Subject: New Story: The Long Day (ALEX SERIES) F/f
From: "Jessie Walker" <sapphire77@hotmail.com>
Date: Sun, 28 Feb 1999 14:39:26 PST

The Long Day

Usual disclaimers apply. Feedback and comments are always appreciated. However, I want to add on that just a little. I’ve gotten several emails from people about the Alex series saying that they like the stories, but the spanking scenes do nothing for them and are unremarkable. Actually, in all honesty, I always take this as a compliment. First of all, I am not writing this series for the spanking scenes. I am greatly enjoying writing the dialogue and interactions between the characters, so if you are looking for a good spanking scene, you won’t find it here. Also, I have very mixed feelings about writing about spanking a child, however, I think I justify this by making it, obviously, a work of fiction.

Perhaps my stories don’t belong on SSS, because there is a lot of plot and little spanking, but for the most part, people have encouraged me to keep them going and I do enjoy writing them. With that said, read if you want, otherwise, you’ve been warned that the spanking scene is probably going to seem bland to you:-) Thanks—Jessie.


Anne came down the stairs yawning, her shoulder length auburn hair tousled from the nap she just awoke from. Vic was in the kitchen chopping vegetables for dinner. Anne came up behind her, grabbed her from behind, inhaled deeply and kissed her on the back of her neck.

“Good afternoon Sleepy, “ Vic replied leaning back into Anne’s firm warm body.

“How long have you been awake?” Anne asked stealing a carrot. Vic slapped her hand and said, “Awhile. Jane’s mom dropped Alex off and I heard her come in, so I got up.”

Anne reached around Vic and stole another carrot. “Hmm, that is funny, I didn’t hear her come in.” Vic turned and landed a spank to Anne’s bottom, “Hey you, stay out of the carrots. I need them for dinner. And I am not surprised you didn’t hear anything, you were pretty much out.” Vic poured Anne a cup of coffee and her brown eyes glittered as she handed it to her, “What’s the matter? Did I keep you up too late last night?”

Anne grinned at her lover and was about to respond when a loud thump rattled the whole kitchen. Vic sighed and said, “I am afraid that is what finally woke you up.”

“What the hell is it?” Anne said getting up to look out the kitchen window.

“That is Alex slamming the basketball up against the house. She has been out there for about 2 hours now. I’ve been out to ask her to try and take it out on the basketball hoop, but somehow I don’t think that is her point. She has had a scowl on her face ever since she walked in the door. She won’t talk to me about it.”

Anne took another sip of her coffee and sat back down. “I don’t know what has gotten into her lately. She is crabby, rude, and inconsiderate. I am losing my patience with her.”

Vic nodded, “I know what you mean, but her counselor said we would eventually run into these types of behaviors and that we just need to remain steady. I have every faith in her that she will work it out, but it makes it hard in the meantime.”

“It sure does,” Anne said. “I just wish that she would let us in. I can see the anger building in her eyes and I feel so helpless sometimes.”

“All we can do is be here for her Anne. We are doing the very best we can. She will come to us when she is ready. In the meantime, we need to let her know that we love her, and keep setting firm and loving limits with her. Her counselor was right. She needs consistency and steadiness in her life. God knows her mother never showed her that,” Vic’s deep brown eyes blazed with hatred for a woman she had never met. “I get so damn furious at that woman for walking off and leaving her,” Vic said bitterly.

Anne nodded. “Yes, but for Alex’s sake we cannot let her hear us talking that way about her mother. I mean afterall, it is her mother, and no matter how badly she was treated by her, Alex will keep loving her. We need to support her in that… if that is what she chooses to do, “ Anne said, her big blue eyes meeting Vic’s.

Vic didn’t speak and turned her back to cooking. Anne walked up and leaned against the counter to look into Vic’s face. Tears trickled down the other woman’s cheek. Anne placed her hand on Vic’s shoulder and turned her towards herself and into her arms.

“This is so hard sometimes,” Vic said, her voice choked.

Anne kissed the side of Vic’s head and whispered into her partner’s ear, “I know Babe, but we are going to make it. Just you wait.” Vic took a deep breath and brushed the tears from her eyes. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to fall apart on you.”

“Look at me,” Anne said looking directly into Vic’s eyes. “You don’t have anything to be sorry about. This is tough. It hurts. It hurts so bad sometimes I want to scream at all the injustices that little girl has survived. We are going to need each other to lean on here. Okay? I am always here for you. Always. Never doubt that. If you need to cry, you go right ahead and cry. I will be right here holding you. And you know what? I know that you would do that exact same for me. We need to be clear that crying about something that hurts is not falling apart. Okay?” Anne said intensely.

Vic nodded her head. “God, do you have any idea how wonderful you can be?” Vic said, her voice gruff and scratchy from all the emotions still stuck in her throat. Anne grinned and said in a low voice, “Well, you could show me tonight.”

Vic laughed and kissed her partner deeply. “You’re on woman.”

THUMP THUMP THUMP. The glasses in the cupboard rattled. Anne rolled her eyes. “I guess I will go out and see if I can talk with her.”

“Good luck,” Vic said going back to her cooking.

Anne walked out and felt the cool crisp air hit her skin. She breathed deeply. She stood and watched as Alex dribbled the ball furiously. She was uncoordinated, not really watching what she was doing.

“Hey Lovey, I think Vic already asked you if you could actually try to hit the hoop instead of the side of the house. Do you think you could try that again please?” Anne asked.

Alex didn’t answer, just pounded the ball harder with her small hand. Anne frowned a little.

“Alex, did you hear me?” No answer, just harder pounding. “ALEX?” Anne said a little louder.

The ball hit the corner of Alex’s shoe and went rolling. This was one to many frustrations for the little girl. “You dirty cocksucking ball,” she screamed as she ran and kicked the ball as hard as she could. It bounced off the house and slammed into Alex’s legs. Alex picked up the ball and hurled it at the house, narrowly missing the window. She screamed a whole stream of obscenities that Anne didn’t even know could be used in combination. “Fuckingshitheadcocksuckinggoddamnfuckerpissinghelluvasonofabitch.”

“ALEX,” Anne said firmly, “that is quite enough. You are rattling the whole house with your frustration, not to mention disturbing the whole neighborhood with that mouth of yours.”

“FUCK YOU,” Alex screamed at Anne.

Anne tried to remain calm, but could feel her anger rising. “Alex, go into the house right now.”

“NO. I DON’T HAVE TO LISTEN TO YOU. YOU AREN’T MY MOM,” Alex screamed picking up the ball.

“NOW,” Anne said firmly. She was angry now and Alex was pushing her luck.

Alex hurled the ball at Anne and continued her rage, “YOU’RE JUST A STUPID DYKE BITCH AND SO IS VIC.”

The ball missed Anne barely. Anne’s limit was pushed beyond the max. It took all her control not to grab Alex and turn her over her knee right then and there. She went over to Alex and grabbed her arm leading her into the house. Alex struggled to get away, but Anne had a firm grip on her.”

Alex bit down hard on Anne’s hand. Anne gritted her teeth and used both hands to put Alex in a tight embrace. Anne had used this hold before on out of control children. Alex struggled and fought, but Anne held on. Alex was cussing and spitting and fighting with all her might, but finally Anne could feel the fight start to lessen. She used that to her advantage and still holding Alex tightly, picked her up and walked her into the house and sat her down on the couch. She stood staring at Alex who was glaring at her. Sweat poured down her face from her effort.

Alex jumped up from the couch and ran upstairs, deliberately knocking over a priceless vase Vic had given to Anne while visiting Egypt. That was the last straw for Anne.

She followed Alex up the stairs stopping once in the bathroom to pick up the hairbrush. She got to Alex’s room and felt the weight of the little body blocking the door. She pushed forcefully but gently, careful not to knock Alex over. The little girl grabbed whatever she could find to throw at the woman, which consisted mostly of stuffed animals and a few Barbie dolls.

“That is enough Alex. Stop it right this minute,” Anne said grabbing the little girl and pulling her over her lap. Alex struggled and tried to get off, but Anne had a firm grip on her and held her close to her. She picked up the hairbrush and brought it down on Alex’s bottom. Alex howled, but this didn’t stop Anne. The older woman continued to spank the child through her denim, knowing full well, that the jeans were protecting her from the full brunt of it.

“Alex, now you listen to me, “ she said as the hairbrush found its mark repeatedly. “It is okay to be mad, but it is not okay to throw things and break things and cuss. Do I make myself clear?” Anne said pulling down Alex’s jeans and panties in one quick motion. Alex barely had time to register that her jeans were being pulled down and that her panties were not protecting her anymore.

“Do I make myself clear young lady?” Anne said peppering Alex’s bare bottom. This was one lesson she wanted Alex to always remember. She had no plans on going easy on her. Her behavior out there had been horrendous.

“YES,” screamed Alex. She was kicking high, hoping to kick Anne in the face. Anne was too quick and put her leg over the little girl’s legs, leaving Alex completely helpless.

Anne picked up the pace and intensity. Alex’s bottom was already very red. “Your behavior out there was awful and inexcusable. I will not have you treat me with such disrespect.” Alex screamed and pleaded, saying she was sorry, but Anne knew those were words just to get out of the spanking she deserved.

Anne continued spanking Alex hard and fast. The red bottom grew crimson and very hot. The hairbrush found its spot time and time again. The back of Alex’s thighs did not go unnoticed either. In fact, her whole bottom was given extreme attention. Finally, Anne could sense the shift in Alex’s little body. The girl quit struggling and great heaves came from deep within. Anne slowed to a steady almost hypnotic pace, letting the little girl calm down a little from her near hysteria. Alex continued to sob. Anne lifted her leg off of Alex’s and put down the brush. She spanked Alex’s bare bottom with her hand while talking. “Do you understand why you are being spanked Alex?” She asked the little girl.

Alex nodded and continued to sob, not able to really catch her breath. Anne continued with little light spanks, knowing that even these light ones must hurt.

“I don’t ever want you to talk to me like that again,” Anne said giving Alex’s bottom a sharp spank. “Is that understood?”

Alex whimpered and nodded. Anne stopped the spanking and rubbed the child’s back.

“And I never want to have to spank you like I just did again. Not ever,” Anne said in a gritty voice, trying to hold back the tears that she felt springing to her eyes.

The little girl just lay over the older woman’s lap, crying herself out. Anne stroked the little blonde head and rubbed the little back. Finally she asked, “Are you ready to talk Alex? Are you ready to talk about what got you so upset?”

Alex shook her head no. Anne helped Alex up and stood her between her legs. “Okay, sweetie, when you are ready to talk you may come down, or you can call for us and we will come up and talk to you, OK?” She hugged Alex close, and was relieved that the little girl allowed her to do this. She helped Alex step all the way out of her jeans and panties and undid the bed. Alex climbed in and Anne handed the child the only toy that Alex had wanted to keep from her mother, a little stuffed tiger. Alex clung to it, as tears fell silently down her cheeks.

Tears welled up in Anne’s eyes at how appropriate that little tiger was. Today Alex had acted like a wild and wounded tiger, biting and scratching at anyone or anything that got in her way…maybe with some deep understanding and knowledge, Alex’s mom had known that her daughter would have to have the strength of a tiger to survive. Such were the thoughts that ran through Anne’s mind as she got a warm wash cloth and gently washed the tear streaks from Alex’s precious face.

Alex said nothing but put her finger up to Anne’s face and traced the tears as they fell. “Why are you crying?” Alex asked in a whisper.

Anne struggled to find her voice. It came out as a whisper also, “because I love you and because I am so sorry that you are hurting so bad right now.”

Alex continued to trace Anne’s face with her small finger. “Sometimes, I miss my mom,” the little voice cracked.

“I know you do sweetheart,” Anne said brushing the hair away from Alex’s face.

“The kids at school say she left because I was bad,” Alex said as her little face crumpled.

Anne closed her eyes for a brief moment, hoping she could find the right words. “Alex, your mom left because she had some very serious emotional problems. You did nothing sweetheart, to cause her to go away. She was sick. It wasn’t your fault. Can you understand that? Her going away wasn’t your fault. You are not bad; nothing about you is bad. Sometimes you get angry and do some things that aren’t always so nice, but that doesn’t mean you are bad. Okay? That means that you get mad, just like everyone else in the world, and we have to find a way to help you deal with those mad feelings. Does that make any sense?”

Alex nodded a little, seeming satisfied for the moment with that answer. The little face frowned a little and Anne asked, “What else Lovey? Is there something else you want to ask or get cleared up?”

. “The kids at school say that you and Vic are living in sin and that you will go to hell.”

Anne smiled through her tears. “There are always going to be people who think that because Vic and I live together we will go to hell, but you know what? We really don’t care what they think. We love each other and we think that love is probably good enough for God too. So don’t worry your pretty li’l head about that one OK?” Anne said tucking the covers up under Alex’s chin.

“Try and get a little rest and we will come get you when dinner is ready okay?” Anne said giving Alex’s forehead a big kiss. She headed for the door and turned off the light.


“Yes, Lovey?” Anne paused at the door.

“I am sorry I called you those names and threw a ball at you.” Alex said looking straight into Anne’s eyes. “I didn’t mean it.”

“I know you didn’t Lovey. Thanks for the apology. When you get up though, we are going to have to talk about where you learned all those words. Some of those words I didn’t even know existed!” Anne said raising an eyebrow at Alex.

Alex giggled and said, “Well, I don’t really know what they mean, but it felt so good to say ‘em.”

Anne grinned, “Happy dreams sweetheart. Rest well.”

Anne drifted down the stairs feeling tired and worn out and very emotional. When she got to the bottom of the stairs, there was Vic, holding out her arms. Anne appreciatively fell into her partner’s arms and shed the last remaining tears while being held tightly and securely.

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