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 Spanking Moment
By
Minx Tuxedo <pearlytail@hotmail.com>
Like in a classroom, during a spanking sometimes unexpected issues arise which call for "a teaching moment".
Here's the scenario: We get to that point where we're on a roll. I'm taking my naturally undeserved bare-bottomed punishment like the trooper I am, and we've both been launched into our private communal headspace that we love so well. He is a rigorous and loving disciplinarian. I am resistant, then a negotiator, and finally I am brought to a squealing, kicking, sorry little wrongdoer. But sometimes the following sideshow happens, throwing our regular spanking routine all cattywampus.
Once in a while, completely by accident, the sting of the implement hits me just a little to the left, or to the right, or just on that tender peice of flesh right on what I call my catanya, that mound that bulges out through the leghole of the panties just above the back of the thigh, whether the panties are there or not. Don't bother looking up that word. Anyway, if it's a misplaced hit (because I've moved, he ironically observes), this intense feeling courses through me, like Dr. Jekyll transforming to Mr. Hyde. The shock of the unexpected jolts from my catanya up to my head, down to my belly, out my mouth in a roar and out my hand in a flat-handed slap against my boyfriend's leg, or if I manage to twist around a little, on his arm or chest. It's no light-hearted slap, either. I call it Spank Rage. When I become "La Rabiosa", I know nothing except that I want his skin to scream like mine has. After I have lashed out, the rage drains, and I am left, pain depleted, thinking......Oh No. What the hell have I just done? I peek over my shoulder and glance at my lover, who by now has a shocked, dismayed, "you...you HIT me!" look on his face. I look at the floor and kiss any good grace I may have been in goodbye. All this transpires in about 3 seconds. He is not angry, only grimly aware that this was going to take more "teaching" than he originally thought.
I understand that hitting one's top back is not in the rules, well, not in ours anyway. What usually happens next is he patiently suggests that I practice using my words before I raise my hand, even if it was his mistake. So, what erupts from me if it happens again are high pitched screeches, roars, and thinly veiled insults. The Eye for an Eye monster comes out of me again, this time in vocal form. My arm raises, my hand flattens, but it hovers, not brave enough to follow through. He takes on that same dismayed look, but this time gives me a volley of 30 or so relentless smacks to teach me a lesson about self control. After I finish jumping and twisting all over his lap, (his smacks all landing perfectly this time) I pant my apologies. He raises his eyebrows, pats my behind again, and I then thank him through clenched teeth for having my best interests at heart.
And I KNOW I'm supposed to be learning something here....like not to HIT BACK. Jeez, when am I going to learn that I am supposed to learn a lesson, change my bad behavior, be good, obey, do what I'm told, and hold still?
It will be a sad day if I ever do. But...it's not likely. :o)
The End
© Copyright Summer, 2001
Reviews
Alex Birch <alexbirch(at)blueyonder(dot)co(dot)uk>
I liked this one. The account from a very spirited 'bottom' of the problems of taking a spanking in the appropriate manner was nicely constructed and neatly told. I learned some new words too and I was particularly taken with 'cattywampus'. A nice piece of work, well written.
Julie Moon <Msmusic4(at)won(dot)com>
This story is one that anyone who has ever been spanked can relate. Will we ever learn? I hope not! It was well written with interesting and detailed images. I am still smiling and sighing.