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
Of Thugs & Plugs
By
Mara Maharakshasa <MaraMahaRakshasa@aol.com>
Helen had only lately begun exploring the erotic possibilities of her anus. She'd been intrigued by references to this pleasure in books, and remembered with excitement some gentle touches and caresses by Jane, her absent lover. She remembered pulling away in alarm, and being comforted to remain still and let Jane tickle her there, feeling herself blush hotly.
Why she'd come to this disco, she isn't sure. An evening out in Brighton, some fun with the girls, who were all dancing by now. Helen sips her wine, feeling the plug snugly tucked in her ass, and gives it a little squeeze.
"You're not from round 'ere, eh?" a shaven-headed thug says, eyeing her.
"No, London."
"Wish they wouldn't play this fuckin' techno stuff," he continues. "I wanna hear the old stuff. The 'Oo, Small Faces, soul music, reggae, when I go out."
Older than he looks, she decides.
"Was that so good, then?"
"What? The best. Mod music. Had a point to it."
He has a lager in his hand.
"I'd have thought you liked Oi, thrash, that kind of stuff," she says, raising her eyebrows. "Aren't all you old skinheads like, National Front supporters?"
"Fuck that!" he laughs. "Wouldn't chat up a bird like you if I was, would I?"
Yes, she thought. I am conspicuously Jewish, with this long curling black hair, the nose, whatever.
"Wanna dance, anyway?" he asks.
Yes, why not?
She tells herself it's not the wine. But beneath this loutish exterior, John is quite intelligent. A web designer, not a bricklayer.
She's not sure why, but they leave the deafening inferno, and walk a few blocks. He kisses her, starts to grope a little.
Back at his communal apartment, in his tiny bedroom, she lets him undress her. It's a seaside romance, she tells herself. I won't catch anything.
As he strokes her, quite considerately warming her up, his brow furrows.
"Hey, what's this?"
She blushes, and confesses: "It's an anal plug."
"Blimey!" he replies. "Why?"
"I just kind of like the feeling."
"I knew a bird once wore them love beads on a string, up her wotsit. Dropped 'em in the middle of the pub, laughing too hard at a joke!"
"How embarrassing!"
"So you like it up the bum, then?"
"I, well, I don't know..."
"Well, then..." He rolls her over and straddles her. "We'll see, won't we?"
After, she feels excited, but shabby. He's panting.
"Girl with dirty 'abits like you, deserves a bloody good spanking, I'd say," he tells her, a glint in his eye.
"Oh," she protests weakly. But she's over his knees, and he begins to slap her, very hard. Maybe that web design story was a lie, it occurs to her.
She stifles her sobs in the pillow, yet finds herself getting more aroused. Then to her amazement, coming.
She could have stayed, but the late train home seems wiser. As she lightly dozes, she thinks, oh yes, that's something I want Jane to do to me...
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
Louise <louise(at)nunn58(dot)freeserve(dot)co(dot)uk>
This story took me a little by surprise, but I really enjoyed it. I liked the male character especially, and the exploration of what was new for the female character. I also enjoyed the idea that the experience would be shared with her partner.
Nice, raunchy, and exciting!
RCG <rcg1574(at)yahoo(dot)com>
What period?
Where is it going?
Is it about finding self?
Exploring sexuality?
MollyB <mollyb(at)newsguy(dot)com>
Fairly well-drawn thug, unconvincing plug. Not a bad first line.
Steve <steve(at)circuslights(dot)com>
Well written, well structured. I liked this one a lot.