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
When She Looked At Me
By
I knew she was angry by the way she looked at me, and I knew she was furious by the awful silence that followed my comment. Just once I would like my brain to precede my mouth and not the other way around. How many times must I see that look...hear that awful silence before I learn to think before speaking...why...why must I always lash out in anger...not thinking of how it must sound to someone else.... Well...now... now I've done it.
She just stared at me...stared daggers straight through me that left little tiny fissions in my brain...slowly...with great care she drew in a deep breath...probably to calm herself down before she killed me...her eyes spoke volumes...screaming louder than any voice box ever could...conveying the message without once uttering a sound....
I, being the silly child that I am, just continued to stare back...afraid to move or even breathe for fear it would break the fragile calm that precedes even the fiercest storms...the staring just continued for what felt like hours and hours, even though I knew a scant few seconds had actually passed.
It crossed my mind to drop to my knees...beg her forgiveness...offer anything...anything at all that might wipe that look off her face...I hate that look...that look is capable of turning me into a blubbering child...that look that I dread...I dread mostly because I know what follows that look....
She just continued to stare...not saying a word but at the same time saying a lot...I finally came to my senses...ran into the other room...came back with the viper...I knew what she had wanted...had always known what she wanted...I knew what she had been waiting for, but fear...fear of what was to come had kept me standing in place.... I handed her the viper and ran to the corner pulling down my pants as I went...slowly, slowly I wiped the tears from eyes...soon...soon now I would be forgiven....
The End
© Copyright Bethcurfew@aol.com, 23 June 2003
Reviews
Don A. Landhill <dlandhill(at)aol(dot)com>
The line «How many times must I see that look...hear that awful silence before I learn to think before speaking....» brought back so many memories of my own version of foot-in-mouth disease. I guess we all have them.
It doesn't matter here what was said wrong, we are only dealing with the reaction to his error, what ever it was. The concluding «...soon now I would be forgiven....» ties it all up neatly. A moment well captured.
Lori <peachesicu(at)aol(dot)com>
Anticipation is a big part of a punishment spanking for all subbies and bottoms. This story expressed that, Oh Crap! feeling, very well. Though we jump over the spanking the author gives us the aftermath anticipation we punishment receivers relish, forgiveness.
Rosa
What a wonderful piece! I could feel the whole scene. The use of ellipses marked the time and tension very effectively! Please keep writing!