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
More Than Flesh Can Bear
By
Valerie Meilong <meilong@excite.com>
We went to Phuket for our honeymoon, on Thailand's perfect tropical island. Luxury hotel, beautiful beaches, green jungles, delicious local food. Sun, sea, and sex. Lots of sex!
I remembered the shiver at the base of my spine when I first met him. Smouldering eyes, short buzz cut highlighting sculpted cheekbones. A hint of mystery, suggesting hidden depth of character; just what gets every girl moist between the legs. Jesus, he was handsome.
It was the last day when after a torrid sex-session I stretched out contentedly and murmured, "Well fucked in Phucket!" deliberately mispronouncing the name.
"Language!" he snapped sharply, and rolled my naked body over and slapped me hard on my bottom.
"Jeez! That hurt."
He was immediately contrite.
"Forget it," I said airily. "Rather nice, actually." I giggled and kissed him.
Six months later, he said warily, "Did you mean it when you said you liked my slap; on our honeymoon I mean?"
I laughed. "On my bottom, you mean. Yeah."
He said nothing, but simply came to me, pulled me across his lap and in spite of my half-hearted protests gave me a sound spanking; knickers down too!
We went to bed and made love. My bottom glowed.
This was the first of many spankings, each one getting more severe than the last. At first I loved them, in spite of the pain, maybe because of the pain, but gradually the beatings developed beyond love-play. He was now taking them seriously, spanking with an undisguised intensity that left me with long-lasting bruises.
One day he produced a cane, and beat me with that. The pain was unbearable. I screamed myself hoarse, and desperately tried to wriggle free. When at last he finished, foam dripping from his lips, there was blood on my bottom. The wounds took two weeks to heal.
I tried reasoning with him. I didn't mind being spanked, I said, even hard. I didn't even mind the cane, but to be thrashed until blood ran was too much. He said nothing, and looking into his brooding eyes I realised my words were wasted.
After one more beating like that, I was ready to leave him, but couldn't bring myself to do so. He was contrite after the beatings; and loving. And so bloody sexy. God! Could that man fuck! But there was one more beating, one that was beyond anything flesh and blood could bear. He beat me senseless.
A neighbour hearing my screams called the police. I was put into the ambulance, semi-conscious, and he was arrested. After two weeks lying on my stomach I was able to sit up; gingerly with the aid of ring balloons.
Eventually I was allowed home. The house was empty. He was still in custody.
The police called the next day. He'd cracked and was in care. They felt he was unfit to plead, and would be confined at her Majesty's Pleasure for a long time.
His photograph still rests on the mantelpiece. Jesus, he's handsome. I miss him.
The End
© Copyright Valerie Meilong 04 August 2003
Reviews
Pam <PamiMac(at)aol(dot)com>
I don't see this as so edgy really. I suppose because of the uncontrolled beatings it might be. But again, it is the author's call. I enjoyed the story beginning and was properly horrified at the end. I believe there is a pull to this story because I wonder if she will take him back. But I feel something soulful is missing. I can't place it. It feels like a story written quickly. Maybe I'm envious of that.
Lori <peachesicu(at)aol(dot)com>
I read the story and I feel as if parts of it have been taken from stories I've already read on other sites. I don't think the story has a new view of imagination on abuse. I could be wrong in this assumption but I can't get away from the negative feelings I get when I read the author's work: I just feel I've read this story before.
This story is the same in style and word usage that I read in so many other stories that it just doesn't feel original.
I don't like the use of Jesus negatively, and yes that is TOTALLY personal on my choice of language usage, but a review is personal.
I did not find any spelling mistakes or grammatical errors, but that doesn't make up for what I also didn't find, a story I enjoyed.
Patricia <patricia(at)cedar(dot)net>
A very vivid picture is painted with your words. It was an interesting look into how a simple pleasure can be taken to extremes. While an edge story is tricky to write, you do a good job. Even though it does not personally appeal to me, it is well written.