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: First
First Line Story
By
Naughty Kris <naughtygirlkris@hotmail.com>
Most people hate airport lounges; I find them bursting with possibility. Here I was waiting to meet Jim. Wondering if I was insane and would what would happen after his arrival.
I consider myself a successful woman, domineering in some ways, but determined in others. Some would say I am a real bitch, but there was another side to me -- a submissive side that longed to come out of the closet. And I hoped it would be Jim to make it happen.
I'd found myself at a vulnerable time in my life, I was in my mid-thirties, watching many of friends marry and others spew children. But those things were not for me. I'd climbed up the corporate latter of success and did not need a "husband" or "child" to slow me down. I was determined and thought I knew what I needed and wanted in life. Then I saw it. It was an ad in the newspaper. It was in the personals section. I remember it like it was yesterday. It read…"Are you tired of being in control? Do you want a break? Why don't you give up some of that control? I can help you."
Eagerly I got on line and before I knew it, I found myself going to the web-site in the ad. I was intrigued. There were no banners or fancy pictures, just a few questions. As I read each question, and mentally answered "yes" to each one. I eagerly entered the web-site to find it was all about spanking. I was perplexed. Here I was reading about a man that wanted to spank me. He wanted to help me give up the control I had craved as child. I angrily fired back a nasty email about false advertising and lots of others things.
I did not expect a response, but I got one. It was from Jim and he said I needed a spanking. After each message he sent I sent many heated responses to him telling him what he could do with his brush and belt. No matter how many times I said I did not need his help, he refused to believe me. Surprisingly, over a couple of months, Jim and I developed a strange friendship, if you want to call it that. I told him about the stress I was under at work and he offered solutions, many of which resulted in me being soundly spanked. I always laughed it off, but after a few more months of exchanging emails, I found myself wondering, what a spanking would feel like. Wondering if I'd lose that control he talked about. And then a strange thing happened during one of our online chats. I found myself typing…,"When can you be here?"
And so here I sit, in the airport lobby, wondering my fate. I watch the people disembark from the plane and think, today one of these people is going to spank me.
The End
© Copyright Summer, 2001
Reviews
Kent Stoneking <kentls001(at)worldnet(dot)att(dot)net>
An intriguing exploration of one woman's voyage of self-discovery and acceptance. I especially liked how the relationship developed gradually and how the man was able, through persistence and patience, to wear down the woman's resistance and aid her to see that this was something she did want and, quite possibly, need. And, for a first line story, the last line wasn't bad either!
John Benson <johnb(at)ssec(dot)wisc(dot)edu>
First times. It's so often the grist of spanking stories, first times, that it's hard to make it new. Yet for each of us going through it, it is very new, and scary, and full of hope. First time admitting need. First time allowing the flesh to go where the spirit has already been. Or first time expressing it on paper.
Good luck on all your firsts. May they lead quickly into the land of More.