SSC: Proper Instruction 14

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SSC: Proper Instruction 14

(*****, M/f, Intense, wooden spoon)

A girl teaches her guardian how to discipline her. (Approximately 399 words. Originally published 2000-08.)

"Stir this while I check the quiche," said Edward. He stepped aside so Nicole could take the spoon from him.

"Hmmmm. Homemade fudge," sighed Nicole. "Smells like heaven."

Edward pulled open the oven door and stuck a knife in the quiche. "Needs a few more minutes."

Nicole stirred the pot. "You know, I think this is the wooden spoon Mommy used to spank me with."

Edward started. He tried not to notice that Nicole's round bottom was a mere six inches from his head. He pushed the quiche back in the oven, closed the door, and rose.

"I always hated getting spanked with the wooden spoon," continued Nicole. "It doesn't hurt that much, but the pain's all... focused, I guess that's the word. It takes a long time to spank a whole bottom. Mom used to spank me with it for hours it seemed. She'd spank every inch of my butt. She'd use the tip of spoon to get in to areas you can't easily reach with a hairbrush, like the really tender skin in my crack."

Here Nicole, oblivious to Edward's profound embarrassment, reached a hand back to rub the flesh in question.

"Right there. God that hurt."

"Keep stirring," muttered Edward. He busied himself putting napkins at the table settings.

"If I screw up the fudge will you spank me with the wooden spoon?" giggled Nicole.

"No, you just won't get any fudge."

"That's a cruel and unusual punishment," remarked the girl smugly. "It's unconstitutional."

"You'd rather be spanked?" said Edward before he could stop himself.

"Hell yes! A hundred times more."

Edward's breath was ragged. "Well, perhaps we could arrange that. After dinner. After dessert."

"Ooooh," whispered Nicole. "With the wooden spoon?"


"Oh dear, I guess I've been a naughty girl again, haven't I."

"Very naughty."

"But I still get fudge."

"Yes, but you'll get ten whacks with the spoon for every piece of fudge you eat."

Nicole laughed. "That's going to be a lot of spanks! You haven't seen me eat fudge."

"That's ten spanks per _cheek_," continued Edward, pushing forward while his luck held.


"And we're cutting the fudge into half-inch pieces."

"I guess I shouldn't have reminded you about Mother's spoon spankings," smiled Nicole.

Edward didn't answer. He was too busy trying to imagine the head of the spoon smacking into Nicole's crack.

The End

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