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The Talk
Pajama clad, Shelly Brooks crept quietly on bare feet into the den of her parents' house and turned on the computer. It was 1:00 AM. The rest of the family had retired for the night three hours earlier and were now sound asleep. At least she fervently hoped they were sound asleep.

A 19 year old sophomore at the state university, she was currently home visiting her family over a long holiday weekend. They were glad to have her back, even if only for a few days, for Shelly was, in most respects, a parent's dream. She had been an honor student in high school as well as a star athlete, both in volleyball and on the cross-country team. Her talents were ultimately rewarded with a scholarship to the state university where, now in her second year, she continued to excel both athletically and academically.

She was pretty too, five foot eight with long chestnut brown hair and blue eyes, and the firm solid body of an athlete. Yes, she knew her parents couldn't be more proud of her.

Of course, that made her even more self-conscious about her little early morning raid on the family computer. She just knew if they found out about her strange personal proclivities they would die, and yet she yearned to talk to someone about it, especially her mother with whom she had readily shared all of her other secrets, even the sex stuff.

Her mother had always been understanding, open minded and non-judgmental during their talks, but she feared that this strange fixation with spanking would just be too weird for her parent's suburban, upper middle-class sensibilities.

As the computer booted, each little sound it made seemed thunderous to her. She was seized by the irrational fear that someone would hear and come to investigate. Of course that would be no big deal at this point. She could just plead insomnia and say she was going to play games or e-mail a friend until she got sleepy. Soon though, she would be committed. Once she was into her favorite spanking story sites a sudden interruption could prove very embarrassing.

She let the computer boot fully then accessed the internet. At this point she stopped and went back into the hall just to make sure the others were all still sound asleep. Satisfied, she slipped back into the den and logged on to her favorite site.

The next two hours were spent devouring one story after another. She even printed a few that she really liked so she could read them again in the security of her room. Yawning, she looked at the clock and was shocked to see that the display now read 3:00 AM.

Oh shit, how did it get so late? she thought. She shut down the computer and returned to her room. Soon she was fast asleep.

Shelly's slumbers were ultimately interrupted by the sound of her mother calling for her younger brother.

"Bill! Bill Brooks, are you in this house?"