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: Edge
The Room
By
She knew she shouldn't be here. She had no idea who had sent the invitation, but it spoke to that dark part of her, to the fantasy in her head, so here she was, about to court danger.
The building looked uninhabited, even from the outside. She walked to the door, took a deep breath, and opened it. She stepped inside, and the door closed with an undeniable thunk of finality. No backing out now, she was in for the duration. Whatever that would mean.
The room was dark, with only a small overhead fixture illuminating a solitary chair and table in the middle of the room.
She noticed a piece of paper on the table, and wondered at first if she should pick it up. Finally her curiousity won out. It was a note, adressed to her, telling her to remove her clothes, and then to sit in the chair and close her eyes. Obedience was explicitly requested, if not demanded.
She stripped, noticing that the room was warm, but as she removed her bra, her nipples stood erect, mostly from the sense of the unknown that she felt.
She sat in the chair, feeling exposed. She battled with herself, wanting to close her eyes, her common sense not wanting to allow it. She tried to relax, allowing herself to accept the scene, to close her eyes.
She heard a sound behind her, a person entering the room and coming up behind her. Male, female, she couldn't tell. She wondered until a man's hands placed a blindfold over her eyes. She could tell by the way he moved more than anything else. Her obedience, she realized, was only expected to be temporary. He had taken the choice from her.
He took hold of her arm, lifting her out of the chair, and bending her over the table. She felt vulnerable, and she shuddered with anticipation.
The shudder turned to a spasm of pain as something slashed across her bare bottom. It was a sharp, distinct pain, like a riding crop, but she couldn't be sure. White lines of pain flashed across the black of the blindfold as the crop branded her flesh again and again.
She cried out and the whipping stopped soon after. His hands caressed her bottom, tracing the welts, taking long minutes to love the feel of what he had wrought. From there the hands travelled over the rest of her body, fondling and teasing, ending finally on her pussy, where he brought her to a screaming orgasm. The next thing she knew, his cock had entered her, and his own orgasm spilled into her.
Suddenly it was over. She felt him withdraw, and heard him leave the room. Eventually she regained her senses, removed the blindfold, and dressed herself.
As she left, she wondered if he would call for her again. She knew that if he did, she would obey, coming back to that small room to accept the pain and pleasure that he gave.
The End
© Copyright Summer, 2001
Reviews
Alex Birch <alexbirch(at)blueyonder(dot)co(dot)uk>
The writer has tried to capture the feeling of a young woman who has put her trust in a stranger. The story is a familiar one in which it is quite a challenge to infuse a lot of originality. I felt the action was a little rushed, a problem for the short story of course, and didnt feel the story really came to life despite the predicament the young lady placed herself in and which should have the readers tingling. Somehow, I'm sorry to say it didn't for me. However if our organiser should choose to add a most interesting onomatopaea to the section awards, then the writer is off to a flyer with 'an undeniable thunk of finality'
Mary Catherine <marycatherine(at)saintfrancis-sfg(dot)net>
Jen set the scene very well in this story, but I found the characters to be a bit detached, both from the reader and from each other, which may have been intentional, given the dynamic between the characters. For me, at least, this story would've worked better if it had been written in the first person and there was more tension between the characters. I felt as if I were seeing the story, as opposed to being in it.