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 or Romance
Together Now
By
Valerie Meilong <VMeilong1@excite.com>
I suppose I should have been frightened when I saw her standing there in my living room - after all, she'd been dead for over a year.
I'd always assumed ghosts were grayish-white, but there she was in clear but transparent colors. She was wearing that lovely long gown she'd been wearing the night of the crash, the one with the risqu� d�colletage. It had been our fifth wedding anniversary, and we'd been celebrating. I'd ordered champagne; to hell with the cost that we couldn't afford. I suppose I'd been a tad woozy as I drove home with her beside me.
She smiled that adorable warm smile of hers, and her eyes dropped to the bulge in my crotch that had appeared the oment I saw her; twelve months of celibacy had left me hungry. She smiled. My instant reaction was so flattering, she used to say. She moved her right arm out a little, palm open towards me, in that familiar gesture of submissive invitation. I rose, and we walked upstairs hand-in-hand.
I sat on the edge of the bed, and she faced me, waiting until I'd settled down. Smiling, she unzipped, unbuttoned, and removed the dress. She hung it in the wardrobe, her silky slip flowing sexily around her body. She faced me again, crossed her arms, pinched the fabric, and slowly drew it up over her head. My eyes swept over that perfectly-fitting pale-pink bra, the matching panties and garter belt supporting sienna-brown stockings. Unhurriedly, she hung up the slip too.
She reached behind, unfastened the bra. Stretching her arms out in front of her, she let it spring forward in that delightful smooth feminine movement. Down came the panties. Stockings were released from their supports, rolled down, and the garter belt removed. She was now naked.
She moved to the bed and stretched out. I could see right through her, of course, but that did not make her less desirable. I moved to her, embraced her, and she sighed as she always did when I caressed her before lovemaking Her nipples were hard, and her breasts, though icy cold, were silicone soft as ever.
I reached for her knees, and pulled. I also pushed her shoulders until she was lying face down across my legs. Then I started spanking her beautiful bottom, hard, as she always liked it. She gasped with every smack.
At last, she asked me to stop. I rolled on top of her and went into her icy body. She cooed with pleasure. Some fifteen minutes later we climaxed simultaneously. When I'd calmed down, I rolled off her and, in typical male fashion, immediately fell asleep.
When I awoke, I was looking down at the bed. I lay there naked and alone. As I gazed, the room, the bed, and my body, started to shrink. I turned and felt her beside me. I put a transparent arm around her. "Oh, Mary," I whispered. "Relax, my pet," she said fondly. "We're together now."
The End
© Copyright Summer, 2001
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Reviews
Louiza <louiza(at)home(dot)com>
Great opening line for this tale of romance, spanking, and sex that goes beyond death. But is it a literal story about spanking a ghost or is it an interesting metaphor for the rebirth some spankos feel and the changes wrought within themselves and their marriages, when one partner comes out to another. Some say a transformation takes place; he sees his wife more clearly than before because she has become transparent to him -- everything is laid bare before him, and he can see clear through to her very soul. Some say the love in the relationship deepens and at times transcends the carnal to a spiritual plane. I have no idea if this was the author's intent, but it's what hit me.
Michele <mcasson(at)telus(dot)com>
Together Now" is permeated with feelings of loss and longing, and I like the subtle way that Valerie creates a mood.
There's an ambiguity to this story, though, that both engaged and frustrated me. Is the narrator responsible for the death of his lover? This idea creates an interesting tension to the story. But the ending of the story, while clear enough, seems incomplete. Yes, the characters are together now, but how'd that happen?