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
Wild In Fremantle
By
Mara Maharakshasa <MaraMahaRakshasa@aol.com>
The shore patrol gives submariners plenty of leeway in their carousing. But they watch Lieutenant Harris with suspicion.
He's weaving down the Fremantle street, singing. A fiery headed Bostonian, he's out for fun.
After the Philippines fell, the subs regrouped on Pearl Harbor and Fremantle in Western Australia as their main bases. Fremantle quickly developed a 'Wild West' reputation, a warren of bars, a place where anything goes. Harris heads for Raoul's Place, favored by officers. It's where the best tarts are found. Not the hookers, the enthusiastic amateurs.
Alice likes him, she decides. Even if he is a typical boastful Yank. He's telling her: "Is it going well? Ha! We're giving the Japs a spanking!" She's a young nurse, in her twenties, just in from New South Wales, with quiet upbringing. Now, this is what she calls living. A glass of gin, Camels to smoke, tough young swashbucklers pursuing her.
"It must be so difficult to hit their ships," she offers. Harris snorts: "Yeah, it teaches you patience, for sure. But, we do. See, there are ways." He's maneuvering his hands in mid- air. "Submerged, we can't go as fast. So we let 'em go by, and then, 'up periscope,' and ? pow! ? we fire our fish down the wake, into their stern. We call it 'up the skirt,' ha ha!" She giggles. 'Spanking' them? 'Up their skirts'? What a racy way of speaking.
"And then, we have to watch for escorts. They're everywhere! Charging down on us, trying to ram. Blazing away, dropping depth charges."
"Oh! That must be scary!"
"Yes," he smiles, "but we usually pause before crashdiving and evading. And try to shoot one right down their throat!"
She wriggles in her seat. She's thinking: I'd like his torpedo down my throat, or up my skirt. Even a spanking. She leans over and whispers in his ear, politely paraphrasing this urge to him, then smiles sweetly.
"Really?" he grins. "Happy to oblige, ma'am! But, listen, one more drink first. I've got a terrible thirst."
It turns out to be two more drinks, he's got Irish blood.
But soon they hurry away, hugging in the back of the rickety taxicab as it speeds through the dusk to her bungalow at the edge of town. Her friends will all be working tonight, she knows.
Harris pays the driver, and follows her indoors.
"You can't imagine how horny we get, on a sub for weeks at a time," he breathes in her ear, undressing her.
"Oh, I can," she says. He's not her first, and she knows horniness first hand, from teenage years at the remote family sheep farm.
"You're gorgeous! You really want me to spank you?" he asks, picking up a belt.
"Yes, if you want your torpedo to have a nice wet tube to slide in," she giggles.
He's dropped his pants, and she's staring at it hungrily.
He's praying it'll work better than the useless duds they're firing on every mission. Spanking her will help him, too.
The End
© Copyright Wild In Fremantle
Reviews
Pablo Stubbs <Pablo.Stubbs(at)newsguy(dot)com>
Effort spent constructing the setting here is completely wasted, since the characters could be anywhere, at pretty much any time. Directing the effort towards greater depth and subtlety of character would be a good thing. A little plot too, perhaps. Two people talking dirty in an exotic location doesn't on its own make a story, and there's nothing more than that here.
Anne <Ladyanne60(at)aol(dot)com>
This was a wonderful World War 2 classic. A bragging seaman, with a flirtatious desirable girl in port. Superb and witty sexual references between Harris's exaggerated duties at sea, and her own innermost desires. I chortled at many of them.
Simon <srb(at)imrryr(dot)demon(dot)co(dot)uk>
Submarine warfare as a metaphor for sex, or indeed vice versa, is certainly an unusual idea. Most of the author's usual themes occur here, but this is a slightly lighter twist on them all.