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
My Lovely Hooligan
By
Mara Maharakshasa <MaraMahaRakshasa@aol.com>
Cassandra is not the kind of woman I usually choose. For one thing, she's almost young enough to be my granddaughter. She's some sort of punkish goth slacker I'm hopeless at precision about these fads and a hyperactive ball of energy.
Look at her now. She's wearing nothing but black. A miniskirt, some kind of Chinese jacket, a tee shirt that proclaims:
"Evil Inside" within a Pentium-like swirl. Her lipstick is blue, matching her chipped fingernail polish. Her hair is dyed a blazing red, and sticks up like a porcupine's quills. Lace-up boots, with thick ribbed soles. A tiny silver nose ring, and three rings or studs per ear. No, she's not what you'd call a conventional sex symbol. In fact, everything about her says: "hands off," or perhaps 'dyke.'
She smokes like a security guard and drinks neat Jack Daniels, too.
But ... her spiky persona is a mere protective layer. To me, she's sweet and tender, at the right times.
And, when I want her to be, she's the dominatrix from hell.
"I'm in the mood for something different today," she breathes in my ear. "How brave are you feeling?"
"I'm okay," I reply, tugging experimentally on my wrist straps.
"You won't be getting out of those," she purrs. "I've got you just how I want you."
She's right. She's taken her time in setting things up. And I am completely helpless. It's a feeling I love, and is reflected by my aching erection. I'm strapped to a spanking stool, my ass high in the air, pinned by straps at my wrists, elbows, knees and ankles. She's place my slave collar round my throat, and has a bondage hood and gag ready, on the table with her brimming bag of canes, paddles, riding crops, floggers and other instruments of pain.
She tickles my scrotum with her fingernails, and runs a finger up and down my buttock crease.
"Maybe I'll try out that strap-on you bought me? After all, you must have had something in mind, mm?"
"Yes," I agree. "If you want."
"As if you have a choice," she snorts. "But you'd like that, wouldn't you? So would I! Fucking you, until you come?"
She's prodding my anus with a fingertip. "You're all clenched up, though. A good spanking to relax it, that's what you need."
She hangs her jacket on a chair, and pulls off her tee shirt. She's too young to need to worry about a bra, and I gaze hungrily at her small firm breasts. The nipples are dark and hard, and the rings through them gleam brightly. She unfastens her skirt and tosses it aside. As usual, she's not wearing panties. Her belly is smooth and flat, and her bush of hair is a proud Mohawk, scarcely trimmed at all. Labial rings glint in the wetness. She strokes herself reflectively, and pores over which paddle to use.
A heavy leather one is flexed.
The beating starts without warning.
Hard, and merciless. My lovely hooligan.
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>
such assured dominance and such mature sexuality in one so young. But it's certainly a very hot fantasy - and it's nice to see a story of the relatively rare F/M genre among this author's increasingly diverse output.
Needy Wench <needywench(at)hotmail(dot)com>
ter and story development. But, unlike many of them, this one does not end neatly, and just seems to stop abruptly. A fine effort marred by word count-itis.
Jodi <ladiejj(at)webtv(dot)net>
ondage, the positions and the mood are all well conveyed. All the details not only add to the setting but the characters as well. Well written.
RCG <rcg1574(at)yahoo(dot)com>
"punkish goth slacker" Cassandra is presented makes this story worth reading.