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
 

The Book Lover

By

Mara Maharakshasa <MaraMahaRakshasa@aol.com>

Now it's actually happening, she feels the dizzy excitement grip her. Her heart is pounding uncontrollably. She'd wondered how it would be, after all the steamy e-mails and torrid instant messenger sessions. Now, they've finally met. And after a quiet lunch, where they checked each other out, exchanged promises of confidentiality and negotiated limits ? the waiter seemingly hovering to hear what was so fascinating, so erotic ? they'd gone to his hotel suite.
Her friend Trisha knows where she is, and has his name. If she doesn't call by seven, there will be trouble. She knows to play safe. But, she wants thrills and uncertainties, too.
 

It seems like a dream, a drugged fantasy. He'd undressed her, item by item, and coldly examined her like a veterinarian with a sick pet. Blushing, trembling, she'd allowed him to handcuff her wrists behind her back, and sit her on the edge of the bed, admonished to keep her thighs apart.
 

He unzips a suitcase, and begins to arrange a collection of straps, crops, floggers and other devices on the dresser, by the television.
He distracts her stare by asking: "Now, what are we going to do with you?" Without waiting, he tells her the answer: "I was studying your list of favorite books yesterday night. And there's a lovely idea, one that's sure to appeal to you?]"
 

Outside, the bright sun glares down on Vegas, and the daytime crowds bustle. The curtains are drawn. He takes a straight- backed chair from behind the desk, and carries it to the end of the room, placing it in front of the array of full-length mirrors.
"It's a casino town," he continues, "and so?]" He pushes the seat cushion out of its surroundings, leaving a gaping round hole.
"Casino Royale!" she gasps.
"Exactly. Won't that be a nice place to start? You're a very naughty girl, and I think you deserve it?]"
He leads her to the chair, and makes her sit, guiding her cuffed wrists over the back. She's perched on the front wooden rail. "Now, sit back, Jennie," he instructs. "You know what's required."
Nervously, she slides her bottom backwards; inches at a time before letting herself subside, so her buttocks sag through the opening. He wraps a tight belt round her waist, and the chair back.
"Very good," he smiles, bending to strap her ankles to the chair legs. She gapes at her lewd image in the mirror. He's strapping her knees now, opening her wider. She's completely helpless. Her backside bulges vulnerably; her labia parted, pouting, her innermost secrets displayed. She's dripping.
He shows her an old-fashioned carpet beater, a cloverleaf-shaped woven cane paddle on a long shaft. "I bought this specially," he tells her.
"Oh god," she sighs. He places it on the floor beneath her, and then flicks it to experimentally slap her exposed genitals and buttocks.
"Pussy torture. Very cruel, Jennie."
"Yes," she croaks.
"Shall I gag you?"
She shakes her head.
The first searing, excruciating stroke changes her mind.

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

Needy Wench  <needywench(at)hotmail(dot)com>
This story is soooo VERY stimulating - from the images of the drawn shades to the feeling from the first kiss of the carpet beater. I keep wondering if I'd be more aroused if I knew the meaning behind the Casino Royale reference, but I'm not sure I could handle that!

Probably will find its audience, but it's not me.

Owen Williamson  <ashthorn(at)maildulf(dot)com>
I have to compliment the writer of this. I actually found myself responding, although there is not a submissive cell in my body. Well written.

Margaret  <wessyLA(at)aol(dot)com>
This story has a dark undertone which is rather appealing and I love the image of her being exposed in  that way.  Thank you for sending this along.