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
My Fantasy
By
Let me tell you about my fantasy:
I arrive home from work, as soon as I step inside the door a blindfold is placed over my eyes. I begin to speak when a finger is lifted against my lips. "SHHHHHHH" is all I hear.
I am taken by the arm and stood in front of a chair. "You are going to do actually what your told. No questions, no statements, no crying, and especially no refusing. We are going on a little trip this weekend. And you won't know where until after we get there. But, before we go, I think I have to give you some incentive to remember the rules."
Without another word spoken, I am stripped down to my socks and shoes. Bent firmly over; the next thing I hear is 'Smack Smack Smack Smack Smack Smack'. Tears begin to roll from the blindfold. "I told you no crying." 'Smack Smack Smack Smack Smack'.
After several stifling minutes I now stand in a short skirt, a loose button down blouse, my socks and shoes, a tear-stained blindfold and a bright red backside. Again I am taken by the arm and placed in the passengers seat. My arms are buckled to my sides, my skirt is riding up in back, and the cool night air tickling my open blouse.
We must have traveled over an hour away when I feel the car turn on to a bumpy road. It's quiet here, not like the city, and it smells like on of those pine car deodorizer. As I am carefully lifted out of my seat the wind sends goose pimples down my body.
I step very carefully so not to fall. I can hear the key unlocking the door. "Now close your eyes" The blindfold is lifted and I can tell the room is lit. "Okay, now slowly open your eyes and keep you mouth shut."
The cabin is filled with chains and locks, paddles and belts. A stool in the corner and another under a large hook. Canes and straps, gags and anal plugs. Beads and nipple clamps, whips and handcuffs. Hot wax and long thin switches.
"Strip, now". My clothes are locked in the trunk. And then
"Excuse me, Miss Ramsey" The voice interrupts. "Em.. We only wanted to know if you wanted to switch to ATT."
"No thank you, not today." And the phone is hung up. I bet ya it will be a long time before they call again.
The End
© Copyright Summer, 2001
Reviews
Frank <sswitcher(at)yahoo(dot)com>
A very nice fantasy, and an interesting approach to dealing with telemarketing calls. Just a thought, what if the AT&T salesperson was also one of "us"? I particularly liked the description of the cabin - I would love to have one like it.
Wailer <wailer(at)newsguy(dot)com>
ROFL :-) I liked the fantasy, but the hook at the end got me. Although I think it should be the caller that has to suffer, not the callee.