The ‘Bedtime Story’ writing contest was a tough one, but (as always) entrants made a lovely show of creativity. This time wasn’t just about writing a story – or even just about writing a Good Story – but also about how well that story would translate into an upcoming film.
The winner this month will not only see his or her story in a future spanking video, but will also receive the ‘prize’ – a free spanking session with me.
I am happy to announce that the winner is:
‘Goldilocks and the Three Bears’, submitted by the UK Laureate! UKL has submitted entries to many contests, along with his other poems and stories, and his entry to the Bedtime Story contest was simply spot on. I will look forward with great anticipation to delivering his spanking prize later this month.
(The video which I’ll make to accompany the story will be available in coming weeks. My sincerest thanks to all of the authors – I will be sharing all of the entries throughout the month of March.)
Enjoy! – Dana
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Goldilocks and the Three Bears
Once upon a time, in a land far away, there lived three bears – Daddy Bear, Mummy Bear and Baby Bear. Despite his name, Baby Bear was actually twenty years old but Mummy and Daddy Bear still regarded him as their baby. They all lived in a small house in a big forest. The house was furnished very simply, with a table, three chairs – one for each of the Bear family – and three beds, again, one for each of them.
Every morning when they got up Mummy Bear made a big pot of porridge for their breakfast. She then took three bowls and put a serving of porridge in each – a large portion for Daddy Bear, a medium portion for herself, and a small portion for Baby Bear. However, because it had just been served from the steaming pot, the porridge was too hot to eat straightaway, so they went for a walk in the forest, which not only gave the porridge time to cool down, but also meant the three Bears built up their appetite.
Now, unknown to the Bears, just outside the forest there was a big house, where a young woman named Goldilocks lived. Goldilocks was very beautiful. She had an hourglass figure and long, flowing, blonde hair, which, of course, is why she was called Goldilocks.
Every morning when Goldilocks got up she took a shower and dressed. Her favourite clothes were a corset that made her waist look even thinner and her bust even bigger, and leather trousers that hugged her legs and curvy bottom like a second skin. Having put them on, she looked in the mirror and smiled to herself. “Yes,” she thought, “that will raise all the men’s interest – but woe betide any of them that dare try it on!” You see, Goldilocks was a very strict lady who believed in the very highest of standards, and she had her own ways of enforcing them.
One warm, sunny morning Goldilocks decided to go for a walk in the forest. She was, as usual, wearing her favourite outfit, and she was carrying the riding-crop that she always took with her when out and about. Walking down the path she suddenly decided to leave her normal route and make her way deeper into the forest. And so it was that she came across the small house that belonged to the three Bears.
‘I wonder who lives there?’ she thought, and knocked on the door. When there was no answer she pushed the door gently and it opened. She stepped inside and looked around. She saw the three bowls of porridge on the table and the three chairs. Curious, she tasted one of the bowls of porridge but it was way too hot to eat. She tried another bowl but was horrified that it had not been mixed properly and was all lumpy. Then she tried the third bowl, which had honey on top of the porridge and before she could stop herself she ate it all!
Then she decided to sit down for a moment, choosing the biggest chair but it was too hard. She moved to the middle chair but it was padded and too soft. Then she tried the small chair but unfortunately, as she sat down, it collapsed beneath her. Goldilocks was not pleased and made her way into the next room, where she saw three beds. She sat down on the first, which was king-size, but it was too hard. She tried the queen-size, but it was too soft. So then she tried the small bed, which was really comfortable, and she rested for a few minutes before making her way out of the house and continuing her walk.
For the remainder of the day she couldn’t stop thinking about the house, still wondering who it was who lived there. She knew that somebody must do, otherwise how else was there hot porridge? So the next morning she decided to visit the house again. However, she couldn’t remember exactly where it was, and by the time she found it she arrived later than on the previous day. Assuming there was no-one there she pushed open the door and stepped inside. What a shock she had as she saw Daddy Bear, Mummy Bear and Baby Bear in the room!
But not as shocked as they were to see her. “Who are you? What are you doing in my house?” Daddy Bear asked gruffly.
“I am Goldilocks,” she replied. “I own this forest and I have come to check up on you. I need to know that you are responsible tenants, and from what I have seen so far I am not satisfied that is the case.”
As she spoke she noticed Daddy Bear eyeing her up and down and, in fact, ogling her, which displeased her very greatly. She also saw Mummy Bear holding a wooden spoon, and Baby Bear, who was having a tantrum because he wanted more honey for his porridge. And the small chair, which had broken the day before, was still lying on the floor in pieces. ‘No, this won’t do at all’, she decided quickly to herself.
“By what names are you known?” she demanded.
“I’m Daddy Bear,” said Daddy Bear.
“I’m Mummy Bear,” said Mummy Bear.
“I’m Baby Bear, and I want some more honey,” said Baby Bear.
“Well, Daddy Bear,” said Goldilocks, “I am not impressed by your behaviour. I do not like the way you have been eyeing me, and I see you have not bothered to mend that broken chair. It is my role to punish those who misbehave. Come here and bend over.”
Meekly Daddy Bear did as she had ordered. He could tell she was not a woman to trifle with but he was not prepared for what happened next. Raising her riding crop, Goldilocks started to whip him, and continued until he was feeling very sorry for himself indeed.
Next Goldilocks addressed Mummy Bear. “You, Mummy Bear, have also been neglectful of your duty. I am aware that you do not stir the porridge sufficiently and allow it to go lumpy, and you have let Baby Bear continue with his tantrum without taking any action. The wooden spoon in your hand would have been ideal for dealing with both of those situations. Give it to me and I will show you.”
Mummy Bear gave Goldilocks the wooden spoon but was then taken aback as she found herself being the recipient of a salvo of hard blows. She had no idea just how painful that wooden spoon could be when used on the tenderest spot.
Finally it was Baby Bear’s turn to be dealt with. “I do not tolerate tantrums,” she informed him as she hoisted him across her lap and proceeded to spank his bottom, very, very hard.
When Goldilocks left, saying she would be back the next week to check on their behaviour, the three Bears were all feeling extremely sore, and they knew they had to mend their ways if they were not to suffer further at Goldilocks’ hand.
And to this day, that is why it is traditional for those who misbehave to be punished with a Bear-bottom spanking!
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very cute UKL!
thanks for sharing
Congratulations on a great story, I hope you have as much fun receiving your reward as we did reading your story.
That last line made it. :)