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
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Archivist's note: This was posted under the additional pen name Velindre <velindre@starmail.com>
Diaries Can Be Useful
By
"All mine, do you understand?"
I rubbed my hand over her vulva, and then squeezed it. It was moist.
"It is not for sharing around, understand? I demand complete fidelity, nothing less."
She was spread-eagled face down on the bed, naked, wrists tied to the head rails, legs wide apart bound firmly to the rails at the foot.
I squeezed her pussy again, harder this time. "Do you understand, bitch?"
She grunted and nodded her head.
I slashed the cane across her bottom. Her body jerked, and muffled moaning noises filtered through the gag.
God knows where the cane had come from. After I'd tied her I'd gone to the wardrobe to get a rod from a wooden coat hanger, intending to use that, but I noticed a cane standing in the corner, partly hidden by her dresses. Not looking a gift horse in the mouth I took it. Who cares how it got there. Providence? No matter. It was bloody useful.
"That pussy of yours, my darling, is exclusively mine, and nobody else's. Understand?"
I slashed the cane down once more. Her body stiffened and twisted, but was held fast by. The bindings. Tears welled in her eyes. I was not surprised. I'd brought the cane down hard.
The diary I'd found in her purse had told me everything. No name of course, but whoever it was they'd been fucking like stoats, apparently. "Why did she have to put it in writing?" I wondered. She'd described in detail how he'd watched her undress, how she'd welcomed the penetration, how it felt as he went into her. And worst of all, the detail she'd written about the spanking! My God! She liked to be spanked! Well she'd get a spanking all right.
I brought down the cane once more, deliberately aiming for the stripes left by the first strokes. Her body jerked, and she writhed helplessly.
There had to be an end to the beating, and when I untied her she rolled onto her back, her legs apart. Tears had made her mascara run, and her hair was unkempt, displaying little of its normal beauty. But her body was as seductive as ever. Her soft white breasts heaved rhythmically. Her nipples were stiff.
My erection pressed fiercely inside my Y-fronts. She stared at the bulge, then reached down and inserted a finger into her vagina, slowly and lasciviously.
"Yes," she said in a low voice. "This is yours, all yours. Any time you want, you dumb bastard. Don't you realise why I wrote that diary? To get you aroused, of course. It's all fiction, simply to get you to do what I've wanted you to do for the past three years; to spank me. Why do you think I bought that cane?"
She looked me in the eye. "Well, you've got a hard on now. Why not use it?" She moved her finger in and out. "It's yours to take; all yours."
I flung my off clothes. I took it.
The End
© Copyright Ebro, 28 August 2003
Reviews
Warm Hand Jack
This entry makes excellent use of the first line: his ownership of her sex organ (not her behind, a nice change from what one expects in a spanking story) is the ongoing theme, from his demand in the beginning to her confirmation at the end. The entry is well-written, as an episode of mutually exciting bondage and CP leading to sex.
What makes it a story, though, is the twist of the diary entry having been fabricated, in order for her to out herself and to get exactly what he thought he was imposing against her will. This could have been (should have been, I'd say) a surprising revelation, a sudden aha! moment for the reader. It failed to work that way because it's so clearly telegraphed by the title; and because the finding of the cane is described in a way that shouts plant!
I don't know what the heck to make of her insult, «you dumb bastard», and what follows. (How much more clever she'd be to say sweetheart, leaving the interpretation up to him!) Is she showing him that she's always going to be the one who's in charge, in spite of being the spankee? – Is she grabbing back the control she only pretended to give him when he thought she was in the wrong? Such a relationship is entirely possible; but I don't think a story of this length can support both D/s variations. (Yes, it's personal, too: "I've given you a nice hard-on, stupid, so you may as well fuck me" would turn me off, not on!)
So: an excellent plot idea, and still a good story (although it ends on a jarring note); but titled and told in a way that blows its lovely surprise-twist potential.
Brad <b_radleym(at)yahoo(dot)com(dot)au>
Maybe this story can be submitted as a non-fiction advice article, too. It's a good story but it can be practical advice, too. Or even the start of something big. LOL.
Pablo <pablo.stubbs(at)newsguy(dot)com>
What we have here feels like a happy ending, but there's also something very dysfunctional and sordid about the relationship. Not only did he read what he had to assume was a private diary, she expected that he'd read it, and used that to manipulate him. Stories needn't be moral tales, of course, but it's hard to feel empathy with people whose relationship is based on such dishonesty. It feels like the foundation here is lust, and not love, possessiveness rather than closeness.
Having said all that, it's nicely, luridly written, the images evoked very strongly. The two of them at least seem to be made for each other.