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SSC: The Bad Dog

(*****, M/f, Intense, spanking)

A girl is spanked by her neighbor. (Approximately 490 words. Originally published 2000-08.)

The summer I was fourteen, we moved. Not just across town, but to a completely different state. Physically I was becoming a woman, and I was very interested in boys, but the move put a serious damper on my social activities, especially since school hadn't started yet and I hadn't made any friends. We moved because of my father's work, but since my mother was nurse, she was able to find work easily. This meant I was left home alone, just me and Sambo, my black lab.

One day, a couple weeks after we'd arrived, there was a sharp knock at the door. It was Mr. Vidinsky, our neighbor. He was an older man, a widower, tall and slender, with gray hair and narrow mustache. He reminded me of my mom's favorite actor, David Niven. I think from the first time I'd met him I developed a little crush.

"Is this your dog?" he asked. I saw he had Sambo on a leash.

"Yes sir." I blushed as I spoke. What was wrong with me? I was never so formal. But there was something about Mr. Vidinsky that seemed to demand politeness. I took Sambo off the leash and let him into the house.

"Your parents home?"

I shook my head.

"Then you'd better come with me."

The damage to the flower beds was intense. Sambo had dug up dozens of the man's tulips and petunias; it was a disaster. I apologized, but Mr. Vidinsky was not amused.

"He's your dog, so you are responsible," he said sternly. "Come with me."

I followed him nervously. We went into his house and into a cosy study. Books lined the walls all the way up to the ceiling. The place was impressively chaotic. I felt a bit in awe of this man.

He led me a large stuffed chair, well-worn from years of use. He sat and patted his lap. "I will punish you myself. No point in getting your parents involved."

I nodded, my mouth going dry at the word "punish."

Next thing I knew I was face down across his lap. His big hand palmed my butt for a second, then lifted and smacked down hard. I gulped, but didn't say a word. Again he spanked me, and again.

I was wearing shorts. Skimpy ones, I must admit. They were a year old and my butt had grown out of them. I became painfully aware of every bounce and twitch of my rear end.

I still hadn't spoken, and neither had Mr. Vidinsky. He just spanked and I just lay there. It didn't especially hurt, but I was too astonished to feel much. I just couldn't believe this man, this stranger, was spanking me like a little girl!

Finally it was over. He let me go with a stern reprimand to watch my dog, and I ran home, rubbing my warm bottom.

The End

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