SSC 2007
Category - Edge (Explanation after the story)
Author - David McKnight
Comment - Best appreciated when read aloud
Title - A Small Sand Shovel
I stand on the balcony of the seaside motel gazing down at my sexy, young spouse. She looks stunning as she stretches out on her back sunbathing. I suspect the show will soon begin. Sure enough, she waits until two young studs are nearby then removes her top. She slowly folds it and gracefully places it at her side. Sensuously she turns over onto her stomach. The men see this entire scene.
Sharon is a tease and an exhibitionist. I let her wear a thong, but forbid topless. She just broke our understanding - I need to punish her. Erotic spankings are an essential element of our sex life. Punishment spankings began when she received three speeding tickets in four weeks. I've disciplined her two times since and a third is imminent.
I storm down the steep stairs. Approaching her, I see a small sand shovel left behind by a child. I pick it up and discover it's made of thick, solid plastic. I strike my thigh with its flat surface. It has sufficient weight and an exceptional sting - much superior to my hand.
I kneel on her left side, and place a hand in the small of her back. She startles, but relaxes when she sees me. "I saw you showing your breasts and that means a spanking."
"Oh, Steve," she pleads. "Must you spank me? I just gave them a sneak peek."
I bring down the shovel on her slim, sweet behind with all the strength I can deliver. "Ouch," she screams. "You can't spank me outside, someone will see."
That's exactly what's about to transpire. If she associates showing her breasts with stinging pain and shame, maybe she'll stop. The sand shovel shines in the sunlight as it descends ten, twenty, thirty times on her slender, bare buns. She starts to shed tears. When her rump is sufficiently red, I spank her sit spot and thighs. She spasms in agony, but knows not to struggle. Her sobbing increases, but she remains with her arms over her head and her legs straight as ten, twenty smacks suddenly strike this sensitive area. I admire the self-control she shows by sustaining her pose.
I spot several families observing the scene. I'm sure Sharon does also, since she keeps swishing her head from side to side. A few teenagers are pointing and snickering. I continue spanking her thighs until they are as scarlet as her ass. When I stop, I say, "Stay like this for fifteen minutes. I want to give all spectators sufficient time to see your well-spanked backside."
"Please," she begs, "let me put the rest of my swimsuit on so we can go upstairs."
I don't squabble with her. I just glance at my watch and start the observation session. When time expires, I assist in replacing her top, and then I softly squeeze her hand as I escort her up the stairs. In the seclusion of our suite, the real spanking with a strap starts.
Edge Explanation - I find this story edgy because it contains an outside spanking in front of spectators, hard spanking on the thighs, and the promise of an immediate second spanking with a strap.