This short story is an entry in the 2002 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
Dragonfly Diary 3: Anger Management
By
Dragonfly <dragonflyz@nospam.com>
Saturday morning I sat at the computer, while wearing black leather shorts laced across my groin and right underneath to my butt. The A/C was turned off, even though it was in the 80's. I wore the shorts on specific orders. They were guaranteed to make me hot in many ways, and only one was because they were a constant reminder that I was to spend my weekend being a sex toy.
Ramon got home from golfing and immediately went to shower. I avoided him by staying in the kitchen, trying to discern his mood. If he was grumpy, I was likely in for a rough time. He hasn't been too happy with my behavior of late. I've been stressed, and openly aggressive verbally. I knew he was looking forward to putting me back into 'my place'.
The shower stopped and I peeked into the bedroom. There he was, magnificently naked, his body still glistening with water while he pulled down the antique quilt. Ramon noticed me in the doorway, and there was something slightly menacing in his body language.
"Lunch is ready.", I told him quietly. He motioned to me as he sat on the bed. After I crossed the room, he tugged me onto my knees. He wound his hand into my hair and thrust his massive cock into my mouth.
"I told you not to leave the house and to wear those shorts all morning. Your bike has been moved. You disobeyed me."
He pushed my head onto him with enough force to make me gag. Then he pushed me over until I was sprawled on the floor in front of him. I knew when to fear him, so I explained that I had gone out for a few groceries.
I added that I had walked through the market wearing the shorts under my jeans. Ramon smiled slightly, reached down and jerked me to my feet.
"Where's my lunch?" he rumbled, still annoyed, but obviously turned on. He ate in his favorite wicker chair with me on the floor at his feet. At that point, my body language was equally important: Ramon needed to be reassured that he was Lord of his Manor. He was ravenous, eating the chicken with his hands, obviously feeling animalistic. I nervously nibbled at my portion, managing half. That didn't matter; he ate mine too.
"Now let's discuss your disobedience over the past weeks.", he purred at me, then went to the bedroom and calmly went about placing handcuffs, a little whip, his belt and leather paddle on the side table.
I pleaded with him, as I glanced at his weapons. The games were about to begin in earnest. It started with him undoing the lacing while I lay across his thighs, exposing my ass to the first smack of his hand. The trick was to be still so he didn't miss his target, but I winced at the force, just thankful he didn't hit 'my' thighs.
The End
© Copyright Dragonfly, August, 2002
Reviews
Abrat4you <abrat4you(at)aol(dot)com>
Easy to follow...the story made you understand both players...I liked knowing how each one felt, through the eyes of the "victim"...this was well written...and emotional...good story.
Frank <sswitcher(at)yahoo(dot)com>
Hot story in some ways, although the dynamics between the two protagonists were a bit puzzling to me. Ramon is moody and insecure, both of which seem to be somewhat undesirable characteristics in a dom(me). The narrator seems to have Ramon's moods well psyched-out, but nevertheless to have a real fear of him - which may have been what made the story exciting.
MollyB <mollyb(at)newsguy(dot)com>
Although I like M/M stories, this one was not my cup of tea. I was not very fond of either character, and I could have predicted that one of them would have a "massive cock." Actually, I liked the story pretty well until I got to that paragraph.