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
Drawing Fire
By
Courtney <Courtenesca@aol.com>
Wearing a thong swimsuit was a dare in itself. Plus, her butt was still tender; no doubt certain splotches--bruises?--clearly spoke recent activities. Brazenly lying facedown on her beach towel, Frankie didn't care. Not about who surmised her condition; only caring who *saw* and did nothing. Said nothing.
Cameron. Friend. Soul mate. Okay, he'd engineered her past-due spanking, but with a hands off attitude. He hadn't laid a palm on her! As much as Frankie knew his remedy was worth the embarrassment: being brought up short, being spanked by her former mentors, it still brought flames to her cheeks. Both sets, she squealed inwardly; her buns wiggling; rivaling the noonday sun.
Contrite, promising to behave, Frankie understood the method of Cam's madness. Their old friends departed the beach with sore hands, imparting hugs and good-natured-but-serious admonitions for Frankie's future spanks.
"But, they're gone. Cameron's here. Didn't say one word. He watched every smack; heard every scolding word. Heard me fight, cry, and promise..." She'd been put in the corner--not even allowed to look at the ocean through a window. Reflecting. He'd entertained their friends; commiserating together on her naughtiness...
Had they counseled him? Telling him to take control of the situation? Of her?
...Frankie and Cam tried once to become lovers, but neither was ready, or coming off another bad news relationship. But since her spanking, Frankie was vibrating. Every time she looked Cameron's way, she wanted to jump his bones. What was she going to do? Hump the lifeguard? Who'd been ogling her bare bottom all morning...
She turned, casually eyeing the Baywatch stud--her heated glance landing on Cameron instead. He sat just a few feet from her; studying her. Had he heard her talking to herself? Heard her every thought...? Frankie tensed, clenching her eyes tight--along with her warm buttocks.
"Won't do any good, Francis Fiona. You've already given an SRO show. Don't try to pretend your bare ass isn't bouncing for all to see. Me included. "
Cameron crawled through the sand to her towel. She tried to calm her heartbeat, shielding her eyes from the sun. She remained silent. Letting nature take over? "I've been thinking, Frankie. We've put a lot of things off too long. Time we took responsibility for ourselves and each other."
Confident, he yanked Frankie over his lap; her twitching bare bottom poised for him.
SMACK! "I wanted to do this for a longtime, Frankie. It was painful to watch you spanked--knowing I should doing it. But...I hoped they would shock you enough to rethink stuff. ...I let you get away with murder, so I didn't deserve to spank you." SMACK! "But now I'll do anything to help you..."
"Your backside is mine: over my knee, in the corner, in my bed. Understand, Francis? I'm not giving up. If you're to be spanked everyday, then *I'll* put you through your paces." SMACK! "Got it?"
"OUCH! Boy, do I..." Releasing her breath, Frankie hid a grin; sighing happily.
The End
© Copyright Summer, 2002
Reviews
Margaret <wessyLA(at)aol(dot)com>
I enjoyed the amount of complexity in this short story. There's a lot going on, and it's all nicely and succinctly expressed. Thank you for all your work and for submitting this.
Sarah Nada <circler73(at)hotmail(dot)com>
Like The Conference, one of Court's other SSC entries, Drawing Fire is reminiscent of the hot parts of certain romance novels. The characters are appealing, and the setup provides enough plot to sweep the reader along.
In other words, I liked it. If Courtney ever writes a full-length spanking romance, I'll be the first in line to buy a copy. Then I'll keep it in my bedside table, and... Never mind. <g>