Natty Stories/Page9

Back To The Routine
I was right. I got a spanking on the way home from Daddy. Mommy was driving. "Time to get back to being a bad penny, Natty. Over my knee." I complied. Slowwwwly.

Whack! "Naughty..." Whack, whack! "little..." whack, whack, whack! "baby" whack, whack, whack, whack! "murderers" whack, whack, whack, whack! "get their" whack, whack, whack, whack! "baby bottoms" whack, whack, whack, whack! "SPANKED" whack, whack, whack, whack! "till they" whack, whack, whack! "learn to" whack, whack! "be good" WHACK! "citizens!"

Of course, I wasn't silent during all of this, even though it was only over my pantyseat. I screamed. I cried. I begged. I kicked and squirmed. But none of it made any difference. I'm a little girl and I was getting SPANKED!

When we got home, Mommy and Daddy talked to me a lot about their rules, which they'd never gotten a chance to do before. I hope I can remember all of them. And then we went outside to practice pole vaulting.

It has been a long time. And of course, a three year old will never be an athletic superstar. But it was a very satisfactory workout. We ran, did pushups and situps, and then started vaulting.

Man, have I forgotten a lot about vaulting. It's been fifty years since I could. But I managed a couple of okay vaults. I'll need to get a lot stronger to be able to loft my body, though. I was disappointed that I could only go two feet high, but Mommy and Daddy explained why.

"When you started vaulting, how high could you go?" asked Mommy.

"Bout five feet," I answered. We were lying on the grass, preparatory to putting everything away.

"Well, that was about your height," said Daddy. "And you aren't much more than two feet now."

We went inside and had lunch. I was famished. I got seconds, but when I asked for thirds, Mommy said no. I saw her and Daddy look at each other, but I didn't know what it was about.

I was put down for a nap and then allowed to read. I got back to work on biochemistry. Some day I will find the cure, Danielle. I promise.

Children and Other Impediments to Sex
Charles came down from putting little Natty to bed. "Took a long time to get her to sleep."

"Mmm." Sarah switched off the holovision and began to give him a backrub. "MmmmMMM."

"I think," she said seductively, "that someone needs a spanking tonight."

A certain part of Charles stood to attention.

"I think someone has been a naughty little boy."

Now it was doing the samba.

Sarah led him upstairs. As usual, they did a striptease for each other. It always got them in the mood so beautifully.

Lying over his wife's lap, Charles sighed contentedly, feeling the first of many warm-up smacks gently dust his quivering cheeks.

Sarah interposed her swats with strokes, carefully building her darling husband up, thrilling at the way his cheeks bounced under her palm. She enjoyed spanking Natty, of course, but this was more fun, since she knew Charles was enjoying himself too.

The spanks slowly began to get harder, but Charles was awash in a wave of pleasure and didn't really notice. Finally, Sarah was spanking as hard as she could, and Charles was only the tiniest bit away from coming.

Suddenly she yanked him off her lap and stood up. Immediately, he took her. She knew from long experience exactly when to do this, and he always came just after penetration.

Sarah, as hot as he, matched her release to his.

Just as they collapsed, weak from one of their finest copulations (among many) Natty began to scream.

Despite being warm, caring parents, who only wanted the best for their child, both Sarah and Charles wanted to kill the girl.

. ..

They didn't, of course. Sarah put on a robe and went to comfort little Natty from her nightmare. By the time she got back, Charles was asleep.

Sarah silently vowed that Natty would have at least one unearned spanking the next day.