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
Bruised Botty Salve
By
Valerie Meilong <VMeilong1@excite.com>
"Good morning, doctor," I said politely, as I entered the surgery.
"Hi, Jill," she said cheerfully. "Not doctor, please. It's Charlotte. We've been friends for too long for formalities. Now what can I do for you?"
I shuffled in my chair uncomfortably. The twinges throbbed. "Er? well, I suppose I had better come straight to the point, but I must swear you to secrecy."
She laughed. "Is this professional, or just gossip? If it's professional, you can be absolutely certain of it remaining confidential. We doctors have standards, you know. A code of professional conduct. And very strict it is too. Your secrets will be safe with me."
I heaved a sigh of relief. "Well, er, it's like this." I paused, still reluctant to reveal my ghastly secret. "Oh, what the hell," I thought. "Here goes." I took a deep breath, and with beating heart I said, "Well, it's my husband."
She frowned, and I could see at once that she was faintly annoyed. I suppose too many women come in and want to talk about their husband's ailments. "No, no," I said hastily. "No, he's fine. Never been better. No, what I want to ask your advice about is ?" For a moment I almost lost my nerve. "Er? well, um, what I want to say, I mean, er?" I could see that she was becoming impatient. "I mean, well, he spanked me." There it was out at last.
She didn't bat an eyelid, and for a moment I half expected her to say, "So?"
"Well, it's the bruises, you see. My bottom is very bruised. Quite seriously, actually. It's sort of, well, piebald."
"I see," she said solemnly. "Aha. Hmm. Yes."
"Well, I wondered if you could give me something, some ointment, some sort of salve. My bottom hurts dreadfully." My voice trailed off rather pathetically. I very nearly dashed out the surgery with embarrassment. "Let me have a look," she said in her best professional tone.
I pulled up my skirt, got onto the examination couch, and she gently pulled down my knickers. "Hm!" she said. "Quite a walloping you got."
"Can you give me something to ease the pain?" I said plaintively, as I struggled to my feet and pulled up my knickers. "Certainly," she replied, and reached for a small plastic tub on the shelf behind her desk. "When I get bruises, and we all do at some time or other, don't we, I use this."
I thanked her, and offered to pay, but she would take nothing.
Two days later I bumped into her at the club. "How's the painful botty?" she whispered. I frowned. "I have to say, Charlotte, the ointment didn't do a thing for me. My bottom still hurts as much as ever."
She looked at me with a straight face. "Yes," she said nodding slowly. "I understand. Curious. It never does a damn thing for me, either, when I use it. When George spanks me the pain lasts for days."
The End
© Copyright Summer, 2001
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Reviews
Frank <sswitcher(at)yahoo(dot)com>
Generally I very much like Valerie Meilong's particular type of cheeky, sarcastic humour. Unfortunately, I feel that I don't quite "get" the joke in this particular piece. The doctor gives her friend a remedy that she must know will not in fact relieve the pain. I'm sure there is a subtle point or hidden message there, but spank me if I know what it is! Perhaps the doctor herself has a sadistic streak? Or maybe she just believes that one should not "cheat" one's way out of the lasting pain associated with a well-deserved spanking? Or maybe there is some other point there that entirely escapes me! This is not to say that I didn't enjoy the story - I did! - but I still have the feeling that I must be missing something significant.
Needy Wench <needywench(at)hotmail(dot)com>
I thought the ending was a bit anti-climatic. When the doctor pointed out "When I get bruises... I use this," I think that indicated to the audience that she was a spanko too. The ending would have been stronger, if you would have left out that reference.