Shorts

 

"You live hundreds of miles away from me. Is that right?"

"Yes, sir."

"Therefore I can't just walk over and spank you every time you need it. Is that right?"

"Yes, sir."

"But you want me to hold you accountable, and you want me to have the right to impose consequences. Is that true?"

"Yes, sir."

"I warned you that when you wrote your assigned lines, they had to be perfect. No mistakes, nothing left out. Do you remember that?"

"Yes, sir."

"Yet look at this. You skipped entire lines. You came up short three different days. Do you see what I mean?"

"Yes, sir."

"What's the story? Can you explain all these shorts?"

"No, sir."

"You have no legitimate shorts story?"

"No, sir."

"And you understand that without a legitimate shorts story, nobody wins? That is, nobody gets spanked?"

"Yes, sir."

"So be it."

"But sir, I *want* to get spanked!"

"Then tell me a shorts story."

"Well, sir... Okay. She was wearing shorts around the house. When he came home, she was still wearing them, because she had never properly dressed. And she hadn't made her bed either... and the hair brush was just sitting there..."

"That's not much of a story."

"No, sir. I was hoping you could inspire me."

"I don't know. People say my stories stink. They run out of the house gasping, holding their noses."

"Oh, no sir! It's not that at all. It's that they are intimidated in the presence of such talent."

"Now *that* is a good story! I guess you've earned your spanking after all."

 

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