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
Abandon
By
Courtney <Courtenesca@aol.com>
Snippets of light, the knife gleams like the reflection of a polished mirror. Her blue eyes, bleary from exhaustion, fight for clear sight of her captor. But he hides well. It wouldn't do to give her what she wants. Not when she is utterly under his thumb.
His hand trails up the moist bare flesh of her side. The sharpness of the poised weapon is cool to the touch.... Ticklish, yes. Always. She jolts against the pervasive tingle. And against her drowning fear of being cut. Entrapped within her stout chains, once again, she gains not her desire. He laughs at her from the swarming shadows.
Her breath comes in ragged gasps. His deft fingers pluck her pink nipples till they chafe from the friction.... And ache – guilty – with building need. The clamp on her clit digs deep with insidious razor-teeth. Every exhalation of her bound body creates tremors of exquisite torment....
She throbs from the strapping. From her pale shoulders to in between her thighs – front and back, of course – he's wrought his skill with the precision of a virtuoso. She is sure to be very well marked.... Would they dust her body for fingerprints, she muses? Do a DNA test on the hot cum dripping copiously from her ass?
He twists her long raven hair, commanding her lips to his. He scours her soft mouth with his driving tongue. Their eyes meet during this passionate onslaught; she inexplicably kissing him back; wanting to swallow – devour – the power he has over her....
"Please, I'll do anything you want...." He had her; she'd surrendered after a respectable enough run. But the end was never in any possible doubt.
His naked cock, hard once more, rams into her; the clamp tearing along her tender nub. Her shrieks of pain inflame him like a siren's call. His rough hands knead her sore, strapped bottom, impaling her ruthlessly on his slick rod. She fits him like a velvet glove.
He spanks her hard as he fucks her – punishing and praising her reckless abandon – working her into overwhelming spasms of light and dark....
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
...He never follows her – after. But he often wonders where she goes. What does she do when not slumming around the edge?
But, eventually, he tries not to think too much. This is her gig. He is but a willing instrument in her next dark scenario.
The End
© Copyright Courtney, 31 August 2003
Reviews
Kent Stoneking <kentls01(at)msn(dot)com>
Although this seemed more like a bondage/knife play/rape fantasy story to me than a spanking story, the author did a good job of describing the setting and the woman's feelings.
Trisha Allen <trishaallen(at)mindspring(dot)com>
Wow! This entry is written well. I can understand her emotions and fear. However, I was shocked to find out she wanted this. Category was well chosen. Strange tale, but I like it.
Ted <Quixotoes(at)aol(dot)com>
The author has a worthy idea – to do a tick-tock of dread and pain from the victim's point of view, with a slight, if not predictable, twist at the end. Where this falls short is in the actual writing, a collection of cliches and mixed metaphors made all the more jarring to this reviewer by the insertion of vulgar vernacular amid the attempted word smithery.
Lori <peachesicu(at)aol(dot)com>
I really liked the ending on this story. It is here the true characters are reveled after their introdution in the extreme nature of a scene. I didn't see the ending coming, and I like that alot. The climax was the loss of physical tension and the lingering emotional tension. I enjoyed that the ending left one wondering along with the Dom. Anything with this much punishment and knife play belongs in the extreme category. Well done Court.