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: Not my kink The bondage isn't my kink, nor is the torture, although it sounds like submissive-type fun. This story's setting is late August of 1981 in the U.S.A.
Tender Torture
By
The Crimson Kid <CrimsnKid6@aol.com>
I'm attempting a sinister impression on my nude boyfriend, Paul Royalton, but he grins up at me from the bed where he's supinely spreadeagled. Nylon stockings have his wrists and ankles tied at the cornerposts, giving him limited 'wiggle room' while a pillow cushions his head.
My focus flashes backward ten days, when he was likewise nakedly restrained on my bed--but in a prone position, with pillows starkly elevating his exposed asscheeks, in order to undergo an extended, extremely severe disciplinary sesssion which I'd then administered via numerous spanking implements. The stripes on his seat have finally faded, but the painful memory remains fresh.
Fortunately, this scenario is different...
"Ready for twenty-five minutes of torture?" I demand playfully, flourishing my less-than-fearsome implement--a soft, fluffy feather. "That long, Brittie?" His eyes twinkle.
"It's your twenty-fifth birthday," I explain, "So that's appropriate, I believe." I touch the feather to his nose tip, making him snort. "Then I'll release you for a more traditional birthday ceremony."
"More traditional?" His gaze falls on the flat-backed wooden hairbrush on my bedstand.
"You've got the idea, darling." I trace the feather lightly along his left bicep. "You'll go butt-naked over my lap for your birthday spanking with my hairbrush--twenty-five whacks, plus five to grow on."
"Five? It's supposed to be only one," he protests mildly.
"You're still immature, you'll need to grow a whole lot to satisfy me," I explain, "So it's five."
"That's thirty total..."
"...On each bumcheek." The feather dips into his armpit; he tries to twist away. "Each cheek turns twenty-five today, right?"
Paul groans smilingly. "Sixty total swats?"
I nod. "Sixty HARD smackers, sweetie." Reaching down, I set my alarm clock for twenty-five minutes from now. "If the tickling gets too intense, just say the safeword and I'll end the session."
His expression reflects suspicion. "What word?"
"Just say 'Second,' dear boy." My tone is smugly satisfied as I stroke the feather. "That means you're agreeing to a second bare-bottom birthday spanking, sixty with my racketball paddle, at bedtime tonight--it replaces the remainder of the tickling torture."
"I know what you'll do, Brittie," he states accusingly. "You'll keep tormenting me just to the breaking point with that fiendish feather, then slacking off, for twenty-four minutes."
"And then...?" I smirk knowingly.
"Knowing my sensitive spots, you'll make me surrender during the last minute of feather torture...So you'll get to have your cake and eat it too, tickle me to distraction and still owe me two birthday spankings." He smiles wryly. "Isn't that so, my dear?"
"Sounds good to me." The feather traces a line along his inner thigh as he shivers helplessly. "Isn't that exactly what you truly want, Paul?"
He nods, eyes flashing eagerly. "Yes, Brittie."
"Then that's what you'll get." I skim the feather's tip across his abdomen. "Whether I'm applying soft down or hard wood, today you'll squirm for me."
"Uhhhh!" He gasps, desperately arching upward.
I giggle, my fun just beginning. "Happy birthday, sweetheart..."
The End
© Copyright Summer, 2002
Reviews
John <johnb(at)ssec(dot)wisc(dot)edu>
The 'not my kink' category is harder than it sounds, since the point is to try to make the story good enough that the fact that it is not your kink is not evident in the text. The very highest form is to be able to write in such a way that someone for whom this is their kink would find it hot. I can't really judge the second point. Not my kink either. But as to the first, this one succeeds. The writer gets into it and follows it where it should go, and it works.
Owen Williamson <ashthorn(at)maildulf(dot)com>
Not particularly my style of doing things, though not far enough away that I can't empathise with some of it. A pleasant little tale, which I enjoyed. Compliments to the writer
Sarah Nada <circler73(at)hotmail(dot)com>
It's difficult to write stories for the Not My Kink category and make them hot, make them resonate with people who are kinked whichever way you're talking about. I think CK pulls it off very nicely in "Tender Torture".
(That particular brand of torture isn't my thing, but I do like bondage. And he writes that like a charm.)
The characters here are likable, and like each other. It's also a plus that the story features such a healthy dose of pre-spanking anticipation...