Suitable Replacement
500 words, Copyright 2009 to Andrew Angerclashes.
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"I can't stay over tonight," she told him, putting down her glass, "I have a presentation tomorrow."
She slid to his side. He pulled her close and hugged her. All of a sudden she was loose and running from him, giggling. She felt elated as she heard him give chase through the apartment. He laughed and told her to get over here or he'd give her a spanking when he caught her.
He hung back for a while, toying with her. Finally she spun round and he took her in his arms. Laughing as they breathed heavily. His chest felt so warm. His hands caressed her face then slid downwards to her breasts. He felt them through the dress. He grabbed a fistful of cloth in each hand and tore it off her body in a smooth movement. The ripping, shredding sound of the tearing fabric sent shivers down her as inch by inch the action bared her skin. The rent cloth slid off her leaving her clad only in her thong.
"My dress!" she squealed. "Too bad," he said. He kissed and licked her breasts, leaving her weak at the knees. He touched her crotch, enveloping it in his palm and then stroking it with his fingers. He knelt before her and slid down her panties. His mouth was so close to her that she felt faint and thrust herself towards his face. He guided the damp panties down her legs and off her, pocketing them. "Confiscated," he declared.
Standing, he kissed her full on the lips. His fingers kneaded her buttocks. His lips were irresistible and his tongue was divine.
Then he sat down on his bed and pulled her over his lap.
She felt even more naked now because he was clothed and she was not, but also because her soft bottom lay before him in such a vulnerable position. She felt so sexy. She moaned and pouted as he scolded and then moaned in earnest as he spanked her, turning her skin pink. She opened her legs and tilted her buttocks further upwards. Her punishment went on and on, and each slap delighted her.
He finally let her up and started kissing her again. He took her hands and passed her palms up and down her bottom. She gasped at the sting and the warmth. He tugged off his clothes with some help from her and they sunk onto his bed. There, his passion was matched by hers.
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Afterwards, he lay in bed, half asleep. She needed to get dressed. Looking around, she took his boxers. They smelt of him, and she found herself becoming aroused at this thought. As she slipped them up her legs she saw herself in the mirror. Manly underwear going up along pinkened, tender girlish cheeks. Pulling his pants up her bruised bum made her feel like she was his girl. His lady. Convulsively she pulled them down again and lay next to him. Tomorrow would have to wait, after all.
Barrister
A lovely story, reminiscent of the ones I used to write when Bonnie and I were courting. This story is the epitome, to me, of an adult spanking story where the sex is the spanking and the spanking is the sex. It is part of why this newsgroup is soc sexuality spanking linking sexuality and spanking. I really enjoyed this story.
C.K. email
I'm puzzling a bit over this story's title, which could literally be interpreted to mean that the spanker's boxer shorts (and by extension his other clothes) are going to briefly serve as a "suitable replacement" for her dress, which he ripped apart. However, I'm inclined to interpret the title more symbollically, viewing the woman's dress and her impending presentation (apparently related to her profession) as having been "replaced" by the compulsive force of her romantic/sexual relationship with her spanking lover. The woman herself initiated that choice, she could've simply hugged the guy back and then reluctantly departed, presumably to get a good night's sleep and fine-tune her professional presentation, but instead she initiated a playful game of pursuit which ended up with her dress destroyed, her bare bottom soundly spanked and her naked self spending much of the night in her paramour's arms. When she still seemingly had a chance to rescue the situation in terms of her presentation, she chose to remain nude in bed with her lover instead, a pretty clearcut decision that passion had priority over professionalism in her life--at least at that time.
The followup would be an interesting account IMHO. Would the woman have second thoughts about her choice in the cool, clear light of day, especially if she gave a poorly-prepared presentation (or even missed giving it altogether) and her career was negatively impacted? People do often regret decisions made in the heat of passion (spanko-sexual or otherwise), I'm wondering about this woman's potential reconsideration of her impulsive actions.
So this story had me thinking about priorities, choices and consequences...
Kris email
A real bodice ripper . . . The first thought I had was how difficult it is to tear a dress apart unless the fabric has been around the block a few times. Even Arnold Schwarzenegger in his prime would have had quite a tussle if that sucker had been some crisp polyester.
So perhaps the woman wasn't in a power dress prepared for a business presentation, but she was wearing her favorite, a bit frayed and tired from having been washed a few times. In another draft, perhaps the dress could even become a metaphor for her relationship to the man in the story, comfortable, with the stiff seams worn soft and comfortable.
Or perhaps the author might choose to put some buttons on it and make it heavy-duty woollen suit dress, putting a different spin on the metaphor in the relationship.
As is, it was a mild distraction in the opening.
As was the title. Was it the underwear that was switched around the Suitable Replacement? Or did the author start with the idea of an illicit affair that caused the pair to miss their presentation? I thought the title intentions were a little open to interpretation.
The rest was a good read, and spicy enough that my husband, pretending not to read over my shoulder, did a little squirm in his chair. Quite enjoyable.