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Story: Saturday Night (m/f)

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Mike Hitchen

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Dec 28, 1999, 3:00:00 AM12/28/99
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Please note, this story is set in the 1950's one of my favourite
spanking eras. Unfortunatley when it comes to describing and naming
ladies clothes of that period, I am pretty useless. Descriptions of
clothes have been taken from a fashion website specialising in that era.

It was unusual for Dave to spend the evening at home with his daughter,
he was hoping to make the most of it. "How about a game of cards?"he
asked, in a futile attempt at conversation with the uncommunicative
teenager. Barely 18, Sally sullenly refused all suggestions of
entertainment. She did not like being grounded - or the belt that Dave
had used on her upturned bottom the night before. He could try all he
wanted, nothing was going to induce Sally to co-operate with a man who
had not only clipped her wings, but had put a sting in her tail as well.

Now many may think that Sally was acting like a spoiled little brat, and
some may even suggest another trip across the back of the sofa would be
justified. However, Sally had a genuine reason to be aggrieved, for in
fact she was innocent of the crime of which she had been accused.

She had been fortunate to obtain a Saturday job in a ladies dress shop.
The pay was not much, but enough for her to give her widowed dad some
money, and to be able to go to the Saturday night dance at the local
hall. It was as she was about to leave for the dance, that her world
fell apart.

She had just finished dressing when there was a knock on the door. "I'll
get it" she called out and rushed to the door. She was greeted by the
site of Miss Hopkins, owner of the dress shop in which she worked. Sally
could tell by her face that something was wrong, a fact confirmed by her
icy tone in saying "I would like a word with your father please Sally".
With the uncertain voice of one who is both puzzled and concerned, Sally
invited her inside.

Miss Hopkins was in her mid thirties, and gave the appearance of an
attractive school mistress or librarian. "Dad, Miss Hopkins would like
to talk to you" she said and sat down. Miss Hopkins looked coldly at
Sally, and added "Alone if you please". Sally looked at her father, who
returned a smile that suggested gently, that she should go to her room.
Sally obeyed, and casting a glance back at the two of them, went
upstairs to her bedroom.

She looked at herself in the mirror, "Very pretty" she thought to
herself, as she cast an approving eye over her party dress of red and
white check taffeta, with white braid trim at the bodice and hemline,
square neckline and cap sleeves. Underneath she wore a pink slip and
matching panties. She wondered what her father and Miss Hopkins were
talking about.

Ten minutes later she heard her fathers footsteps. Normally he would
knock, this time however, he marched straight into her room. "Downstairs
young lady, you and I have some talking to do" Sally was confused, "But
Dad, I am going out in a minute" she protested. With a steely stare Dave
replied, "You are going nowhere for a long time Sally, now get down
stairs" Sally had rarely seen her father like this, and she rushed past
him and down to the main room. Miss Hopkins was still there.

"I will come straight to the point. Miss Hopkins is missing some money,
she claims that you are the only one who could have taken it." Sally was
besides herself, "But Dad, I never took any money, I swear I didn't" She
was flustered, and looked from her father to Miss Hopkins and back
again.The more she tried to convince Dave of her innocence, the more it
looked like she was guilty. "I am sorry Sally, I really can't believe it
myself. But Miss Hopkins is a very careful woman, she would not make
such an allegation without much consideration" It was with horror that
Sally saw her father unbuckling his belt, and heard the ominous sound of
it being pulled free of his trousers.

"Bend over the arm of the sofa Sally" Sally protested, and looked
beseechingly at Miss Hopkins, who remained silent and unwavering.
"Sally, do as I say, or it will only be harder for you, I am going to
teach you a lesson you wont forget my girl." Sally knew she had no
option, she bent over the arm of the sofa as instructed. Her mind tried
to blot out what was happening, but there was so much to blot out. She
was already whimpering as her father adjusted her clothing, "Please -
not on the bare" she prayed. Her prayers were answered, and her pantied
bottom lay in wait for the first crack of the belt.

"Think yourself lucky Sally, that Miss Hopkins decided that a damn good
hiding was better than calling the police" Crack! She gasped at the pain
and cried at the humiliation. Again and again the belt cracked down
across her bottom. Not a word was said by the adults, only the sound of
crying and the thwack of leather filled the room. Dave stopped, and
looked at Miss Hopkins, "Miss Hopkins shall I stop now?" he asked. Miss
Hopkins seemed to take her time answering, and it was obvious that
Sally's pleas would play no part in her decision making. "Just a few
more, three I think if you would be so kind" Sally's heart fell "No!"
she cried, but it was no use, the belt rose and fell again.

Although Sally loved her father more than anything else, the thought of
that Saturday night remained in her mind this evening. Any replies were
monosyllabled, and try as he might, Dave would get no response. It was
an almost a relief to Dave when there was again a knock on the door. "I
am sorry to bother you, but it is of the utmost importance that I speak
with you", the modulated, articulate voice of Miss Hopkins, reached
Sally's ears, and she thought "What now, please leave me alone".

Dave beckoned Miss Hopkins to sit down. Sally rose from her chair " I
suppose you would like me to leave?" she asked. To her suprise, Miss
Hopkins answered, her voice soft, almost friendly. "No, please stay
Sally, I would like you to hear what I have to say to your father".
Sally sat down once more. "I have made a terrible mistake. On Saturday I
accused your daughter of stealing money from me. I do not know how to
explain this, but it seems I miscalculated. No money was stolen. I am
sorry."

Sally was furious " Bloody marvellous, I get my backside turned black
and blue, and all you can say is sorry!" Dave motioned her to sit down
"Sssh dear, let me handle this. Miss Hopkins you do realise the trouble
this has caused. At your insistence I gave my daughter the hiding of her
life, grounded her, and on top that you sacked her. In addition, you
caused me to doubt my daughters word, and ignore her plea of innocence -
and all because you made a mistake!" Miss Hopkins stood up, looked from
one to the other. "I know that there is nothing I can say that will
help, but perhaps there is something that can be done to make amends."
"Please explain Miss Hopkins, how you can possibly make amends for the
what has happened?" asked Dave.

Sally watched in silence as again her father unbuckled his belt. She
smiled as she heard that ominous sound, and looked forward to the moment
that he would ask "Sally?" and ignoring Miss Hopkins cries and pleading,
would say "Just a few more, three I think if you would be so kind"

Mike H
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jeannie

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Dec 28, 1999, 3:00:00 AM12/28/99
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Yaaaayyy! I was hoping the truth would come out! LOL

Good story, Mike!

Jeannie

~Don't you know, no one in life can always be an angel~

jkl...@webtv.net

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Dec 28, 1999, 3:00:00 AM12/28/99
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Mike,

Ooooo! I love it! Very nice!


Jen-who'd say more, but it would give it away. <BG>


brat...@yahoo.com

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Dec 29, 1999, 3:00:00 AM12/29/99
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On Tue, 28 Dec 1999 21:42:24 +1100, "Mike Hitchen"
<newpers...@one.net.au> wrote:


>nothing was going to induce Sally to co-operate with a man who
>had not only clipped her wings, but had put a sting in her tail as well.

WOW!!! Great writing!!! Great images!!! Just plain GREAT!


It was with horror that
>Sally saw her father unbuckling his belt, and heard the ominous sound of
>it being pulled free of his trousers.

Oh boy!! All MY hot buttons are being pushed all at once!! I may melt!
:)

Thanks for posting it!!!

Bratgrl

OLilGirl

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Jan 14, 2000, 3:00:00 AM1/14/00
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Mike,
Excellent writing. I'm glad at least the lady had the decency to come back and
admit her error.


"not a sub, just a brat" Deb

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