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: Child
A Most Precocious Child
By
Sswitcher <sswitcher@hotmail.com>
Never so careless as just to lose it, I made a conscious decision to give up my virginity the day after my fourteenth birthday. But a couple of years later, I still could not understand all the hype surrounding vanilla sex. I simply failed to find much attraction in spreading my legs for the incompetent fumblings of some acne-faced fifteen-year-old.
Then I discovered my local BDSM club.
Although I'm still only just seventeen, I've been going there for several months now. Fortunately, I'm pretty well-developed, and my short, straight blonde hair gives me a mature, sophisticated look, so I can pass for at least a couple of years older than I am. And my sister, who is a sophomore at UCLA, got me a top-quality fake ID. So getting into the club was easy.
On my first visit, it took me about five minutes to decide that this was for me. The atmosphere was charged with sexuality, and screams and moans of pain or pleasure (is there really a difference?) echoed throughout.
A few weeks later I met Steve, my current Dom. Although he is quite a bit older than me (in his mid-forties, in fact), I was immediately attracted to him. He's very good-looking and charismatic, and has an air of supreme confidence about him that is very attractive. He is also very talented and considerate as a lover, and from our very first S/M scene together, he made me feel very safe, and never pushed me to do anything I didn't want to. All the same, we have done some pretty heavy scenes.
Just last week we did a very hot cutting and caning scene.
I was bound to a St. Andrew's Cross, limbs taughtly stretched, with more ropes looped securely around my waist. Steve first used a surgical knife to cut intricate patterns into my shoulders. Then, with apparently viscious but expertly-controlled slashing motions, he scored a series of deep cuts into my buttocks. After that, he gave me a thorough flogging, bringing me to unprecedented heights of agony and ecstasy. Finally, he gave me twenty hard cane strokes, splattering blood all over my back and arse. By this time I was screaming the place down as wave after wave of incredibly powerful orgasm pierced through the mist of intense pain to hit me. I was drenched from head to foot in a salty mixture of sweat and blood by the end of the scene. We must have squicked about half the club, but it was immensely hot and sexy for me. I can't wait for the next club night in a couple of weeks, when we'll get another chance to play.
My fellow eleventh-graders think of me as a bit reserved - possibly even frigid - these days, and wonder why I don't often go out on dates with kids my own age any more. Suffice it to say that I need something a little more spicy than what they can provide.
The End
© Copyright Summer, 2001
Do not read if you are underage according to your country's laws. Please do not repost or modify without my explicit permission.
Reviews
Pam <PamiMac(at)aol(dot)com>
This to me is a dark story. Well written but a bit disturbing. And sometimes I need to be disturbed. Would I have been better off discovering my kinky side when I was in High School? I doubt it but would have been nice at least in college. Would have saved a lot of pain and anguish. NOT the kind of pain and anguish brought about by WIITWD. Very good story.
Molly B <mollyb(at)newsguy(dot)com>
Precocious indeed. This narrator is one tough kid. The author's vivid descriptions will no doubt squick some and thrill others.