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
The Ring
By
Valerie Meilong <VMeilong1@excite.com>
She stared, white-faced and trembling, through the romantically dim candlelight of her new boy-friend's apartment. my God! It was him. Really him. He even had his punishment cane with him.
Yes, it was him, though transparent and faded, like an old gray photograph touched up by hand with watercolors. But it was him, she knew. But he'd been dead for over twelve months! God, that horrible car crash.
But why? The apparition had appeared when Charles Darville put his hand up her skirt. Coincidence? Peter had always been fiercely jealous. The slightest hint that she might have been flirting earned her a thrashing. But she had avoided all male friendships for over twelve months. This was her first visit to Charles's apartment. Surely she'd been faithful long enough after Peter's death?
The ghost, if that's what it was, had brought the cane down maliciously, just as he used to do in the later years of their marriage. When she felt the pain she'd screamed. Her bottom still throbbed. She winced at the memories of his canings. It had been fun being spanked when they first got married, but gradually the spankings got fiercer, and less of a game. He'd procured a cane, and spankings became serious punishments. Gradually, his love of that cane intensified. He became possessed by it, and wouldn't stop when she'd had enough. Her bottom was often left covered in vivid weals, several of them bleeding.
Darville had jerked his hand away when she'd screamed, assuming he was the cause. "Er…sorry old girl," he said in his plummy English voice.
She pulled herself together. "You don't see ghosts in someone else's apartment, and in 2001 too. And you don't feel them, either." But the pain was still there. That was real enough. She got up, found her coat and left, walking stiffly.
The same thing happened several weeks later at a party, when Tubby Telford cheekily put his hand on her breast. She had to leave immediately, walking home because her bottom was too sore to sit in a cab.
"Damn you Peter. Leave me alone. You're dead. Stay dead. And don't expect me to remain chaste and celibate forever."
But she stayed away from men for nearly six months.
She was strolling in the flea market one day, and an old Chinese spotted her engagement ring, now relegated to her right hand. It was wonderfully carved, probably Asian, and obviously very old. He examined it closely. "D'you lealise what this is?" he lisped. "Those markings are ancient seal characters. That ling was made in the Qianlong peliod, alound 1750. Lings like that were given by men to their concubines to indicate they were off limits." He chuckled. "If you want bed games, missie, get lid of it." He laughed uproariously.
She took his advice, and sold it by auction at Sotheby's; got over five thousand pounds for it too. The ghost never appeared again. She's now married, has two kids and a wonderful sex-life.
The End
© Copyright Summer, 2001
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Reviews
Naomi Darvell <naomi_darvell(at)hotmail(dot)com>
A very funny story-- those goofy male characters!-- with a serious dark edge. It's a good metaphor for the way past relationships can linger and haunt you. The title is a wonderful teaser, as well. Very nice job.
Jodi <ladiejj(at)webtv(dot)net>
This story was very interesting. The idea of the ring and the ghost were very intriguing. The descriptions of the spankings/canings as well as the characters sore bottom were very vivid. I will say that if the author had broken the story into paragraphs it would be easier for the reader to read.