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
Dance of the Cane
By
Zprymantis <zpry@bellatlantic.net>
It's like fucking. That's the only way I can explain it. Fucking with a cane. I know it makes no sense, but it's like love, lust, sex and music. Instead of body parts grinding together and emotions pouring out in shared body fluid there is the stroke of the cane, the burn of the flesh and the release of tension. A moment is reached where the people are gone and in their place are two dancers, moving together, performing, religious fervor.
Listen to their voices, chanting, and a language rich with symbols. It makes me horny and I don't know why. It makes no sense.
They continue to watch though the mirror.
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Resting on pillows, she listens intently, following his movements around the bed, the subtle changes in his voice, all feelings of modesty long since abandoned when her panties first came down. Now, like a reminder to her exposure, making her more naked then complete nudity ever could, white cotton against the deep red of her well-spanked flesh, bind together her thighs.
Eighteen cane strokes land, not measured and far apart, more like lightning, unpredictable and sudden, cutting the air then penetrating the plump padding of her bottom cheeks, causing her to cry out and beg. Still there is a quality to her voice that contradicts her words; it seems as if she hasn't yet had enough. His tone is powerful, controlling and tense as he picks up the larger cane and explains the new position, on her knees bottom high, the flesh rounded out and tight. He strokes the air, preparing, tapping her bottom, and encouraging her to relax and take all he has to give. You see her bottom relax and stretch up to offer a submission as the cane lands hard across the middle.
She lurches forward in pain and cries and his voice guides her back up into position with a soothing "that's a good girl". That is the moment that somehow changes things. The one in submission is now the master the one with the cane is now the slave. Strength and power reversed this time as the cane stroke lands, and like one they count together the remaining strokes. Five to go, four to go, three to go - nothing will stop them before the end where for some reason once determining the end, no matter what, they both must reach it. Two, one, the final stroke must be the hardest, taken in silence as he places the cane gently down.
Then comfort for each of them as they hold each other tightly and kiss. Understanding what each has given up for the other.
The End
© Copyright Summer, 2001
Reviews
Tami <tamishy(at)webtv(dot)net>
Everything you didn't know about canes, and maybe somethings you were too scared to know. An intersting way of looking at it. A little different but very well written. (tami)
Alex Birch <alexbirch(at)blueyonder(dot)co(dot)uk>
«It's like fucking. That's the only way I can explain it. Fucking with a cane» ..thats a powerful start to any story and Zprymantis continued the passion and intensity of the relationship throughout the story. It's well told and dramatic. If I have any criticism its maybe that sentence construction and punctuation might possibly have been reviewed before submission to make it flow a little more easily. Very nice.