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
Warning: Although this story has references to sex and spanking, it does not follow the arc of the typical s.s.s. story.
Anything
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Oooh,Roger, that feels so good.
So does that, your hand-- the way it's moving. God, your fingers feel like they're made of silk.
Oooh, right there, do that again. That's so nice. Right there on my . . . oh, not quite so hard.
Like this?
That's it. More, more.
You're so good, Jennifer, you always know just where to touch me.
You know what I love? The way you're always so big and hard.
Hasn't it always been like that with you? I mean, other guys?
Well, not everyone. Not all the time. But you, you're like some kind of I don't know, like a rock. How do you .. .
You really want to know?
Ummm.
I mean we've been going together now, what, three months, and I've never felt so comfortable with a girl. We can be so open. You're so easy, so, I don't know, so accepting or something.
Ohhh, right there, more.
I feel like we've gotten so close, like we really know each other, more than with any other girl I've been with. So if you really want to know, I mean, I feel like I can tell you anything, can't I?
Oh, yes, anything. Just keep doing that, slow. A little faster. There.
Well, the truth is, all the time I'm imagining what it would be like to spank you.
Spank me?
Yeah, I mean you've got such a beautiful bottom, and I have this fantasy -- when I'm with you like this, when I'm alone, all the time -- this fantasy that you've been naughty, and I put you across my lap and spank you. I even thought that maybe, because we're so open and trusting and everything, maybe we could just try it a little. . . .
You want to spank me? That's what you're thinking about when we're making love?
Well, yes. Oh God, I knew I shouldn't have said anything. I knew it. Now you probably think I'm sick or something.
No, honey. I never said that.
But you're thinking it.
No, I mean I wouldn't exactly use the word sick.
Damn.
Poor Roger. What's happened sweetie? You've gone all . . What's happened to it?
I knew I shouldn't have said anything.
It'll come back won't it? You can get it back now, can't you? I didn't mean to get you all upset.
Just forget it, would you.
It'll be all right. You know my uncle I told you about? The one that got in trouble. He's been seeing this therapist, and he's really made a lot of improvement. Even after he's finishes the community service I bet he'll be . . Anyway, I think they have drugs now that you could . . Prozac maybe or something like that. Where's my bra anyway?
You're going?
And my other shoe. I have this meeting real early tomorrow. I told you, remember?
Not really. But I'll call you, okay? I mean, we're so close, why let a little thing like this . . .So I'll call you?
I guess so. I mean, sure.
The End
© Copyright Summer, 2001
Reviews
Frank <sswitcher(at)yahoo(dot)com>
This piece leaves one feeling a deep empathy for poor Roger, and an equally strong revulsion towards heartless, selfish, ignorant Jennifer. Of course in art - as in life - one cannot always expect a happy ending. But then again, this is just one incident. Who knows - maybe later Roger is able to overcome Jennifer's prejudices, and things do work out O.K. after all?
Michele <mcasson(at)telus(dot)com>
There's a naturalness and initial tenderness to this piece that's very appealing. The dialogue is realistic; the reader can easily imagine the two lovers in their bed. But the story has a bite to it, and the reader learns the price that is sometimes paid for being honest and vulnerable. Bird has crafted a story that is erotic, bittersweet, painful and humorous.