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
Imogen
By
Darvell349 <DARVELL349@aol.com>
"What?" I sat up, ignoring the pain that caused in my burning bottom, scrabbled for the bedclothes and gathered them around me.
He turned beet red, bowed his head and went into the bathroom.
In the long phone conversations that led up to our meeting, he had asked if I was spanked as a child, then changed his mind and stopped me before I could answer. Perhaps something about my silence had warned him. "No; if you were spanked abusively, I don't want to hear about it. That is, there are times when children are out of control..."
It was my turn to stop him. If he believed in spanking children, I didn't want to know.
I didn't want to know about much, actually, aside from his almost outrageous good looks, his domineering manner and his large, hard hands. I'd pored over his photos for hours, especially the one which showed him in an armchair. I'd imagined what it would be like to lie across his lap for the first time and uncover my bottom for a spanking.
It surpassed all expectations. We met at a seaside hotel. During the day, when everyone was at the beach, he spanked and whipped the daylights out of me. I am a small woman. He seemed to like that. "There's so little *to* you," he said fondly. The double meaning escaped me at the time.
His hand just about covered my rear end; when he slapped me hard my entire body danced up and down in his lap. He slippered me too, bending me over the edge of the bed. After a punishment we would run down to the beach. Luckily I had bought a bathing suit with boy-style legs which most covered my red, swollen flesh. "Get into the water," he said, "and cool off your bottom." It exquitely humiliating, being told to soak my spanked behind like that.
We would go back to the room and make love. Once he took a double-tongued leather whip to me, then pulled me on top of him and screwed me, digging his fingers into the welts the whip had left.
After three days, I was raw and sore everywhere covered by my bathing suit bottom. My breasts too; he spanked them a few times. But above all, he loved to take me over his knee and spank me or bend me naked over the bed and whack me with the slipper. He said little before a spanking except formulaic things like "You know why I have to do this." Afterwards, he would murmur comfortingly while rubbing cold cream into my feverish skin.
He had just given me another good slippering. I turned my head to see if it was over and saw him standing there holding his erect cock, as he sometimes did.
"Into bed with you now," he said tenderly. "Imogen."
"What?" My name is Kate. Did he have me mixed up with another lover?
Then I remembered. Imogen was his daughter.
The End
© Copyright Summer, 2001
Reviews
Jodi <ladiejj(at)webtv(dot)net>
The ending is a suprise... The story looks seriously at meeting someone and the questions we ask, the feelings we might feel. I think the author did a great job in creating a character that the reader can relate to and be intrested in .. The descriptions are well written giving the reader just enough to use there imagination. A great story.
Alex Birch <alexbirch(at)blueyonder(dot)co(dot)uk>
This story was beautifully told and, in a sense, conveys something of an 'edge' with its hint of child-substitute spanking and ,by the spanker's sexual response, something worse. My only minor criticism is maybe that the author has hinted at the ending a couple of times during the narrative or else the revelation could have been even more of a surprise. Thats a minor carp though and the story is totally convincing.