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
Being Kind to Her
By
Zprymantis <zprymantis@smilingwithteeth.com>
He wanted to be kind to her. He handed her the soft teddy bear. She clutched it tightly and smiled, then lowered her upper body back down into the couch. Her body draped itself across the padded sofa arm, and her small feet tiptoed out to touch the floor. He walked behind her again, and rubbed his hand up and down her warmed and reddened cheeks. He had already fully punished her over his knee, with first his hand and then the hairbrush. Still, this time together, just couldn't end.
He wanted to do more. He picked up the cane, and found that as it landed hard against her, leaving bright white marks, her quiet expressions of pain excited him. A finger moving gently between her legs had her pressing into the couch arm and lifting up, as if begging for more. Six more of the hardest strokes placed where it was sure to sting. Red marks appearing now on the edges of her well-spanked canvas, and still no begging him to stop.
He wanted to hurt her. He pressed his erection against her thigh and she moaned. As he unzipped his pants, her legs spread slightly and her anus winked at him. Dipping momentarily into the slippery wetness that his punishment had caused, he slid himself upward and pressed the swollen head against her tightest shameful little hole.
He wanted to enter her. As he pushed, she yelped and started to cry. It was too big; it was too fast; it hurt too much. He pushed his way in, grabbing her hips, pulling her toward him. His hands squeezed the angry red wheals and then he felt her tightest muscle relax as he slid his body toward the heat of her well-reddened ass.
He wanted to stay here forever. Deeply pressed inside a part of her that called to him, suckling and throbbing, resisting and reveling. Both pleasure and pain climaxed upon them, as for that single instant, they were the same.
The End
© Copyright Summer, 2002
Reviews
Margaret <wessyLA(at)aol(dot)com>
A very hot little vignette. I enjoyed this one a lot. Thank you for sending it along.
Frank <sswitcher(at)yahoo(dot)com>
A teddy bear for comfort during a caning! Aah - how cute! A nicely-written piece, has something of the feel of an R/L scene report transcribed into the third person. (Now I wonder what could possibly give me that impression?)
MollyB <mollyb(at)newsguy(dot)com>
Vivid sensory description here in this quick glimpse
Owen Williamson <ashthorn(at)maildulf(dot)com>
I'm afraid I only found this story of moderate interest. I know stories are supposed to start in the middle of things, but this seemed to be too much in the middle. Sorry.