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
Kevin
By
Valerie Meilong <VMeilong1@excite.com>
The doorbell rang, and I opened it. "Kevin! Wonderful to see you. How are you?" I said warmly. We kissed, more intimately than is usual between brothers and sisters. We hadn't seen each other for over twelve months, for he now lived hundreds of miles away. He was up in my neck of the woods on business. He'd taken time out to visit me.
We talked and talked, our relationship obviously being as close as ever. "How's your first year of married life?" I asked later. "How's the sex?" He smiled. "Absolutely perfect," was his reply, and he went into considerable detail. Then he suddenly looked at me, and shyly said, "She caned me last night." I was startled. "That's good?" I said in surprise. "Indeed," he replied with eyes twinkling. "Very good."
I guessed what he had in mind and took my cue. "Going to show me the marks, like before?"
He nodded.
We'd had an 'experience' when we were teenagers at separate unisex schools. One day I'd arrived home before him, which surprised me for his school was closer than mine. Our parents both worked, so we had about two hours alone before they got in. He cycled up, and came into my bedroom looking miserable. "Problems?" I enquired. "I've been caned," he said morosely.
"Wow! What for?"
"Smoking."
"Hmm," I said. "Bad?"
"Very bad. There were four of us. I was caned last, so I had to watch the others getting theirs before it was my turn. We each got four strokes, except Colin Watson. He was given an extra stroke for yelling."
"Ooh!" I said, pretending to be sympathetic. Then I slyly added, "Want me to rub liniment on your bruises?" He looked startled at my boldness; then his face brightened. "Please."
"Okay. I'll get it. Take your trousers and underpants off."
When I came back he was in his shirt-tails. I sat down and pulled my skirt up as high as I could. He stared at my stocking-tops, eyes sticking out like organ-buttons. "I don't want to spill gunge on my skirt," I explained.
He bent over my lap, and I could feel the warmth of his penis against my thigh. I lifted his shirt, and winced as I saw the marks on his bottom - four raised red stripes each with parallel blue bruises either side. Gently I applied the liniment. It stank to high heaven.
For six evenings I massaged his bottom. After the second day he made no attempt to conceal his erection.
"So, your wife canes you, does she?" I said, after I'd fetched the liniment. "Beautifully," he replied.
I took off my skirt while he removed his pants and shorts. He got across my lap, and I bared his bottom - there were six stripes across it. I rubbed them gently. "Does she do this for you?" I asked.
"No. Maybe we'll get around to it one day, though on reflection it might delay our somewhat active post-caning activities," he said solemnly.
The End
© Copyright Summer, 2001
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Reviews
Michele <mcasson(at)telus(dot)com>
There's a lot going on in this story that's unsaid, and it's the unusual nature of the relationship of the brother and sister that makes this more than your typical "caned at school" tale.
I like the tone of this story- there's an appealing naturalness to it. And the final paragraph made me smile.
Pam <PamiMac(at)aol(dot)com>
Valerie seems to have tried to top Mr Spraycan's record of posting short stories to an SSC. I am not sure if she has succeeded. I'm a fan of a few of her stories but many of them seem to be undone and not really complete within the 500 word limit. This story has a squick factor in it of sort of an incestuous relationship which is not at all appealing to me. I am not sure that it is particularly well written or if it just isn't my kink. Anyway, hats off to Valerie for her many stories and ideas. To me, ideas are the hardest part of all the story telling.