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
Two Ships
By
Kent Stoneking <kentls01@pacifier.com>
The breakfast rush at the little diner had nearly ended. One man lingered at the counter, not completely oblivious to the waitress hovering nearby.
"More coffee, Brian?" she asked, offering up the pot.
"Sure, Judy," he answered. "But just a bit, I'm running late as it is."
She filled his cup half-full, then set the coffee pot down, turned away from him, bent over, and began scrubbing the counter. Brian's heart beat fast, and his palms started sweating, as he watched her bottom pressed up against her tight waitress uniform. How he dreamed, how many times he'd dreamed, of having her face-down across his lap, slowly pulling her pink dress up and her panties (he always pictured them as virginal white cotton) down to expose her plump cheeks, and spanking her cream-colored flesh to bright scarlet as she kicked and wriggled and squealed --
No, Brian thought, yanking his mind (and his vision) away from Judy's backside. That way of thinking was degrading to women in general, and Judy in particular. She was an adult, to be treated with dignity and respect, not some recalcitrant child. All women, Judy included, were whole persons, with thoughts, dreams, and feelings. They weren't mere objects to satisfy his warped sexual cravings. He really should talk to a therapist -- if he could find one who wouldn't have him thrown in jail.
Still, he mused, his gaze wandering back, it was such a pretty bottom ...
Judy held the pose as long as she could, knowing Brian's eyes were on her. If only, she thought, if only she could feel something else of his -- namely his solid, powerful hands. She longed to have them take her across his lap, raise her dress and peel her panties down; one holding her securely in place while the other spanked her upturned buttocks into a solid mass of heat and pain and ecstasy --
Her mind took a violent turn. No! Such thoughts weren't worthy of her. Women had come too far in their dealings with men. She couldn't -- shouldn't -- betray her gender by willingly submitting to such degrading, subservient treatment. Men could recognize her as an equal, or she could do without then.
Still, she reflected, looking back at Brian, he did have such strong hands ...
Brian finished his coffee, tossed some bills (including his usual generous tip) on the counter, walked out the diner door, and sighed. Judy watched his retreating back, pocketed the money, picked up the dirty dishes, and sighed.
The End
© Copyright Summer, 2002
Reviews
Haron <haron(at)newsguy(dot)com>
While the visible outcome of this story is sad, it left me hopeful for a brighter future for these two, as well as those in the scene who wander the streets looking at cute bottoms or strong hands. Nice story, and well written.
Mary Catherine <marycatherine(at)saintfrancis-sfg(dot)net>
A very sweet, but melancholy tale. I loved the detail in this story, right down to the virginal, white cotton panties in Brian's fantasy. I could easily put myself in this story and wonder if I've ever missed an opportunity of my own, since I've had similar (though as far as I know) one-sided encounters like this on more occasions than I can count.
RCG <rcg1574(at)yahoo(dot)com>
The lingering question of course, is whether they will collide. What shame it is that we can rarely know the mind of those around us and hardly ever share our deepest fantasies except in anonymity.