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
Honesty
By
Livia Yoran <yoranlivia@yahoo.de>
Everybody always lies. They tell you they love you. They tell you that youve got wonderful eyes and a lovely smile and they promise you the stars. But after a few weeks there are arguments about who spilled the toothpaste. They start having doubts if you arent a bit too independent to be the woman of their dreams. They stop bringing you roses, they turn to look after other women on the street, and finally its all over. Men are simply never truthful, Ive learned that much. Its always the same story, and Im sick of it.
He looked at me earnestly after Id finished this monologue, his face displaying no hint of amusement. Under his thoughtful gaze, I slowly started feeling a bit stupid. Finally, he said, quite casually: Care to try a different story? He didnt try to flirt with me. No bragging, no pretense to be better than all the rest. He just asked. Perhaps thats why I said yes.
We went to his appartment because I wanted us to. I had expected him to come straight to the point, but he did this in quite a different way from what I had expected. He took my hands, looked me straight into the eyes and said in his deep, warm and friendly voice that had so attracted me in the first place: I know youve had a lot of disappointments, but thats no reason to blame the whole gender of men for your unhappy relationships. Instead of unjustifiedly declaring war to all males, you could have asked yourself if you havent made mistakes, too: in your choice of men; in your truthfulness to yourself about your needs and desires. You are an impressive and mature woman, but the things you said tonight were childish and inacceptable. I opened my mouth to protest, but he cut me short and said calmly, but very decidedly: I think you need a sound spanking, and I will most certainly provide you with one if you wish to stay. If you dont agree, feel free to take your coat and leave now.
I just gaped at him, opened and closed my mouth several times, and stayed rooted to the spot. Never had I experienced such a mixture of fear, of a strange feeling in my stomach and of a very well-known feeling between my legs. Suddenly, a desire that had been a part of most of my sexual fantasies for all my life became overwhelming: the desire of being held by a tender and considerate man who knew exactly what was best for me and did it, even if it included disciplining me. My knees felt weak. I leant against his breast and murmured: Hold me, please. He put his arms around me and comfortingly stroked my hair. Quietly he said: It will hurt, but we both know you need it, and afterwards you will feel better.
I nodded.
The End
© Copyright Summer, 2002
Reviews
Kate <ecattiva(at)aol(dot)com>
I like the premise of this story very much. The hero's ultimatum seemed rather harsh and abrupt, but was well made up for by his comforting actions at the end. This story has all the elements and promise of a good romance novel wrapped up in a short, neat little package. Nice effort.
Haron <haron(at)newsguy(dot)com>
This story is touching and good, a picture of the disappointments many of us had, and the hopes we nurse inside. I hope for the happy ending for the characters.
Dyke Grrl <dyke.grrl(at)verizon(dot)net>
You achieve excellent characterization and plot in this--the narrator's transition from defensive to accepting is particularly well realized. The interplay between the two characters is well done, and the wish fulfillment aspect is sweet.
Tami <tamishy(at)webtv(dot)net>
And the door opens.....At that moment when you've found the one you plan to spend the rest of your life with. Even if it means the occasional trip over the knee. In that moment everything changes and a door opens to a whole other world.
That's for the peek inside.