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
Kindred Spirits
By
Alex Birch <alexbirch@blueyonder.co.uk>
She closed her eyes and began to reminisce. It was 45 years before when she'd discovered her weakness in that dreadful office, bent over Mr Carter's desk. She was due her first caning and she was terrified. She'd pleaded with him to relent and to her relief he'd offered an alternative. 'Very well, Margaret, as this your first time I'm prepared to spank you...' he'd said, his voice high with excitement, '...but you realise I will take your knickers down and this remains between us?'
Blushing, she'd lain across his knee before he pulled down her pants and began to smack her bare bottom. It was then she realised that she enjoyed the pain and the humiliation of baring herself, the moisture between her legs embarrassingly obvious.
From that day on she had contrived punishment from Carter at every opportunity, and it was just their secret until the day she left school.
At 17 she'd got an office job, her boss unable to keep his hands to himself, but to her self disgust she'd enjoyed his hasty fumbling. One day she'd contrived to make so many mistakes that she ended up across his knee, knickers down, for a good hiding. From then on it progressed to the strap, and, for the first time, a caning, but she wouldn't allow him the sex he craved and eventually she left his employ.
At 20, her family had virtually married her off to Albert, a decent man who had courted her since her teens. She liked him well enough but that was it. There was no excitement for her there but it was security and her mom would be pleased so she went along with it. She could never admit her cravings to her husband for she knew he would be shocked and revolted so for many frustrating years her passions had lain dormant.
Then , five years ago, at the age of 57 she'd discovered an internet ca and walked in out of curiosity. Soon she was searching spanking chat rooms until she found an elderly widower and they'd met up one afternoon when she was supposedly shopping. He took her home and she burned with embarrassment as he placed her over his knee and took down her knickers but when the spanking began, her inhibitions disappeared and Margaret rediscovered the peaks of excitement and sexual release denied her for so long. Now it had become a furtive sexual relationship too, her lover doing things in bed that she had never dreamed were possible.
Her reverie was interrupted by the key in the door and she hastily picked up her knitting as her husband walked in. 'What's for tea, love?' he asked and then nodded 'Ah!! Steamed fish because its Friday!' She smiled as he grinned triumphantly. Albert stared affectionately at his wife. She'd been a good catch, old Madge! So devoted for forty years. Might be a bit predictable but that suited him and he was proud that after all these years they understood each other's needs perfectly!
The End
© Copyright Summer, 2002
Margaret <wessyLA(at)aol(dot)com>
I enjoyed reading this. It illustrates very nicely how somebody can be quite normal, to the point of boredom, on the outside, and yet harbor kinkiness inside. Thank you for sending this in.
MollyB <mollyb(at)newsguy(dot)com>
Ah, it's never too late to have one's life changed by the internet. A sweet story and yet a touch of wistfulness. I like Madge and Albert, I really do; I just wish they sounded less like Wallace and Gromit at the end.
Mary Catherine <marycatherine(at)saintfrancis-sfg(dot)net>
There's a lot going on in this story, but it fits together so seamlessly that it's hard to believe it's only 500 words. I could really relate to the feelings she'd awakened to throughout her relationships.
RCG <rcg1574(at)yahoo(dot)com>
Well written enough to hold the readers attention to the end, but nothing exciting or special here.