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
Nagasaki Son Amour
By
Mara Maharakshasa <MaraMahaRakshasa@aol.com>
It's O-bon, the day of ancestor worship, and Tomoko is in a skittish mood. Rick had just managed to calm her down from the third anniversary of the bombing, which had passed only six days earlier. It's only to be expected, he sighs inwardly.
She's living here, unharmed, while her mother and sister are both ill from radiation exposure. Living with a foreign devil, one of the race responsible for leveling most of this port city.
And probably feeling guilty about her status. Oh, I think of her as a future wife, but her neighbors think she's a concubine at best, a whore at worst. Sleeping with the conqueror to get better food.
"Did you visit your mother?" he asks diplomatically.
Tomoko is hard at work in the tiny kitchen. She's puzzled out ways to use all these mysterious western foods.
She's been shocked at the profligate amounts of beef and chicken the base PX dispenses.
"Yes," she says sadly. "Her skin ulcers are looking better, but she's still very sickly."
"And your sister?"
"Her hair is growing back. It looks a little better. And the scars are fading."
Tomoko had been ten miles out of town that day, over a ridge to the north. The second sunrise had amazed her, a survivor of the Tokyo firestorm. She'd raced back to the city, and suffered some poisoning as a result. But, she received rapid excellent treatment when it became known to Macarthur's first troops ashore that she was a translator.
The sizzling of the wok is intensifying. She'll be serving soon. Rick arranges the tatami mat, sets out some chopsticks. He finishes his scotch and soda, and pours some sake into a jug.
They eat in silence for a while, disturbed only by murmurs of appreciation. Finally, Rick decides to try to break her mood.
"Honey? I know I say this all the time, but I really regret August 9. It wasn't right."
"No, but it happened," Tomoko says firmly. "We cannot change it."
"I mean, it was a military target, because of the shipyard, but I'd have thought the Christian associations of the place would have affected the targeters.
"Catholic associations," Tomoko corrects, with a wry smile. "And they hit the cathedral, didn't they?"
Rick shrugs. "They hit everything."
Tomoko sips her sake. "Rick-san, you can't feel guilty.
You're a civilian contractor, compiling medical data. And Australian! What's done is done."
That night, they're curled up together in the narrow western bed, tired from talking, even more tired from lovemaking.
"Shall I cure your guilt?" Tomoko whispers.
"The neighbors complained last time, remember?"
"Then you must be very quiet!"
He's stretched out on the floor, a footstool under his hips to raise his backside. He's naked, Tomoko wears her prized black silk panties and bra. She clenches a thin bamboo cane in her hand ? so much quieter than the leather strap ? and begins to beat him, slowly, regularly, and hard.
His tears are not just from the searing pain.
The End
© This story is copyrighted (c) by Mara Maharakshasa, 2002. All rights are reserved by the author. Do not retransmit, store (except for personal use) or publish without permission.
Reviews
Needy Wench <needywench(at)hotmail(dot)com>
C'mon baby, let's do the twist! The story starts quietly, excellently building character in a place that memory and history holds clearly. And then, when you least expect it, she's beating him! One word for this one...wonderous!
Sarah Nada <circler73(at)hotmail(dot)com>
Like Mara's Holocaust story Rachel's Choice, Nagasaki Son Amour combines spanking with world events. The main characters are likable, and the conclusion is not what I would have expected.
Simon <srb(at)imrryr(dot)demon(dot)co(dot)uk>
With so many World War II stories being dominated by US revisionism and racism, it's a great relief to find one which deals with the issue honestly and compassionately. The setting is well explored, including its effect on the relationship of the two characters, and everything feels very real. There is a real sense of affection and tenderness, which is in contrast to a lot of this author's stories, and demonstrates a breadth and range in their writing. The character's were believable people with whom the reader can really empathise. There is a lot of good historical detail here, which is informative without being intrusive or lecturing.