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
They Say
By
CinDgirl <CinDgirl@eathlink.net>
They Say
My first reaction is always surprise, and tied for second is my hands reaching to cover my bottom in case a second swat is already on the way and glancing around quickly, half afraid that someone saw.
There is no disguising the sound of a spank but maybe no one is sure where it came from.
And last, I look up at him, slightly flushed with embarrassment, eyes tearfully wounded even though I know very well why that single, hard swat was given. Im already going soft inside, but I fight it and with hands still at my bottom, rubbing discretely (I hope) but dramatically, I push myself closer to his side.
You shouldnt have done that, I pout.
He sighs in absolute frustration and grasps my upper arm, pulls me out of the way of the other shoppers and stands me against the wall and shakes his head.
You dont get NEARLY enough of them, young lady.
I look away, still pouting, and he lifts my chin with his fingers, forcing me to look at him, and doesnt say another word until I look into his eyes.
I fight the urge to stomp my foot, but I cant keep the childish tone from my voice as I answer, Because I dont need them.
He remains silent, eyes still looking deep into mine. I lift my shoulders and blink back the tears.
Not that much.
My hands reluctantly leave my bottom. The swat definitely left a sting behind, but not nearly enough to account for my constant rubbing. I reach for his hand to pull it from my chin, but he shakes his head ever so slightly and my hands fall to my sides.
Wow Cindy .
I shuffle my feet, my hands feeling lost, and my eyes fall away from his.
Well sometimes, I mumble.
He shakes his head again. That is sooooooo not true. He reaches for my hands and draws them up between us, using his fingertips beneath my chin to keep my eyes level with his. You need them, My Girl I open my mouth to answer and again he shushes me with a shake of his head and continues. You need them because they say shape up. I squirm. Take a deep breath. Instinctively I do.
Make me proud. The tears start to flow, and this time I dont sniff them back.
Im watching over you. His hands grip tighter and he leans his forehead against my head and his voice drops to a whisper. Im yours, and youre mine. He brings our hands together, pulling both of mine into one of his and wrapping them tight in his warmth while his other hand reaches behind me to softly squeeze my recently swatted cheek. They say His hand slides back around, across my hip and up leaving a trail of soft shivers behind his fingertips until he is once again cupping my chin, lifting up. I love you.
The End
© Copyright Summer, 2002
Reviews
Tami <tamishy(at)webtv(dot)net>
This reminds me of a love story, so sweet and bold. First she resists then she just gives in to the inevitable. Beautifully written.
Pablo Stubbs <Pablo.Stubbs(at)newsguy(dot)com>
A gorgeous miniature, from which we discover so much about these two people. The interleaving of slightly incoherent dialogue and telling, precise physical action works really well, creating a calming, dreamy rhythm. It's a lovely moment, written with both love and skill.
Anne <Ladyanne60(at)aol(dot)com>
This is a very sensitive thought provoking story. It is intense as it is subtle, the reader has a good concept into her mind. Each character is so gifted at picking up each other's nonverbal clues, as if they indeed know what the other one is thinking.
Kate <ecattiva(at)aol(dot)com>
Very powerful story. It would have been neat (and feasible, the way this was set up, I think) if the "They say" had been repeated throughout, but I liked the way it was used here too. I also like the way that you describe the spankee's emotions and reactions. Quite effective.