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
The Man
By
The key turned easily in the lock. The man put it in his pocket, turning as he did so and looking for her. He saw her standing, still and quiet in the far corner near the window. The color was high on her cheekbones, like two bright spots on her pale face. Her eyes studied him as he strode to the dresser and picked up the heavy hairbrush lying there among her things.
She bolted, lifting her full skirt high and scrambling across the bed to the other side and then back across the other way as the man lunged at her, dropping the hairbrush and grasping for her skirts, the fabrics ripping and freeing her to dash for the window. Desperately, she fumbled with the latch, but it would not budge. She had no time to fool with it and nowhere else to go. She backed into the corner and raised her fists high and waited as the man slowly approached her, his boot steps booming in her head.
A cruel smile curled his lips. Easily his hands caught her wrists and held them steady in front of her. He stared into her eyes, confident that he'd overpowered her. She didn't flinch a bit, but stared right back at him, her eyes large and tinted with fear but still full of fight.
The man bellowed his surprise when she kicked him hard in the shin, but he didn't lose his grasp, he dragged her instead to the bed and sitting down on its edge, he flung her across his lap, yanking her bloomers down around her knees in one fell swoop. Holding her down with one hand, the other searched for the hairbrush, found it and raised it high only to bring it crashing down upon her bucking ass over and over again and all in one spot, squarely across the fleshiest part where ass meets up with thighs.
"Let me go! Let....me....go!" she screamed, kicking and wrestling to be free of him.
The man answered her with the brush, and he showed no mercy. He scorched her cheeks, punishing them with strong smacks of the hard wood. She continued to rail against him, demanding that he stop, but her defiance only spurred him on to methodically work the brush over and up and down her ass and thighs and back up again.
Finally, when the only sounds were her sobs and the cracks of the brush, the man quit. He lifted her and arranged her hot and bruised ass at the edge of the bed.
"Spread 'em, my love," he said as he opened his trousers. She didn't move. She still had not completely capitulated to him and he admired that, but he had to have it all. He moved in closer, his firm cock poking into her crack, and he yanked her head up by a fistful of hair.
"Spread!" he growled.
She slid her legs far apart and she wailed, teetering on the very brink of orgasm. The man thought, 'Now I own her!' but he also knew that it was she that owned him.
The End
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Reviews
Frank <sswitcher(at)yahoo(dot)com>
I'd think every red-blooded male worth his salt would rise to the challenge of taming - albeit perhaps only temporarily - an unrepentantly rebellious female such as this one. She certainly sounds like quite a handfull!
On a technical note, there is an irregular mix of long and very short lines here. Better formatting would IMO greatly increase the readability and impact of an otherwise hot and well-written piece.
Sarah Nada <circler73(at)hotmail(dot)com>
This story is strangely suspenseful, in that the spanking begins right away but the relationship between the characters is left unstated until the last few lines. The sense of mystery, even menace, only adds to "The Man's" overall hotness. Of course it's also a plus that Louiza captures the sound and feel of a hairbrush spanking so painfully well... (Nice use of the first line, too.)