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: Spooky
Synchronisity
By
Courtney <Courtenesca@aol.com>
Out of nowhere, the throbbing began.
Kirk felt palpitations in his right hand; tension building resulting in a glowing red sheen. Confused, he stared, wondering if last night he'd slammed his hand against a door, or maybe against a wall. His dreams were weird. Wild--though now he couldn't remember what they were...
Kirk flexed his fingers, rubbing his lifeline. A slow, strangely satisfying ache permeated his palm. He shrugged. Running behind schedule, he entered his office building.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Devra adjusted herself in the ladies room. Smoothing her skirt, a tenderness, a jolt of warmth, bled through from her bottom. Rocking, Dev grabbed the sink--almost bending over--an unseen force propelled eerily against her backside. Spanking...she was getting a spanking!
She was so surprised, she didn't fight. More concerned nobody was there with her, acute embarrassment blocked out the bizarre. Devra blinked, trying to avoid the smacks pelting downward. But she couldn't. A vise-like grip held her, her backside in prime position.
"Please, no..." Dev muttered hoarsely. Her skirt raised, her pantyhose lowered. The spanks intensified on her naked flesh; heat permeated her body. Dev's face was awash in color-her fanny would be matching crimson. She just knew it...
"Why? Why now?" Devra hung her head, falling resolutely under the spell.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
The meeting: 9:30am.
"Kirk, meet Devra Saunders. She'll be with you on this account. A real lady & ballbuster.
"Devra, this is our wunderkind, Kirk Messing. He's our 'go to' guy. Gets it done: whatever it takes. With both of you, we can't help but make this account a winner. There are no losers here, am I right?"
Devra studied the 'go to' guy. Strapping, like he might've rowed crew in college... But when they shook hands, she noticed a flushed palm; a slight wince when she gave him her trademark 'ballbuster' grip. A current went through her when their eyes connected. Her bottom twitched as if in sense memory of the event in the bathroom...
Kirk watched Devra take her seat, his gaze going inexorably to her ass. Something weird happened as their hands touched. Sensual...familiar. When her butt hit the chair, her body charged as if stoked by high voltage. She gleamed somehow...
Professionals. They completed the meeting doing what they did best: charm, brainstorm, offer proactive suggestions they could follow in their sleep. Their focus was elsewhere.
Dreams. Devra kept seeing Kirk starring in last night's fantasy. She watched him itch his palm; his glance falling on her whenever he did.
Kirk's observations were on target: Devra fidgeted. Not from nervousness. Tight nerves maybe, but from another source. She kept looking at his hands. He kept seeing her bare bottom bucking under their power.
What was this?
At the elevator: "Devra, we've gotta lot of...work. Wanna catch-up later?"
"Okay. You oughta' tend that hand. Looks...serious." Smiling.
"I can think of--other body parts--that need tending. Therapeutic heat can do wonders. So I've been told..."
"Funny. I was told the very same thing. Imagine..."
Imagine.
The End
© Copyright Summer, 2002
Reviews
Needy Wench <needywench(at)hotmail(dot)com>
Wow! This is incredibly well written! I love the way the two characters are apart, and then together - not exactly sure what happened, but fairly connected when their hands touch. You've done a great job with a few words!
RCG <rcg1574(at)yahoo(dot)com>
I think imagination is what separates the truly interesting people from the dull, humdrum professional ones. If we can't escape into the realm of the unreal sometimes, what point is there. What greater gift than to share those imaginings with others. Thank you for sharing this imaginative and entertaining story.
Owen Williamson <ashthorn(at)maildulf(dot)com>
Well, this was an interesting idea, though it hasn't worked here for me, I'm afraid. This could be a fun tale, if re-worked, and I really think it needs a bit more room to develop.