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 (Except for nonessential details, this is a R/L
account set in the Lone Star State on June 16, 2002.)
The Problem with Pervertibles
By
The Crimson Kid <CrimsnKid6@aol.com>
Simply put, they tend to break eventually--at least the rigid ones do.
The term 'pervertible' refers to a spanking implement that has another primary use. Commonly-used pervertibles include hairbrushes, leather belts, bath brushes, ping-pong paddles, wooden spoons, rulers/yardsticks and spatulas.
My darling wife and I have experienced numerous impromptu but solid-looking spankers splitting apart while in her hand, being smacked across my posterior. Two small plastic game paddles, a wooden hand mirror (glass removed), a laminated paint stick, plastic and wooden hairbrushes--they've all broken apart while in use. Sturdily constructed for their original purposes, they were not intended for extended fanny-tanning functionality.
They didn't generally break the first time being applied to my deserving derriere, or the sixth, or often even the twentieth, but they eventually lost their solidity while applying swats to my stinging seat.
It's comparable to a struggle of attrition in which one side wins every battle except the final one--and that single defeat costs it the entire war. Up until the moment its internal cohesion shattered, each pervertible had been seemingly victorious in its conflict against my reddened, smarting derriere.
The most recent pervertible breakdown was also the most emotionally disturbing to my sweet spouse, who had correctly surmised that I direly needed a sound bare-assed walloping while we were alone at home and I was "getting fresh" with her in the kitchen. The nearest suitable spanking implement was her long-handled, wide-backed wooden spoon, which she'd purchased for cooking purposes before learning that her marital duties would include administering corporal punishment.
She quickly had me kneeling bent over the living room ottoman, briefs lowered to mid-thigh level, with instructions to maintain that position while she chastised me. The wooden spoon, a veteran of numerous effective bottom-warmings up to that point, was smacking my buns quite smartly until I suddenly heard Honey cry out in distress, "Oh, no...My spoon!"
Straightening up, I saw her staring forlornly at the spoon's head, a third of which had abruptly split away after about fifteen good swats. "You broke my spoon," she stated accusingly.
"Sorry, Honey." I futilely examined the critically-damaged implement, which no longer had value for stirring or spanking.
"Oh, I'll make you sorry all right!" She strode off toward the bedroom, and I could only helplessly await her imminent return. When it occured a couple minutes later, Honey looked determined while clutching a half-inch-thick blue wooden paddle and a doubled-over thick leather strap--each of which had been purchased from Internet spanking suppliers and were both formidable and durable as instruments of corporal correction.
"Bend back over." She resumed her position to my left, perpendicular to my backthrust buttocks, after I'd obeyed her command. Setting the strap aside momentarily, she raised the sturdy paddle to strike. "I'll teach you to break my spoon..."
Then the emphatic whacks began to blisteringly impact my exposed asscheeks, making me squirm and yelp childishly while pondering the problem with non-pervertible spanking implements.
Simply put, they never seem to break...
The End
© Copyright Summer, 2002
Reviews
Frank <sswitcher(at)yahoo(dot)com>
The rather deadpan documentary-like style, with only a faint undercurrent of subtle sarcasm, is perhaps quite appropriate for an R/L account. I liked the use of alliteration in phrases such as fanny-tanning functionality, pondering the problem, and swats to my stinging seat. And I hope the author has learned his lesson. He certainly should be sorry - breaking his Honey's favourite spoon like that!
Pam <pamiMac(at)aol(dot)com>
Yes indeed. There IS a problem with pervertibles. Very funny. The beginning started off a bit on the dullish side and built up to where I could envision CK's spouse amazed that her spoon broke and that it brought out her outraged toppishness. I could envision CK's sorrow that non-pervitibles don't break. Enjoyable.
Needy Wench <needywench(at)hotmail(dot)com>
I don't know why, but reading the first few paragraphs, I kept hearing Walter Cronkite in my head reading your words. The straightforward, narrative quality of the tale seemed like some National Geographic documentary...until the end, when Honey says "You broke my spoon,"...and all hell breaks loose. All hail non-pervertibles!
John <johnb(at)ssec(dot)wisc(dot)edu>
Heh. A Top with a sense of humor. And a Bottom with at least a sense of irony. That is the trouble with dual-use items, innit? Some folks go toy shopping in kitchen or hardware stores but buy things with only the one use in mind. Then if the hardware suddenly gives up the ghost, one just shrugs and reaches back into the bag....