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
Reality Gets in the Way Adult
By
BitOTrouble <kawa92805@yahoo.com>
Did you know that Southern California has sultry days--humid, sticky days when the gray gloom hovers around you like an undeserved aura? This was the day that Kitra decided she was tired of daily, boring, reality interfering with the internal real-ness that had been stifled nearly into nonexistence.
There was the job she barely tolerated, but muddled through somehow, ending each day without the pride she thought she remembered feeling in the past. She owned a house that she couldn't call a home. Once it seemed like a wonderful project just waiting for her to realize it's potential, until she realized she had become a slave to it. And of course, there was the family who needed her, and made demands, but gave back so little.
Kitra was beautiful, like so many women who are healthy and vibrant and alive inside. Like many women her age, divorced with grown children, she had tried to modify her dream of finding Mr. Right. Still, such dreams don't readily subject themselves to compromise.
She decided one day that she did not want the rest of her life to be a sequence of short-termed relationships that temporarily satisfied her lust but ended eventually leaving her disappointed and hopeless.
So she stopped searching. Unable to compromise, the dream died.
In place of the dream, there was a fantasy. She didn't know its origins. It was born in her love of strong, confident men, honed by her intense sensuality, and tempered by her cautious self-awareness.
She fantasized about a man with muscular arms taking her over her lap and spanking her. She wasn't sure she could ever say it. It sounded silly. She was sure the reality was the opposite of silly.
She'd never felt it--but she knew in her heart how it would feel. She imagined looking at the floor, and wondered if she would focus on every little detail. Or would it be a blur?
Would she be Goldilocks over her prince's lap in a confusion of fairy tales, thinking it's too hard, it's too soft, or it's just right?
It was such a nice fantasy. It lulled her to sleep at night.
Would it be heaven or would it be hell?
Would she ever know?
The End
I have been gripped by writer's block lately--and reality (or my vanilla life *has* been getting in the way.
I am always thinking of all of you, even if I'm not posting.
© Copyright Summer, 2001
Reviews
John Benson <johnb(at)ssec(dot)wisc(dot)edu>
Sometime in the middle of adulthood, the biochemical imperative loostens its grip, and sex goes from non-negotiable requirement to something nice. It permits the kind of epiphany this story represents: that a reality which does not come anywhere near the ideal may not be worth the trouble.
In the story, it is a moment of clarity, remembered at a particular time, separating life into what came before, and what came after. Reality is often less precise, and the decision not to bother is instead made a little at a time, and perhaps not recognized as such 'til somewhat later.
I have to admit that my initial reaction to this piece was quite negative. Not because there is anything wrong with the writing, but because the reality of it is quite sad.
Louiza <louiza(at)home(dot)com>
Exemplified in this story are the feelings of many, who know the intense longing to be spanked or to spank that if it is not realized, causes a sense of something important missing from their lives. It does not matter how successful those lives appear to be on the surface, there is always the longing that thrives in their dreams.