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: Edge
Giving Up Smoking Is Painful
By
Valerie Meilong <meilong@excite.com>
Being asked to pull down your knickers in the presence of a man in a small room is embarrassing for a female. "Better to take them off completely," she decided, and got onto the examination couch, face down.
She didn't pull her skirt up. That gave him a problem; MDs are not supposed to adjust patient's clothing. Nevertheless, he lifted her skirt.
He gave a faint whistle. Her bottom had twelve vivid cane-stripes on it.
"Wow!" he said. " Who did this to you?"
"Nobody," she said. "They just sort of appeared. The first time I noticed them was when I woke up this morning. They hurt, too!"
"But somebody must have done it," he said. "Where did you go last night?"
"Nowhere," she insisted adamantly. "I had an early night. I woke up like this."
He fetched some ointment and gently smoothed it over the stripes. It eased the pain.
"Can someone apply the salve this evening?"
"No. I live alone."
"Well, come here again tomorrow morning then." She agreed to do so.
The bruises took a week to fade.
Two weeks later she bumped into a former boyfriend in the supermarket.
"Valerie! You're looking radiant. Are you…?"
She smiled. "No, I'm not pregnant. I've given up smoking, that's all."
"Marvellous! How?"
"Hypnosis. I went to a specialist. It worked like a charm."
"Congrats," he said, and drifted away.
That night she got a telephone call. It was her hypnotherapist. Could he come around for a chat?
"Of course!"
He arrived carrying a leather medicine bag. "I have to see another patient later," he explained.
"You're still off the cigarettes?" he asked. He seemed pleased when she said yes.
"What have you been doing with yourself?" His tone was casual.
"Nothing, really. The only bit of excitement was when I went to see my Doctor about some mysterious bruises that appeared overnight."
He frowned and looked worried.
Casually, from his pocket he produced a pocket watch on a gold chain, and murmuring softly he dangled it before her eyes. She immediately fell into a deep sleep.
Opening his medical bag he took out a schoolgirl's uniform, pleated gym slip, white shirt, school tie, and blue regulation knickers. "Put them on my dear," he said silkily. Then he took out a cane.
He watched her remove her clothes and don the uniform.
"You've been naughty," he said sternly. "That means punishment. You know what to do!"
She touched her toes. He lifted her skirt and bared her bottom.
After twelve vicious strokes of the cane he told her to straighten up.
In tears, but still in a trance, she accompanied him to the bedroom. He made her strip, and laid her on the bed. Then, removing his clothes, he positioned himself between her legs.
When his climax had fully subsided she was given detailed instructions.
Next morning she remembered nothing of the previous night's experience, though she wondered how she'd got the stripes.
She did not go to her Doctor.
The End
Comment: This really pushes towards the outer edge of my fantasies. I've often wondered whether under hypnosis I could be made to do something I didn't want to do. I think that if I were told by a hypnotist to remove my clothes in public I would not do it, but suppose he told me I was completely alone in my bedroom getting ready for a bath I believe I would undress, even if I were in public for I would be unaware of being in public. I also believe that hypnotists can make people forget an experience, and I feel it possible that I could be caned under hypnotism and made to forget who did the caning. An unscrupulous hypnotherapist could do this to me, I am certain. The thought makes me shudder.
© Copyright Valerie Meilong 12 August 2003
Reviews
Patricia <patricia(at)cedar(dot)net>
Well as you say, it is edge. But I would find it hard to believe that any competent doctor is going to accept that the bruises simply appeared. It's your story, and as such, you can have anything you want happen it. But by adding the note at the bottom, it seemed to me you were inviting remarks as to whether or not others believe as you do. And the answer to that is no, I don't believe a hypnotist can put someone under deep enough to do something they are not basically wanting to do. And yes, I have been hypnotized. But if you are not basically willing to try it, I don't believe you will if you are hypnotized and the suggestion is made.
Warm hand Jack
This is a good story to illustrate the writer's comment-stated fear of what an unscrupulous hypnotist might be able to get away with.
The first session was functional and effective. The second, though, has no purpose beyond the quack's self-gratification, which is where the serious edge comes in. This is stressed by the fact that he doesn't even bother to reinforce the no-smoking lesson. (It also suggests that the first session could have included a sexual component; probably not, since it was in the office, but is that being suggested by the glow the ex-boyfriend notices?) I have trouble believing that the trance could be induced so easily, and that the first stroke of the cane wouldn't break it, and I question a cane fitting in a medical bag; but it's admittedly a fantasy.
It's an interesting concept, well put together and with no serious technical flaws.
Pablo <pablo(dot)stubbs(at)newsguy(dot)com>
This is indeed an edgy, uncomfortable read. It's curious – though oddly unsurprising in a way that I'm not sure I can explain - that the edginess is described by the author as coming from the non-consensuality of the caning, when this is also a rape story.
Structurally, the point-of-view might be a small problem here. The story is essentially the female character's, yet by necessity we have to shift to a completely omniscient third-person view in order to see what happens to her under hypnosis. I'm wondering if there might have been a way to handle that more subtly perhaps – maintaining a first-person POV, and only suggesting at what might have happened? That might have been even creepier.
There's a complex story told here with real efficiency and narrative drive, and it works in just the way it was intended to.