The Computer...a short
story (SSC99)
Copyright © 1999 Sampast
Word Count: 400 words
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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.