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
Late That Night
By
Warm Hand Jack
I'm back late, nearly midnight. The first thing I do is check the bedroom of the suite. Good – you didn't leave. Jumbled in the sheets, bad dreams maybe...but looking peaceful now.
"Joe?" You sit up, modestly replacing your slipped nightie strap. Your eyes are still red.
"Hi, Bets. Didn't want to disturb you."
"It's alright. I've had a good rest. Joe...we...we need to talk."
"I guess. Let me grab a shower, and I'll be right back."
Under the hot stream, I can't help thinking about the strange afternoon. Flesh pain...mind and heart pain. Control...loss of control. And having to rush off without even the essential comforting cuddle. Your emotions are always close to the surface, and they sometimes come out in terrible, unpredictable ways...you're always authentic that way. So there are no games, and we always resolve things instead of burying them. Eventually. This one will be a bugger to resolve. Have we truly broken something this time? I don't think so...no, we'll be fine. I think we'll be fine.
Padding back to the bedroom, I notice a room service tray on the coffee table – good, you've eaten something. Not much, from the look of it, but at least you've made the effort.
"Joe, I...I don't know where to start. I'm sorry."
"Betsy, we have things to work out, but you have nothing to be sorry for. It happened. It didn't feel very good, to either of us, but you didn't...."
"But shit, Joe!"
"It's too soon to talk about it. Or too late at night. Anyway, it doesn't feel like a good time. I'd like us to just let it percolate for a bit."
"JOE!"
"Elizabeth, listen to me!!" Easy, Joe...don't escalate it again. Calmly, very firmly: "We will definitely talk in the morning. I'm too crapped out right now to do it justice. And it's too important to do with half my mind. Okay?"
"Well...okay. I guess. Sir."
I hang up my robe and sit beside you, naked. "Tonight, I just want us to feel close to each other."
"Close is good."
"Close is very good." I put my arms around you, feeling the welts through your nightie. I gather the hem in my hands, and lift the garment over your head. Marks, many marks. "I love your body."
"Mmmmm." You never quite believe that, but it's true.
Taking your face in my hands, I kiss your mouth...tenderly and lovingly...more meaningfully...then passionately. Deeply. You respond hungrily, your hand searching for my erection. I tip you back on the bed and slide my hand between your legs, finding your wetness.
The End
© Copyright Warm Hand Jack, 11 August 2003
Reviews
<justacatfish(at)aol(dot)com>
As far as it goes, a nice piece of writing but in my view, lacking in background. I didn't have any idea what had transpired between the characters. Good dialogue, nicely written
Sassy Jo <sassy_jolene(at)hotmail(dot)com>
I think this story has phenomenal potential. The line is rarely touched on, and I like the honesty in the narrator's thoughts. I also like that he is convinced they will work it out in the end. There are places I was a bit confused but was able to work it out in the end.
I think the originality is great. And the author has a talent that will be realized with more work
Jessie
I enjoyed reading this, despite finding it disturbing. There's such depth of feeling to it. But the love expressed is troubling when taken with his earlier loss of control in punishing her. The loss of control is frightening and his current resolve to remain calm doesn't take that away.
It works incredibly well. The writing is excellent, including the dialogue. The edgy elements are wonderfully subtle. Top-notch story.