blimp:
If you take a simple plot, for example, boy is warned by his mother that if he tells another lie she will give him a spanking.
This is my first attempt at F/m and at anything involving a child. Here goes. Maybe others would like to have a go at the same plot?
Eight year old Mark looked down at his own toes as they scuffed the carpet. "I did tidy my room, mum, honest I did!"
Mrs. Browning, a buxom woman in her early thirties, sat on his bed and looked around disbelievingly. "Hmmm - so the Lego bricks just fell out of the bucket by themselves, did they? And I suppose the the soldiers had to go on some kind of exercise? What about the cars? Wait - I know! It was such a nice day, they just had to go for a drive round the skirting board."
Mark looked up, his big brown eyes beginning to tear up. "No, mum. They didn't do it by themselves. It was - it was -" his voice lowered to a whisper, "
him!"
"What him - who is him?" asked his mother, momentarily forgetting how to speak English.
"You know, mum - him." He nodded towards the wardrobe. "The closet monster!"
She sighed. "Oh, Mark, I thought we had settled that nonsense once and for all. Last week it was the alien who ate your homework; the week before it was the polar bear who stole your dinner money. These ridiculous tales have got to stop!"
So saying, she grabbed her over-imaginative little son, and draped him across her lap. In a trice, his shorts and briefs were around his ankles and the maternal hand was warming and reddening the chubby cheeks.
The squirming, yelping child pondered the unfairness of life.
Meanwhile, in the wardrobe - the closet monster giggled.