Bad Girls by Brooke Stern

playground. He’s going to beat the flesh of your backside until its battered and bruised. You can’t believe it and decide you won’t do it. The punishment sounds too severe and you’re leaving. You reach down to pull up your panties, but I’m there to stop you. I grab you and pull you across my lap. You protest, but I’m holding you down and all you can do is curse at me. You’ll get ten strokes of the cane in addition to everything else if you don’t stay on my lap. So there you are, your skirt up to your waist and your exposed butt facing up at me. I enjoy the sight. You can see yourself in the mirror on the wall and you burn with shame. I stroke your bare behind and a little between your legs, making you lie there and wait, and you get even angrier.
    You hate being like this, but you know it’s why you came here, too. No one ever treats you like this and you need someone to. That’s why I’m going to give you such a hard spanking. When I ignore your cries and pleas for mercy it won’t be because I’m cruel, it will be because you need me to. My inclination to coddle you would be counterproductive and you’d be disappointed if I gave into it. Life isn’t all about happiness and pleasure, there’s pain as well, and it’s best that the pain come this way, in the context of someone who cares about you. What sort of punishment would it be if I stopped when you asked?
    At 10:41 PM 4/23/2004, [email protected] wrote:
    But why do I need it, Tom? Why do I seek it out? If it’s something I’m going to hate, something that’s going to cause me mental and physical anguish, why am I writing you now? Why am I dying to do it with you? Why do I take advantage of men who are sweet to me and break up with men who won’t stand up to me?
    Do I need a spanking because I’ve been dirty and shameful, or am I dirty and shameful because I need a spanking? Are you spanking me because I’ve been bad or am I bad because you’re spanking me?
    Why do I think a spanking will make it all better?
    At 11:04 PM 4/23/2004, [email protected] wrote:
    I don’t know why but that’s just how you are. And because that’s how you are, because you’re overcome by this appetite – an appetite so complimentary with my own – I will do it to you. You’re possessed by something you can’t do yourself; you hunger for pain and humiliation that can only come from someone like me.
    But maybe it makes sense, Ellen. After all, what hurts worse: a spanking or the way you torture yourself? All those questions in your email make me think that being you is very hard. Yours is a restless mind, too restless. This is what’s amazing about you and what’s wrong with you. This is why you want to be overcome by a man. You wonder if a man can be strong enough to take you away from yourself? Can a man’s firm hand on your backside give you a respite from all the questions?
    It shouldn’t, but I’m going to show you that it can.
    At 11:31 PM on 4/23/2004, [email protected] wrote:
    No Tom. It’s worse than that. The better parts of me have atrophied from disuse. I’m like a blighted tree, decaying from the inside out. There’s something wrong with me. I’m broken. Men don’t believe me when I tell them this. That’s why I break up with them, because they don’t really know who I am. You have to believe me. You have to show me that you believe me by beating me hard. That’s why you’ll do it, Tom. You’ll do it because you can see how bad I am.
    You won’t have to come up with a reason to spank me. I’ve done plenty. I’ve always taken advantage of people. I’ve always lied. It’s easy because everyone believes me. They tell me I intimidate them. I know they won’t question me. Plus, whenever I get caught I come up with some way to make people feel