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
Game Rules
By
Courtney <Courtenesca@aol.com>
The Game is afoot. Punisher & Penitent.
The concept is simple, really. Tag, you're it! The difference from child's play is that here the blindfolded, hobbled Penitent is always it. Alone in the questing dark, and exquisitely vulnerable in their tremulous search.
During the Game, Punishers are not chained, nor is their sight impeded. Hurling taunts, they stay just out of reach of their hobbled brethren; like cats playing with their prey.
Punishers have full sensory awareness -- while the Penitent trips shakily along. ...And once touched, a tagged Punisher is deemed the winner, and claims the opportunity to mete out sound discipline to the Penitent. Punisher's Choice.
FAQ: Why would any eager Punisher play this Game; trying to elude being tagged?
Most Pertinent Answers:
You scoff, "Not sportsmanlike!"
Tough. It's not your Game. You just pay the price to play.
Like we all do.
Oh, yes. The added incentive of the Game is this:
If the blindfolded one does not tag a Punisher by the time the clock chimes the signal, ALL players -- the taunting Punishers -- must now chastise the lone Penitent. A free-for-all thrashing ensues.
"Olly Olly Oxen Free."
"Red Rover, Red Rover, the loser bends over...." For everyone.
Can you imagine how humiliating hobbling around blindfolded must be? Reaching out, aching to touch just one stern Punisher? Rather than perhaps being beset by ALL?
...Of course you can imagine, can't you? You love this Game; live for it. Hurt for it. Cry for it. Beg for it.
We play To the pain. Oh, yes.
Never To the death. Death would only end all the fun..... It's pain which allows you to shed inhibitions and transcend your everyday stoicism for a jolt of blistering intensity.
"Sufferin' was the only thing made me feel I was alive..." Carly Simon got that one right.
Who wouldn't play the Game for a chance to feel like that? To feel at all? Paying the paltry price for pleasure-pain. It's only money, after all. No one ever audited your bank account for self esteem.
Why not indulge your most basic desires, and invest heavily in the Game?
Go for it. Be the Penitent tonight....
Pay the Piper tomorrow.
The End
© Copyright Courtney, 13 July 2003
Reviews
Jon <mrheadmstr(at)aol(dot)com>
Everyone has both a sadistic streak and a masochistic streak in their personalty. This story does something very difficult; it appeals at once to both streaks! The author has postulated a game which determines the spanking, a scenario rife with possibilities and attractiveness to so many of us.
Will you be the sadistic spanker, teasing the spankee into a worse spanking? Will you delay the final event, making the spankee anticipate things even sadistic you haven't thought of? Or perhaps, will you BE the spankee, your bottom can take it and you will win? The author manages to pose all these questions and more in a mere 435 words.
Excellent job.
Haron <haron(at)newsguy(dot)com>
Elegant, insightful, and a pure pleasure to read. The prose flows like a clear stream.
Really good.
Rosa
An interesting and unique piece. If there are references to other works, I am unaware of them. I read this many times before the full picture unfolded. Eerie, HOT, exciting game to play! All of these feelings, and more, came through in the writing. In some ways it is a bit scary to think of myself as a participant or even a spectator, but I would bet others would just love to give it a go! In any case, I sure did enjoy the story.