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
Organizer's Note: There is not a lot of spanking here, and there is a certian amount of BDSM.
Archivist's Note: This is a very good and very edgy story. It's not, however, a spanking story.
Hard Limit
By
Warm Hand Jack
"You betrayed my trust."
"Yes, Master."
Naked except for her pink collar, she stood before him, head bowed.
"You will not call me Master. You are no longer my Pet."
"Yes,...Sir."
"Take off your collar." Her eyes filled with tears as she unfastened it and handed it to him. He sliced it in half with his pocket knife and dropped the pieces on the floor.
"While I was away, you played a game with my brother. You called him Master. You allowed him to call you Pet. You violated our vows."
"Master – Sir,...."
"Never mind how far it went. That in itself was much too far. You knew at the time it was much too far. Did you not?"
"Yes, Sir."
"You violated our vows, and you betrayed my trust. Did you not?"
"Yes, Sir."
"You must be punished. Must you not?"
"Yes, Sir."
"Cuff yourself to the rack. Facing it." She buckled the ankle straps tightly, needing it to hurt. He had always bound her himself, taking pride in his handiwork. And he had always touched her, even when he was tying her to be punished.
Awkwardly, she used each hand to strap the other wrist tightly into its restraint. The wrist cuffs were joined together by a short, stout chain; attached to that was a longer chain that circled the winding drum.
He tilted the rack and locked it in its horizontal position. The ratchet clicked ominously as he turned the geared handle, tightening the chain until her arms were fully extended, then taut. A few more turns: arms and legs uncomfortably stretched.
He had always racked her to the point of extreme discomfort, never agony. But this time he continued to turn the handle, slowly, pulling her muscles and joints farther than they had ever been stretched. She had a high pain threshold, but now her distress showed in her tightly-clenched eyes and her wide-open, gasping mouth. Another turn. And another.
He surveyed the dozens of pinkish welts and whitish scars left from five years of loving attention: appreciation; caring; correction. So many implements...so many sessions. In the past two days he hadn't even spoken to her.
He examined the highly detailed tattoo that flowed from her right shoulder all the way down to her waist: three long, graceful stalks of white-blossomed obedient plant, their stems tied with a three-looped pink bow. Her own design. The pain of the needles had been so different from the pain he gave her...she'd fainted twice during the long ordeal, but had insisted on having it completed in one session, determined to prove to Him her absolute and perfect submission.
He spoke quietly. "We had only one hard limit...did we not?"
"Yes, Sir." She couldn't remember what it was. Something red. She couldn't remember anything, only the fierce bite of the cuffs and the terrible agony of her over-stretched body.
The tattoo was an affront to him now. A lie. He gripped the scalpel and laid its gleaming edge beside the highest petal. With utmost care, he sliced the first long, red incision down her back.
The End
© Copyright Warm Hand Jack, 29 August 2003
Reviews
Ted <quixotoes(at)aol(dot)com>
This story pushes zero buttons for me; in fact it pushes negative buttons. It is, however, well constructed and literate.
Sir Hal <janhaltn(at)earthlink(dot)net>
I did not enjoy this story but it was a well crafted story. This story went way beyond spanking but there are no rules that said it could not. The word pictures were clear. I do hope that this writer continues to push the limits. I think that is necessary. You don't need to enjoy every story you read to still get something out of them. This story proves that.
Kent Stoneking <kentls01(at)msn(dot)com>
I know the category is edgy, but this just went way over the edge for me. I also don't feel it's a spanking story. Given this guy, the «welts and...scars» could be anyplace on her body, and caused by anything.
I suppose one could argue that the woman is accepting her punishment willingly, but I can't see it as anything other than abuse.