My Fun-Time Phantom
By Gwen (aka Southbaydog)
Category: Beginnings/Endings ("I have a Present for You")
Word Count: 500
My fun-time phantom is a very adult version of a childhood "imaginary friend." He's quick and clever, and we have lots of fun together. Ever-present but elusive, he's there when I summon him and sometimes when I don't. I need not look very hard for him, but I can never quite catch him, never quite catch up with him. I am neither so quick nor so clever, but he remains my friend.
He is funny and wicked - at times, wickedly funny - sometimes just plain wicked. Mean. Sadistic. He spanks me the way I want when I'm good, but I can't always be good; then he's a mean spanker, for sure!
I am the most sex-obsessed person that I know (or at least that I know of), and not just sex, but sex and spanking. Most of the people that I know haven't the faintest idea of just how "bad" I really am. Of course, I would die of embarrassment if they did know, so it's just as well that they don't
Speaking of sex, my phantom friend can change his sex - gender - when necessary, though mostly he is male. That works better for me; I've always gotten along better with men than women. Though these days, I seem to be pissing off all the men in my life....
And speaking of sex, that's what I call my "fun time," because my sex life is almost strictly a solo experience. I've got to be very creative and use my imagination to conjure up the feelings that others have with a partner. That's why I call it my fun time, and my fun time would be impossible without a playmate.
My fun-time phantom is crazy about me and often brings me presents from his travels. I don't know where he goes when he's not with me, but he travels a lot and is a certifiable shopaholic as well as spankoholic.
It's such a delight to receive so many gifts: sometimes they're pretty, sparkly baubles; sometimes they're heavy leather straps and whips. He brings these things to me, but he never lets me keep them (he always takes them away when he leaves for "safekeeping"). But I know that there will be something new and wonderful, and sometimes he lets me play with my gifts more than once.
We play-act so many scenes together; sometimes it's like a play within a play, as the scenes overlap and repeat with variations. No matter how many different versions we try out, it never gets boring because we both want the same thing: to give each other as much pleasure as possible.
So even when he's really severe and sadistic and my body is criss-crossed with the marks of the whip or cane, I know that everything will be okay when he holds me in a tender embrace and kisses away the tears and pain - because he loves me dearly.
Ah, if only he were real... Oops! He's here now!
"I have a present for you...."