The Story - Spanked in Front of Him
The Story - Spanked in Front of Him “This happened many decades ago and I will try to remember what happened. It is mostly true” The summer air was thick with the scent of cut grass and my own simmering frustration. I stood in the foyer, the familiar worn rug under my sandals, feeling every one of my sixteen years and acting like I was eight. “Ten o’clock, Lisa. Not a minute later.” My father’s voice was a flat, immovable wall. He didn’t even look up from his newspaper. “But Daddy,” I whined, the petulance dripping from my tone. “The movie doesn’t even end until ten-fifteen! It’s a Friday night!” My boyfriend shifted his weight beside me, a solid, calming presence I was determined to ignore. His hand found the small of my back, a gentle press. “It’s okay, sir. We can just grab a burger or something instead. No big deal.” “See?” I snapped, twisting to look at him, my future husband’s earnest face only fueling my fire. “He’s fine with it! Why can’t you be?” “Lisa, it’s going to be o...