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 Turtledoves
By
Valerie Meilong <VMeilong1@excite.com>
The ambassador's secretary had put the hand-written envelope on top of his routine morning mail. It was pink, and smelled faintly of lavender. He opened it, and scanned the contents. Then he spoke into the intercom. "Ask the Head of Chancery to come here. Immediately." He came swiftly; this was a summons.
"Charles," said the ambassador. "I've had a billet-doux. I'll read some of it to you."
Charles blinked. The words were disgustingly salacious. "My God!" he exclaimed. "Who wrote that filth?" The ambassador handed him the letter. He took it, and blanched. It was in his wife's handwriting; even signed by her too.
"Make an appointment for Cathleen to see Doctor Bossart," said the ambassador coldly. "Today! And handle this discreetly, Charles. It could damage your career."
The next day, in the Doctor's private consulting room, Cathleen said brightly, "What do I do now, Edwin? Take my clothes off?" Smiling, he replied, "Only if you'd feel more comfortable." She gave a brittle laugh. "Snubbed in the first minute. We shall get on splendidly." He questioned and probed, but after three days got nowhere. Seemingly she didn't care what she'd done. She insisted she loved her husband, and she didn't want to destroy his career. It was a compulsion was all she could offer in explanation.
Baffled, Bossart discussed the matter with his wife. She laughed. "Ask her if she went to a Convent School, and whether she was ever caned." She outlined her reasoning; he was impressed.
The next day Cathleen arrived with dark rings around her eyes. "He beat me last night," she blurted out. "Whipped me with the dog's lead. Until I bled!" Ryan was startled. "Show me," he said quietly, and turned to take her to the surgery next door. When he looked around for her, she was bending over, skirt up, bottom bare. He gasped. It was lacerated, and covered with vivid red marks. He bathed the cuts, applied antiseptic, and gently rubbed salve onto the bruises. They'd attended a ball last night, she said, and the Norwegian ambassador had frigidly passed Charles one of her letters. He'd immediately taken her home, yanked up her ball gown, and soundly whipped her bare bottom.
Charles was sent for. He blustered. How dare the doctor examine his wife in that intimate way. Bossart soon put him in his place.
"What school did you go to," he demanded. He was told.
"Were you a prefect?"
"I was a Bencher," was the disdainful reply
"Did you beat your fags?"
"Of course."
"With a leather whip?"
"No, with a cane, of course."
"Then why the hell did you whip your wife? Don't you realise why she's sending out these revolting letters? To get punished of course. Cane the woman, for heaven's sake. As you did at school. That's what she wants."
Several years latter, the doctor heard that Charles was now ambassador to Belgium, and he and his wife were the talk of the town. They were like turtledoves together.
The End
© Copyright Summer, 2001
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Reviews
Frank <sswitcher(at)yahoo(dot)com>
The setting is both original and appropriate - the diplomatic service is, I am sure, a fertile breeding-ground for spankos. What is amazing, however, is that a chap with a top-quality public-school education needs assistance from both the doctor and the doctor's wife, in order to spot the fact that his own wife needs a good caning.
I was a bit confused by what appears to be a minor continuity error: is Dr. Bossart's first name Edwin, or Ryan?
Needy Wench <needywench(at)hotmail(dot)com>
It's amazing what some women have to do to get the spanking/caning they need, and how their husbands can be so dense about it! <WEG> And what a shame they don't realize what could be in it for them!