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: Edge
Acceptance
By
There comes a time when you give up on what could've been, and accept what was. When you realize that wishing won't change the past, and that even if you had the chance now, nothing would change. Real life doesn't have a happy Hollywood ending, where everyone makes peace and there's a plausible explanation for the hell you lived. The gentle giant you hoped was inside there somewhere never was, and the raging psychotic pedophile was all too real. What could've been never would've been, no matter what. Handing your innocence over to evil was the only other option, it would have given you what you wanted, the coveted Daddy's girl status, but even in your naivety you couldn't manage that. You had it, fleetingly, but then it was gone, stripped from you by your own innocent words, not knowing they would breed hate. The brutality was all you really remember, the short span of adoration obliterated by the years of emotional isolation, and the belt. You learned to sexualize the belt, only changing your inclination, not creating it. You are what you are, and the belt didn't force it into being, it just changed its direction. You know that now, that there's nothing wrong with what you have become, no matter what they say. You have taken back the power that was ripped from you so long ago. There was just a time when you would've done anything to have what could've been, but now you know better, and you accept what is.
The End
© Copyright Jen, 27 June 2003
Reviews
SirHal <janhal(at)midsouth(dot)rr(dot)com>
This story sure gave me something to think about. It was clear and easy to read but complex at the same time. If this story is fiction, then it was wrote in an outstanding manor. If this story is a true story then I bet it was hard to get it on paper. This story pulled me into it. It was not a place I wanted to be but I had to enter it. I didn't like the feel of it, but I had no choice. Normally I would be eager to read more, but I am not sure that there is more to this story. I don't think that I really want to know more details. This story both touched me and scared me. I think that all I want to know is all in the one story. Good job. You have a very interesting style and I hope you continue to use it. Thanks for letting me read your story. If you wrote this story to help yourself, then I hope it worked. I hope that now you can find some peace. Again, if this was fiction, then you did wonderful job with so few words. You have an insight into an area that many would not want to travel.
I also am not sure what category that this story belongs in. Maybe edge is not the right place but maybe it is. I will leave that determination to others to decide.
I am not even sure if this is a spanking story. At least in my mind there is a huge difference between a spanking and plain abuse. Guess you left that part for the reader to fill in. I am still not sure who did the murders in Basic Instinct after watching the director's cut. I don't think that I will ever be sure exactly what the belt did in your story. I wish that I had your talent in writing this type of story. I was happy to run back to safety after I read the story. I wonder what you could do with an unlimited number of words. I was one of those that did not want to know who wrote the story before I rated it and reviewed it. In this case, I am going to hunt on the newsgroup to find out who wrote this story. I want to be sure that add them to my list of authors that are must reads. There are not many stories that cause a tear to form in my eye while reading them. You did that with this one.
Pablo <pablo(dot)stubbs(at)newsguy(dot)com>
It's next to impossible to read and review a piece like this with anything like objectivity. The point of it is in the writing, more than the reading. As readers, we can only see a tiny part of the massive whole, can only nod in (we hope) sympathy and support.
A piece like this isn't about plot, or structure, and grammatical infelicities couldn't be much less important. It's about saying stuff that needs to be said, about letting it spill out however it feels like it must. Praise feels worthless, criticism to miss the point.
Just hoping that it helped.
Kent Stoneking <kentls01(at)msn(dot)com>
Although simply written, this story conveys some very powerful emotions. I suppose, at one time or another, we've all wished we could go back and undo the past. The acceptance shown in the last three sentences -- especially the one about there being nothing wrong with you, despite what they say -- really hit home.