This short story is an entry in the 2001 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:  Adult
Warning: Although this story has references to sex and spanking, it does not follow the arc of the typical s.s.s. story.
 

Oooh,Roger, that feels so good.

So does that, your hand-- the way it's moving. God, your fingers feel like they're made of silk.

Oooh, right there, do that again. That's so nice.  Right there on my . . .  oh, not quite so hard.

Like this?

That's it.  More, more.

You're so good, Jennifer, you always know just where to touch me.

You know what I love?  The way you're always so big and hard.

Hasn't it always been like that with you?  I mean, other guys?

Well, not everyone. Not all the time.  But you, you're like some kind of I don't know, like a rock.  How do you .. .

You really want to know?

Ummm.

I mean we've been going together now, what, three months, and I've never felt so comfortable with a girl.  We can be so open.  You're so easy, so, I don't know, so accepting or something.

Ohhh, right there, more.

I feel like we've gotten so close, like we really know each other, more than with any other girl I've been with.  So if you really want to know, I mean, I feel like I can tell you anything, can't I?

Oh, yes, anything.  Just keep doing that, slow.  A little faster.  There.

Well, the truth is, all the time I'm imagining what it would be like to spank you.

Spank me?

Yeah, I mean you've got such a beautiful bottom, and I have this fantasy -- when I'm with you like this, when I'm alone, all the time -- this fantasy that you've been naughty, and I put you across my lap and spank you.  I even thought that maybe, because we're so open and trusting and everything, maybe we could just try it a little. . . .

You want to spank me?  That's what you're thinking about when we're making love?

Well, yes.  Oh God, I knew I shouldn't have said anything.  I knew it.  Now you probably think I'm sick or something.

No, honey.  I never said that.

But you're thinking it.

No, I mean I wouldn't exactly use the word sick.

Damn.

Poor Roger.  What's happened sweetie?  You've gone all . .  What's happened to it?

I knew I shouldn't have said anything.

It'll come back won't it?  You can get it back now, can't you?  I didn't mean to get you all upset.

Just forget it, would you.

It'll be all right.  You know my uncle I told you about?  The one that got in trouble.  He's been seeing this therapist, and he's really made a lot of improvement.  Even after he's finishes the community service I bet he'll be . . Anyway, I think they have drugs now that you could . .  Prozac maybe or something like that.  Where's my bra anyway?

You're going?

And my other shoe.  I have this meeting real early tomorrow.  I told you, remember?

Not really.  But I'll call you, okay?  I mean, we're so close, why let a little thing like this . . .So I'll call you?

I guess so.  I mean, sure.

© Copyright Summer, 2001

Reviews

Frank  <sswitcher(at)yahoo(dot)com>
This piece leaves one feeling a deep empathy for poor Roger, and an equally strong revulsion towards heartless, selfish, ignorant Jennifer.  Of course in art - as in life - one cannot always expect a happy ending.  But then again, this is just one incident.  Who knows - maybe later Roger is able to overcome Jennifer's prejudices, and things do work out O.K. after all?

Michele  <mcasson(at)telus(dot)com>
There's a naturalness and initial tenderness to this piece that's very appealing. The dialogue is realistic; the reader can easily imagine the two lovers in their bed. But the story has a bite to it, and the reader learns the price that is sometimes paid for being honest and vulnerable.  Bird has crafted a story that is erotic, bittersweet, painful and humorous.