SSC 2007: Porn [M/F] 500 words; Adult

They were spread out over the metal coffee table with a couple of tiny yellow Post-It pads supporting one leg. Glossy pages of careful, luscious poses.

"I found these under the mattress," said Adam, nodding to the contraband.

Melissa could feel the hot color warming her cheeks as she faced the blue-gold shag.

"Didn't imagine I'd ever find them there, did you?" he asked.

The instinctual gulp before she found her words. "No, Sir."

Adam sighed. Shook his head.

"I must say, I'm disappointed in you. Your lack of creativity. Allowing someone to exploit your fantasies for their own financial gain -- not to mention the people who work for them."

"But these people are Swedish," insisted Melissa as she pointed. "They always treat their workers well. And they don't cost much!"

"Excuse me?" The sharpness of his voice stunned Melissa back into silence. Back to staring at the blue-gold shag. "I think leather would be most appropriate on this occasion. Fetch me the strap, please."

"Yes, Sir." Melissa bit her bottom lip as she went to the bedroom. Pursed her lips as she returned to the living room and handed the strap to Adam.

"Right, then. Bare bottom, please. Over the back of the sofa." Adam unbuttoned and rolled up his right shirt sleeve while Melissa removed her trousers and panties and draped her voluptuous creamy buttocks over the plain, brown couch.

"I'm going to give you fifty."

She gasped but swallowed the protest filling her lungs.

"Count them, please," he instructed.

"Yes, Sir."

Adam's strokes were sharp, rapid splats that were hard for Melissa to keep up with.

By eight she began to panic knowing that forty-two more loomed ahead.

By seventeen she began to release her grip on the bottom of the sofa back.

By twenty-nine she was shutting her eyes tight and stumbling over the numbers.

By forty she was moving her hips back and forth to at least move the burn around.

Finally it came.

"Fifty," she squeaked out. Adam helped her stand up and led her around to the front of the couch.

"Alright, big cuddle for my girl," he said as he laid down and pulled her to him. Melissa smiled. She always smiled when it was over and he said that and they cuddled. "You and your furniture porn," tutted Adam.

"But look..." Melissa pointed to the bed on the cover of the Pottery Barn catalog. "So pretty! Oh and this..." She picked up the Ikea catalog and flipped to a coffee table. "...Would look perfect in our living room, see? And look at the price!"

"Fecking Ike-er," Adam sneered. "I see you've learned your lesson well."

About as well as the British have learned to pronounce words that end in an "a" without adding an "r." But saying that would be too cheeky.

"Yep," Melissa replied with a grin, "I need to hide my porn better."

There's always room, however, to be a little cheeky.

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This story is in honor of the grand opening of the Portland Ikea in a few hours...finally!

And I wish I could say this story was completely fictional, but, um, it really is inspired by real life events -- both past and forthcoming. <gulp>

I thought this was a really creative idea for a story.  I enjoyed it because I could not figure out what exactly the problem was with a little bit of porn! I was hoping the context would be better explained when I reached the "twist" and discovered that this was not conventional pornography at all! That said, I think this story could easily have had a place in the object fetish category as well.

I loved the twist at the end of the story.  I didn't expect the porn to be a furniture catalogue.  That was very creative.  It was made even more amusing when I later referred back to the beginning when Melissa was sharing her justification for reading.  I also appreciated the description of the spanking's progression.  It was enjoyable to read about Melissa's reactions to the spanking as the strokes increased.

I have to say...this threw me.  It was VERY original and well thought out, however, not exactly my thing.  I enjoyed the spanking in it, and it was well written, and kept me guessing until the end.

This was clever and fresh, well written, and so very human.  To top it off, it was just plain funny.  It just doesn't get any better than this.

For shame!  Being spanked for decorating porn, how mean!

I loved that this story was already quite hot and was constructed so we wondered about the sort of woman who'd have porn under her mattress (sort of a gender switching premise) only to discover that we've been duped -- that she was being "stereotypically" girl all along.

Hope the new Ikea has been good for you!  Maybe we can have an SSC someday using characters with Ikea names.