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
Three Black Cats
By
She is standing by the large, open window, petting that vicious black Persian she calls a pet. The cat is batting lazily at her pony tail as it bobs next to her tail bone. Her oiled coal black skin glistens in the moon light. I risked a glance. If she took a step back into the shadows, she would be undetectable. There are only two things blacker than her skin, her eyes and her heart.
I am shivering. The moonlight provides little warmth here on the floor. But soon, if it pleases her, she will provide me with fire. Regardless, I know better than to complain.
"Come here."
Two simple whispered words, and the chill is forgotten. I crawl as quickly as I can to her feet. I am rewarded with a disdainful kick, and a hiss of warning from the Persian. I hate you too, cat. The Mistress should be petting me!
"Stand in front of the window facing the courtyard, with your hands on your head."
"But someone might..."
Smack!
"Now!"
I am so ashamed! It is the first time she has ever had to raise her voice to me. What was I thinking?
Her sharpened fingernail is teasing my left nipple. She is tracing a line across my chest. I steel myself as she meanders towards the armpit. I know that if I flinch, things will go badly for me.
She has withdrawn, even quieter than the damn Persian. The only sounds I can hear are my heart, and the night insects. I am shivering again.
WHHHT! She is back, as I knew she would be. She has exchanged the Persian for a long, braided nine-tailed variety. WHHT! WHHT! WHHT!
Concentrate! Four times nine is thirty-six. Five times nine is forty-five, and forty-five is the number of degrees that I have risen in the first five lashes. WHHT! WHHT! WHHT! Ninety degrees and holding firm! WHHT! WHHT! WHHT!
"Spread your legs!"
WHHT! WHHT! WHHT!
"Aaaaaaahhh!"
"Silence!"
WHHT! WHHT! WHHT!
Mercy! No more between the legs! Eighteen times nine is one hundred sixty-two. Nineteen times nine is one hundred seventy-one. Twenty times nine is, Christ! Headlights! Someone is turning into the courtyard! And I am about to, to....
"Don't even think of coming!"
WHHT! WHHT! WHHT!
Now what? God no! She is teasing my anus with her fingernail. I must not clench! WHHT! WHHT! WHHT!
"When I count down from three, you may come. Three."
WHHT!
"Two."
WHHT!
"Make sure you clear the window sill, or you will have to lick it up. One."
WHHT!
"One half."
WHHT! WHHT! WHHT! WHHT!
"Now!"
Perhaps, in the morning, it will be mistaken for pigeon droppings.
The End
EXPLANATORY BLAZONMENT-- As those of you who have tried to pare your corporal punishment sequels to War and Peace down to a mere 500 words for the SSC know, it can be extremely trying to set the stage and still leave any room for character development. That is why the category of Not-My-Kink particularly appealed to me. I liked the additional challenge of populating a scene with characters that were entirely alien to my thinking (alien as in strange, different, or peculiar as opposed to sentient phasmids or autobos with whom I share a natural affinity).
The first problem, of course, was to define the term kink within the context of the SSC. The World Book Dictionary, 1971 edition, defines the word kink, in part, as «a mental twist; queer idea; odd notion; eccentricity; whim». I know some people who actually admit to voting Republican, which to my thinking, squarely falls within the aforesaid definition, and which constitutes a legitimate premise for a prolonged trip to the woodshed. Further, although the kink is presumptively sexual in nature (clue--soc.sexuality.spanking), mere sexual kinks (such as tupping) clearly are not intended. Since the SSC relates to corporal punishment, presumptively the kink must in some manner relate to corporal punishment. But I consider corporal punishment between consenting (or otherwise depending on the circumstances) adults to be perfectly natural. Therefore, since the application of corporal punishment is not aberrant, the kink aspect must apply in some manner to the adherents.
To date, I have posted over eighty posts in which I have velitated, versified, and resorted to veried verbal verneukery. I have chastised a wide diapason of miscreants from the mythical to the misogynous. I have travelled through time and to other worlds in my relentless pursuit of gluteal rubefaction. Yet nowhere in any of these works is there a single depiction of M/M chastisement! There it was, Gentlefolk, the missing kink!
Having identified the kink, all I needed to do was to write a story. I just had to put a few simple words down on the subject. It was a simple matter. You know, set the scene, pull out a couple of characters, and go for it! Just write! Come on. M/M is the same as M/F, F/M, or F/F, only different. The bad boy still has two buttocks like every one else (except the three- buttocked beauties of Arselon III, VII and IX--see Heatbringer posted 4/12/02). Unfortunately, dear reader, this particular kink was identified on a day when Erato, Euterpe and Calliope were all on vacation. The great M/M inaugaral tale was postponed indefinitely.
Well, it was back to step one, identifying that subset of corporal punishment related kinks that are not mine. I ruled out corporal punishment of children. While I have no problems with adult role play (see The Snallygaster series), I do not consider the depiction of corporal punishment of children as an appropriate topic for erotica.
When in doubt, turn to Pope. "Know then thyself." By day I am center left civil libertarian. But at night, particularly in the bedroom, I am an unapologetic, chauvinistic, controlling male top. Although I do not mind losing an occasional high stakes game of cribbage, scrabble or backgammon, I still tend to top from below when I lose. So what is it that is totally alien to my thinking? FemDom! I cannot envision myself ceding control to a mistress (the concept of a master will have to wait for another day). And certainly, if the unthinkable was to occur and I was to transfer dominion over to a mistress, rest assured that there would be no surveillance of any kind, be it manual, electronic, extra sensory, or otherwise! Hence, Three Black Cats, supra.
© Copyright by BCC, July 17, 2002
Reviews
Margaret <wessyLA(at)aol(dot)com>
I enjoyed this story a lot. You have a knack for sketching out enough of the characters' history to allow the reader to fill in the gaps. Thank you for sending this along.
Pam <pamiMac(at)aol(dot)com>
I love BCC's writing. And although this too is not my kink it is quite well written. I do have to say that the information AFTER the story is fascinating too. Interesting treatese on writing and kinks and non-kinks. I just enjoy BCC's stories.
Dyke Grrl <dyke.grrl(at)verizon(dot)net>
This is a very visual story--I can see the characters, and their surroundings. I like the description, and the fear/arousal you show in the narrator.
Simon <srb(at)imrryr(dot)demon(dot)co(dot)uk>
For something which is not the author's kink, this is a particularly effective story. The descriptions of the character's thoughts are well expressed, and convey the sense of tension very well. The title is a particularly clever one, and links nicely to the story.