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
Miracles
By
Valerie Meilong <VMeilong1@excite.com>
It was a fine sunny afternoon, and the road was straight, long, and boring. The two drivers were more interested in the scenery either side, and their cars drifted into the centre. They hit with a loud destructive crash.
She struggled free of her air-bag, and noticed that he was doing the same. Then she knelt down, put her hands together, closed her eyes, and said, "Thank you Lord for saving me, er... and letting me meet a handsome man." He, however, was visibly shaking. Suddenly road rage descended over him like a cloying blanket. "You stupid bitch," he roared. "Why the hell weren't you looking where you were going?" He lunged forward, grabbed her, sat down by the side of the road, and pulled her across his lap. In one swift movement, he had her skirt up, and her panties down to her stocking tops. Smack went his hand onto her bare bottom. Hard.
It was a long spanking, and he only stopped when his arm became tired and his hand started to hurt. She'd wriggled a lot, but had remained mostly silent except for an occasional "eek" when a smack was particularly painful.. She got off his lap, pulled up her panties, and knelt down again. "Thank-you Lord for answering my prayers," she said, then stood up, and looked at him calmly. "Wow! That was good. I haven't been spanked for months. Thanks." His jaw dropped.
She seemed quite cheerful, and brightly she said, "The good Lord obviously intended us to meet, become friends, perhaps to spend the rest of our lives together. Alleluia." He grunted and remained seated on the roadside, conscious of a mind that was not yet in full control of his actions, and hardly able to believe his incredible escape from death. He stared at her. She was an attractive woman, he noticed. Smartly dressed. Obviously intelligent. A lawyer, perhaps? Certainly very shapely. Was divine providence arranging this meeting after all, he wondered?
She moved to her wrecked car and peered in. "Glory be! Another miracle!" she cried out with excitement. "The quart bottle of Scotch that was on the seat of my car is unbroken. The good Lord obviously intended us to drink to our future." She took a pair of gloves from her purse, and put them on, reached in through the smashed window of the car, and brought out the bottle, rubbing the dust off it carefully. She unscrewed the cap and passed it to him. Still shaking, partly from rage but mostly from aftershock, he grabbed the bottle and put it to his lips. There was a gurgling sound and the amber liquid swilled down his throat.
The bottle was more than half-empty when he wiped it with his hand and passed it back to her. Calmly she screwed the cap back on. "Aren't you going to take a swig?" he asked in amazement. She looked at him and smiled. "Nah!" she said. "I'll wait until the cops get here."
The End
© Copyright Summer, 2001
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Reviews
Naomi Darvell <naomi_darvell(at)hotmail(dot)com>
Ha! I love watching a blustering dominant get his/her comeuppance, and Valerie Meilong is great at doing that kind of story. Thank you Lord, indeed! This piece makes me want to ransack my memory for other jokes that could be improved by adding a spanking.
Kent Stoneking <kentls001(at)worldnet(dot)att(dot)net>
An exploration of how keeping one's faith (and one's temper) may allow one to get what one wants ... and get away with it, too! Nice twist at the end.