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
Some of this is filched from a very long and convoluted erotic story entitled The Green Rose, that I picked up on the internet. I did not record the name of the author, but will gladly give credit where credit is due if I am contacted.
Retribution
By
Valerie Meilong <meilong@excite.com>
Me? Well, I'm married, with a daughter, and I'm forty.
I've kept a diary ever since I was eleven. I'm reading it to you now. Boy, was I precocious when I was a kid? Oh, but I was so much older then, I'm younger than that now, as Bob Dylan sang.
So I slept with this guy. No, let me rephrase that. I had sex with this guy. Did I say that aloud? Maybe I did? It sounds like "I had sex with the sky." Anyway, there was no chance to sleep.
About once or twice a month, my husband and I go out, for a meal, to a movie, to friends or something. Does it matter? Afterwards, he's usually too drunk to drive home. So I drive. And while I drive, he strokes my right knee. Then we go upstairs and fuck. Or we do it right on the floor. Whatever.
Sometimes he spanks me first. I like that, even when he hurts me bad.
After sex we don't talk much. Sometimes he chuckles, remembering a joke he's heard.
My daughter is eighteen. She was going steady with this guy, the guy I had sex with but didn't sleep with.
We'd given each other The Look the first time we met. The Look? Let me tell you about it: The Look is when someone you've never met before makes eye-contact with you, and suddenly you and he become real, and everything else becomes unreal. It's like in the old movies, when they did back-projection, and you realize that the actors are really in a film set, and not really on top of the skyscraper, or in front of the volcano, or whatever.
He was about twenty, lean, dark-haired, sharp-featured. Nice looking. Maybe some Jewish or Italian there. He spoke fast and sounded smart and well educated. He was enthusiastic about everything. He was studying some kind of science.
I invited him home one day. He called me Mrs Ryan. I told him to call me Valerie.
We were awkward. Tongue-tied. Maybe he guessed what I wanted.
"You're binding me with silence," I said
"Not blinding you with science?" He laughed. "Witty. You've the gift of words."
"Come on upstairs," I said, "I'll make you laugh some more."
We fucked.
And we got caught, didn't we.
My husband threw him out of the house. Violently! Then he gave me one hell of a spanking, hard and painful, every smack intending to hurt. Then he stormed out of the house.
I lay on the bed, sobbing, my burning bottom uncovered to cool.
Some half-hour later I heard someone come into the room. I pretended to be asleep. Suddenly there was a loud smack. I jumped. Someone had landed a paddle hard onto my smarting bottom. I screwed up my eyes with the pain. Another and another. Hell!
Was it him? I hadn't heard him return.
I lay still for I was too scared to look around. I might have seen it was my daughter.
The End
© Copyright Valerie Meilong 03 August 2003
Reviews
Jon <mrheadmstr(at)aol(dot)com>
This one deserves its category, for indeed it is edgy. Well written, smoothly flowing, building word images as it goes, leading to that final memorable image in ones minds eye. I wish I could be more critical here and give the author something meatier with which to work, but I can't. Good story, well executed, no errors I noticed, better than average. Thanks for writing it
Brad <b_radleym(at)yahoo(dot)com(dot)au>
Nice twist to the Mrs. Robinson plot.
Sassy Jo <sassy_jolene(at)hotmail(dot)com>
Wow! I like this. I didn't expect the ending. It is one of those stories that makes you appreciate reading everything in case you miss something good. I like the rambling humor here:...It sounds like I had sex with the sky. Anyway, excellent work author!