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
Something That I Needed
By
He said he would give me something that I wanted. He ordered me to the corner in the kitchen and though I didn't want to, after some moments, I wheeled over to it. He helped me to my feet, and when I surely stood in the angle of the two counter tops, he yanked my shorts and panties down to my knees.
Gripping my ponytail tightly in his fist, he held my head stock still.
"You will stay in this corner until I tell you otherwise," he said, "and you will calm down. You will think about what it is that you want to tell me, and you will be ready to tell me about it-- rationally." He didn't yell this at me, but rather spoke it as a good father would to a small child, with comforting authority. Tugging on my ponytail for emphasis, he went on, "You will use respect when you tell it to me, respect-- no snottiness."
Before he let go of my hair and stepped away from me, he slapped my ass soundly with his hand-- just once. "And you can be sure that by the time I'm finished with you, you will feel punished for the disrespect you've already shown."
That one, singular slap felt so humiliating, and yet I felt something within me settling.
Like other times when we played, I expected him to spank me more, wielding wooden spoons and maybe his belt, but he didn't do it. He just left me standing there in the quiet, stewing in my scattered thoughts.
As a child, I never had to stand in a corner. And when the nuns ordered a classmate to do it, I thought them cruel and unfeeling. I don't remember twinges between my legs over it, but when I discovered a web site on the Internet that dealt only with corner-time pictures, huge feelings sprang up there as I examined the pictures of the women; bottoms bare and heads hung low, or eyes full of shame and remorse, looking at their disciplinarians, whose fingers pointed to corners or pulled pants down, down, down to knees or feet.
That one, singular slap burned brightly for quite awhile. It called my attention to my naked ass, highlighted even more by my clothes bunched round my knees. I felt such shame standing there, obeying my husband, allowing him to discipline me so, like an unruly little girl. Like a little girl, loved enough that when she misbehaves, her firm but loving father would take her to a task, teaching her the error of her ways and molding her into a pleasing young woman, feeling safe and secure in the world.
His arm startled me, suddenly appearing around my waist, his hand against my belly, steadying me. Fingers snaked between my legs and easily plunged inside my slit. Breathlessly I came, leaning back into him, trusting him with my weight as I had trusted him with my darkest needs.
"Thank you, Daddy," I said.
The End
© Copyright 2001 Louiza, louiza@spankingfiles.com All Rights Reserved. Please do not reproduce or distribute this story without the explicit permission of Louiza.
Reviews
Tami <tamishy(at)webtv(dot)net>
Something to be said for safety, comfort, belonging, and especailly getting what you need even if you don't know exactly what that is. A wish to all: May you have someone who can read your every need.
Haron <aster(at)mail(dot)i(dot)com(dot)ua>
This story is a vivid example of what "safe" and "consensual" mean for someone in a spanking relationship. In fact, here we see not a mere concent, but a need, a craving so familiar to a spanko reader. The protagonist needs steadying influence of discipline so that she can feel safe and secure, and she is lucky enough to get what she needs. Many a reader will envy her, I'm sure.