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: First/Last
A Matter Of Speed
By
Mara Maharakshasa <MaraMahaRakshasa@aol.com>
The Professor sat behind his desk, dwarfed by his vast red leather armchair.
Complacent as only the fully tenured and much- published can be, he scowled at Anoushka.
"I can't believe you've subscribed to this nonsense, Dr. Gupta. There's so little evidence, yet it undermines the whole edifice of modern physics. And, I don't see how you advance your cause by publishing in these obscure online journals.
What is the point?"
Anoushka shakes her head: "I don't agree the evidence is so slight. Besides, I publish where I can, and the major journals are ignoring the subject."
"For good reason, I think. But, the damage is done," he sighs. "Now, tell me again, what caused you to change you mind?"
Anoushka isn't going to tell the true story, of course.
As part of her post-doctorate studies, she'd spent some time at Cambridge. And, as people do, had taken a day trip to London one Saturday. After shopping, she'd decided to get a hotel room. Which led to her wild evening out in Covent Garden.
She hadn't been drunk, but she'd been in a receptive mood when she ran into the tall young Indian businessman ordering a drink at the bar in a club. Raj had smiled when she mentioned physics, and launched into a brief disquisition about his doubts about modern cosmology. Soon, they were in a booth, arguing about the cosmological constant, quintessence, dark matter, brane theory, the whole semi-mystical construct, with its complex mathematical underpinnings.
His arguments weren't precisely theological, but practical, and tempered by an annoying degree of certainty.
You can never tell who it is you'll end up taking home, but Anoushka decided at some point in the evening that he'd be her conquest for the night. And she would make him believe! It didn't work out that way.
She wasn't surprised when he turned out to be a patient and expert lover. She'd counted on that. But she hadn't expected him to embrace both tantric pleasures and the English preference, spanking. Reluctantly, she'd allowed him to place her over his knees, and warm her backside. That reluctance gave way to a deep submission that intensified her pleasure, far more than she'd anticipated.
Later in the night, they resumed talking about infinity, origins, doubt and certainties.
"Tell me one specific thing that you disbelieve, that I could experimentally verify," she finally said. "So many of these problems await more powerful accelerators, or more sensitive instrumentation."
"How about that the speed of light is constant, and hasn't varied in time? Or the idea the universe is homogeneous?"
"Hard to do," she'd smiled. Then begun sucking his penis back to life, savoring the ache in her buttocks.
Around three in the morning, he checked his watch, and announced: "Uh oh. Have to go."
"Back to the wife and kids in suburbia?" she'd smiled.
"No," he'd smiled back, and vanished in mid-air.
Her quest began then. Angel, demon, alien, time- traveler, interdimensional envoy? She'd seen the impossible, and needed to know.
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
Margaret <wessyLA(at)aol(dot)com>
Nice use of the first/last word theme and an interesting story that begs to be resolved. Will there be more? Thank you for sending it along.
MollyB <mollyb(at)newsguy(dot)com>
Interesting twist in this romantic geek story. Isn't research wonderful?
Dyke Grrl <dyke.grrl(at)verizon(dot)net>
This was a clever story, and the characterization is good enough to carry the reader through to the end. One is left wondering about motivations--is she looking for her lover because he challenged her notions of physics, or because she wants another spanking?
Pablo Stubbs <Pablo.Stubbs(at)newsguy(dot)com>
There's the core of a very nice story here, though it's not been entirely successfully squeezed into 500 words. The beginning, which uses the first-line, is a little too incidental - the words might have been better used later on in the story. The spanking content is a little slight and very much incidental also, which actually seems to take something away from what *does* work well in the story - the mystery of this strange person, and the nicely-done physics theme. A nice working sketch for something larger and more complete, maybe.