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
The Strawberry Birthmark
By
Valerie Meilong <meilong@excite.com>
He was shaking as he came to. It had been the most horrible dream. In colour too. This happened sometimes.
His penis was gloriously erect, not an uncommon occurrence when he awoke, but today it was exceptionally hard.
He shuddered. How could anyone be so cruel even in a dream?
The hideous memory flashed through his over-heated brain. The girl had suggested he tied her to the bed with her scarves -- a suggestion made with a giggle. When she was spread-eagled, arms stretched forward, feet sticking out between the bedrails, tied to them at the shins, he took a knife, a knife that appeared like magic as they do in dreams. He cut the waist-band of her skirt, cutting until he could pull it from under her. Then he cut off her knickers, leaving her stockings.
There was a strawberry birthmark on her bottom. "Sexy!" he thought.
The knife was magically replaced by a cane, and he started whipping her, landing the first blow exactly on the birthmark.
She writhed.
He struck again and again. Pink patches appeared on her bottom, but curiously although she looked as though she was screaming he heard no sound.
The pink patches became raised pink wheals, and gradually one vivid carmine patch
He panted from his exertions.
A thin stripe of dark red appeared. Blood! The skin had been broken.
He whipped harder. Several bloody stripes now.
Soon her bottom was one patch of raw tissue.
He got out of bed, shaking, and went to the bathroom. His erection prevented any flow of urine. He felt a dull ache.
Somehow he staggered to work. The day dragged.
He drank too much that night, but slept without dreaming.
Three years passed. No dreams. There were several girlfriends, however, all willing to be bedded. Life seemed normal. Then the dream returned, even more intense than before -- the same girl, the same birthmark.
Four more years went by. No dreams.
He met Angela. They fell in love. They married. The honeymoon was pure unrestrained sex.
It was four months later when she suggested with a giggle that he tied her up with her scarves. He refused.
"Vanilla!" she taunted. "Come on! Tie me! Touch me! Tickle me! Do naughty things to me. Maybe spank me?"
Quivering with dread he gave in. He tied her, lifted her skirt, and pulled down her knickers. She giggled with delight.
Suddenly everything went black.
The next day, a policeman arrived. A neighbour had called to say screams had been heard. He knocked on the door repeatedly. No answer. He broke it open.
He looked at the bloody mess of the spread-eagled girl's bottom and nearly puked. Beside the dead body sat the man, his arms clutched around himself, rocking to and fro. There was foam on his lips. His eyes were staring blankly. He still had the light-cord in his hand.
At the post-mortem the strawberry birthmark was not detected. How could it have been? There was no skin left on her bottom.
The End
© Copyright Valerie Meilong 30 July 2003
Reviews
Jessie
The requested note to describe why the story is edgy might have been helpful here. I don't find this to be an edgy spanking story, so much as a glimpse inside the mind of a murderer.
Brad <b_radleym(at)yahoo(dot)com(dot)au>
This is REALLY edgy. It was like Twilight Zone meets X Files meets C.S.I.
Fantastic!
Ladiejj <ladiejj(at)msn(dot)com>
The nice thing about fiction is that it allows one to explore the darkside of the world, of themselves. That is what we see here. The author took a chance and that should be commended. This story was well written, it was labeled as edge and that was exactly what the reader got. The imagery here is vivid to the point of scary. This story is like a car wreck -- you want to turn away but you just can't. That is what good writing is about.