Showing posts with label Crying. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Crying. Show all posts

Wednesday, 29 June 2016

A Smile for Today - Short Story

She was naughty
 She got caned. It hurt
She cried.

Shortest story I've ever written:)

Ronnie
xx

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Monday, 25 January 2010

Crying is OK

I asked P yesterday evening when was the last time he'd cried, he was reading whatever and looked at me a bit odd for disturbing him, then he said he didn't know. Then before I got chance to tell him he said he did remember actually, it was when his brother died, and it wasn't really crying, it was everything built up and he just lost it for a few moments. He couldn't remember a time before that. Why, he asked.

''Because I just read an article by India Knight, in today's Sunday Times, saying we all cry a lot more these days and it's good for us, and she actually looks suspiciously upon anyone who doesn't cry or says they never cry.'' I answered, and went on to summarise some of the article which is actually very good and makes sense, and gives loads of reasons for crying and why it's good for you.

''And?'' He asked.

''Well I was just wondering, when you spank me, maybe I should cry more, what do you think. I mean she didn't mention spanking, I just wondered.''

''You hardly ever cry except over books or sad movies,'' he said, ''I do remember a few times when you've sniffled after a spanking but mostly I'd say you cry out, which is not the same as crying.''

''I did cry when you spanked me for being horrible about your mom,'' I corrected him, ''but you'd gone to pick her up so you missed most of it.''

''Well be horrible about my mom again then and see if it makes you feel good, then if it doesn't write to India Knight and complain.'' I knew he was joking but I had a point, I just wasn't making it very well. I think I'd like to cry more but I don't want a sore backside for days after just to test it, and anyway I don't think it was the pain that made me cry on that occasion, I think it was more that I'd genuinely offended P and didn't have chance to apologise.

''I think I'm most likely to cry when I've genuinely offended you,'' I told him, ''and it's the words you use when you discipline me that turn on the waterworks.''

''Ah,'' he said, ''so my spankings don't make you cry but my words do. So I need to up my spanking and hold back on the words. I'll get the balance right one day.'' He was still joking, maybe I chose the wrong time to ask. ''What are you reading, by the way?'' I asked him.

''Somebody taking trip down the Danube,'' he answered. ''Okay, sounds interesting,'' I lied and went back to my paper.

Intellectual conversation hardly, but if by some miracle he remembers and does up his spanking, well, who am I to argue.

Ronnie
xx