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
On This New Morning Of Freedom
By
Mara Maharakshasa <MaraMahaRakshasa@aol.com>
"It was the best of times. It was the worst of times," the tailor says, after showing him the new fashions. "As, no doubt, are these. Le Roi is in custody, and the nobility are in a state of panic. Courtiers have fled. But, my new customers are discriminating, not merely the trash of the streets. Some even pay cash," he hints.
Donatien isn't going to give up his dandy tastes in clothes easily, or wear one of these Phrygian caps. Or pay cash. Yes, he could grow used to this new name, since the dangers of aristocratic prefixes are visible all around him. How he blesses and curses the mob.
Their blessing was storming the crumbling Bastille, and freeing him and a handful of other ancien regime prisoners. Eleven years in that hole, all because of that fucking mother-in-law of mine! He'd like to see her roast slowly on a spit.
Their curse was for destroying several of his precious manuscripts, and carrying off others. The fruit of years of masturbating in dim light, consigning his dreams to parchment.
Wasted!
Well, to hell with writing for now. This was the hour of freedom, of liberty. There was no going back to the damned wife, and he was in no hurry to return to rural Provence.
What to do next on this new morning of freedom? A drink, some real food, and a fuck.
Ideally, Donatien wants to bugger a fat nun while she sucks the prodigious cock of a Turkish dwarf, and be simultaneously flogged bloody by a pair of naked twin sisters, no older than his beloved 'little girls.'
But he'll settle for what he can get, right now.
Specifically, he'll settle for a tumble with this tailor's young seamstress, who is quickly finishing some alterations to these new clothes.
The tailor leaves, and he says to her: "Be sure to make plenty of room for this," pulling open his ragged breeches and exposing his fat penis.
"Citoyen!" she protests.
"Don't get too excited, my dear. What is your name?"
"Celestine," she gasps, backing away.
"Ah, heavenly. Come, sweet girl, we must dally for a while. There's five gold pieces in it for you."
Her resolve wavers.
"Hoist your skirts, and kneel on the floor, like a she- donkey."
After a moment's pause, he does, exposing her ample white bottom to him. He takes up a length of leather strap, and begins to rub himself.
"We must warm your arse," he hisses.
"Sir! No!"
But he doesn't respond to the word 'no.' He begins strapping her, covering her buttocks with stripes. Then, he mounts her, clumsily, trusting to memory.
"We must round up a band of like-minded libertines, sweet Celestine. Fuck-hungry strumpets and sweet boys, horny goats and debauched torturers. Find a convent and make the nuns our playthings. You will be my accomplice, my Countess of Pain. Ah, what sweet pleasures await us!"
"No, Citoyen Sade! You mistake the temper of these times!"
"Not at all," he grunts.
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
Frank <sswitcher(at)yahoo(dot)com>
The background of real historical events makes for a highly effective little vignette, IMO. The tumultuous atmosphere of revolutionary Paris is convincingly portrayed. Our old friend the Marquis's ideal fantasy, and his behaviour with the seamstress also seem entirely plausible.
Pablo Stubbs <Pablo.Stubbs(at)newsguy(dot)com>
A story of De Sade fits very neatly with the first line, and this one is told with suitable perverse relish. Perhaps a problem is that so many of this author's characters sound the way De Sade does here that there's a sameness about him. He ought to be shocking, but is just slightly tedious. A deeper, more complex characterisation might have helped the story some. Is lust all there is to anyone?
Sarah Nada <circler73(at)hotmail(dot)com>
Historical fiction is no easy thing, especially when it centers around the lives of real people. On This New Morning of Freedom is set in 1789, shortly after the Marquis de Sade is released from the Bastille. He is clearly raring to go, although I seem to remember reading that his health was less than ideal just then. Whatever the case, the story includes a dose of broad-spectrum kink that ranges from spanking to sodomizing nuns.
I definitely found this an interesting, edgy read. The first line is effective but a little distracting in that it's so thoroughly associated with A Tale of Two Cities (which wasn't published until 1859).
Mary Catherine <marycatherine(at)saintfrancis-sfg(dot)net>
Nice, good-paced story, but I didn't quite get the feeling of this being de Sade. The character seemed a bit too clumsy and unpolished, though I guess the edge could come off after all those years in prison. This read more as if he was someone who wants be be de Sade, IMO at least.