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: Lines
The Sacred Place
By
Michal Altair Valasek aka Rider <rider@rider.cz>
A cold, winter night. I was standing in shadow, my back leaning against the wall of the gothic cathedral. Although I am atheist, this building has always attracted me. I admired people being able to erect such a mass of stone without having any modern technology.
I was happy that he had chosen this place as our meeting point. The sacred place, and midnight time was only one of unusual things. He told me that he don't want me to see his face and gave me some special instructions.
Though I was into spanking for years, being submissive is very sexual for me, so I was never dominated by man. And wanted to experience it....
I responded to his ad, because he looked to be serious and an intelligent man – not like most of the others. We exchanged few e-mails and arranged a meeting. So I obeyed the directions, turned face to wall, bend down and stretched hands against the cold stone.
The church bell began to ring. His steps were drowned in the toll, but just as the twelfth stroke faded, he patted my shoulder. I jerked, but remained in position.
He unbuckled my belt and lowered my jeans. Under them I was naked, as ordered. He touched my rear with something I later identified as a riding crop, by the marks.
"It's midnight, so you will get twelve lashes."
He has a nice low-pitched voice. I heard one step in the snow. Then a swish in the air. The First stroke of the whip.
I jumped up. I was used to spanking, but this was something else. Because of the winter cold I was not as aroused as usual and moreover he started with full-force.
"Easy! Easy boy. Easy...."
I knew this tone of voice well. I often use it to calm down startled horses. So now I am the frightened colt. Okay. It works for them, why not for me. I leaned against the wall and waited for things to come.
And they came. More lashes. Still solid, but not so strong as the first one was.
Endorphin and adrenaline are the best anesthesia, as it transforms pain into pleasure. And I became aroused. In fact, I was horny as hell.
He stopped the whipping, and patted my rump, which was hot enough not to feel the cold around.
"Kneel down, face to wall."
I obeyed, but hoped that he would honor our previous agreement: no sex, just spanking. Maybe I am bisexual enough to be whipped by man, but definitely not to give a blow job.
"Jerk off, stud." He ordered me with smile in his voice.
I obeyed with enjoyment and was finished soon.
"Good boy."
He patted my shoulders and went away, his steps faded in the bell ringing a quarter after midnight.
I raised, quickly fastened my jeans and turned. As I expected, the only thing I saw was a silhouette against winter sky. I shouted: "Thank you, Sir, though I do not know your name."
The End
© Copyright Rider, 08 August 2003
Visit me at: http://www.rider.cz
Reviews
Sir Hal <janhal(at)midsouth(dot)rr(dot)com>
This story came to me to review without the author's name on it. I was one of those that wanted it that way. But, I feel sure I know who wrote this one. I will be hunting for it on the newsgroup to confirm my belief. If I am not wrong, I have read a lot of this writers stories. This is an outstanding example of his skill. I was grabbed by the first two lines. His word pictures are clear and beautiful. He sets his stories in the most interesting places. I could feel the cold and the snow. It felt good. For me the most important part of any story is, can I believe it. I had no problems believing this story. This writer does not need me to encourage him to continue writing, he will without encouragement. Unless I am wrong, which is possible, I consider this writer to be one of the top SSS writers. I enjoyed reading this story and look forward to reading more of his writing. Just in case I am wrong, I sincerely hope that the person who wrote this story continues to write stories for SSS for our enjoyment. Let me end this by saying – THANKS! – for letting me read this. One of the best that I have read this hot, humid summer this year. For those that know me, you know that I normally don't like M/M stories. This is the exception to the rule. Because of the beautiful word pictures used in the story, I did enjoy reading it to the very end. It left me wanting more.
Organizer's note: Hal was incorrect in his guess at the author of this work.
Don A. Landhill <dlandhill(at)aol(dot)com>
I like the air of mystery, almost of ceremony, in this work, and the use of the last line is quite clever. The description of the narrator's emotions was particularly well done. Thank you and please keep posting.
Brad <b_radleym(at)yahoo(dot)com(dot)au>
The plot was solid. The storyline flowed naturally leading to the last line. Well-done.