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
Not His Smile
By
Ayla <aylaanne@hotpopidiotproof.com>
He stopped and looked up at her with the smile that was so uncannily not his own. She hesitated for a moment, staring at her husband.
"You're sure you want to do this?" He asked. The voice didn't sound like him. The smile and the voice both contributed to her sense of nervousness. But still, she had wanted this for a long time, needed it. She had been surprised that he had agreed to it so quickly, but beggars can't be choosers. Her mouth had a hard time working.
"Yes."
"Alright then, bend over my lap."
She stumbled the two steps to where he was sitting on the edge of the bed and stood on his right side, staring at his lap. But she couldn't bend over. He took her by her arms and guided her over his lap. She could feel the coarse fabric of his slacks pressing into her naked breasts, it made her feel even more naked to be lying over him clothed like this. With one hand on her ass, now, he pushed her forward, until her breasts were hanging over the side of his left leg with his legs spread slightly. He guided her thighs apart.
"Are you ready?" he asked. He was rubbing her ass in circles. The hesitant feeling came back, along with that sense of nervousness. She told herself that it was her conscience. She tried to answer yes, but all that came out was a moan.
SMACK! His hand suddenly came down on her left cheek, stinging harder than she had ever been able to hit herself. It hurt, but it felt so good. SMACK! Again he hit her, on her right cheek. The warmth after the smacks seemed to be going straight to her pussy.
He hit her everywhere on her ass, all the way down to her knees, and inside her thighs right next to her pussy. She moaned and she cried. It was everything she had pictured it being and more, she felt purged of everything. She wanted more, but she couldn't tell him, all she could do was moan and cry and feel every smack.
He slowed down, and she felt slight regret. Her ass was hot and stinging, and she thought she might be dripping onto his slacks with her wetness. She had never felt as pure or as turned on as she did right then. He started playing with her in between smacks, and her moans got louder. She was sure he was going to fuck her, hoped that he would, and knew that it would be the best sex since they got married.
BAM! The door flew open, breaking her out of her lethargic trance enough to snap her head up to see who it was. "Richard? What the hell are you doing with my wife?!"
Now she knew why the smile was so strange, and her mind opened in horror. The man who had just woken her up to the most amazing experience of her life was Richard, her husband's twin brother.
She fainted.
The End
© Copyright Ayla, 28 August 2003
Reviews
Lori <peachesicu(at)aol(dot)com>
I enjoyed the surprise interruption at the end of the story. I thought the [first line] was used extremely well in the story. I enjoyed the spanking, also. At first I thought the story a bit off, but the ending made all my concerns about the premise and word usage disappear and I found this to be a very good story indeed! What fun and trouble twins can cause. Kudos to the author.
Mary <Gemladi(at)aol(dot)com>
Hahah oh my god. This was a fantastic story!!!! I loved it the descriptive was perfect and the funny one liner at the end was great!!
Sassy Jo <sassy_jolene(at)hotmail(dot)com>
GREAT JOB AUTHOR!!! Not His Smile flowed well, was original, and the use of the line excellent. I see great talent here and hope to get the opportunity to read more of your stories in the future.