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
Janey's Bar
By
BitOTrouble <kawa92805@yahoo.com>
She walked on the uneven cobblestones in this alley where she never should have been. She saw a door, cracked open, a sliver of light escaping. She slipped through it and found herself in a bar. She turned toward the door to leave.
'Leaving so soon?'
She darted for the door, but he was too quick. He grabbed both of her arms.
'What do you want?' she asked.
'The question is, my dear Allison, what do you want?'
'How do you know my name?' she demanded. 'Let me go!'
'Is that what you want?' the stranger asked, and released his grip.
She stared at him, feeling weak and stunned. He was nearly a foot taller than she was, with dark wavy hair and a primitive looking face. His words reminded her of what she'd said to Janey one night after drinking too much. After Janey told her about this place.
She bolted for the door, a moment to late, for his hand was over her mouth and one arm around her waist. Now that it was too late, she kicked and tried to scream as she was carried into a dark room.
She felt herself pushed face-forward over the back of a leather couch.
'Are you scared?' he asked.
She was too terrified to say anything. He yanked her hair back and repeated the question more loudly, demanding an answer.
'ARE YOU SCARED?'
'No,' she answered, firmly.
He leaned his body over her, whispering in her ear.
'Yes, you are.'
He pulled away and lifted her skirt up to her waist. Not scared. Terrified.
He slid her panties down to her knees. She felt his hard, callused hand against her bottom, rubbing, caressing.
His breath was in her ear again.
'Is this what you want?'
'No.'
He pulled away quickly, and she felt his hand slap against her bottom hard. Then he leaned over her again, and she felt the rough fabric of his jeans against her bare skin.
'Tell me you want more. Admit it.'
She had never wanted anything more in her life. But admit it? How could she?
He pulled away again, and his hand slapped against her bottom again, harder this time. Again and again, until she thought she couldn't stand the pain or the pleasure. Allison moaned involuntarily.
Suddenly he pulled her upright, turning her around to face him.
'You do want it,' he whispered, his voice full of desire.
He shoved her back over the sofa. He'd found something else to strike her with, and she felt its sting. Then his fingers were touching her wet pussy, and she cried out in pleasure. She heard him unbuckle his belt, and then his cock was inside her, thrusting hard until they both came.
Finally he spoke. 'I want to see you again.'
She laughed. 'Sure, we'll do lunch.' She pulled down her skirt and walked out of the bar back onto the alley.
The End
© Copyright Summer, 2001
Reviews
Wailer <wailer(at)newsguy(dot)com>
I like a "bit o'rough", and this had both the hot action and still managed to convey the contradictions felt by the girl as she got what she wanted. I liked the bratty finish as well.
Mary Catherine <marycatherine(at)saintfrancis-sfg(dot)net>
The descriptive part of BitOTrouble's story was quite visual and appealing. This piece starts off well--fast paced, with tight dialogue. I immediately felt the tension between the characters. I think though, in this case the word limit was a detriment as the ending felt a bit rough and abrupt. Overall though, a good effort.