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
The Hairbrush
By
Dyke Grrl <dyke_grrl@HotPOP.com>
Somehow, a hairbrush that size makes people suspicious. I can understand, if we're using it for a spanking. It tends to reverberate. Not to mention the occasional gasp or squeal. We only use it when we have some privacy.
We're both fond of the hairbrush. She likes it for her hair-it deals with the tangles and makes the hair all smooth and shiny. I like it on my butt. We have several hairbrushes, as she tends to misplace them on her nightstand or dresser or in the living room, not always in relation to where they were last in use.
But this is the good one. It has a rectangular back, about four inches by six inches, with a sturdy handle. I can feel its effects for a good day or two without her half-trying. I suppose it also does nice things for her hair; I wouldn't know the difference.
She had it with her the last time we visited her sister. In its guise as a brush for her hair. Her sister smirked when she saw it, but didn't comment. And then it got misplaced. Sure, we have other hairbrushes, but none of them are so large, or so pleasant. And so every time we visit her sister, I remind her to ask about it, and to remind her sister to check under the bed, or wherever the kids or dogs might have carried it off.
I don't want to look too interested in the brush at her sister's house. What with the dreadlocks, it's not like I use the hairbrush on my own hair.
Of course, there are enough suspicious items in our bedroom to clue her sister in. The ruler that ends up tossed under the bed, more often than not. The package of bamboo stakes, even though our gardening consists largely of remembering to water the pansies on our porch occasionally. The selection of wooden spoons and pancake turners that reside in our bedroom. And, of course, the floggers, for which there is no mundane explanation at all. But no longer the hairbrush.
So my bottom can be nicely striped from canes, or turned a delicate pink with the floggers. I can get nicely patterned marks from the kitchen utensils. But I can't have half an hour over her lap, getting a bottom that will stay red until the next day.
Perhaps I should make a visit to the hair salon soon.
© Copyright Dyke Grrl 07 August 2003
Reviews
Sassy Jo <sassy_jolene(at)hotmail(dot)com>
The Hairbrush, makes me reminisce all my favorite toys that mysteriously hide. The piece is fairly passive, but the disappointment of the main character over the loss of his hairbrush is very obvious. The smirking sister made me smile, knowing many like her. The last line, tied it up nicely. Good job author!
Sir Hal <janhal(at)midsouth(dot)rr(dot)com>
You do not find many stories that are told through the eyes of the spankee. I hope to see more stories of this type. This was a totally believable story. The vanilla sister would never understand. Maybe with time she would, at least accept spanking as part of their life. I doubt it but there is always hope. I also think that this story pointed out how attached we can become to a certain toy. I feel a connection with the author while reading this story. Good job! Keep writing and we will keep reading.
I keep looking for weak spots in this story but could not find any. Clear word pictures were abundant.
Rosa
Hee hee! Gotta love all of those pervertables – especially the ones that can be left all around the house; the oh-so-very-innocent looking everyday wares! I enjoyed your well-written story, and have to say that it left me wanting more! Any chance for an expanded version after the contest that might answer the burning question, Just what did become of the most perfect hairbrush ever?. Dreadlocks, Indeed! <giggle> :)