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
Valerie's Lament
By
Valerie Meilong <VMeilong1@excite.com>
I knew he was a bit of a wimp, but he asked to take me out again, and for some stupid reason I invited him to my place. God! How desperate can a girl get! I produced one of my finest meals, even though I say it myself. He brought a bottle of wine, which we drank while eating. He helped me wash up, and after I produced the remains of a Christmas bottle of brandy we sat on the settee side by side.
The booze was getting to me nicely now. I was at the pushover stage - but he didn't seem to notice. To help things along I mentioned that I'd been a bit of a handful when I was young. He took the point (I think) and asked me tell him more. I mentioned a relatively minor breech of good behaviour, and he made a few clucking noises. This encouraged me to fabricate a more dastardly crime, and to my delight he said that I obviously deserved a spanking for that one. I didn't actually say that perhaps he would like to do the job for me, but I'm sure I got damn close to it. To try and clinch matters I invented a really egregious offence I'd committed with a friend, and said we'd been caught. She'd been spanked by her father, I said, (enormous emphasis on having had her panties taken down!) but the only punishment I'd received was a severe scolding from my mother. I made heavy weather of feeling guilty that my friend had been spanked and I hadn't, and wailed about how this weighed on my conscience. (Hint, hint, hint.) But the bastard made no move. In desperation I rolled over and put myself across his lap, face down in the traditional spanking position. God! I thought. If he doesn't take the hint now I'll give up.
To my delight he gave me a tap on my bottom. (Oh how my spirits soared!) I remained in position (Hint, hint, hint) and he gave me another smack, slightly harder this time.(Oh rapturous unconfined exultation.) I remained in position hoping against hope for more. But there was long pause, and I nearly gave up. Then joy of joys, he smacked me hard. I was so surprised (and maybe so delighted), that I uttered a loud "Ow!" That was the wrong thing to do. He jumped, helped me to my feet, and apologised profusely. I tried my best to convince him that I'd actually enjoyed the smack, and would dearly love more, but I don't think he heard me. He just kept on apologising and grovelling. He was almost in tears, the soft dork. He kept mumbling something about how he could never hit a woman, and rubbish like that, and how sorry he was. I could stand it no longer, and coldly suggested he should leave. So ended a disastrous evening.
Oh why can't I meet a man, a real man, not a wimp?
The End
© Copyright Summer, 2001
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Reviews
Michele <mcasson(at)telus(dot)com>
It's all too easy to imagine this conversation occuring in real life. Using only dialogue, Valerie sketches the challenges and pitfalls of trying to finangle a spanking from a vanilla.
I particularly like how Valerie handles the shifting moods of the speaker, who is alternately hopeful, humourous, and bitter. "Oh rapturous unconfined exultation"- what a wonderful line <g>.
Pablo <Pablo(dot)Stubbs(at)newsguy(dot)com>
Another of Valerie's cheery tales! The voice here is very fluent and natural, but the tone is unremittingly gloomy. There's an expectation of some sort of twist to cast the rest of the story into relief, but it ends not with a bang, but a whimper. Endings don't all need to be happy, but down endings need some justification and motivation, and that's what's missing here.