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
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The Two Medics
By
Valerie Meilong <VMeilong1@excite.com>
He looked across the bar room. She was attractive, and she was alone. He caught her eye, and she smiled, and this emboldened him to get up and start a conversation. After two Martinis, he suggested dinner, and to his delight she accepted. It was a pleasant evening, and from her conversation it became obvious she was well educated, and intelligent. He asked her what she did for a living, and she said she was in the medical profession. "How delightful," he chuckled. "So am I."
He paid the check, and they strolled out. "My place or yours?" he said coyly. She smiled at his lack of originality. "Yours," she said, "But not for long."
After two brandies, he realized that in spite of what she'd said, she was in no hurry to leave. He grew bolder, and slyly suggested that she might like to see his etchings. She laughed. "In your bedroom, I bet. And mounted on the ceiling? You're a naughty boy; a very naughty boy. You deserve to be spanked for that corny line." His heart leaped. "Yes, I do, don't I," he said encouragingly. "Okay," she said calmly. "I'll scrub up, and we'll get started."
A few moments later she came back from the washroom, sat on the couch and pulled him gently across her lap. After a few hard smacks, she said, "This is hurting my hand. Have you got a belt?"
"Yes, yes," he said with enthusiasm, and stood up. He pulled it clear of his trousers, and passed it to her. "You might as well take your pants down, now," she said quietly. "Yes, yes," he replied eagerly, and let them fall down to his ankles. "Come on, get the shorts off as well," she said in a low sexy voice, watching him closely as he stepped out of them.
He got back over her lap, and unhurriedly she folded back his shirt. Then efficiently and thoroughly she applied the leather belt to his bare bottom. He squirmed with pleasure at the pain.
The spanking continued for quite a while, but at last she stopped, and gently rubbed the weals on his bottom. "Shall we now repair to the bedroom?"
"Yes, yes," he replied excitedly, with a firmer erection than he had had for years.
"Aw, c'mon!" said my husband suddenly, making me jump. He'd been looking over my shoulder reading the screen. "Everyone knows the ending. HE guesses she's a surgeon because she washes up, and SHE guesses he's an anesthetist because she didn't feel a thing. You can't post that hoary old chestnut. You'll get the fuckpickies complaining about you re-telling old jokes."
Dejectedly I said I supposed he was right. For a long ten minutes I gloomily stared at my computer keyboard. Then slowly I got up and went to the drawer in our bedside table where he kept his gun. I picked it up, slipped off the safety catch, and put the tip of the muzzle in my mouth.
The End
© Copyright Summer, 2001
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Reviews
Sarah Nada <circler73(at)hotmail(dot)com>
There are aspects of this story I really like, especially the twist away from the first-date scenario... I even like the joke, but have to admit I'm mystified by the ending.
Needy Wench <needywench(at)hotmail(dot)com>
"Yes, yes!" I liked the twist in this one - going from a fairly predictable story to a surprise ending we never would have expected!