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
Spies. All Spies, I Tell You!
By
Valerie Meilong <meilong@excite.com>
"The burned hand teaches best."
I heard this snippet while in Starbucks; among the babble, out of context.
I looked around to see who said it. It was crowded. Mostly pairs, Boss-secretary; husband-wife; co-workers, and an occasional lone homemakers like me. The search failed.
The phrase intrigued me. All day I wrestled with it. What was it? Proverb? Aphorism? Epigram? Maxim? Quip?
My husband came home. He put his hand inside my bra and tweaked a nipple. He was horny. I can always tell. Little signs.
He told me what he'd done that day. I told him what I'd not done that day. We ate, watched CNN, then he said, "Upstairs!"
"What for?"
"Punishment."
"What've I done to deserve punishment?"
"It matters?"
Upstairs, I removed my dress, went to the bathroom, peed, washed my hands. He was now sitting on a chair looking impatient.
That damn phrase kept running through my head.
I took off my bra and panties. He frowned. He preferred me fully clothed for a spanking so he could pull up my skirt and pull my panties down himself. But I was not in the mood for frivolities. It was that bloody phrase. Round and round it went. "The burned hand.... The burned hand...."
He pulled me over his lap. I was still engrossed, and he'd smacked me several times before I realised it. "You don't mind if I think about a phrase, do you?" I said.
I didn't mean to say it aloud, but an extra-heavy smack reminded me that I had.
"Ow!"
"So you're awake!"
Then it hit me. Ivan Ivanovitch! Of course! The spy! It was a code!
Then he hit me.
He was mad now. I didn't care. I'd cracked it.
At last he let me up. He nodded towards the bed. I got on it. He removed his clothes and got on me.
I was still thinking while he was inside me, planning.
He climaxed, turned over, and fell asleep.
Ivan Ivanovitch, incidentally, was the my husband's company lawyer. He was a spy, I just knew.
I stalked him at lunchtime with the eagerness of a virgin waiting for her first spanking.
He met a female outside Starbucks. They sat down. The only other vacant table was not close. I strained my ears.
"The burned hand teaches best." he said. At least I think that's what he said.
"West is west," she replied, or I think that's what she said.
Codes!
I slunk away before they saw me. Spies! I was sure. My husband came home. He put his hand under my skirt. He was horny. I can always tell. Little things.
"Upstairs?" I said.
"For?"
"Punishment. I've been naughty."
"It matters?" he replied.
In the bedroom he pulled me across his lap and took down my knickers. He likes doing that.
"Bed?" he said after the spanking.
"Nah!" I said. "Later! I've prepared cocktails and snacks. I'll eat them standing up.
Besides, I've got some interesting gossip."
The End
© Copyright Valerie Meilong 21 August 2003
Reviews
Kent Stoneking <kentls01(at)msn(dot)com>
Although this story does make a good use of the opening line, it's pretty much
incoherent. I couldn't tell if the wife was part of an espionage agency, was paranoid, or just
had too much free time on her hands. The significance of the spy being the
husband's company lawyer was completely unexplained. Moreover, it wasn't really a
spanking story; the spanking was incidental, and the story could have been written using
any kind of foreplay.
Jessie
I appreciate the author's attempt to build a story around one line, but I think it fell
short. I don't understand why this line became such an obsession for the narrator, even to
the point that she still focused on it during sex. As well, the punctuation and grammar need
quite a bit of editing.
Ladiejj <ladiejj(at)msn(dot)com>
This story is a little hard to get, there are some interesting possibilities here but the author
doesn't lead the reader anywhere. The story is told in a choppy burst of idea way.
There are some interesting images but it doesn't flow as well as it could. It is as if this story
is not about spanking even though it has a spanking in it. OR maybe it is about a woman
that is into spanking but wants more than what she is getting at home. I think this is a nice
start to a story and with a little work it could be made better. This story does makes the
reader think and that is always a good thing.