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: Period
Bells Are Chiming For Victory
By
Mara Maharakshasa <MaraMahaRakshasa@aol.com>
A hectic, euphoric day winds to a close. They'd watched the parades, rushed to Buckingham Palace to cheer the Royal family and Churchill, caught up in the swirl of ecstatic Londoners.
"So, what now?" she'd asked, flirting.
"Me? I don't know. I'm getting a bit weary of the spy game. Perhaps I'll resign my commission and go work for the Sunday Times. Kemsley has suggested it, you know?"
"I didn't mean that," she'd grinned.
They'd woven their way back to her tiny apartment, stepping over supine drunks, braving the rowdy crowds outside every street corner pub.
Sonja tosses her jacket on the sofa, and pours them both a whisky. Not the first, or even the fifth, of the day. "It's so hard to believe it's all over," she sighs.
"Apart from the Japs, yes," he murmurs, "and there's always the Russians to worry about next."
"Do you think so?" she asks, putting her arms around him and drawing him tight to her.
"Probably," he says, then kisses her hungrily. "Why don't you take your clothes off?"
"That's what I've been thinking of, for hours," she sighs.
He sips his whisky as she unbuttons her blouse, lets her skirt fall.
"Things will be quite different from now on," he muses.
"For us?" she asks, nervously smiling.
"For the whole world. We'll see all kind of changes. A new government. People are hungry for peace, for prosperity. And freedom, more than anything else."
"They'll all want cars and washing machines like the Americans? How romantic," she chuckles. She's unfastening her precious nylons, rolling them down carefully.
"That, sure. And much more. I think there'll be big changes in people's manners, too. Women will be more assertive, more promiscuous."
"Like me?" she teases, unfastening her bra, showing her firm round breasts, nipples dark and hard.
"Yes, they'll be sluts like you, darling," he growls. "Shameless, brazen. Hungry. But I see a day coming when we'll see women like you posing naked in magazines. And the filthiest books being published. The sort you collect, Sonja..."
Her eyes widen. "Really? Like this?" She lets her panties fall, and twirls seductively.
"Yes, exactly. Showing cunt hair, opening their legs. Touching themselves. It's only a matter of time."
"I'd love to see that," she breathes. "Men, too?"
"Maybe. Now, come over here. Across my lap, you naughty girl"
She bites her lip, and hurries to him. "Not too hard, Ian."
"Nonsense. You like it when I make your bottom glow." He's stroking her backside, parting her cheeks, enjoying her nervousness.
"Are you going to tie me up later?" she whispers.
"That's what you want, isn't it?" he replies, smacking her hard. "To be tied up with your legs apart, for a good long dirty fuck?"
"Yes!" she replies, her body quivering. He is spanking her steadily now, reddening her buttocks. There are tears in her eyes, but she's grinding her hips on his lap, feeling his cock hardening. "Torture me."
"It'll be a pleasure," he drawls.
The End
© This story is copyrighted (c) by Mara Mahahrakshasa, 2002. All rights are reserved by the author. Do not retransmit, store (except for personal use) or publish without permission.
Reviews
Abrat4you <abrat4you(at)aol(dot)com>
Well, I'm lost on this one...I just kept waiting for something to happen...and it didn't...Patty
Pablo Stubbs <Pablo.Stubbs(at)newsguy(dot)com>
There's a falseness here which doesn't help the story. The setting is nicely, efficiently evoked - though some of the period dialogue is either scarcely period or too archly knowing - but then the slide into talking dirty loses all sense of period, such that it falls away like a theatre set, leaving nothing but the actors fucking in a vacuum, and the setting having been a thin pretext for the same-old, same-old.
Sarah Nada <circler73(at)hotmail(dot)com>
When I first started reading this story, I thought it was set during the Queen's recent Golden Jubilee. Of course the reference to Churchill soon set me straight. <g>
I like the breezy tone of Bells Are Chiming for Victory, and think the male character's predictions about the future are pretty funny. But the part that really works for me is, well, the dirty part. The last part. Because I think it's hot.
Frank <sswitcher(at)yahoo(dot)com>
Wow, this progressive couple certainly waste no time in ushering in a more liberated post-war era!
Although there was much that I liked in this piece, the early socio-political dialog had IMO a somewhat artificial feel to it, and the transition to the steamy eroticism of the ending was not entirely convincing. Finally, the change in tense at the end of the fifth paragraph is distracting and unnecessary - I feel the flow of the narrative could be improved by using the simple past tense throughout.