SSC07: Spanking Interrupted (Edge)
by

Simon

I actually wrote this for the 2005 SSC, but for various reasons never got around to posting it. The fact that two years on it's just as relevant and topical as it was then, perhaps more so, makes me sick.

This is one of those stories that just popped into my head and demanded to be written. It squicks me out and I wrote it, so don't say you weren't warned.

Spanking Interrupted

Zainab looked at her husband from under her fluttering eyelids, trying not to smile. "I know I've been a naughty girl." she said, the undertone of a giggle clearly audible in her voice. "Please will you spank me very hard on my bare bottom." She undressed slowly, while Faisal watched enraptured. As his wife exposed her luscious olive-skinned body he marvelled, as he had done so many times before, on how lucky he was to have such a beautiful wife.

Once naked, Zainab draped herself across her husband's lap, her bottom raised to receive her spanking. Faisal scolded her briefly, then raised his hand and cracked it hard against her quivering buttocks. He began to spank her briskly, his hand working over her bottom. Zainab writhed and squirmed deliciously, her bottom clenching and relaxing, her legs jerking and kicking. They soon abandoned all pretence of a punishment, and Zainab gasped and giggled as her husband started to intersperse his spanks with gentle caresses, his hand stroking her reddened cheeks, or sliding between her legs to drive her wild with excitement.

It was just as Zainab was starting to climb off her husband's lap, intending to push him down on the bed, that the door exploded inwards. The room was suddenly full of soldiers, their bodies bulky with body armour and helmets, their loud voices jarring and deafening in the confined space. Faisal swung his wife bodily behind him onto the bed, where she hastily wrapped a blanket around herself and cowered in terror.

One of the soldiers grinned at the sight of Zainab and moved to pull her out from behind her husband. Faisal moved instinctively to block him, and another soldier stepped in and drove his rifle butt into Faisal's chest, slamming him across the bedroom. The first soldier pulled the blanket from Zainab, exposing her naked body and making her scream in terror and shame. Faisal, his breath ragged, his chest a mass of pain, struggled to move forward, desperate to help his wife. Suddenly the room was full of noise and light as one of the soldiers fired, the burst from his rifle catching Faisal in the head. Zainab screamed hysterically as her husband's head exploded in a shower of blood, brains and bone fragments. The soldiers chuckled. Zainab hurled herself at the one who had fired, clawing at his face with her fingernails. She managed to draw blood before being smashed to the ground and pounded into unconsciousness by boots and rifle butts.

The sergeant looked down at her. "Get the bitch into the Bradley." he said calmly. "I'm gonna take my time with that cunt back at base." His radio crackled and he thumbed the activator. "Anything to report ?" asked the lieutenant in his ear. The sergeant surveyed the blood-spattered apartment, and the sight of the naked, battered woman being dragged out by two soldiers. "No sir !" he said smartly. "Nothing to report. Just another day bringing freedom and democracy to Iraq."

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This is a very unique and creative story idea.  It's like nothing I've seen before and that's something I really appreciate in a story.

The beginning of the piece has a very light-hearted tone and that provides a great contrast to later events.  I enjoy the loving and playful relationship shown between the two main characters.  The spanking itself is well-described and appealing to read.  The entrance of the intruders is an unexpected surprise.  The horror of the situation is extreme and fits the Edge category perfectly.  Also, the frantic pain that the woman felt just after her husband was killed was palpable in this story.  The ending line has an ironic twist that I found both sad and amusing.

I had to read this story several times, walk away from it and then read it several times more before writing this review.  It is, in some ways, a perfect example of the "what were you doing when" moment.  The idea that life has both before moments and after moments.

I'm not sure the author entirely succeeds in creating the ideal "before" moment -- in some ways I'd like to see a more poetic and seductive tone before the soldiers break in so that the effect was more shattering. Making it less clear exactly who the soldiers were would in some ways be more powerful but might also remove the text's intended politics.

There aren't very many polemical spanking stories out there. Whether it means to or not, this one is likely to polarise its readership. Two points seem worth making, though. The first is simply that this is very well written; it's not subtle, but the writing is entirely evocative enough to make its point effectively. The second is that the underlying message of the story - or what I take to be the underlying message - is that the people whom we so often consider only as casualty numbers have lives every bit as rich and diverse and *kinky* as ours. In that sense, it *does* seem to matter that the characters are enjoying kinky play before the walls come crashing down. What more effective way to present to a kinky audience that these people are basically no different from us?

This is edgy, but it doesn't really strike me as a spanking story. If it started off with the couple having vanilla sex or eating breakfast, but ended the same way, it would be the same story in every way that counts.  So... a disturbing read, and quite well written, but not a strong SSC entry in my opinion.