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
Dog Days of Summer
By
Plierla Fesserla <PlierlaFesserla@hotmail.com>
A month of near 90/90 conditions, and our air conditioner's bust all week; tempers getting very short.
On route to the mall, I bitch about not going to Barbeque Billy's before getting his bits to fix the unit. The look he shoots makes me squirm.
I sass him "cos he's taking ages. He grabs my arm and whispers, "been asking for it all day." His grip's getting tighter. "No BBQ today kid; basement session for you."
We ride home in silence; he's scary when he's quiet.
"Fix this place for your punishment while I fix the air conditioner." The door closes behind him; I'm alone with his nerve-jangling toys. It's cooler here.
I strip; in the basement, I can only wear clothes he chooses. Polish the dark ebony paddle. Fingerprints on it earn extra; I don't want to risk it in this mood. Oil the leather strap. I try it on my hand a couple of times. Always surprising how much it stings; I'm feeling other little sensations. Changing the brine in the urn, I take the opportunity to swish a cane through the air. It makes a tummy-churning thwack on the X-table. This leather needs polishing too. The longest job is cleaning his homemade flogger with a toothbrush and disinfectant. Ten pieces of thin nylon rope, two or three knots in each strand. When I recall the sensitive places it caught me last time, I have to support myself against the table. It's getting hot down here.
He's on the stairs; butterflies flap energetically. Facedown on the X-table, "contemplate your naughtiness." He leaves.
My body's so sensitive, the cool leather beneath me, the lining of the securing straps on my wrists and ankles. My tongue touching that rough spot on the ball-gag; I've vowed to smooth it so often. Cool air drifts down the stairs and between my legs; he's fixed the air-conditioner.
I've been here ages. That's portentous. The longer he makes me wait the more severe the beatings.
The front-door slams. He's never left me this long, bound for hours already, is he leaving or returning? The stairs creak; the knots tighten in my stomach. The door opens; I'm frightened but excited too. My mouth's so dry. I worry. Nothing to drink all day, I'm going to be sweating so much it could be dangerous. There's no air-conditioning down here. His hand runs up my leg, I feel myself trickle. His hand's there, fingers slip inside me.
He's between my arms, stooping, "Who's a naughty hot little girly?" I can smell the beer on his breath; been to the bar with his mates. "Been pondering your sins I hope?"
I hope he hasn't had too much to drink; this is new. I'm terrified, but oh so eager.
He unties my straps, what's he going to do with me?
"I'm going to bed; I've got to work early tomorrow. Clean yourself up." He's gone.
It takes a while to sink in.
I scream.
The End
© Copyright Plierla Fesserla, 15 July 2003
Reviews
Warm Hand Jack
An excellent story of the unfulfilled anticipation type. This is better designed than most, because the fear and dread are paramount, and the desire is more of a slowly increasing undercurrent. (Perhaps it would have worked better at the end if both conflicting emotions had been recognized: if there had been a strong feeling of relief, before she realized that being left with the whole day's unbearable tension unrelieved was even worse than the punishment she was dreading.)
The justification is realistic (in terms of his mood as well as her behavior). The build-up of tension, during the implement preparation and the waiting, and even the silent drive home, is understated and powerful. The fluctuation of temperature, both household and personal, is an excellent device.
The first-person, present-tense technique is used very effectively, in taking the reader inside the narrator's mind and in giving a good feel for the passage of time. The style is appropriately casual and natural (so much so that portentous seems a bit out of place). The sentence fragments are generally effective; there is some rather strange punctuation and capitalization that should have been caught.
This is very well rendered, and I'll be looking for other work by this writer.
Haron <haron(at)newsguy(dot)com>
This story is a rather hot glimpse into the world of BDSM as many people would like to experience it. The ending refects nicely the ambiguity of the kink.
Patricia <patricia(at)cedar(dot)net>
Sometimes the worse punishment is not getting what you want! Nice build-up. Poor thing. I hope she thinks twice before trying to push him into something she just might regret. I especially like the descriptive paragraphs where she is getting everything ready for her punishment. Details like that add a great deal to the story. Great job.