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
Recompense
By
Courtney <Courtenesca@aol.com>
"Goodness, has Hell frozen over? Are pigs flying from tree tops? Clouds shedding their silver linings? Or is it simply the old man home from the sea? ...See, nothing's changed, Graham. A clic for everything. Like our relationship. ...By the way, why are you here? Someone die?"
He braved her icy glare for a two count; his shamed glance dropping to the marble floor. "Estelle, I've been meaning to...call... Wanted to talk to you." Graham swallowed hot bile rising in his raw throat. "Is this a good time?"
"No, Graham. Speaking with you could never be called a 'good time.' But, you're here now. Obviously, you've poured some liquid courage into you... Yes. Why not? *Do* let's chat. I'm all agog at what you have to say."
Gliding into the living room; Estelle's sleek, naked body glowed through her diaphanous gown. Graham clenched his fists, looked desperately at the front door, then followed Estelle.
At the bar. Two glasses of cold seltzer with lime clutched wetly in her patrician fingers. "Drink this, Graham. You look like you're about to hyperventilate." He took one of the drinks, hoping he'd have enough sense not to drop it. He gulped the refreshing bubbles till it was all gone. Estelle settled into an overstuffed armchair, reclining like a queen.
"Still nervous, darling? Can't imagine why...?" Openly contemptuous, she sipped daintily from her glass. Waiting.
Now or never. No time like the present. A rolling stone gathers no... Graham girded his loins. Ran his trembling hands through his unkempt hair. Squared his shoulders.
And dropped to his knees in front of the woman he'd wronged.
"My love, I've been stupid. What you must think...! How you must despise me." Graham's brown eyes burned with remorse. "I-I was wrong, Estelle. You'd be right in never speaking with me again... But, if there's any chance to prove... What can I do to make things right? I'll do anything, Estelle. Please, I'm begging you, don't shut me out."
...How she'd waited for these words; that he'd come back to his senses! Cleaving unto her like beluga caviar on toast-points! Ah, dear Graham, he
suffered so beautifully... Sighing, Estelle wanted to draw this little penitential scene out. As far as she could.
"Graham, you disappointed me. Caused me grave unhappiness. ...I doubt you can ever pay enough for what you've done. ...Can you?" Her darkly lined eyes emphasized the flickering sparks of blue fire. Estelle was finished being passe'. "What *can* you do, indeed?"
"Whatever you wish, my love." Graham sheepishly slipped off his jacket, loosened his tie. "Whatever your decision...your choices...for me, I willingly accept." His shirt lay atop his jacket and tie.
"Will this please you, Estelle? My nakedness? My subservience?" Belt open, shoes kicked free, trousers down and off. "My love? D-Do you wish to take my shorts down? Or should I...?"
Evil Estelle smirked. Her big, handsome Graham froze like a deer caught in the headlights.
This was going to be even better than she'd imagined.
The End
© Copyright Summer, 2002
Reviews
Abrat4you <abrat4you(at)aol(dot)com>
This story was a delight with magical words that caught my interest and took me on a roller coaster of alphabetical groupings that even Webster would be proud of...I felt his remorse...his groveling....his panic...and most of all I felt her power...I'd say someone is in big trouble...this would have fallen under not my kink for me...but I really enjoyed this one :)
Frank <sswitcher(at)yahoo(dot)com>
This one was rather edgy for me. If that was indeed the author's intent, then it was very effective. I found myself seething with rage at Estelle's nastyness. I don't care what Graham had done. There is no way this sarcastic, contemptuous b*tch deserves the priceless gift of his submission.
John <johnb(at)ssec(dot)wisc(dot)edu>
Very good on description, both internal and external. I get the sense that these two are both playing a game, but it is a game which they both take very seriously, and which could be quite dangerous.