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 Two Of You
By
The two of you.
You work so well together.
One comforts and soothes, while the other explains justice. While one of you is there to smooth away a stray strand of hair, to clear it off my face, the other is always sharp and unforgiving. One of you spanks unflinchingly, thoroughly, while the other tries to quiet my misery. The other expects responses and quick answers and won't let up until they are given to satisfaction. They may not be the answers I want to give but I cannot deny the demands the other insists upon.
I must obey this one as surely as I rely on the other to cup my chin in hand and caress my face and dry my tears. They work as a team, always a caring pair with only my love and well-being in mind. Theirs is a union of two whose goal is to keep me free and true.
While one adjusts the bow in my hair or smooths a wrinkle the other remains stern; when one cuts me a piece of homemade cake the other has the strength to lock the door to my room and lets me know I am grounded. What an appropriate word, for that is how I feel when the hurt and anger fade and I accept that this is for my improvement. It is not done with joy on the part of the doer; it is done to show me my wrong. So I see and so I learn, and it takes the two of you to teach me the right ways.
One is always the good cop, one is always the bad cop, but you both together are the most important, loving thing in the world to me: you are the ones who care, you are love, you are growth, you are my light and my sustenance. I would wander were it not for your love. I would stumble over the cracks and bumps of life and surely fall into a pit of evil. You both reach in to pull me up and back from the brink, time and time again. Your love is shown in many ways through strokes of gentleness on the one hand and strokes of solid pain on the other. Both are needed to tell me how you feel.
You would do anything for me, the both of you. You would put yourselves in fire for me, but you expect me to be the best I can be for you in return, and I am more than willing to be just that for you each, for you both, for the hands of the man I love.
The two of you, working together to show me how he feels about me. Loving me together, punishing me together, the two hands I fear, respect and need, two hands that belong to the man I adore. The two of you. And you two are just the right two for the one of me.
The End
© Copyright Summer, 2001
Reviews
Alex Birch <alexbirch(at)blueyonder(dot)co(dot)uk>
This is a nicely, simply outlined testimony of a woman's love for the 'two halves of the same coin' which make up the man in her life. The story is an act of dedication and trust, at times quite moving.
Michele <mcasson(at)telus(dot)com>
What a lovely, intimate, self aware piece of writing.
There's a very appealing elegance to the structure of this story. In particular I like how the narrator's needs and desires are structured around one very apt image. I won't explain the image, because to do so would lessen much of this story's impact. But it's beautiful and works so well that it deserves praise.
The final sentence is fitting and satisfying.