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
Dust
By
Mara Maharakshasa <MaraMahaRakshasa@aol.com>
"So whaddya think, Indie?"
Bob Jones dusts away more sandstone, revealing a centimeter of fossilized bone. "Nothing special. It's a velociraptor, wouldn't you say?"
"Dromaeosauridian? Maybe. But look at that joint. Bit avian, eh?"
Jones sighs. Megan wants every find to be epochal, so hungry for her Ph.D. and fame. "Aren't they all? We'll see. Let's keep going."
"Well, it's not like this isn't an area rich in unusual finds, is it?"
"Unusual fakes, too. But like I said ..."
She groans as usual, getting on his nerves. "Sorry, Megan, I know you think I'm some old geezer who's seen it all before, but, you know something? I have! You can bet your sweet ass this is nothing unique."
Megan pouts. She's twenty years younger, on her first major expedition.
Fresh out of Edinburgh University. She's gradually becoming less awestruck about Professor Jones, the great Utah dinosaur hunter.
"What makes you think my ass is so sweet after two weeks without a bath, Indie?" she cackles. "Okay, I'll take the bet."
He sighs at his so-predictable nickname, scratching away with his stainless steel probe.
Three hours later, the sun sinks, huge and red, over the Gobi dunes. Megan sits on her haunches, looking smug. Jones has yielded to some mild excitement. "Know something? This is kind of novel. Let's cover it for the night. I think we should just saw this section of rock out, and leave it for the lab. I don't want to disturb possible feathers, or traces of sinews or musculature here."
Megan grins: "There, you old cynic! Bags I get my name on it!"
Jones, with a long string of extinct creatures named after him, nods.
"Yeah, why not?"
Back at camp, in the lee of a protecting rock, the dust is beginning to blow. It's a harbinger of the millions of tons that will blanket the cities of northern China in coming weeks. They huddle in the tent, typing up their notes on laptops, downloading digital pictures into their files, and getting them ready for transmission via the satellite uplink.
A toast seems in order, so Bob opens up a bottle of Maker's Mark, and pours them both a generous shot.
"So, that bet about your sweet ass?" he asks, after the second refill.
Megan grins. "Feeling flirtatious?"
"Maybe."
She stands, dropping her baggy khaki shorts.
"No panties?" he croaks.
"In this climate? They just shred," she replies.
She turns, and moons him. She's short and stocky, and her backside is big, and glowing white in the lamplight.
"Those marks?"
There are faint red stripes across her buttocks.
"My thesis adviser, McGregor, canes me every time I say something silly."
"Frequently, then."
"Very." She grins. "You want to do that, too? So long as you fuck me afterwards?"
"Yes," he breathes. She drapes herself across his knee, and he spanks her with his bare hand, hard.
"And what are we going to call this critter of yours? Megan O'Sore Ass?"
"Very funny, Indie. Harder, now!"
The End
© Copyright by Mara Maharakshasa, 2002. All rights are reserved by the author. Do not retransmit, store (except for personal use) or publish without permission.
Reviews
Tami <tamishy(at)webtv(dot)net>
Indiana Jones like you've never seen him before, even if you wanted to. Lots of discovery going on in this story. I'm not quite sure what if any the meaning this story had. But, I can say I have never read anything like it before.
Haron <haron(at)newsguy(dot)com>
It isn't in every story that you can see unusual settings and unobvious roles. "Dust" offers a peek into what archaeologists must get up to in the absence of the usual joys of civilisation. A hint of what PhD students must go through is a nice touch.
Simon <srb(at)imrryr(dot)demon(dot)co(dot)uk>
A fun story with a great spoiled brat. The setting was a nice choice, and the exchanges between the two characters were very entertaining. I particularly liked the mutual infuriation with each other at the beginning, which set the scene very effectively.
Owen Williamson <ashthorn(at)maildulf(dot)com>
An enjoyable tale, which raised a smile at the end. But I don't really think that telling it all in the present tense works. It doesn't feel right, especially with the time gaps.
I also found the formatting somewhat unusual. I think it would have been much easier to read if there'd been a line break between the speeches, as is more usual.