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
 

The Beast

By

Valerie Meilong <meilong@excite.com>

"Enjoying this?"

"No.  It's crap."

We were curled up on the settee watching a dreadful American movie on the TV.  The good guys shot and killed the bad guys.  The baddies missed.

And the language was monotonously profane.

"Fetch a chair," he said.

After two years of marriage our spanking had got into a bit of a rut.  I was not in the mood for it tonight.  I was still sore from the last caning only three days ago.

"No!"

"Don't be cheeky!" he growled.

I didn't care.  I'd always wanted to say "no" when I was ordered to hold my hand out for the cane at school, but I'd never had the nerve.

"Chair!" he said firmly.

"No!  Not tonight...please."

It was a weak noise, and to my annoyance I realized I was whining.

"Chair!"  Louder this time.

Reluctantly I got up and fetched a stiff-backed chair from the kitchen.  "Bloody automaton, that's what you are," I thought.

Our eyed locked.  There was a heavy silence.

"No, not the cane, please."  Another whine.

But I was not ordered to bend over the chair as I expected.  He got up and sat on it, then he pulled me to his side.  I was wearing one of his T-shirts, no bra, and a miniskirt.  He lifted the shirt high up above my breasts.  Surprise!  Usually it's my skirt that gets lifted.  He kissed a nipple and then yanked me across his lap.  I had to stretch out my arms to stop my head hitting the floor.  My legs stuck out horizontally.

He lifted the miniskirt, but could only get the back up.  Enough though.  He could only get the elastic edge of my panties down to the fold beneath the curves of my bottom, too.  But enough.  My bottom was bare.

He slapped me hard.

"Shit," I said loudly.

"Language!"

There were more smacks, and more foul language.

"Foul-mouthed fishwife!" he said.  "Upstairs!"

I was glad he'd stopped spanking, but I was not in the mood for bed-games.

"No!" I said petulantly.

He set me upright and stood up himself.  My skirt fell into place, but the edge of my knickers remained below the round of my bottom.  Then effortlessly he draped me over his shoulder.

I was dumped on the bed, and he went to the wardrobe.  I knew what for.  The cane!

Without a word he crossed to me and pulled my knickers and my skirt right off.

He slid his hand between my legs.

"You're moist."

"So?"

He rolled me over, and with difficulty I extracted my arm from beneath me.  I stretched both arms above my head and closed my eyes.  It was not a long caning but, dammit, it hurt.  For the first time since we were married I did not enjoy it.  Bloody hell my bottom was sore.

I was no longer moist now; I was wet.  And I enjoyed the penetration that followed.

"He's an absolute beast," I thought contentedly, "with or without the cane."

The End

© Copyright Valerie Meilong 24 July 2003

Reviews

SirHal    <janhal(at)midsouth(dot)rr(dot)com>
This was a interesting story because it blurred lines.  Was she forced or did she do it willingly?  That is the question we are left with after reading this story.  I also found the sharp sentence structure worked to add to this story.  The writer gave the reader some interesting word pictures to look at.  I look forward to reading more stories by this author.  I can see this being played out nightly in houses around the world.  Good work.

Haron    <haron(at)newsguy(dot)com>
A very tasty story that is both hot and insightful.  It talks of marital spanking in a mouthwatering way, but it also gives a thought to what habit can do to a kinky relationship.  Nice little piece.

Kent Stoneking    <kentls01(at)msn(dot)com>
I found this story a bit disturbing ... if the wife wasn't in the mood for spanking and caning, and she didn't enjoy it, why did she let it go on?  And the punishment did seem extreme for being in a cranky mood and using some bad language.  Maybe this story should have been in the Edge category instead.