Random Forms

[goodgulf]

Random Forms

Christy carried her sandwich to the table and frowned. There were papers at her place. They weren't even her papers.

"What are those?" Christy asked, indicating the papers.

"Those?" Her mother said absentmindedly. "Oh, just move those out of the way."

Christy shoved them aside, and repeated her question, annoyance showing in her voice. The idea that anyone would leave something at her place wasn't something that she put up with.

"Oh, just some forms. You know how we're sending Louie to day camp this summer? Well, there's all kinds of paperwork for it."

Christy was torn between grimacing and grinning. On one hand they were talking about her despicable little brother, but on the other they were talking about someone else looking after the squirt. She had wasted countless nights "keeping an eye on him" - which was code for unpaid babysitting. Having finished her first year of university she had laid down the law - she was having fun this summer and there were no two ways about it.

This summer Christy was going to live at the beach, not hanging around the house keeping an eye on her brother. Her parents had agreed, called around, and now they were going to send him to day camp. It was a victory for her, but part of her was still a bit annoyed that his paperwork had landed up on her place.

"So what are the forms for?" Christy asked.

"Oh, just the usual. Medical information, allergies, what school he goes to, and then there's the optional stuff."

"Optional stuff?" Christy asked.

"If we sign him up for swimming they need to know if he's taken lessons before, and the same for archery and other stuff. If you're curious you can look through them."

Christy shrugged, then ate with one hand while thumbing through the forms with the other. The camp didn't look too bad, not when she saw all the extras they had. Of course each extra had its own form and its associated fee. At least that was the case until they got to the last form.

Christy's eyes almost bugged out of her head, and that wasn't just because this optional extra didn't involve an extra fee.

In some ways that last form, the one at the bottom of the pile, was like the others. It was basically a single piece of paper folded into three, but the front page was blank where the others had screamed in large fonts about the joys of that optional activity. The surprise came when Christy unfolded it.

The form's title, up there in big bold letters, was "Optional Corporal Punishment Policy". Christy couldn't believe it! Scanning the form, Christy saw that the day camp offered an alternative to its normal timeouts and cooldowns, that (if properly authorised) they would spank the campers. She didn't believe, not for one moment, that her parents knew about that part, because if they did they wouldn't be sending her brother there.

Which, Christy realised, might be a problem. If they learned now, and if it was too late to get her brother into another day camp, then Christy might be stuck watching him all summer.

Christy snuck a peek at her mother, but the woman was heading off to the TV room to watch the news as she ate her lunch, leaving Christy alone with the forms. She called after her: "So do all these forms need to be filled out?"

"Not really, only the ones for the extra services that we want."

Christy smiled at the good news. All she had to do was hide the form and her parents would never know about that extra service. Then she frowned, thinking that if they handled things publicly then her brother would be sure to tell everyone about that, and then her parents would pull him. Scanning the form she looked for hints of whether the paddlings would be public or privately. Or at least she tried to scan it, but things kept catching her eyes.

"So they aren't all going to be paddlings." Christy muttered to herself, seeing a part where you could define what sort of instrument was used, with hand being the default.

Then her eyes were rooted on something talking about 'layers of protection'. It took her two reads to realise that the form was talking about lowing jeans, raising skirts, and (if that box was checked) baring bums.

"Well they can't do that publicly." Christy muttered, wondering if she was right.

These people had clearly found a legal way of handling the spanking, so maybe they had found some loophole in the law that let them spank in public?

Pouring over the form, her sandwich forgotten, Christy read carefully until she found the information she wanted.

'In all and any instances where the policy is to be applied,' The form said, 'it will be done without witnesses being present. The only exception to this policy are when there others present who will subjected to the same policy.'

Which Christy took to mean that spankings would be given privately or if there were witnesses then they would be next. Christy couldn't help wondering how that would feel - seeing someone getting spanked and knowing that you were next. Or, for that matter, seeing someone spanked at all. Christy thought that the last bit would have to be embarrassing for everyone involved.


Christy tore her thoughts from that mental image and focused on what was important. That the plan for her brother to spend the summer at day camp was still a go. That Louie wouldn't see or hear any spankings. At least none that didn't concern him.

"Now where did that thought come from?" Christy muttered to herself.

She didn't know.

"No, I couldn't do it." Christy muttered.

There was no way that she could fill out that form for her brother. The idea of him getting a taste of what he'd earned a million, no, a trillion times over, was a pleasant one, but that would ruin everything. The first time he got so much as a pop he'd be screaming to their parents and that would be the end of day camp and the end of her beach filled summer.

That's what would happen if her parents saw that form. Or if she filled it out.

"Where did that thought come from?" Christy wondered, amazed at where her thoughts were going.

She couldn't fill out that form, but she could ruin it. As long as she didn't really sign it, or really fill it out. If she left that first, all important, question blank, if she didn't check that they could spank him, and made semi random marks on the form, then it wouldn't be anything that anyone could act on. Not really. If she just checked off that they could bare his bum and use a hairbrush, then the form would be ruined. Useless. Doing it might make her feel better, but it would mean that Louie would never know about the policy there.

Feeling a bit guilty at her choices, she made a couple of random marks on the form and then shoved it into another one, one for something that she knew that her parents would never fill in or return. As she shoved it in, she never noticed that one of her stray marks had checked the 'apply to other family members' box.

Christy never noticed that she did it, or ever dreamed that something like that would matter.

Goodgulf

[marcy60a]

I seem to recall a longer version of this story, maybe on the old boards. Or am I dreaming? If there was a longer version, showing the results of this action, please repost it or link to it.

-Marcy

[goodgulf]

No, there wasn't a longer version of this story. Improperly filled out forms are a staple of the genre.

All the stories that I posted during the 'lost' period were nice and safe on my hard drive so I was able to repost them in their entirety.

But thanks for taking the time to ask.

Goodgulf

[devonboy]

the little minx has earned her brother spankings at the camp with his little friends ,

[goodgulf]

Maybe she has, but she also checked the "apply this to other family members", so if she is disrespectful when she goes to pick him up then she (not he) could pay the price.

Goodgulf