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: First Lines
Once Upon A Time
By
Barrister <Barrister@Assville.com>
Once upon a time, I was foolish enough to believe that I'd outgrow my need to be spanked, that I'd be able to behave without having my bottom bared like a naughty child and have my naked flesh criss-crossed with welts from the belt.
I was wrong.
Don't misunderstand me. I can behave; I really can. It's just that I don't want to behave, at least not without the threat of punishment hovering over me like a dark, electricity-filled cloud. You see, I need a reason to behave and my reasons are never going to be the usual ones of doing the right thing, getting ahead, pleasing my parents or my partner. Those are too, well, too normal for me. I need something more shadowy, more illicit. I need the certainty of being spanked.
Truth be told, I'm not sure that I enjoy the actual spanking. I mean, who could enjoy the humiliation of having one's most intimate parts striped bare for all to see and then having one's buttocks hit until they were achingly sore and bruised? Who could enjoy that?
If not that, what is it that I do enjoy? For enjoy something, I must, or I'd behave. Right?
For me, the thrill begins even before I misbehave.
I know. That implies I know ahead of time that I'm going to be bad, do something naughty. Of course I do! I don't just misbehave by accident. What do you take me for? When I break the rules, it is almost always on purpose - by choice. That's when the frisson of excitement, mixed with dread, begins as a small, intense feeling in the pit of my stomach..
Then it expands and intensifies as I wait to see if I'll be caught or not, if I'll be made to suffer the consequences or will escape this time. I don't try to get caught. That would be cheating in some way. If I am caught, I'll also do my best to avoid my just desserts, just as any naughty child would. But, I'm always pleased when I am trapped in my web of misbehaviour. The dread and pleasure mount in tandem as I verbally twist and squirm while seeing my escape routes disappearing one by one until there is only one fate left from which to choose - a bare-bottomed thrashing.
Once that point is reached, once it is clear that it is only a matter of time, moments usually, until my bare bottom will be exposed to the harsh kiss of leather or the earthier smack of wood, that expanding ball of liquid emotion in my stomach reaches critical mass and suffuses my entire body with a hunger, a longing for the shame and pain of the impending punishment.
What follows causes me to beg, plead, promise and, eventually, to collapse completely into abject tears. It hurts. I need it. I love it. I doubt I'll ever outgrow it.
The End
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Reviews
RCG <rcg1574(at)yahoo(dot)com>
Ahh, the ultimate paradox - Why? This is a well written monologue which allows the reader to identify with your reasoning, be they brat, sub, dom, top, bottom, or maybe even vanilla. Good use is made of this starting line. It certainly roused my intrest.
Mija <mijita(at)newsguy(dot)com>
Wonderful story, told in an internal monologue, that hit so many buzz words and feelings about spanking. There's many great moments, but the line that stood out for me was:
"I need the certainty of being spanked."
<shiver> That struck a chord I'm still feeling.
Molly B <mollyb(at)newsguy(dot)com>
More of a spanko essay really than a 'story' per se. The narrator does a good job of explaining what only another spanko will understand.
Pablo <Pablo(dot)Stubbs(at)newsguy(dot)com>
There's plenty of insight here, but the voice exists in a kind of vacuum, so it doesn't create a sense of place, and person, and time, and story. Perhaps it feels too much like the author's voice, rather than a character's voice, so there's not the magic and curiosity of a fictional world.