This short story is an entry in the 2003 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: Adult
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We lay side by side on the bed.
"Don't!" she said, "We're supposed to be going out this afternoon." But the first flush of a teenage encounter with an older woman was too strong. I started to fondle her breasts again.
"No!"
"Oh stop being silly!" I gave her a playful swat over her jeans. She smacked me somewhat harder. I smacked her harder still. I'd fantasised about this kind of thing since my first wet dream. The exchange continued for a few minutes. I looked into her eyes. I started to unbuckle her belt. "Uh-oh!" She made no move to stop me as I drew the belt through the loops.
I think she expected me to take her jeans down, but instead I doubled the belt over and began to beat her with it. She tried to carry on spanking me with her hand, but my advantage was too great. She grabbed for the belt. Mistake. As I moved the belt away from her she had to lean over me to catch it, and with a quick twist she was over my lap. The belt, having been switched to my right hand, began to fall in earnest.
After a few minutes she finally managed to grab the belt, and as we struggled she fell onto the floor with me on top, holding the end of the belt in one hand, and her free hand in the other. Breathing deeply we looked at each other.
Suddenly she stopped struggling. "If you can't control your breathing we probably won't get out this afternoon you know."
For a moment I was puzzled. Then I realised that my rib cage was pressing into her groin. I couldn't help it. I laughed.
"Oh sod it!" We weren't going out.
Five minutes later she lay, naked, on the bed. Her buttocks had a slight glow from our earlier exertions, but they were about to turn a deeper red. She had confessed that being beaten turned her on. What followed confirmed her admission. Half of my earliest sexual fantasies were turned into reality.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
As we lay in the afterglow I looked into her eyes. "I'm almost afraid to go to sleep," I said.
"Why?"
"I might wake up to find myself tied to the bed with your stockings, and you kneeling over me with the belt ready."
"No! I'd never do that to someone who wasn't into it!"
Muttering, "Some people can't take a hint."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
I put on my best innocent expression. "Nothing."
The second half of my fantasy was about to be fulfilled.
The End
© Copyright Sem, 12 June 2003
Reviews:
RCG <rcg1574(at)yahoo(dot)com>
Your description of the struggle creates quite a vivid image. I'm not quite sure however, whether it is supposed to be funny or pathetic, neither or both.
The obvious question of the other half is answered cleverly in the final paragraph. At the same time, you could probably be more effective with your words. When 500 words is the maximum, every sentence has to say more than just what is happening.
As story about a teenage encounter with an older woman this theme could have been played out a little more.
Trisha Allen <trishaallen(at)mindspring(dot)com>
Great dialogue and characterization. It flowed freely, making it easy to read and follow. With the author's descriptions we was able to enter the characters life fantasies. Feeling their emotions. Quickly find a way to transform her into his desired position, over his knee. Great entry!
Sassy Jo <sassy_jolene(at)hotmail(dot)com>
An interesting read. I found myself eager to continue throughout the entire story. I was a little sad when it stopped. The originality was great to me. I see so few switch stories.
The story itself needs a little work with imagery, but I get the point. Overall, I enjoyed this piece.