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
Ofra & Dafra
By
Mara Maharakshasa <MaraMahaRakshasa@aol.com>
The two girls have changed since their return from Eilat, everyone at the kibbutz agrees. They were always close, but six months' of waitressing at the restaurants has made them inseparable.
Ofra is a tall pale girl, barely 18, with long sandy curling hair. Dafra is tiny, doll-like, with short black hair and olive skin. A sabra, through and through. One day while doing laundry, Ofra sighs.
"What's up, sister?"
"Oh, I'm feeling claustrophobic."
"Wish we were back in Eilat?" Dafra offers.
"Sometimes. But I love the desert."
"Well, it's all around us."
"Maybe we should take a break? Have some fun?"
Dafra hugs the bigger girl. "Good idea!"
"After all, Yom Kippur's coming up"
"Right, we need something to atone for."
They take the communal Yamaha offroad bike they'd bought the kibbutz out of part of their wages. Ofra has an Uzi on a shoulderstrap. The Bedouin are benign, but you can't be too careful. Dafra, on the pillion, has a bulky shoulderbag.
Deep into the Negev they ride, leaving the road almost immediately. Bumping over rough tracks, weaving up and down hills and wadis.
"Where are we going?" Dafra calls out.
"Somewhere very private," Ofra replies. "You'll like it."
They pause while Ofra checks her map. Dafra unbuttons her khaki shirt and stuffs it into a pannier. Ofra smiles at the sights of her small, firm breasts. "You're getting into this," she purrs. They ride on, with Dafra holding on tightly, arms round Ofra's waist. She unfastens the waistband of her shorts, and pulls the zipper down as far as possible.
"Here. Isn't this great?"
Dafra dismounts, letting her shorts fall. They're on low hill, inside a circle of tall standing stones, some Neolithic memorial of lost origin. The desert stretches in all directions, completely empty.
"Perfect," Dafra gasps.
"If Eilat was Sodom, this is Eden."
"Eilat is Babylon," Dafra smiles. "Tie me up, please?"
"Sunblock, first." Ofra takes delight in slathering the thick cream over Dafra's body, massaging her breasts and buttocks, making sure she gets it everywhere. "Now you're sticky all over," she teases.
Dafra is stretched over a boulder, her legs spread, roped at the ankle to tent pegs, her wrists similarly gripped, thrown out to the sides. Her round bottom is offered vulnerably. Ofra unzips the shoulderbag, and withdraws a heavy wooden paddle.
"Not the little leather one?" her victim asks, anxiously.
"No. You're going to be thoroughly punished today, darling. Besides, I'm saving that sweet little paddle for your pussy."
Dafra gasps as Ofra takes out a flogger and trails its tails across her back and thighs, and tickles between her ass cheeks. And gives a low moan as a riding crop is placed nearby.
"You'll mark me!" she groans. "I have every intention of doing so," Ofra growls. "You need some welts. And then, if you're good, I'm going to let you lick me, from my bellybutton to my asshole. Then I'll punish your dirty pussy. We have plenty of time, lover."
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
Pablo Stubbs <Pablo.Stubbs(at)newsguy(dot)com>
There seems little or no connection here between the setting and the story, which strips it of any real consequence. Does it matter who these people are, when all they do is talk dirty, like all this author's characters? They could be anywhere, so why here, why now? Does anything actually happen?
Haron <haron(at)newsguy(dot)com>
This story is especially good for reading in the cold climate: the pictures of play in the desert warm the reader's heart and skin.
Dyke Grrl <dyke.grrl(at)verizon(dot)net>
The story is well-written, and I like the details such as buying the Yamaha out of their wages and using sunscreen before playing in the desert. I also like how the characters seem to have an ongoing relationship, and how bits of the dialogue make that very clear. But somehow I found it difficult to connect with the characters. Perhaps some more work on characterization, so that the reader has more of an investment in what happens to the people in the story would help.
RCG <rcg1574(at)yahoo(dot)com>
The unfamiliarness of the setting and terminology for most readers make this an interesting story.