This short story is an entry in the 2001 Soc.Sexuality.Spanking Summer Short Story Contest and is copyright by the author and commercial use is prohibited without permission. Personal/private copies are permitted only if complete including the copyright notice. The author would appreciate your comments
Category: Adult
A Gift of Tears
By
Starship <starship_64@yahoo.com>
"I hate Saipan," Second Lieutenant Patty Caldwell moaned as she crawled onto her cot and curled into a semi-fetal position. "and I hate the Army, and this assignment, and the Japanese, and this whole God damned war!"
Her tentmate, Major Claire Harper, quietly came over and sat down beside her. "Rough shift?"
"Three airmen died on the table today," Patty told her. "A pilot and two gunners. I can't even cry for them anymore. I just feel numb inside."
"I know," Claire said gently, then paused. "Would you like some help?"
Patty stiffened. "I... I don't know."
"You know how my roommate helped me when I worked emergency in Chicago, fresh out of nursing school?"
"With spankings." Patty nodded. "You told me."
"You're not much older than I was then," Claire continued, "and Saipan is a hell of a lot rougher than Chicago. It might help, but I'll only do it if you really want me to."
"Will it hurt?"
"Yes." Her tentmate nodded. "It has to hurt to work."
"Oh." Patty was silent for a few moments. Anything would be better than feeling dead inside. "Do it," she whispered. "Please."
"Are you sure?"
"I'm sure. Don't stop until I can cry again."
"All right," Claire told her, "but your pants will need to come down."
Blushing, Patty got up, and her tentmate slid over to the middle of the cot. Her heart began to pound harder as she unfastened her pants and pushed them down to her knees, then allowed herself to be guided across the major's lap, face down.
Claire spanked her hard right from the beginning, keeping the pace slow. Patty squirmed as the sting began to build but she stayed in position. After a while her panties were taken down, and Claire switched to using a hairbrush that had been sitting conveniently on top of Patty's footlocker. Patty just clutched the pillow with both hands and tried not to fight as the hairbrush branded her over, and over, and over again until at last something inside of her gave way and she found herself sobbing into her pillow.
"How do you feel?" Claire asked her some time later, after her crying had abated somewhat.
Patty wiped her eyes, then slowly sat up and grabbed a tissue from the box at the end of her bed to blew her nose. "Better." She gingerly touched her bottom. "Sore. But I guess I needed that more than I knew."
"No charge," her tentmate said, smiling. "The next time, though, it's going to cost you."
"Oh," Patty said quietly. "How much?"
"Isn't it obvious?" the major replied. "Sometimes the war gets to me too, you know."
Patty blinked. "You mean you'd want me to...?"
"Not today. But eventually, yeah. Don't tell me you've never wanted to give a superior officer a good hiding?"
"You've got a deal Major," Patty replied. She grinned as she reached back to rub her aching bottom. "You've got a deal."
The End
© Copyright Summer, 2001
Reviews
Pablo <Pablo(dot)Stubbs(at)newsguy(dot)com>
Once more the war in the Pacific provides an unlikely setting for a story. This time though the characters mesh better with their environment, and the idea of spanking as a form of catharsis is an interesting one. The language and structure is sparse, but effective at conveying a sense of weariness.
Pablo <Pablo(dot)Stubbs(at)newsguy(dot)com>
This scene has a nice shape to it, capturing a tiny little part of a big world, and the simple exchange that can make it bearable. The two essential parts of the story - the setting and the dynamic between the characters - feel a little out of joint, though, and the story might have more impact if they were integrated a little better. But the moment is told quietly and calmly, and is all the more appealing for that.