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
Dreams
By
Valerie Meilong <VMeilong1@excite.com>
For years Clarence Malmain had been hag-ridden by guilt because he found spanking erotic. He went to confession, but couldn't bring himself to admit to such a sin. He once got as far as a doctor's surgery to ask for treatment of his 'perversion,' but lost his nerve and left before his name was called. At college he always wore a tight jock-strap, to conceal the erection which thoughts about spanking induced. After he got married he wore the tightest underpants, for the same reason.
He discovered that after an orgasm there were three days or so when lust diminished, so he made love to his wife as frequently as possible, so as to enjoy a brief relief from his sinful spanking thoughts.
One weekend, while surfing the net, he stumbled across the SSS Newsgroup. It was a complete revelation. Here were people actually prepared to admit that spanking turned them on! They didn't feel guilty about it! He could hardly believe it.
That night he dreamed that he'd met a 'nice' attractive-in-a-quiet-sort-of-way girl. She hinted that she liked talking about spanking. He could hardly wait to get to bed that night in the hope of another dream. To his delight, he dreamed of her again, and this time the hints were clearer. As time went on he could hardly wait for the working day to finish, to get home, to get to bed, and dream. This eagerness affected the standard of his work, his marriage, and his health. His wife insisted on him having a check-up, and Clarence admitted to not sleeping well. The doctor prescribed some powerful sleeping pills, but stressed he must never imbibe alcohol while taking them.
The obsession with his dream-girl intensified. He started faking his orgasms, to avoid the subsequent lull in his lust.
One night, his dream was particularly vivid. The girl openly admitted to an interest in spanking, and suggested they met the following evening at her place where he could spank her. When he awoke, he was furious with himself for not finding out her address.
The dreams ceased, and he became morose. At four o'clock one morning, he silently collected his pills, sneaked out, and bought a bottle of Bourbon from an all-night liquor store. He went home, sat on the floor in the backyard, and washed down the pills with the whisky. He was dead when they found him.
It was six months before his wife returned to normality, for she missed him. Then one evening she went onto her computer. No need for secrecy now. She called up SSS, and read some of the stories. One by Meilong entitled "Valerie's Lament," where Valerie longed to find a man to spank her, struck a particular chord. "Oh, God! Why didn't I ever tell him?" she wailed, and burst into wracking sobs. "Though I can't imagine in my wildest dreams he would have had any interest in spanking. He wasn't that sort. He was not like me. He was pure."
The End
© Copyright Summer, 2001
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Reviews
Musicman <rcarrol(at)gte(dot)net>
A very sad story, but well constructed.
Pablo <Pablo(dot)Stubbs(at)newsguy(dot)com>
Tales of miscommunication and unrequited passion between spankos aren't all that uncommon, but this is told with an almost perverse pessimism, which marks it out. Competently written, though a little puzzling and unsatisfying.