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
This story's setting is on Independence Day in 2003 at a neighborhood cookout and pool party in the U.S.A
Word Play
By
Crimson Kid <CrimsnKid6@aol.com>
I heard Charisma's footsteps as she reentered the upstairs bedroom.
"My, sweetie," she announced, "You look childishly cute facing bare-bottomed into that corner, but your fanny's glowing awfully red. Does it still smart a little?"
I stifled a sarcastic reply, figuring that one lengthy leathering with her wicked belt was enough for that afternoon.
"It stings like crazy, ma'am."
"So it didn't cool off much during your corner time, hmmm?" She paused. "You could take a dip now...."
"Yes, please...ma'am." .I gingerly pulled up my swimsuit from half-mast position.
"Let's go back and enjoy the party, Hasimir." My darling wife chuckled. "You can have fun guessing what I told my girlfriends about our...marital encounter...up here."
I gulped nervously."You certainly didn't tell them...?"
She tittered girlishly. "That's for me to know and you to find out -- if you can."
As we walked downstairs then outside, I tried to convince myself that Charisma was teasing me. She wouldn't really have informed any of her half-dozen close friends what our serious talk had actually entailed, would she?
Marcia and Jackie, both in revealing bikinis, encountered me on the patio.
"Hi, Hasimir," Marcia greeted me, "Is everything okay?"
"Fine," I murmured.
"Did you two get to the seat of your problem?" Jackie asked brightly.
I nodded wordlessly.
"You're blushing, Hasimir," Marcia noted slyly. "Your cheeks are quite crimson, honeybun."
"Let's hope you put your reflection time , as Charisma called it, to good use." Jackie smiled. "You sounded pretty self-righteous toward her before, but nobody has a corner on virtue, do they?"
"No, ma--uh, Jackie." I managed to slip away then.
The rest of the afternoon, I couldn't be sure....
Louella considerately handed me a towel after my swim.
"Cooled off now, Hasimir? Things between you and Charisma got pretty heated, didn't they?"
I nodded tersely. "We're fine, thanks."
She seemed amused. "If everything's resolved, that's the bottom line."
Ramona grilled me a couple burgers.
"Need your buns toasted?" She flicked her spatula at the hamburger rolls on my plate.
"No, thanks." I struggled to look calm. "Nice party, Ramona."
She shrugged nonchalantly. "Nothing compared to that dinner at your house -- I simply adore Charisma's rump roast."
Lorraine giggled as I sat down at the picnic table, wincing slightly.
"How was your trip to the woodshed? Charisma looked pretty upset with you."
"We worked it out," I stated simply.
"So it's all behind you now?" Her eyes twinkled.
Delta motioned toward a poolside lounge chair.
"Ready for a little tanning, Hasimir?"
"Huh?" I flinched.
"I'm going to catch some rays myself." She began applying sunblock to her bikini-clad form. "Your wife's a great doubles partner -- she's got a forehand swing that really delivers. We were whipping ass on the court yesterday."
Before we left, our anniversary presents were displayed.
"It's sharp-looking for a Timex." Charisma indicated my wristwatch. "«Takes a lickin' and keeps on tickin'», as they say."
"That's a snappy wide leather belt," Marcia gushed to my spouse, "Attractive but utilitarian too. You just got it?"
Charisma grinned impishly. "Brand spanking new...."
The End
© Copyright Crimson Kid, 26 June 2003
Reviews
Jessie
Though I got a kick out of the number of euphemisms for spanking that appeared, I was more distracted by the edginess of being outed by a trusted partner. The light, teasing language was all the more cruel under the circumstances. Good edge piece. The transitions in the story could be smoother; the movement through the afternoon is a bit choppy, more a series of vignettes. More natural scene transitions would help the story to flow better.
Haron <haron(at)newsguy(dot)com>
The author makes excellent use of the language here. Who could have thought that it was possible to make so many vague and funny hints without admitting whether it was indeed word play, or only innocent remarks? A pleasure to read.
C_bear <teddybearbrat(at)cableone(dot)net>
This is one of those stories that I both would and would not want to be in, but I think that having someone who loves you enough to spank you would be wonderful in real life. I am sure that the friends had no idea what really happened, but a guilty mind and a sore bottom would make even the most innocent references sound obvious. :) I bet that spanking he never forgets either, not because of the spanking itself, but because of the memorable comments. :)