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
It's a Wonderful World
By
Valerie Meilong <meilong@excite.com>
Listen to me, girls; listen to my wonderful world. And go green with envy.
Take last night. We go to bed and we start, er... well you know. It's three days since we did it. He's recovered now!
Then he rolls on top of me and says, "Strap or cane tonight?"
I ponder.
"Both."
I get out of bed, stark naked, put my hands together and my forearms on my knees, and stick my bum out. He gives me twelve delicious whacks with the strap. My bottom burns, and I moan. I then touch my toes, and, in accordance with normal procedure, I count aloud each slow stroke of the cane.
I close my eyes and bask in the saccharine agony.
I'm on the bed now, his head between my legs, nose on my clitoris, tongue teasing my vagina. I moan again. I roll on top of him and Sambo stands beside the bed.
Sambo? Oh, that's not his real name. It's unpronounceable, so I call him Sambo.
He's got a wonderful medium-brown body, beautiful pecs, rippling taut stomach, and short black curly hair on the most handsome face I've ever seen. He is naked, of course, and gloriously erect. He carries a paddle.
Hubby and I are doing a 69 now, me on top, and I am licking my husband's dick pretending it's Sambo's. Sambo runs his hand up my stockings. He whacks my bottom with the paddle. The pain is exquisite for it lands on the wheals left from my caning. I squeal with delight.
He's inside me now, dear husband that is, pressing my bottom into the mattress. It tingles.
Sambo and I laugh at his pathetic climax noises. I feel his semen fill the bulb of the condom, and reach out to clasp Sambo's throbbing dick.
I sleep.
The next morning I'm ironing. It's Monday. I look with disgust at my dull guaranteed-to-excite-only-grandma geriatric-style knickers. I use Lisrep washing powder and they come out greyer than grey. Sloggis? No, Soggis. Why don't I have any sexy indecent underwear, I muse?
I always colour when I think of knickers. In school I had to lift my skirts for the Senior Mistress's inspection. Oh, the shame of indecent exposure! What! Not regulation knickers? Detention young lady!
I pick up my Victoria's Secrets, and blush at their brazen sexiness. I drool as the iron smooths the crotch. Sambo comes in and helps me put them on. He smooths my crotch with soft fingers. "A perfect fit," he says.
I need the loo. He comes with me and watches as I pull down the flimsy disgracefully scandalously shockingly sexy briefs and I sit down, knees wide apart. Trickling sounds. I hate it when my husband watches me pee, but Sambo is different. I like him watching.
What's that you say? Anomalies? Nudity and then stockings? Sloggis and Soggis turning into sexy Victoria's Secrets?
Ah! You've caught me out, haven't you?
But who cares if my fantasies have anomalies? Not me.
The End
© Copyright Valerie Meilong 30 July 2003
Reviews
Redhawk <redhawk(at)screaminet(dot)com>
Well written story although not quite my taste but for those who like that sort of thing this would be a good one.
justacatfish(at)aol(dot)com
Hmmm. An interesting and highly developed piece of writing that goes to the depth of the narrator's fantasy/feelings. Well thought out
Ladiejj <ladiejj(at)msn(dot)com>
An interesting stream of consciousness of a woman's fantasies while she does daily chores. The Author has an unique technique of crossing thought patterns, such as how one's mind wanders. There is some interesting imagery here including spanking passions and counting strokes. I will say however that this story was hard to follow and unclear, leaving the reader with questions. The author could work on refining the character, so we see her and not just what she is thinking.