Subject: The Computer (SSC)
From: SamPast <sampast@AOL.COM>
Date: 99-05-18 20:51:42 EDT
The Computer... a short story Copyright (c) 1999 by Sampast Word Count: 400 words
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Uncle Jack called Robin into his study. "Um, come here, please, young lady."
Robin did as she was told. The sound of her uncle's voice made her think that she was in a lot of trouble. "Yes?" she asked.
Jack pulled Robin over to his computer, which was sitting atop his desk. "Robin, were you in here playing on the computer today?" he asked sternly.
Robin looked up at her uncle. She wasn't sure how to answer. Jack must have felt her uncertainty, for his next statement was, "Tell the truth, Robin. You know it is always better than lying."
"Yes, sir, I was using your computer," Robin answered solemnly.
"And what is the rule about that?" Uncle Jack asked.
"To get permission first. I'm sorry," Robin said.
"Robin, you are in very serious trouble, young lady. You used my computer without permission. That was very naughty. You have no idea what you were doing; you could have ruined some of my very important work."
"Yes, sir. I'm sorry, Uncle Jack."
"I'm afraid 'I'm sorry' is not good enough, and you know that. Come over here," Jack said, taking Robin's hand and leading her over to the black, leather couch.
Jack sat down and stood Robin in front of him. "Would you like to tell me what you were doing on the computer, Robin?"
Robin shook her head back and forth. "Not really, sir."
Jack frowned. "Very well, then, I could always spank it out of you."
"No, no, I'll tell you. I was, uh, well, I was reading the SSS NG, sir."
"Again? Robin, you have been very naughty, indeed!" Jack exclaimed.
And then he pulled Robin's pants and panties down and laid her over his lap.
<Spank!> <Spank!> <Spank!> <Spank!> <Spank!> <Spank!> <Spank!> <Spank!> <Spank!>
"You are not to do that anymore, young lady. I hope you are learning your lesson!" Jack shouted.
Robin was crying very hard at this point. She managed to shake her head and say, "Yes, sir, I am."
Just then, Sam felt eyes on her. She looked up. Her husband was standing in the doorway, holding his briefcase, looking down at her. She was laying across the couch, wearing only a t-shirt. Her pants and panties lay in a heap on the floor.
"What are you doing, Sam?" he asked.
"Oh, uh, nothing, nothing at all," Sam answered.
<Sigh>
The end.