"I Was A Teenage US President"
(humour, M+F+/f nc edgy)


Alexis Kane, President of the United States of America, had recently celebrated her fourteenth birthday. She entered the Congress Hall and walked to her stand. She cleared her throat before speaking:

"Congresswomen and Congressmen, good morning."

"President Kane," said Vice-President Konstantin. "The Congress has ruled against you."

Alexis gulped and looked at her feet, her stomach tying in knots.

"An impeachment procedure is underway," Senator Palmer explained. "Unless, of course, you choose the alternative."

Everyone in the room looked at the girl, who swallowed hard, her shoulders shaking with silent sobs.

"I..." she started in a squeaky voice and looked at her mother. Mrs. Kane shrugged. "I... I choose the Presidential Imp-Preachment, then."

The Congress Hall roared with applause. Alexis was lifted off her feet and bent over the back of a chair, her bottom sticking right out. Experienced hands lifted her dress and lowered her underwear. Her wrists and ankles were restrained to the chair rungs, leaving her motionless and defenceless.

The chair was brought to the very end of the Hall as the Senators formed a queue. A grinning bailiff handed Vice-President Konstantin a large leather strap, twenty inches long, two wide and 1/4 thick. The man took off his jacket, loosened his tie and rolled up his sleeves.

Suddenly the room was silent. Alexis's sniffling and the cameras rolling were the only audible sounds. "President Alexis Elizabeth Kane. I hereby start the first Imp-Preachment procedure in the history of this mighty nation. You will receive 521 lashes of the strap. You are to say 'God Bless America! Please, one more!' after each. Are the rules clear to you, Miss President?"

"Ooh... y-yes... go ahead, Mr. Konstantin."

"Thank you, Miss President."


"Owwwwwwww! God Bless America! Please, one more!"

The strap was passed to Senator Palmer, who applied a fierce swat to Alexis's reddening backside. Democrat Torrance was next ("Aieee!"), then Republicans Cox and Allenby followed ("Owieieieie!"). One by one, the Senators filed behind the teenager, who was sobbing by the twentieth lash. Unfortunately for her, many more were to follow, and by the time Senator Santini applied his blow, President Kane's backside was a swollen mess of purplish welts and bruises.

The stripes were there. The stars, well, she was seeing those.

Finally, Vice-President Konstantin took the strap and prepared to apply the final twenty. He did so, and, making sure his voice was clear for the cameras, he scolded: "Will SMACK you SMACK ever CRACK declare war SPANK on Iraq WHACK again, Miss President?"

"Nooooooo! Bwaaaah!" cried Alexis Kane.

"Will CRACK you ever SMACK let the economy CRACK drop CRACK again, SPLAT Miss President?"


"Very well then!"

The strap was dropped and the room roared with applause. A sweaty Mr. Konstantin approached Mrs. Kane, who was sitting on a chair a few feet away.

"Congratulations, Mr. Konstantin. Your patriotism exceeds even your strapping abilities."

"Why, thank you ma'am. Sure you don't want to?... The Imp-Preachment can be prolonged, and you're the mother after all..."

"Oh, no, thanks Mr. Konstantin," Mrs. Kane smiled. "I like to watch."




The author is completely against the practice of non-consensual spanking applied to children and teenagers as a form of discipline: it is dangerous, violating and potentially abusive. All my stories are archived at http://www.geocities.com/haleys_stories/