shatters, making a horrendous noise. Guiltily, you rise to your feet as the sliding door opens and Eric's father stands staring at you is disbelief.
"Terry! What in the world?"
"I'm sorry, Mr. Carpenter," you begin, "it was an accident."
"What are you doing in our backyard?"
"Uh, I was looking for Eric."
"Didn't you call earlier?"
You stare at your shoes. "Yeah."
"Didn't Eric tell you he was busy?"
Your face is growing hot. You nod, to embarrassed to speak.
"Well. I think you should step inside. I'm going to put in a call to your father."
"Oh no, Mr. Carpenter! Please don't do that!"
The man ignores your protests, and guides you inside. You can sense Eric's presence in the corner, and you have to work not to turn and look at him. You focus instead of his father, who's reaching for the telephone.
"Please, sir, don't call my father."
Mr. Carpenter studies you for a minute. "I'm not sure what you were doing out there. Snooping where your nose doesn't belong, no doubt. If you were my child, I'd want to know about it so I could give you the discipline that you obviously need."
"I'll pay for the pot and plant, sir."
"You'll do more than that," says the man. He suddenly nods, making up his mind. "No doubt you witnessed the business Eric and I are conducting right now..."
"Uh..."
"I'll give you a choice: take your punishment with Eric or I'll call your father. Your choice."
What will it be?
1. Take your punishment with Eric [Go to 52]
2. Let Mr. Carpenter call your father [Go to 53]