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 Taming of the Shrew
By
Valerie Meilong <VMeilong1@excite.com>
"I tell you, Myron, I'm at the end of my tether. She noticed a cobweb, and I got shrieked at for not fetching a broom. I was shrieked at for not loading the dishwasher, then shrieked at because I didn't load it correctly. She whined because I hadn't brought her flowers. Oh, it's hell, Myron. She's an absolute shrew."
Myron looked at him. "Only one way to deal with shrews, George. Slap her bottom."
George was aghast. "I couldn't hit a woman," he exclaimed. Myron gave a Gallic shrug. His meaning was clear: "Suffer then, you dork."
A few days later, George bumped into the vicar and poured out his heart. At last he said, "What can I do?" The answer was immediate. "She's behaving like a spoiled child, George, and you know what the bible says about dealing with spoiled children. Slap her bottom." George went home in daze.
He developed headaches and indigestion, which gave him an excuse to visit his doctor. He described his symptoms but was soon talking about his suffering. "The cure for your ailments is simple, George," said the Doctor. "Slap her bottom." George staggered out of the surgery.
That weekend he visited his mother. Miserably he told her - in great detail. She listened patiently, but when he finished she gave him a sharp look, and in a voice that only a mother can command said, "She's a shrew, George. So, slap her bottom." He tottered to the door. Then she added, "And take her panties down first." He was as horrified as if she had used the f-word.
As he walked home, he weighed up the advice. He was still dubious.
She started on him the moment he got in. "Can't you ever wipe your shoes? They're filthy! And where've you been? I bet you haven't brought me any candy. You're selfish, George. And useless." A black mist clouded his eyes. "And you," he exploded, "are a bloody nagging shrew." He grabbed her, and in one continuous movement sat down and pulled her across his lap. He slapped her bottom hard. She screamed and struggled furiously, but he held her tightly, and slapped and slapped. Then he remembered his mother's advice, so he yanked her skirt up. More slaps, and more shrieks. Then he grabbed her panties and dragged them down to her stocking tops. He was enjoying himself now. Slap, slap, slap.
Gradually she subsided, and after a while lay there docilely, though still gasping loudly as his palm repeatedly landed on her bare butt. His hand began to hurt, so he eased up, and gradually stopped. He stared at the redness of her bottom, hardly believing he'd had the courage to do what he had.
She stood up, and with her panties still around her knees clutched her burning bottom with both hands. "Wow!" she said. "That was fun. I should have made you do that a long time ago. Now take me to bed."
"Yes dear," he said meekly.
The End
© Copyright Summer, 2001
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Reviews
Naomi Darvell <naomi_darvell(at)hotmail(dot)com>
Slap her bottom" is a sexy thing to say, and it gets sexier every time it's repeated in this cute little story. The spanking payoff is satisfying, and the funny twist at the end, while not completely unexpected, still wraps the thing up pretty neatly.
Michele <mcasson(at)telus(dot)com>
This is a tightly written, economical story. It builds nicely, with a sense of inevitability. The ending seems clear cut, predictable, even, given the scenario-- shrewish wife brought to heel by her husband.
But Valerie gives her story a neat twist, one that surprises the reader with its black humour. The final sentence in the story says more about the marriage than the paragraphs preceding it.