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
Anticipation
By
Dyke Grrl <dyke_grrl@HotPOP.com>
The anticipation is half the fun.
My birthday is tomorrow, and we're celebrating by going to a sex party tonight. She has told me we're going to do a role-play: schoolgirls. I expect to end the evening with a very sore bottom. I already know what my first infraction will be: She isn't giving me my uniform until after we arrive, so I will be punished for not being properly dressed.
She has left me with her bag of tricks, and strict instructions not to look inside. Temptation. The bag is in the living room. It would be so easy to look...but I'll be good. Or maybe not.
So I spend the day wondering. What are we going to do tonight? Will we have sex, or will she just spank me? Will she spank me for a long time, or spread it out through the evening? Will she find a private corner, or will I be bending over in front of crowds of strangers? (I remember the last time we went to a party, when she introduced me to one of her friends – while she had her whole hand in my cunt!)
My bottom is tingling as I think about today. I'm imagining the dim rooms. I feel the electric thrill as she moves me and positions me. My heart pounds as I consider what might be in the bag. Maybe I can just feel the outside of the bag, and make guesses? Like one does with a wrapped gift, trying to divine the contents by balancing the weight, hearing the movement of the objects inside.
We are shifting places tonight. Normally, I take charge and plan things. I pay the bills, balance the checkbook, do the grocery shopping, make sure we remember to feed the cats, decide when we leave for car trips. Normally, I'm the one in control. Tonight it will be different.
I like the sense of not being in charge, of being told what to do, but I struggle with it. Half of me wants to know every detail of tonight, what will happen, when, how. But instead, I have the pleasure of wondering – does my uniform have a skirt? Will I get spanked over my skirt? Or will she pull it up? Or, my stomach tingles, will she make me step out of it?
I imagine the swish of a skirt against reddened thighs, the scrape of underwear over a throbbing bottom. I can almost feel the strength of her gaze, pulling me across the room, warning me to stay in position, ordering me with nothing more than a raised eyebrow.
The anticipation is half the fun.
© Copyright Dyke Grrl 07 August 2003
Reviews
Haron <haron(at)newsguy(dot)com>
Good stories about anticipation are a mixed blessing: if the author is successful in producing the proper mix of impatience, jitters and cold sweat for the characters, the reader will fully empathise with the events. But whereas the character will get her reward in the end, the reader is left hanging, feeling the full effects of the described anticipation.
This story is a perfect example of the genre. We empathise, we get excited, and then we are left alone with our excitement whereas the characters get up to various yummy things without us. This effect makes it a very, very good story, of course.
Trisha Allen <trishaallen(at)mindspring(dot)com>
Thoroughly enjoyable reading! You can honestly feel the emotions, temptations, questions, and excitement the character feels. How she longs to have a detailed account of the evening? The excitement of the unknown; yet revealing, she's use to being in charge.
C_bear <teddybearbrat(at)cableone(dot)net>
This story is very nice it conveys the feelings of not knowing, those at once terrible and
wonderful emotions of wondering and anticipation, the longing for it, and yet being scared to have
it happen all at once, and those wonderful naughty feelings too. This is a girl that I can say
I'd love to be in her place tonight. :)