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 This story's setting is the summer of 2002 in a Cape Cod seaside resort town.
It All Evens Out
By
The Crimson Kid <CrimsnKid6@aol.com>
She was sweet, blonde, stunningly attractive and mine--for a month. Equally important from my perspective, she loved to be spanked on her beautiful bare bottom, a carryover from sound maternal fanny-tannings.
Susan began staying at her family's summer residence two days after I'd arrived in Cape Cod, house-sitting next door at the cottage of a family friend occupied overseas for the summer. (During the tourist season, it was unwise to leave houses unoccupied.) I wasn't teaching summer sesssion that year, so I had two months of 'R & R'--but I hadn't expected them to be as enjoyable as they'd turned out.
I discovered that Susan had just experienced a classic 'bad breakup' with her boyfriend, a 20-year-old who was possessive and chauvinistic, spanking her to assert his supposed dominance. Emotionally wounded and vulnerable, she virtually fell into my arms as soon as we became acquainted. It took her three days to reveal her spanking fetish, which I happily indulged.
I'm a '50-50 switch' in spankophile terminology, someone who equally enjoys both giving and receiving spankings. While Susan had been spanked by guys expecting sexual relations in return, she hadn't experienced true erotic bottom-warmings until I started smacking her bare behind regularly. She was a 'total bottom,' desiring only to receive rear-reddening attention, but I didn't mind indulging my 'toppish' side exclusively; things would eventually even out.
It wasn't all over-the-lap activity; we went to the beach, played tennis, picnicked at the park, rented videos, went to movies or clubs in the evenings. But at least once a day, often twice or thrice, Susan was upended across my lap, bottom bared, for a moderate but lengthy spanking; I'd start out applying my palm, switching to a light wooden paddle partway through the proceedings. Susan was accustomed to more severe implements-- hairbrush, Spencer paddle, razor strap--being maternally applied to her derriere during extended serious punishments.
Did I have vanilla-style intercourse with this innocent eighteen-year-old who was twelve years my junior? Naturally, and it was refreshing to be considered maturely experienced--but central to our nigh-idyllic relationship were my pink palmprints glowing on her sensuous gluteal globes.
It suddenly ended on the first of August, when I awakened to find Susan's red convertible missing from the next-door driveway and a letter waiting on the table. Acting impulsively, she had telephoned her ex-boyfriend that morning and they had abruptly reconciled. Her note expressed gratitude for my affectionate treatment of her, especially the sweet spankings I'd administered to her blushing buns, and wished me continued happiness.
I wasn't totally crushed; the relationship had been necessarily finite. Noticing the black Lexus next door that evening, I walked outside and came; face-to-face with an older, strict-looking version of Susan--her 42-year-old mother, Regina.
"You must be Cortland." Regina smiled appraisingly. "Susan and you were together?" "Yes, ma'am." "Save the 'ma'am' for later," she instructed. "I like what she likes, with two variations--I'm on the giving side of the bare-assed spankings, and they're applied long and hard with my hairbrush, strap and paddle. Are we on for August, Cortland?" "Absolutely, Regina."
It all evens out...
The End
© Copyright Summer, 2002
Reviews
Abrat4you <abrat4you(at)aol(dot)com>
I loved the twist at the end...I wasn't expecting it...good story.
Jodi <ladiejj(at)webtv(dot)net>
This is a lighthearted story about the begining of a spanking relationship. It gives us some good descriptions. The title fits this story very well. A fun read ...
John <johnb(at)ssec(dot)wisc(dot)edu>
I like the premise. I like the whole plot. But there's simply too much content to fit comfortably into the 500 word format without feeling synopsized. The story deserves to be stretched out, given room to grow. Given room to feel the characters' needs and fears and ambiguities. Room for the daughter to reminisce about her mother, providing both context and foreshadowing.
And when it did 'all even out,' the mother could play up how 'naughty' the man was to have 'taken advantage' of the daughter, adding a yummy spice of guilt.
Owen Williamson <ashthorn(at)maildulf(dot)com>
I'm afraid this story did nothing for me. I feel that it needs a moderate amount of revision before it really gets to be a "tale well told". The writer seemed to try to say too much. The formatting fell apart at the end, too, which makes me feel it was written in haste and posted without review.