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
Prospects
By
Valerie Meilong <VMeilong1@excite.com>
"Goddammit woman. Come here!" he snarled, and half-rose from the couch. He lunged forward, caught her by the left wrist, and yanked hard. She landed face down over his lap, and there was a loud whoosh as the wind was driven out of her. She felt the hem of her dress being lifted, then tucked under his left arm, which was tightly holding her by the waist. She got her wind back, and started to struggle. Nearly got away, too, but with both hands he pulled her back into position. She felt his knuckles on her flesh as he clutched the waistband of her panties. Then they were dragged down, from side to side, over her bottom, down to the tops of her stockings. She felt the cold air of the room on the warm flesh of her butt, then felt the vicious sting as he cracked his leathery palm hard across the right cheek. She gasped with the pain.
She screwed up her eyes, clenched her fists, and determined to deny him the pleasure of hearing her cry out. She twisted and kicked, and again almost got free, but he was too strong for her. Again she was pulled back in position. The spanking continued.
By the sixth smack, however, a moan escaped her lips. Three smacks later a loud "Ow!" was forced from her. She wriggled, but the spanking continued, as did the yelps of pain.
At last he stopped, and lifted her to her feet. He stood up, and still holding her by her left wrist dragged her towards the stairs. She lost her balance for her panties were still around her thighs, but before her knees banged on the floor he lifted his arm and lifted her up as if she were a plucked chicken being held by the feet.
They reached the bedroom, and he flung her forward. The bed caught her behind the knees and she sat down with a bump. She winced as her bruised bottom gave her twinges. "Get your clothes off," he growled harshly. She made no move. "Okay, if that's how you want it,' he spat out, and crossed to her. With a quick yank, her dress was ripped from neck to waist. He reached in back of her, unfastened the bra, and yanked it off, snapping one of the straps. He lifted her legs and laid her flat out on the bed. He pulled the ripped dress from under her bottom, and flung it across the room. The panties followed. He did not remove the stockings and garter belt.
He now took off his clothes, unhurriedly, never taking his eyes off her. She watched nervously with wide open eyes. Plaintively she whispered, "What are you going to do?" He laughed, and cupped his hand around his erection. "What do you think a husband does with a thing like this when his wife is lying there naked?" She stared at it. "My God!" she thought. "It's huge."
He laid down close at her side, then took her wrists and held them above her head. Then he nudged her legs apart with his knee, and attempted to enter her. He could not find the entrance to her vagina. "Typical," she thought, "Bloody typical." He tried again, but she was dry. He moved his right hand to his mouth, collected some saliva, and anointed his penis with it. "Stupid twit," she thought. "I'm moist enough." This time, maybe because of the saliva, maybe because of her moistness, he entered her smoothly, and she moaned with pleasure. She was ready for him now. He moved slowly in and out, then gradually increased the rhythm. She moaned again, and wondered how long it would be before she climaxed. Not long before the first one, she was sure. She closed her eyes.
"Darling," she heard his voice as through a fog. She moaned. "Action, not words, dammit," rattled around in her brain.
"Darling," came the voice again, more insistent this time. "Darling, wake up!"
Reluctantly she opened her eyes, and there was her groom of six months, tall handsome dark-suited accountant husband, home from work. He smiled. "Sorry, should I have left you sleeping on?" She said nothing.
"Were you dreaming?" he said solicitously.
"Mmm."
"The same dream? You know, that one where you…"
"Uhuh."
They sat together in silence for some minutes. Then he sighed deeply. "I suppose I should do something about it, shouldn't I." he said glumly. She nodded, but not with much confidence.
There was more silence, then she stood up and in a gentle lady-like way, draped herself face downward across his lap, silently begging him not to resist as he had done previously. Nervously, almost reluctantly, he lifted her dress, and hesitatingly pulled down her panties. He raised his hand, and as she felt the movement she held her breath.
Five minutes later they were upstairs on the bed, and as he entered her she felt her ardor rising. She sighed, and her thoughts drifted. "God, he's a lot to learn, this man of mine. Still it's a start. But he'll need house-training, of course. And lots of practice."
She moaned with pleasure, partly for what he was doing to her, but partly because of the delicious prospects for the future.
The End
A few words of explanation. This was to have been an entry for the SSC 2001, but I just could not get it down to that damned restrictive 500 words. I then said to myself, "To hell with that iniquitous rule. I'll write this story as I wish, just for me." So here it is.
It is, as I am sure you will all guess, based on a recurring dream that I experience and enjoy.
© Copyright Summer, 2001
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Reviews
Pablo <Pablo(dot)Stubbs(at)newsguy(dot)com>
Too long for the SSC! And might benefit from tightening in the first half, which drags a bit. But once the story kicks in, it works nicely. The tension between dreams of rampant lust and the reality of a willing but comically uninspired partner could make a fruitful longer story.