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
Whispering Hush
By
Adrian Turtle <adrian_turtle@hotmail.com>
In the great green room, there was a telephone and a red balloon. Neither of them was wearing anything made of black leather, and there was nothing in sight that looked like it was intended to make consenting adults squirm and whimper. All that had been left behind at the party, or packed in the toy chest at the foot of the bed. Some of it might have been hidden in the high platform of the bed itself, but the boy in flannel pajamas only noticed that his bare feet dangled inches away from the green carpet.
Hanging up the phone made an ominous click. "You know you need to be punished at home, whenever youre punished at school." He knew. His bottom clenched, feeling the welts. The caning hadnt broken him. Hed been strong enough not to beg, not to cry like a baby. When he stepped off the stage, his fury at the injustice had crushed down to sullen resentment.
He reached for the anger that made helplessness tolerable. He drummed his heels against the side of the bed and started the formal ritual -- his ritual. "But its not FAIR! That teacher paddled me when I hadnt even done anything wrong -- and when I tried to defend myself he caned me." The adrenaline surge of righteous indignation made him feel strong and brave, maybe even heroic.
The man with a hairbrush in his hand didnt want to spank a hero. He took the boy over his knee and whispered, "Hush. It doesnt matter if its fair. I know youre good." The soft flannel came down, and big callused hands rubbed the bruised and welted skin. "Im going to spank you anyhow, and youre going to take it. Because you are my little bunny." The boy whimpered. Vulnerability is so much harder for beloved little bunnies than for indignant young martyrs.
He squirmed uncomfortably, even though he was only being rubbed and petted. So far. He shook his head with insistent refusal, and got his bare bottom smacked. "I dont care whether or not you deserved to be caned in the first place. Youre my good boy no matter what you do." There was a soft whine out of time with the slaps to his sore backside. "But when youre caned at school, you have an obligation to cooperate with the caning, rather than embarrassing me with such outrageous bad manners. And, regardless of whether you cooperate or not, Im going to spank you at home after youre punished at school."
Soon, the boy was choking on sobs, writhing over his partners lap. A pause for more petting and comforting whispers. "Its only because of your resistance to the school caning that Im going to use the hairbrush so extensively now. Hush. If this were a normal punishment, Id just let you cry yourself to sleep after this handspanking. Youre not just going to apologize, youre going to beg. And then well keep going until Im satisfied."
The End
© Copyright Summer, 2002
Reviews
Haron <haron(at)newsguy(dot)com>
This story has a quiet, tender quality to it that is really touching. Several phrases in particular make it more tangibly real: "The man with a hairbrush in his hand didnt want to spank a hero"; "Vulnerability is so much harder for beloved little bunnies than for indignant young martyrs." - good job.
Dyke Grrl <dyke.grrl(at)verizon(dot)net>
I'm never going to think of bedtime stories in the same tone again. I like the caring atmosphere between the two characters, and the visual sense from the initial descriptions.
Simon <srb(at)imrryr(dot)demon(dot)co(dot)uk>
An excellent story with some very effective imagery and dialogue. I was particularly impressed by the line about vulnerability being harder for bunnies than martyrs, that was extremely evocative. It compressed a whole set of images and ideas into one perfectly concise phrase. In fact the use of language is consistently impressive throughout the story. The fact that this is an exchange between two adults is clear, but the way in which they stay inside their headspace, the boy in particular, is very good.
Kate <ecattiva(at)aol(dot)com>
Very good evocation of emotions; the transition from "the brave martyr" to the "bunny" captures the transition from brattiness to acceptance of what is to come very well. The opening line is a great attention-getter and gives the reader a real sense of atmosphere. The story draws you into it - you can practically feel the flannel PJs and bare feet banging against the bed.