by Carl Hittite
Mrs. Addams was very happy when she saw Andrew walk in that rainy, Tuesday morning.
She bore the brightest smile she had worn on her face in a long time.
Andrew was her seventh grade nemisis. The two hated eachother, for no apparent reason.
Andrew was somewhat sloppy, and his mop of brown, but curly hair was growing out of order. His locker was often full of papers,
By Hittite
It all began when Aleah was 13 years old, and Joseph, then known at “Joey” was 3.
It began in Church.
Aleah was nervous that day, because it was her first day, as a mature 13 year old, to watch the nursery.
By Hittite
“You’re such a faggot.” Jessica said to the camp director.
His jaw dropped.
“What?” He said.
“I said you’re such a faggot.” She said.
“What kind of language do you think you are using with me?” the camp director, a middle aged man with a beard and glasses said as he looked back at her. Continue reading
By Hittite
Emily paused as she held the paint brush, dipped in bright red paint in her hand.
Her original intention was for the words painted across the green chalkboard to be “God is Dead.” But then she paused for a moment.
She realized she that if the phrase were to have its intended effects, it would need to sound less profound and educated. It would need to say something a bit calmer; a bit more teenage girl like.
The Dance – Part Four
By Hittite
Mr. Berger’s peaceful, relaxed mood, after the thrilling experience of paddling Emily’s bare bottom in the hallway would fade away soon.
Emily sat back and watched peacefully as it did. Her bottom was a bit itchy and bruised for a couple of days, but it didn’t bother her much.
The phrase “till you can’t sit down” was always an exaggeration, though the thought of it made her a bit satisfied and tingly.
The Adventures of Ms. Steidel
By Hittite
We all knew Ms. Melody Steidel. She was the school secretary. She was tall, and her hair was fixed in a bun, and like all the women who attended the Apostolic Church she gathered her hair below a white head cap.
She was also wore long, conservative dresses.
We all knew her, but not for her ability to staple papers or answer the phone. Continue reading
The Dance – Part Three
by Hittite
Emily walked through the school for the next few days a bit more paranoid than usual. She wondered if anyone had heard how she had “enhanced” her punishment on Monday. It would most likely not seem ordinary to anyone.
Mr. Berger wasn’t going to ask any questions, of course. She knew that much.
But others might. Especially as the Dance progressed, and the moves got more intense and wild, it was going to be absolutely necessary to maintain control of the chaos shortly to ensue. Continue reading
The Dance – Part Two
By Hittite
Emily strolled into the class on Monday. She knew there was no turning back now. Earlier in the day she had fought the urge inside of her try and find a way to get the assignment done. It was as if there were two sides of her.
One side was burning with urgency and excitement that the plan would be fulfilled. It had been years in the making. It had been the object of her fantasies for years. This day was to be the completion, the day in which it all came to a head.
The dance was to begin.
The Dance – Part One
By Hittite
Mr. Berger was the biggest man most of the students at Midville High School had ever seen. His arms were wide. His chest was broad. His arms were built from years of body building.
He made a point of emphasizing his big size by growing a handle-bar mustache, and speaking very loudly all the time.
He taught biology at the High School, and most found his course to be fairly non-challenging.
“The Spanking of Your Life” – Ester’s Story
by Hittite
I knew Ester when I was in the seventh grade, in my small, rural, Midwest town. Her life would seem shocking to so many of the people I know now. But to those I grew up around, it was certainly out of the ordinary, but not unbelievable.
Ester had long, thick brown hair, which she never wore down, but always up in a pony tail, or a bun, or something. She also wore glasses, cheap glasses, that were held together with pieces of scotch tape. Her face was cute, smiley, and charming. Her eyes seemed to have a positive glow in them all the time. In addition, she had a great figure. She was not overweight by any means.
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