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: Edge
Death play
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"I can do it and you can't stop me!" she screamed. She backed against the wall holding the blade not outwards towards him, but inwards. It was pressed down against the veins of her wrists. Not across but straight up. Not for attention, for real.
"Put that razor blade down right now or I'll spank you so hard you'll never be able to sit again!" he roared. Inside he was wondering where things had gone wrong. They'd started out as spanking friends, become lovers soon after...then this.
"You can't spank me anymore. I'm not worth it. I'm too bad...it's too much," she whispered the last so softly he almost missed it. Her eyes shone with unshed tears as she contemplated the dark blue lines on the inside of her pale arm.
At one time she would have obeyed him instantly, and then he would have spanked her for such a silly plea for attention. Back then he wouldn't have thought she was serious. But, the look in her eyes right now said she meant business. He didn't know what his mistake had been.
She had fallen apart before his very eyes. The discipline she had craved so desperately had stopped being enough to keep her stable. He loved her but no matter what he did he couldn't help her hold on to her fragile sanity.
He watched helplessly as the razor sliced deep into her arm. She gasped as it entered the skin, not from pain but simply from the shock of seeing so much blood welling up. As if it wasn't a strong enough flow she jerked the small sliver of metal upwards.
Her eyes widened as she watched the trickle turn into a river, then a gush of crimson. Her blue eyes met his and he couldn't break the silent communication. He reached out a hand to...do what? She was right. He couldn't stop her. Not if it was what she really wanted.
There was a glitter as the blade moved to the other hand. This cut deepened slowly; already she was growing weaker from blood loss. She finished it though and then sat down on the kitchen floor looking somewhat bemused.
"I'm sorry I wasn't a good girl for you," she said to him. Now the tears did come, flowing down her cheeks as thickly as the blood flowed down her arms.
He knelt down in the puddle of her blood, feeling it soak through the knees of his pants. Sticky and warm...her life coated his skin. He pulled her into his arms and kissed her forehead. "You are a good girl. The best girl. I love you," he assured her. Then he held her until her chest stopped rising, and the blood congealed around them. Sealing them together for eternity.
The End
© Copyright Summer, 2002
Reviews
Pablo Stubbs <Pablo.Stubbs(at)newsguy(dot)com>
There's so much that's impressive here, but maybe most of all the unflinching examination of the darkest desire. And the conclusion that maybe, just maybe, it's the best solution too. The writing is calm and assured, its strength rightly showing the characters' strength. And the lack of any neat conclusion is just right. Sometimes things just can't be explained, can't be made right. A really brave and difficult story.
Dyke Grrl <dyke.grrl(at)verizon(dot)net>
Edgy indeed. The story is well-written, the characters fully realized, and... I don't know what to say. The story is incredibly intense.
Owen Williamson <ashthorn(at)maildulf(dot)com>
Very edgy, definitely not my kink. I'm still not sure whether this was a suicide pact or what. Although I didn't like the subject matter I did find it well told, with real characters.
Tami <tamishy(at)webtv(dot)net>
This story is just too sad to comment on. It's very scary to think that "our" fetish (or whatever you want to call it) could go this far. Self -destruction not even something the best Top can fix. Too sad.