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
We All Have Our Methods
By
Michal Altair Valasek aka Rider <rider@rider.cz>
When I received that invitation, I gave it a quick look and put it into trash. There are only few more boring things than school reunions. One of those things is waiting for train because the only things you saw from the previous one was the back lights. And the bar was only few steps from the railway station....
So now I am sitting in a low-class restaurant snug and watching my classmates. Most of them I haven't seen for five years since our final exams. And to be honest, I have not missed them.
We were all-girls school. All the women are about twenty-four years old like I am, but concerned with their marriages, children, husbands and such things. I think that most of the people marry only to have something they can complain at. And it's exactly what they're doing right now.
How lazy and unwilling their husbands are – unable to clean up anything, unable to do any housework, to be accurate, and so on.
And they're sharing tips on how to survive the partnership: bribing (by warm supper), extorting (by refusing sex), persuading (by not stop scolding) or simply giving up.
My method is a combination of them all: when you want someone to do what you want (and not only once), you must make it somehow attractive for them. We all have our hidden strings, and a wise person can play on them. The only catch is that everyone has the strings different: what is unbearable torture for one is only boredom for another – and bliss for a third.
I'm silently writing a text message on my cellular phone: "I'll be at home in hour and half. Right now strip naked and shove that big plug up to your ass. Then wash the dishes and put away the laundry. You'll wait kneeling in the hallway. I'll thoroughly check your work, so have the whip out and ready. And I would not be fully satisfied by anything, prepare your ass too! Michaela."
"And how are you, Mickie?" Of course, Jana. She knows me well and how much I hate it when she distorts my name – and she does it just only for that reason.
"Fine. My boyfriend and I are just fine, sweetie," I reply with a big sticky smile, pressing the send button, maybe harder than necessary.
He has better do excellent work for I'm not in pleasant mood. But he will, I know. As well as he knows that would have a red ass, regardless how hard he would try. And as far I know him, even now he is very excited by this vision.
Someone would call this bribing, extorting, persuading and maybe even resignation. I think that we all have our strings. And we all have our methods.
The End
© Copyright Rider, 08 August 2003
Visit me at: http://www.rider.cz
Reviews
Ted <quixotoes(at)aol(dot)com>
Despite some grammatical skids, this story knowingly captures – by use of cell technology – two disparate scenes. The author has succinctly captured the personality of the narrator and at the same time provided a quick study in the arts of persuasion.
Redhawk <redhawk(at)screaminet(dot)com>
Not to be overly cruel but I just didn't enjoy this story at all. It was well written grammatically though and there must be given some credit for that. This just wasn't about spanking enough for me and what was there was adult spanking.
C_bear <teddybearbrat(at)cableone(dot)net>
I enjoyed this one and oh what methods, and not much to complain about either. If more ladies would do this I think they would find that we weren't nearly so lazy or hard to encourage to help out around the house, I know I wouldn't complain about housework with that kind of punishment/reward. :) I can just hear the message back "Yes, Mistress; at once." :)