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 -- Repost
The Mike and Maddy stories from a.s.s. days may be remembered by some old timers here (Hi, Irish Red). It is not Kfr's Maddy, however, but someone else's that I have perversely expropriated in the story below. I posted a longer version of this a couple of years ago, but have cut it to 494 words for the SSC.
Maddy
By
The first time I caned Maddy, I stopped after the second stroke. When I had mentioned the cane, she had been fearful, but also curious. And wet. Now, she was gasping and writhing. I whispered how brave she had been, how beautiful -- her pale skin, the wispy red hair of her sex.
"Did it leave marks?"
"Yes, my love," I said. "Two straight lines."
She was silent, then began to weep.
"I'm sorry. I should never...."
"No it isn't that. But when you said...I was thinking again about the orphanage."
The small Paris orphanage in Paris. She had shown it to me on our last trip, a stone house near the Jardin du Luxembourg. Originally a mansion, then an orphanage, now an upscale brothel. The ivy, once neatly trimmed, now covered even the windows.
"I told you about Mlle C., you remember." I remembered. I imagined a gaunt, repressed figure in black, demanding but caring, shepherding her dozen charges through childhood and Paris. Rain or shine. "She never hit us -- oh well, sometimes un petit gifle, just to show that she was angry. But there was a man, a foreigner, who would come sometimes. Monsieur B. I think she called him Ludwig. Funny accent. German? Swiss? He would always ask if the girls had been well-behaved. Mlle C would try to defend us and not say much, but he was very powerful over her, and in the end she would tell him who had done what. Then he would spank one or two girls."
"You?"
"You know me, a redhead. I was always a little bit wild. And because I was the smallest, I could often get away with things. Monsieur B would take me over his lap, pull down my panties, and spank me -- or sometimes one of the other girls. We always knew that he was un salaud, how would you say this?"
"A dirty old man?"
"He must have been looking as much as spanking. He would rest his hand rest on a girl's bottom. How I hated those fat fingers. Then the blows would come faster and faster; and suddenly he would push the girl off his lap and walk quickly from the room, breathing heavily and calling for Mlle C. Then we girls would be alone for a while."
Maddy fell silent Her abundant red hair had fallen over her face. I pushed it back and kissed her teardamp, freckled cheeks. Then she smiled her wonderful smile, as though calling up this memory had freed her. She pulled me close to her, and soon we were kissing tenderly. I kissed her neck, her small, perfect breasts, the pink buds of her nipples. My mouth nuzzled downward, over her belly, the cup of her navel, to the triangle of downy, red hair and just above it, the faded scar, where years before, a doctor in a Paris hospital had cut into my darling to remove her plump, pink appendix.
The End
© Copyright Bird, 16 June 2003
Reviews
Kessily
Very interesting story, being caned currently, while remembering spankings from your childhood. I think this probably goes through a lot of people's minds while they are in scene. It's somewhat squicky to think of an adult authority figure spanking kids for his own sexual gratification, though it was very well written and it captures the attention.
Don A. Landhill <dlandhill(at)aol(dot)com>
This was a very nice story indeed. It was quite poignant on its own -- the image of a young girl punished, not completely unfairly, but not quite justly either, and the "dirty old man" getting off on her punishment, contrasted with her enjoyment of consensual spanking as an adult worked nicely indeed.
But when I realized just which "Maddy", or should I say "Madeline" had reviewed two straight lines on her bum, and why those words had triggered her memory, and who the "old man" was, I burst out laughing. I will never quite be able to read that children's story the same way again (and I have an Honorary Niece who likes me to read it, too).
Perhaps this should have gone into Parody, or even fan-fiction. In any case, thank you a lot.
Lori <peachesicu(at)aol(dot)com>
I enjoyed this story's beginning and middle. I enjoyed that I was made to wonder just what Ludwig and Mlle C. were doing as the little ones were left alone for awhile.
The ending I felt was, not good, it gave me information that was totally new and had nothing to do, as far as I could tell, with the base of the story at all. Why even bring up a scar for an appendix operations? The ending left me frowning in wonder.