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
Luv U Just As Much
By
Mara Maharakshasa <MaraMahaRakshasa@aol.com>
It's not easy, being a diva's girlfriend. I'm talking about soulful songbirds, queens of the R&B ballad, popular icons here.
I have to be careful what I say, because of my non- disclosure agreement.
Aleetha is at the top of her game right now. A string of chart hits, videos that have made her face and body familiar to a huge public; her own clothing business, endorsements of perfumes and luxury goods, and a nascent acting career, starting with a Chris Rock movie next spring. She's only 25, but she's raking in the bucks, and has developed that high life style, jet-setting around, usually with some lame basketball player or pretty-boy rapper on her arm. Dressed in the most outrageous fashion, intended to keep her legend alive in the papers.
But Aleetha has a secret, namely me. Kind of a dirty secret, because we don't know how the fans would accept the idea that she's a dyke, and has been since she was a kid.
So, instead of decorating her arm, I'm moping along as the personal assistant, spokeswoman, or assistant business manager, depending on what the situation is. I even have my collection of male 'dates,' in whom I display little real interest, either.
Aleetha is lovable, but difficult. Everything has to go her way. Her style is imperious, capricious and totally self-centered. It's 'all about her,' from dawn till whenever she falls asleep. And the courtiers run and do her bidding, satisfy her ridiculous whims.
All except me. And behind closed doors, as they say, it's a different story.
She's been particularly absurd on this summer tour, and I decide it's time to remind her of our arrangement.
We're in her hotel suite, winding down after a gig. The other members of the entourage have been dismissed, and we're alone. I'm checking her diary, while she nibbles on a peach and sips champagne.
"Well, so far as I can tell, after Miami, next week, we have a gap in public appearances." She pouts. She loves to perform, and if not, wants to be seen at clubs, restaurants and parties to keep her face in the public eye.
"Are you fixing something?"
"Working on it," I reply. "But we have another kind of data, Aleetha."
"Oh. Are you sure?"
"I insist. There's a three week gap, without a single 'thong event,' or other opportunity for embarrassment."
She seems to deflate slightly, but there's a wistful look in her eyes. "What do you have in mind?"
"A trip to Wisconsin," I inform her, coolly.
She nods nervously. "The farm? The full treatment?"
"Yes, Aleetha. A week in the barn, or outdoors. No clothes. Full humiliation, drastic punishments. Constant spankings. Full-body whippings, three times a day. So I can love you just as much as I hate your guts."
"Okay."
And I do love her, when she's on her knees, begging to tonguefuck my cunt. My painslut and slave. And I'm the diva, a merciless mistress with a whip in my fist.
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
Sarah Nada <circler73(at)hotmail(dot)com>
This story strikes me as edgy and difficult to get a handle on. The situation the characters find themselves in is certainly interesting, but I would have liked to know more about the emotional side of their relationship. Without seeing much affection between the two, I found it hard to get involved as a reader.
Jodi <ladiejj(at)webtv(dot)net>
This is a great story filled with humor, description and irony. I like the way it is conveyed in the 1st person-- almost like an interview piece. The author gives us so many details about the main character (the singer) that it leaves us wanting to be present for the week of punishment. This story was enjoyable as well as well written.
Pablo Stubbs <Pablo.Stubbs(at)newsguy(dot)com>
This is fantasy presented as story, and it doesn't really work. Fantasy doesn't need to have structure, progression, trajectory - that's not what it's about. But if a story is going to work - even one this short - it needs some sense of questions being asked and answered. Because this author's 'stories' really have no path at all - just the same two people dressed up superficially and talking dirty - there's no sense of mystery, of expectation. One knows the way it's going to end pretty much from the beginning, and that's a recipe for a dull read.
Kate <ecattiva(at)aol(dot)com>
Very E! True Hollywood Story. :-) I like the interaction between the players because it suggests so much about their psyches that it gives more depth to the story than its 500 words. Nice job.