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
Fire Engine Red
By
Mara Maharakshasa <MaraMahaRakshasa@aol.com>
Annelise is bent over a horizontal padded bar at hip height, with her ankles fastened by straps, three feet apart, to stout vertical supports. Her toes wriggle helplessly, inches above the ground. Her arms are pulled away from her, and padded wrist cuffs are attached to the same anchor points as her ankles with short length of chain. Folded in two, viewing the world upside down from between her thighs, she feels dreadfully vulnerable.
The Tormentor is taking his time, as usual. She knows there is no way she will be spared a furious and painful beating, but he is in no hurry to bring her relief from her anxiety. In fact, he fuels it by tinkering and fiddling with his huge open trunk of torture devices, picking them up and putting them back, looking for the perfect combination of tools.
It's a fine summer evening, near sundown, and she is being displayed like this on a westward facing balcony of his mansion. At first, it had been a relief to be released from the dark, gloomy confines of his stonewalled dungeons. But now, after being walked through the house and grounds naked, on a collar and leash, to meet his various servants and assistants, she wishes for the anonymity of the torture chamber again.
He'd laughed when she asked if he'd take her back.
"What, and miss this lovely weather? And this chance to show you to everyone? Of course not!"
Although she was ashamed at the leers of the assorted whores and louts he employed, she didn't think this qualified as 'everyone,' in her precise way of thinking. But decided not to provoke him by saying so.
A few minutes later, she'd repented this heretical thought, when he introduced her to his three younger sisters. They had jostled her, excitedly, grabbing at her breasts and sore backside, tugging her pubic hair, pinching her nipples, like spiteful schoolgirls.
"Is this the latest painslut?"
"Does she scream nicely?"
"What's her name?"
"Can we have her? Aren't you finished with her?"
"No? But can we put her on 'cunt camera,' anyway?"
At a nod from him, they'd dragged her in front of a TV camera, pushed her on to a couch, and told her to masturbate until ordered to stop. From off-camera, the three shouted excited questions while Annelise rubbed, reciting her name, her whole story, her fantasies to whatever audience they had plugged into. Occasional cruel flicks with a riding crop kept her talking for a whole hour, except when she paused to gasp through her orgasms.
The Tormentor is ready now.
"You're very naughty, Annelise. Confessing your sins and filthy thoughts in public, playing with yourself. What a slut! You've earned a very good thrashing. So, it's just a matter of deciding on the color I'm going to spank you. How about the color of that sunset? No, too wishy-washy? Then, how about 'fire engine red?' Now, there's a beautiful color ... Or maybe the purple of my cock?"
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
Frank <sswitcher(at)yahoo(dot)com>
A fantasy as sizzlingly hot as Annelise's arse is shortly to be! I'm not entirely sure which I would like more - the horny naked painslut, or the mansion with dungeons, grounds, servants and assistants. But I definitely see myself as the Tormentor here, which is in itself slightly unusual. More often, in such fantasies, I imagine myself in the role of the victim, even when the victim is female.
John <johnb(at)ssec(dot)wisc(dot)edu>
Don't try this at home. Harsh fantasies like this should stay on the printed page, or in the hearts and minds of bad little boys and girls who are egged on thereby to just a little bit more cruelty, or a wee bit more submission.
Pablo Stubbs <Pablo.Stubbs(at)newsguy(dot)com>
A vivid fantasy doesn't necessarily make a successful story, and that seems to be the case here. Structurally it's pretty flat, so the masturbatory fantasy is all there is. Maybe some deeper characterisation would help, but - despite very vivid imagery - the characters aren't much more than foul-mouthed lusting cardboard cutouts, Beavis and Butthead grown a little (but just a little).
Owen Williamson <ashthorn(at)maildulf(dot)com>
A pleasant little tale, spoilt somewhat for me by the author trying to cover too much in the confines of the length allowed. I'd rather have had more about the spanking and less of the flashback leading up to it.