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
Crescent Moon
By
Courtney <Courtenesca@aol.com>
Wishing on a Crescent Moon....
It's supposed to be wishing on a star, but I glimpse a silver-slivered moon through a hazy night sky. My wish rises silently through urban smog and racing clouds to land somewhere on a lifeless star that only I spy....
"Please, Man, Ms., or Mistress of the Moon, hear me. My need is great. I've ignored my true desires for too long. I offer tokens of tribute: reimbursement for all my forgotten promises. The power of the Moon is awesome -- and I've foolishly ignored the primal pull of your demands upon me.
"I let go. Lost my fire and passion within layers of fear and dissembling. You look down on one who has hidden herself away in shame -- only to live vicariously through others' adventures. Pretending through fictions created on a whim....
"Forgive me, Crescent Moon. Please take me back to your bosom, hold me fast.
Bare my body, bottom, soul, to your ruthless will. I'm begging your intercession:
I bleed. I implore. I bend over, naked and humble, hoping your firestorm will tenderize my pride -- till I writhe in welcome surrender.
"Share with me the cleansing pain of your punitive passion. I've hidden away from your wrath for too long. Help me shed rationalizing pride and crippling fear. I beg you: May I once more indulge in what makes me feel alive?
"Please take me unaware, Moon Master. Bind me taut. Scold me soundly. Reach into the core of my being -- and take no prisoners.
"My naked body bends under waves of pearly light. Sear my deserving backside; scorch me with the lightning strikes of your displeasure. Take me back. Claim my renewed allegiance as rightfully yours. I bow low before your incandescence.
You've mirrored my arrogance, and I accept punishment in full.
"Candles are lit for your arrival, Crescent Moon, never rivaling your pure illumination. Music of the ages will echo as my bottom dances to the powerful tune you play. I ache. Breathe only at your sufferance.
Screaming, I beg you:
Take me this night! I am yours in sorrow and contrition. I submit, again, this night, and for all nights....
"Forgive me, my blessed Friend, Mother, Father Moon. To be worthy of your chastisement is more than I could have hoped! Please allow my pitiful prayer to serve as inadequate thanks for your perseverance and attention. Oh Yes! Please! Help me....
"I writhe deliriously under the fierceness of your burning regard. No holds barred now, I give into the pain and pleasure; surrendering before your precious gift as I've never done... The trust was too long in coming.
"Thank you, Mendicant Moon. I will no longer remain such a stranger."
The End
© Copyright Courtney, 03 August 2003
Mary <gemladi(at)aol(dot)com>
This is a wonderful story, almost a spell I loved it! Very ingenious use of words.
Ted <quixotoes(at)aol(dot)com>
This is, in fact, a prayer, a supplication. The difficulty I had is that the intensely personal imagery was somewhat trite, but who am I to say that someone's feeling are a cliche?
This story represents an intensity rare among the contest entries, however, and may well strike a resonant chord with some readers.
Jessie
As someone who talks to the Moon fairly often, I found this idea very intriguing. The story is quite original, and the language rich and full of passion. I found it very moving.