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
Smooth Talk
By
Valerie Meilong <meilong@excite.com>
"Fancy a bottom smacking?"
I glared at my husband in the grey light of a thundery English Sunday afternoon "George," I said with a sigh. "Let me tell you a story."
"There was a girl standing alone on a street corner. A man rushes up to her and says, 'Fancy a fuck?' She looks down her nose at him. 'I don't usually allow things like that,' she says. 'But you've talked me into it.'"
"There's a point?" he said woodenly.
I sighed again. "George," I said heavily. "We've been married two years, and you know damn well I always fancy a bottom smacking. But, hell's bells! Be a bit more subtle. It's a game we play. You know that. You've got to find a reason for spanking me. I have to've done something naughty to deserve a spanking."
"Such as?"
"Overspending on my VISA. Forgetting to pay the telephone bill, oh you know. Stuff like that."
He looked at me suspiciously.
"Have you overspent your VISA? Is the telephone bill unpaid?"
"George!" I growled. "Don't be so thick. Play the game."
"But what have you done?" he growled back.
"Nothing, you dork!" I shouted "But you must play the heavy-handed husband or the strict headmaster. Find some damn reason for spanking me!"
"Such as?"
I sighed. "Don't you remember how we did it on our honeymoon?
His eyes gleamed. "Boy! Do I remember! And how often too!"
I glared at him.
"When we were playing spanking games I was the naughty schoolgirl. You were the strict teacher. You punished me for all sorts of bad behaviour. Chewing gum. Eating sweets in class. Playing truant. Smoking in the toilets. Swearing. Not doing my homework. Cheating in exams. Talking during lessons. Writing on walls or desks. Stealing. Carrying a dangerous weapon, such as a gun, or a knife. Fighting. Not wearing regulation school knickers. Kissing boys in the corridor. Leaving the classroom without permission. You know, things like that."
He looked bemused.
"Oh come on, George! I'm a naughty schoolgirl. Choose something I've done. Tick me off. Then take me upstairs and smack my bottom as a punishment. It's a game! Play it properly."
He sighed. "Why can't you just come upstairs with me and let me take your knickers down and spank you?"
I fell back on the traditional schoolgirl irrefutable argument. "Because!" I snapped.
"OK. OK!" he growled. "You're a very naught girl. You've been smoking in the toilets. I shall take down your knickers and spank you on your bare bottom."
I hung my head. "Yes sir," I said humbly.
"Upstairs!" he said in a stern headmastery voice, pointing to the bedroom.
Feigning nervousness I got up.
We were half way upstairs when he spoke. "After I've smacked your bottom, I shall put you on the bed and fuck you," he said in a calm matter-of-fact tone.
"I don't usually allow things like that," I replied. "But you've talked me into it."
The End
© Copyright Valerie Meilong 22 July 2003
Reviews
<justacatfish(at)aol(dot)com>
An amusing, light-hearted and original little piece of writing, well done. Also very original.
Jon <mrheadmstr(at)aol(dot)com>
I found myself empathizing with George here, as I don't really do role play well or often. I really liked the conversational style used here, smooth talk does seem to apply. My biggest beef with the story is that the wife has no name, leaving her a blank voice from the dark.
The best feature of the story is how it comes full circle. The reader can really see that last line fitting their relationship. Gave me a good chuckle, it did.
Brad <b_radleym(at)yahoo(dot)com(dot)au>
I like this story because I liked the way the wife's exasperation was written. It's funny and entertaining. I also liked the way the story was built up for the last couple of lines. «"I don't usually allow things like that,"....» Again, ha ha ha!