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: Ageplay
Organizer's Note: This story depicts the violent death of several characters, which might not be expected in this category.
Two at the Price of One
By
Valerie Meilong <meilong@excite.com>
He was wearing a mortarboard and gown; dressed as the archetypal headmaster. He was not handsome; and every one of his sixty years clearly showed.
She was wearing a boater, a blazer with a school crest, a crisp white shirt, striped school tie, green gymslip, and black nylon stockings; a typical schoolgirl.
"Your exam results," he said coldly. "They're all bad, except Trigonometry. This is out of keeping with the other results. You either used a crib, or copied someone else's work."
She hung her head.
"I shall punish you."
The word punish floated significantly within the sentence.
"I shall cane you." There was heavy emphasis on the word cane.
She tried to look contrite.
"On your bare bottom."
There was saliva on his lips as he said, "bare bottom."
"Take off your blazer," he said tersely. "and give me your tie."
She did what was ordered, then lifted her skirt. He wrapped the tie around her, fastening the skirt up high.
"Bend over that chair, please."
The word please sounded incongruous, and she smiled.
Slowly and lasciviously he pulled down her plain white knickers to below her stocking tops.
His erection pressed hard against the crotch of his Y-fronts.
He picked up the cane.
It slashed down.
"Ow!" she said.
There were two more strokes, each eliciting a cry of pain from her.
He unzipped his pants, and let his erect penis poke through his Y-fronts. She looked around and smiled when she saw what he'd done.
He lifted the cane again.
Suddenly the door crashed open. "Christ!" said an angry voice. It came from a small man, thin face, and a pencil moustache. His eyes were blazing. There was a gun in his hand.
The boater fell off as she leaped to her feet. "My God! You!"
It was her husband!
"You filthy sod!" said the outraged man, and pulled the trigger. By pure mischance the first bullet went into the headmaster's heart. He was dead before his body hit the carpet.
The gunman looked at his wife, skirts tied neatly around her waist, her knickers down around her knees. There were two more shots. Blood stained her white shirt. She collapsed, writhing and moaning pitifully, face down on the floor.
He stared at the cane-stripes on her naked bottom. "You partial to pain, aren't you? he hissed. He put the gun to the back of her neck and fired. "That's one avenue of pleasure that's now closed, sweetie."
He turned, left the room, and went out of the front door.
The police were waiting. "Get him, sergeant," snapped Inspector Harriman. The gunman was grabbed and cuffed.
Later that day the sergeant said accusingly, "You knew that was going to happen, didn't you? That's why we were there."
"Can I help it if someone tipped chummy off to what his wife was up to? Think about it, we've got rid of two villains from our manor.
"Yeah," said the sergeant cynically. "Two at the price of one."
The End
© Copyright Valerie Meilong 10 August 2003
Reviews
Brad <b_radleym(at)yahoo(dot)com(dot)au>
The plot was original and the ending, surprising. But it was too violent for my taste. I'm glad there was a warning stated at the beginning.
Sir Hal <janhaltn(at)earthlink(dot)net>
This story left me very confused. I understand this story was entered the age play category. I still am confused about the age play in this story. As Don can tell you, I have had this story for over a week. I keep thinking, because of all that is going on in my life at this time, that I was just missing something. Well after taking lots of time and reading the story over again, I am still missing something. The story is not clear to me. I am not sure what the author wanted us to get from this story. I fail to understand how the Head Master and the student getting killed got rid of any problems from the manor. Are we to believe that getting a spanking or giving a spanking should be considered some sort of crime? I also had a language problem I think. When I am forced to go to an dictionary to find out that a boater is a type of straw hat, it somewhat disrupts the story. I did my best with this story and I hope I did justice with my review. Without further delay, am sending in this review. I hope that the other reviewers do not have the problems that I had with this story.
Rosa
Right up until the gunman burst through the door, I was so happy to see a schoolgirl story with all of the fixins! Unfortunately, the violent turn – turned me off totally and completely. If that was the intent, then you accomplished the objective. The story was entered in age-play, however, imo, the violence of the ending catapulted the story right out of the age-play and into edge. Maybe you will have a different response from the other reviewers, but there was nothing extraordinary nor clever here, and the story simply didn't work at all for me.