SSC06-05: [Picture #2: Empty Box] Filling the Box (406 words)
Y. Lee Coyote
You can see the image I was inspired by at
http://socsexualityspanking.org/SSC/2006/pics/pic2.htm
I see this box as 10 x 15 x 12 inches ( 25 x 38 x 30 cm) which is
about a cubic foot (29 cubic decimeters).
Filling the Box
by
Y. Lee Coyote
The allotment was just a cubic foot -- one small box. That's all I
could take -- just that one box. There were not any other
restrictions and they would supply everything else -- food, clothing,
tools, shelter -- everything. I would go on board -- naked -- with
only memories and the sealed box to take to my new world. I was
amazed at how fast the box filled up. The State had supplied a thick
packet of official information about my ancestors and me -- medical
and social. I had some photos of my parents (may they rest in peace),
their wedding rings and father's watch as keepsakes. The old coin
that grandpa had given me when I was six slipped into a crack.
I wanted some stuff of my life. That very first trophy I got in
school. It is a cheap thing (chipped and dented) but mother was ever
so proud of me for getting it. I still feel her happiness every time
I see it even though it is from half a life ago. My very first jock
strap. I can still hear dad saying: "You're no longer a little boy
now, son." as I handed the clerk the cash (dad had given me before) to
pay for it. We were so proud together. A happy loving family.
But most important is the strap. The thick, wide black leather strap.
The strap that dad used to bister my tail several times after he got
me the jock and before his death. The strap that made me cry. The
strap that made me think. The strap that made me grow up. The strap
that continues to make me grow as I remember how dad used it on me
and, more important, why. The strap that turned my butt into a fiery
painful mess and left me crying like a little kid. The strap that I
should have felt tanning my rear several more times except that there
was not anyone I could trust to do it.
In morning I showered. My aunt and uncle had left a cold note:
"Goodbye". No matter, I did not like them either. The box and I went
to the departure point. They sealed my box. I striped and walked up
the gangplank carrying just THE BOX. There was a sharp gust of a
frigid wind. The sleet hit my ass like a doctor's slap at birth. I
was reborn. My new life had begun.
The End
(c) Copyright A.I.L. June 9, 2006
Y.
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That was a VERY intense story. It left me breathless.
Great job!
sam
GrumpyOldPapa
Y. Lee Coyote wrote:
> SSC06-05: [Picture #2: Empty Box] Filling the Box (406 words)
>
> You can see the image I was inspired by at
> http://socsexualityspanking.org/SSC/2006/pics/pic2.htm
> I see this box as 10 x 15 x 12 inches ( 25 x 38 x 30 cm) which is
> about a cubic foot (29 cubic decimeters).
>
Papa
CrimsnKid6
Y. Lee Coyote wrapped up his narrative:
[Spoiler Warning: This briefly quotes and speculates on the story.]
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>There was a sharp gust of a
> frigid wind. The sleet hit my ass like a doctor's slap at birth. I
> was reborn. My new life had begun.
I can think of other *sensitive parts* I'd want to get out of the
intensive cold, as well--I'd guess that he hustled aboard in a hurry.
This story has a bittersweet "feel" to it, a person leaving a life
that has become empty and unfullfilling due to the loss of his
immediate family and the lack of other close personal relationships
(his mentioning of no one else being willing to discipline him as
needed).
It sounds like some sort of colonization/settlement voyage, I'm
thinking of an interstellar one wherein he'd be in suspended animation
most of the way--hence the lack of clothing, as it would merely be
taken off and require storage that would take up limited space.
Anyway, nice first-person story, I can appreciate the emotional
context...
H.I.A.W.B.,
--C.K.(Crimson Kid)
Brian Downstairs
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CrimsnKid6
>Why am I haunted by thoughts of the Holocaust when reading this story?
I don't know, but the story didn't have that kind of "feel" to it
from my perspective.
The narrator's decision to leave struck me as entirely voluntary,
given the bleakness of his personal life at the time--it sounded like
he was going somewhere that would require discipline and hard work on
his part (and everyone else's), but not that he would be going to
confinement, suffering and death.
It was a touch bittersweet, I felt, in that his choice to go may
have been made as the *lesser of two evils* to some degree, but the
narrator also seemed determined to make a better (new) life for
himself.
Maybe it was the enforced nudity (reminiscent perhaps of the
"showers" at the Nazi camps) that made you think of the Holocaust--but
I interpreted that as mostly space-saving in nature...
H.I.A.W.B.,
--C.K.(Crimson Kid)
Tony Elka
"Brian Downstairs" <switc...@blueyonder.co.uk> wrote:
> Why am I haunted by thoughts of the Holocaust when reading this story?
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> Brian
Perhaps it reminded you of that moment in Schindler's List, when the
German Jews were told to leave their baggage behind, because everything
they needed would be provided for them?
Tony
Alex Birch
Alex
Y. Lee Coyote
than providing food for the trolls that haunt Assville.
I've provided some spoiler space because I talk about the story and
the comments. I strongly suggest that you read it first.
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CK is definitely right in that my narrator is leaving because he
decided to. He is unhappy with his current life and hopes for a
better one.
All the details should be taken as allegorical rather than precise.
It matters not one iota if the box is the cardboard box of the current
time (as shown) or a goat skin of three millenniums ago or something
that will be used in the future. It is a small, empty casket to be
filled and taken.
The official packet of information could be printed on acid free,
heavy paper or on parchment or some electronic tablet. Perhaps it is
just a gold plaque like Marco Polo got so that he could return to
Cathy through the far reaches of that empire.
The keepsakes could be anything -- just change the words to be time
appropriate. Sure jock straps are modern (as are girls training bras)
but men girth up their loins even in the Old Testament.
Who has not read of boys who ran away to sea? It is less than a
century in the West since that has been common. Do you think that
Isaac returned home with his father Abraham after _that event_ in
land of Moriah? The narrator could be a Phoenician lad going on a
ship to sail the Mediterranean Sea. Perhaps a Norse lad believing the
tales of wonder of that lush land across the great sea -- Greenland.
Or a English lad seeking the even lusher land of Virginia (although
the real and secret destination was frigid Massachusetts) or the other
side of the world -- NSW -- as a voluntary transport. Maybe boarding
a Conestoga wagon to cross the great plains. Or some space ship
leaving Earth.
In the past, the nakedness was not anything like the issue it was
since Victorian times. But that happened in the recent past also
(although not in the open). Report for induction into the military
and you get stripped, head shaved, washed and clothed by the time you
get out of the induction center. The Scandinavians still go into the
snow after the sauna. Shedding his clothes is just another symbol of
starting a new life.
CK worried about the sleet striking other sensitive places. Well, the
box would prevent that or the wind could just be from behind (lol). I
liked the metaphor I used as part of his rebirth. Thanks for the kind
words.
Brian though of the Holocaust. That was never in my mind with this.
CK and Tony gave him good responses which I can not add to.
Papa
> Damn, you are good. I wish I could write like that.
You say the very nicest things at times. [g]
Sam
>That was a VERY intense story. It left me breathless.
Thanks.
Y.
Y. Lee Coyote
<alex...@blueyonder.co.uk> wrote in <e6hhu...@news4.newsguy.com>:
Alex ,
>Superb, Y!! One of the best stories you have ever written IMO
Thank you.
Y.
Posted and e-mailed.
GrumpyOldPapa
CrimsnKid6 wrote:
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>>> It sounds like some sort of colonization/settlement voyage, I'm thinking of an interstellar one wherein he'd be in suspended animation most of the way--hence the lack of clothing, as it would merely be taken off and require storage that would take up limited space.<<<
That was a exactly my impreession. Who better to send off on an
interstellar colonization project than orphaned boys and girls in the
18-25 age range with no close ties with families on Earth. Presumably
there will also be adult colonists (maybe widows and widowers) to
teach and guide the young people. Interstellar colonization is likely
to be a one-way trip until somebody finds a way out of General
Relativity.
>>> Anyway, nice first-person story, I can appreciate the emotional context.<<<.
Not to mention the ability to compress the description of a society
into a 500 word vignette.
Papa
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> German Jews were told to leave their baggage behind, because everything
> they needed would be provided for them?
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> Tony
That's a great film. I've only watched it once though. I find it really
upsetting. Especially the little girl in the red dress...
Tony Elka
wrote:
You might want to read "Maus" a graphic novel by Art Spiegelman.
It tells the story of the Holocaust in comic strip format. The Jews are
mice and the Nazis are cats.
Tony
Kate James
with a new master/slave" thing...great story.
Katie