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
This tale is loosely based on a true historical series of incidents.
Smote for women!!
By
Alex Birch <alexbirch@blueyonder.co.uk>
Lady Amanda Blenkinsop wriggled uncomfortably as her bound wrists began to chafe against the cold metal of the lamp post, the night air growing chill as the darkness closed in. Oh God .why had she volunteered for this? She looked round in apprehension as the gaslamps flickered on, then shivered fearfully as leaping shadows flitted across the pavement.
As if sacrificing her liberty and dignity for female suffrage was not enough given the political hostility, the popular press was full of the tales of 'Sid the Spanker' a hymn whistling religious zealot who, after darkness fell, sought out suffragettes tied to railings in lonely London streets, lectured them on their irresponsibility and then spanked their bare bottoms. God how humiliating that would be, thought Amanda, who didn't know whether to believe it or not, though she blushed at the very thought.
The lamplight reflected on her placards resting against the railings as the night darkened and Amanda realised she was alone and vulnerable. She closed her eyes and tried to stop trembling, humming an old hymn quietly in the darkness to ease her fears. Suddenly she realised that a solo had become a duet as a tuneful eerie whistle accompanied her quiet vocal. Before she could cry out a silk handkerchief was tied firmly around her mouth as she spluttered and grunted, then a man's voice whispered in her ear. 'I am the Lord's right arm, sent to bring you harlots back from the brink of Hell with a scourging of the flesh!'
As Amanda struggled and tried to speak, she felt her long dress and petticoats raised high and pinned to her back, then eager fingers sought the ties of her bloomers, pulling them down in seconds. Amanda's humiliation was overwhelming and her mind a maelstrom of emotions as she stood tethered and helpless, her bottom bared to the world. The first slap almost took her breath away and she jerked against the lampost as her buttock burned, then he spanked her again and again, each slap seemingly harder than the last until Amanda's bottom was roasting hot and she was gasping into her gag. He varied the pace, each smack echoing through the silent streets as Amanda wriggled and moaned, the pulsing need between her legs more tormenting than the spanking itself .
Finally he stopped and whispered in her ear once more. 'Let that be a lesson to you, daughter. Desist from this foolishness or more severe punishment will follow'
Amanda raised her tethered hands and with a deft wrist movement learned from her naval officer father, she slipped the loose knot around her wrists and freed herself, calmly removed the gag and turned round as 'Sid' stared open mouthed in horror. 'I should hope so, I was just getting to like it ! she smiled as 'Sid' gasped, eyes bulging, and took off down the street in panic . Hang on.' Amanda shouted after him ., I'm tethered in Montagu Street tomorrow..' but he was gone.
The End
© Copyright Summer, 2001
Reviews
Pam <PamiMac(at)aol(dot)com>
Alex has a very wonderful style. This story reminds me of Elizabeth in Upstairs Downstairs...she is who I imagine this woman to be. Very wonderful period piece. PM
Naomi Darvell <naomi_darvell(at)hotmail(dot)com>
I don't know how Alex manages to make his stories so hot and so funny at the same time. As soon as you recognize the historical references, you know he'll be putting some perverse twist on them. By the end, you feel as if you are watching a thoroughly modern scene-- at Miss Margaret's, perhaps.