____________________________ | | /)| KRISTEN'S BOOKSHELF |(\ / )| DIRECTORIES |( \ __( (|____________________________|) )__ ((( \ \ > /_) ( \ < / / ))) (\\\ \ \_/ / \ \_/ / ///) \ / \ / \ _/ \_ / / / \ \ o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o The 'Bookshelf collection' offers a very wide variety of o o stories. They have been submitted by people from all over the o o world. Also from alt.sex.stories (Newsgroups). There is no o o particular order other than offering them to you in alpha- o o betical directories. o o I don't believe in categorizing things. "I don't want to o o be typed therefore I don't type things myself." I think it's o o a lot more fun to browse around and find 'little' surprises o o that you might not have even thought of looking for. o o Lest we forget!!! This story was produced as adult en- o o tertainment and should not be read by minors. o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o Rascal (Ff, spanking) by Anonymous Author (c) 1994 *** It was a hot muggy day and Ellen Bludsoue felt as if she had al- ready put in a full day of work. It still was only 8:17 in the morning. By this time she hadput on the usual breakfast feast for her husband, Liz (14), Brad (16), Dave (10) and Allison (4). Everyone was now on their way to work or school except for Allis- on. She was busy playing something only she knew what in the liv- ing room. Ellen decided it was time to make the beds and straighten up the house before doing any "Suzy home maker" ac- tivities. Ellen was about to go upstairs but then decided to look in on Allison. She was drawing, or scribbling the master piece that all four year olds dream at some time. Later she would talk for ever explaining to Ellen just what all the colors, lines, and shapes meant. She did this because she somehow understood that all grownups lose their skill at interpreting kid art. This could be true as far as Ellen knew because this childs explana- tion and this piece of work seemed miles apart. But Ellen would listen and smile. Ellens face went stone cold. Allison was gone. That little rascal. Allison was told not to go beyond the front yard, but the big ad- venture was much to great for her. She would sneak away when her mother was not looking. This was getting to be old news to El- len. Her little girl thought this was a game. Her mother took one look out the window and then moments later came bursting out the front door as mad as she has ever been. She did not want to go through life chasing down Allison every where. The door slammed so hard behind her that for a brief moment she thought she broke it. Ellen would show her that this was no game. She quickly stepped down the front porch and looked south, then north, up the street. There she was. Playing with some creature near the curb, four houses away. She did not see, nor hear her mother calling her. She was too busy in her activity. Now that was a mistake. Her mother first went to a near by bush and selected a long switch from among several branches laying on the ground. Then she quickly pounced on her five year old daughter picking her up and pushing her shorts and underpants down to her ankles before she could protest. Then grasping Allisons left wrist she stretched her out and gave her bottom several good solid whacks. Tears came instantly and poor Allison started dancing around to avoid that stinging switch. Her mother scolded her for leaving the yard. She then released her arm and told her to march home right now. Allison bent over to pull up her shorts and her mother attacked her bottom with a barrage of quick flicks with the switch. Allison jumped upright to avoid more sting blows. Allison start- ed shuffling home with her exposed striped behind on display. When ever she would stop and try to pull her shorts up her mother would start switching her bottom again. When Allison would stum- ble and fall forward exposing her bottom to her mother, Ellen would give her daughter a couple more flicks just above the thighs and middle of her bottom. By the time poor Allison could get back on her feet she had received an additional six or seven stinging swats with that horrible switch. Ellen spanked Allisons bare bottom with that switch all the way home. All Allison could do was shuffle her feet because of her shorts were restricting her leg movement around her ankles. As Allison struggled to hop up the porch stairs to the house her mother gave her encouragement with two stinging swats at the ex- posed bottom for each step.After the third step Ellen scooped her little girl in her arms and carried her into the house discarding the switch as she picked Allison up. In the house Allisons or- deal was not over until her mother gave her a solid OTK spanking. Her response to all of this was a teary screaming, kicking, wig- gling in an attempt to escape. But she finally got the message to stay in the yard. After Ellen let her daughter off her lap with a well spanked and switched behind she was prevy to one of the most entertaing jigs ever performed by a spanked child. Allison while rubbing her tender bottom strutted around the living room with a water fall of tears. Her legs were abnormally apart so as one spanked bot- tom cheek did not rub against the other. She was crying "it hurts, it hurts, it hurts!" Over and over. Ellen could not help herself. It was a sight. She just broke out in a laugh and picked up her enjured daughter and gave her a mother's love.