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
When I Was Cruel
By
Mara Maharakshasa <MaraMahaRakshasa@aol.com>
From the Lido, the sun is setting in a blaze over Venice. The wedding party is in full swing now, in the ballroom and on the terrace of the hotel. The gilded crowd is all here: Fellini, Mastroianni, Loren, American aficionados, minor starlets and heartthrobs. And the captains of industry, the bankers, the distributors, the advertising geniuses. Plus a horde of second wives, third wives, ex-wives, and gold-diggers. It's hard to figure out who has not fucked whom.
I'm sipping champagne, having spotted my target. She'd been selling speedboats at a tradeshow when I met her. She's tiny, blonde, seductive, and for me, exotic: Australian, and clearly someone who may share my interests. She recognizes me from before, and we start to talk. I don't think she knows many others here; she'd arrived with two lesbians from the Milan office of a design company.
"Who's that, there?" she asks.
"Carmelita? She's Spanish. She was in 'Bonnes Baissers,' a couple of years ago."
"She seems kinda tipsy..."
"Yes, it's probably jealousy. She was very keen on Udo," I reply, indicating the bridegroom.
"He is gorgeous..."
"Well, the new wife is in for a surprise tonight," I chuckle. "Several of the exes are studiously ignoring her. And I bet they haven't given anything away..."
"About what?"
"Oh, his little predilection ... she'll find out when he starts unpacking the suitcases."
"Does he dress up in women's clothes!?" she asks, alarmed.
"Oh, no. An Italian? He's much more conventional. But he does like to spank women. He's notorious, among those who know."
"And you think she doesn't?"
"Not the extent that he enjoys it, no. I hope she's in the mood for the leash, the gag and the chains. Not to mention enough lines on her backside for a biblical epic ..."
"Oh!" Her startled expression gives way to a frown. "How are you so sure?"
"His second wife and I were good friends, as they say. She, as it happens, developed quite a taste for the strap."
"Really? And, how did you react to that?"
"I stripped her and gave her a thorough thrashing, every chance I got," I smile, gallantly. "It's wrong to disappoint lovers, isn't it?"
She eyes me thoughtfully, nodding. "Why do women like to be beaten?"
"I'm not a psychotherapist, I only write scripts," I tell her. "But there are a dozen women in this room that you could go and ask."
"Really?"
"Take my word for it! So, you have never considered it, yourself?" I press.
"Well, in a way. I don't know. I'm a bit confused. I like a lover to be in charge, but I'm not sure if..."
"Were you ever spanked as a child? Caned at school?"
"Yes, often." She blushes.
"And...wasn't it subtly enjoyable? There's only one way to find out, Anne. That's to try it."
"Are you suggesting ...?"
I nod. "Shall we go upstairs, for a while? I have a suitcase, too."
She bites her lip. "Okay. Another drink first, though."
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
Anne <Ladyanne60(at)aol(dot)com>
The Title says it all. Such cruelty as the script writer is cleverly telling a blatant lie in Venice of all places, to get Anne to submit to his unusual desires. A beautiful setting for such a romantic entanglement. Well written, as HE nearly had me fooled. There is some hesitancy as the young Aussie ponders her situation over another drink. She may get much more than she bargained for.
John <johnb(at)ssec(dot)wisc(dot)edu>
A short-short must use its small store of words quite carefully, sketching quickly. A crowd of bored rich people and their pretty sycophants. A crowd bored by conventional morality, where depravity was normal. All done quickly but deftly, the use of the present tense adding to the sense of haste. The seduction scene itself is done in dialog, which helps to keep the word-count down. Good job.
The mood and the setting are the best part, actually. I might have liked a bit more conflict. A bit more difficulty on the part of the seducter, a bit of reluctance on the victim, a bit more sense of struggle, either between the characters or within the girl. But then the format may have precluded that.
But the story works. It makes the reader want to follow them into that bedroom. Which is, of course, the point.
Simon <srb(at)imrryr(dot)demon(dot)co(dot)uk>
An interesting piece, which sets its scene well with some very effective descriptions of a society wedding party. The idea of everyone knowing what was coming except the wife herself was a good one, and fitted with the kind of bitchyness one associates with these events.
Steve <steve(at)circuslights(dot)com>
Good build up.... quite well written... had me wanting more. But, didn't quite succeed.