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
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Jealousy
By
Valerie Meilong <VMeilong1@excite.com>
Clarence McBain was good looking, and had plenty of money. However, his weakness was that he suffered from unreasonable and unjustified jealousy.
He fell in love with and married Doreen, a shapely brunette, medium height, and a perfect complexion. She was not pretty, but had a quality about her that drew men's eyes to her.
He soon noticed these glances, and the ulcer of mistrust burned inside him like a cancer. A detective was hired, but after a year's investigation, reported nothing untoward. But Clarence was not reassured, and the jealousy continued to gnaw away. He eventually decided to make his own investigations.
Doreen was secretary to Chris Mullins, the owner of an ice-cream chain. He was relaxed, easy-going, and spent much of his time on the golf-course, so Doreen often left her desk to gossip with the other girls. One day, Clarence, sneaked into Mullins' private office unseen. He noticed a security camera in a ceiling corner. There were cameras in most of the other offices too, but security was slack and the monitor-room was seldom attended. He went into this room and saw that Mullins' camera was not functioning. He sneaked back, and re-connected the loose wire.
Returning to the monitor-room he saw a clear picture of Mullins returning from his afternoon golf. Then Doreen entered. To his horror, she kissed him fondly. Now Mullins moved to the couch, and pulled a willing Doreen across his lap. Her skirts were pulled up, her panties were pulled down, and she was given a gentle but long spanking. He could tell they were both giggling.
He said nothing to his wife, but after two days of agonising hesitancy he decided to take action. He purchased a gun from some punk in a bar, and slunk into Mullins' Office while Doreen was away from her desk, gossiping he assumed. It was a simple plan. He would wait in the closet until they were together, shoot them both, and then take his own life. He didn't want to live anyway, but he wanted them to die together first.
He sat on the closet floor and nervously sipped his hip flask. It was stuffy in the confined space, and he fell asleep. Six hours later he woke up, went through Doreen's office and found the outer door was locked. Cursing, he disconnected the camera, and slept on the couch. He was not detected.
It was gone nine-thirty when he strolled out of the office. A startled woman stared at him. "I was waiting for Mr. Mullins," he explained. There was no one here, so I waited in there." The woman's eyed filled with tears. "You haven't heard?" she blurted. "Mr. Mullins took Mrs. McBain to lunch yesterday, and they were both killed in a terrible car accident."
Clarence turned pale, and clutched the gun in his pocket. For a moment he wanted to put it to his temples. Then he lost his nerve, and went home to start a lonely and bitter life.
The End
© Copyright Summer, 2001
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Reviews
Pablo <Pablo(dot)Stubbs(at)newsguy(dot)com>
A very curious one, this. The spanking is incidental, and the story is oddly puzzling, a morality-tale that seems unsure what moral it's illuminating. But the ambiguity isn't necessarily a bad thing, and this does leave strong echoes.
Tami <tamishy(at)webtv(dot)net>
Uplifting story, this was not: but it just goes to show the extend that this contest covers. Not all stories are meant for "good clean entertainment". Some stories are written just to show a different point of view, this would be one of them.