This is another short story contest entry I never posted.  I've 
always been intrigued by the story possibilities of an adult 
wearing braces. -- I.  


 

                          BRACES 

                            by

                        Imreadonly

 


"Run!"

I ran with the other hooligans across the orchard, an apple in 
each hand. 

I tripped.  Jason Bigg, the orchard's handsome young owner, lifted 
me by my ear....

The summer I got braces was the worst summer of my life.  

Although I'm a 27-year-old investment banker, I'm also quite 
petite, and my silver braces effectively transformed me back 
into a teenager.

No one at my Wall Street job took me seriously.  Even with my ID, 
I couldn't buy beer or go into a casino.  Store owners thought I 
was a shop-lifter.  Mall security accused me of loitering.

In desperation, I took some time off and accepted my friend Julie's 
invitation to stay at her place in Iowa.  Everyone assumed that I 
was her niece, and I didn't fight it.  I resigned myself to a lazy 
summer of swimming, creative writing, and playing softball. 

Then I saw Jason Bigg, owner of Bigg's Orchard.  Jason was 27, 
tall, and handsome. 

And I fell in love.

My friends thought I was crazy.  He was a hunk, true, but a kinky 
one.  A few months before, he had paddled the backsides of two 
sorority pledges he had caught stealing from his orchard. 

That did it!  Every night, I fantasized about being spanked by 
Jason Bigg.

And now I was standing in his living room and calling my "Aunt 
Julie" to get permission for him to spank me. 

I had dreamed about this moment, but now that it was actually 
happening I was terrified.  Unfortunately for me, my friend 
Julie was delighted.

"It seems like your little plan worked," she chuckled. 

I murmured softly so that Jason couldn't hear.  "I've changed my 
mind.  Tell him that...."

Julie's voice hardened.  "I'll do nothing of the sort.  Stealing 
is wrong, and I'm going to tell him to spank your bottom as red 
as those apples."


"But...."

"No arguing, young lady," she said.  "Give the phone to Mr. Bigg.  
NOW!"

In a daze, I handed Jason the phone.

I stared helplessly, mouth agape, listening to them parley my 
dignity away. 

"Bare?  Underpants too?  Yes, I suppose bare is best.  You're 
right -– humiliation is important."

This couldn't be happening.  I was mortified.

I tensed as his fingers wormed into the waistband of the childish 
Spiderman underpants my "Aunt Julie" had thoughtfully laid on my 
bed that morning.

I pushed down and clenched my thighs to prevent their descent...and 
to hide the wet spot.

I blushed crimson as Spidy twisted around my knees. 

SPANK!  SPANK!  SPANK!

Tears formed in my eyes as I promised to be good. 

I pleaded. 

I sniffled.

I whined. 

As the flurry of spanks rained down, I squeezed my thighs 
together...and had a shattering orgasm.

The summer I got braces was the best summer of my life.  


____________________________

Author's note:

If you'd like to see Spiderman as he should be seen, there's a 
scene in "Charlie's Angels 2000" where Cameron Diaz cranks up 
the music and disco dances around her apartment in her Spiderman 
underpants.  As she dances, she actually gives herself a few play 
spanks before answering her door in her scanties to flirt with the 
UPS man.

It's a good thing she didn't lock herself out.  With no money or 
ID, and dressed in her childish underpants, the naughty little 
minx would have no way of proving her age.  It would be simply 
dreadful if one of her cranky, nearsighted old neighbors turned 
her over his knee and paddled her cute little buns for playing 
the music too loud.

He'd have to get her underpants out of the way first, though.  
After all, it wasn't Spiderman who was naughty. 



Edited by C. Lakewood