The Rapture

(A new story)
On late Saturday afternoon, after hearing from half a dozen neighborhood parents about what Maggie had done at school the day before, Mr. Teufel called her into his den at home for what she knew would be a dressing down.

He summoned her to his side behind his desk and, while she was punctuating her apologies with sarcasm, he began his lecture. She would rather have been sitting on a hard pew at church listening to an incomprehensible sermon.

“Magdalena, you are a 6th grader and you are supposed to show a little leadership and maturity.”

“But Daddy, I was just having some fun with them. Besides you always tell me to listen to the news.”

He replied, “There is a big difference between discussing the news and scaring the daylights out of the 1st graders by telling them, as fact, that the world is going to end today.”

She rolled her eyes. “Who would even believe that no matter what age they are, Daddy?”

“You would be surprised at what people of any age would believe, and I am very disappointed in you.  You did not heed my warnings to stop talking about such things at school where young kids are impressionable and where kids come from different families with different beliefs.”

“Geez, it’s no big deal,” she declared, unaware that the terra on which she planted her flag was not so firma.

“Well it is a BIG deal to the kids who had nightmares and whose parents came up to me in town today.”

“DADDY, the world isn’t going to end today!”

He pulled her closer to him, opened the desk drawer and procured the dreaded fork-tongued strap of her youth. “For YOU it might, young lady!”

With that, he leaned her across his lap, lifted her skirt up and tugged her panties down.

As he raised the tawse for a well-deserved lesson in Christian humility, the clock in the hall struck six, and what a shame it was that she would never enjoy the rapture of an adult spanking and what often follows. 

Nor would anyone else.