Tell Her
Copyright 1997-2002 by OldTom, all rights reserved.

He realized that if she ever got her computer back, she would once again be able to find and read his stories. And that meant... Hmmm...

Can you find her and tell her? I can feel she is close. Our connection is severed, yet our friendship remains. You might find her and not know it, for only in silence can our friendship survive.

Tell her I miss her.

Tell her of our future, if you would for me, please. Tell her I found it... we can play once again. For we have our own world, and I still hold its key. The key is my writing, still her I can please. She comes close from time to time; I can feel it. She will know.

In our Playground of the Mind, all things remain possible. Time has less meaning there; we can move forward or back. Locations mean nothing - through text can we connect.

There is, of course, a catch.

In my playground, women tend to get spanked. Sometimes it's even hard to tell the reason why. It just... happens.

She had to protest; it was part of her nature.

"What did I do?" she asked. She wasn't resisting being pulled along by her wrist. She knew the meaning of resistance. She'd tried that one before.

"You'd better figure it out, and soon," he growled. She knew that tone of voice; this was going to hurt. And she didn't even know why. She hated not knowing why.

She stood before him, looking put-upon. "Off," he said, and she slowly, carefully, ever so slowly, unfastened her overalls to let them drop to the floor.

"That's not helping you any. Take all the time you want. Please. We do have all day."

That changed things. She quickly stepped out of the clothing, placed herself across his left leg as he wished.

He snugged her in close, and spanked her quite hard. It was only his hand, and so she knew the
pain would not last more than a day. But just now it was more than she could bear.

She soon cried... there are days it doesn't take much. He relented with the tears, pulling her back to her feet.

She faced him and glared. Her face showed she still didn't know why she'd been punished.

"I missed you, my friend. Only one thing gets your attention... that's a spanking, of course. You know when one's coming, so I thought I would see. How close are you really? You know that it's me."

But her bottom hurt, and she didn't think this little Hello was very funny at all. She stood there and glared.

But he was so happy to see her, even if it be just in the mind. The day was suddenly so nice, warm and quite sunny... so sunny, in fact, that he had to deal with the glare.

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