My Idea of Sisterhood
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I was fifteen years old when I realized that women could spank men.
Spanking among adults, both erotic and disciplinary, was something I'd heard of-but my limited exposure to it involved exclusively the male-spanks-female variety.
Then in June of 2003 several of my mother's college sorority sisters gathered at our summer house for a reunion cookout. My father took my two younger sisters to the amusement park, but I'd come down with a slight fever and been banished to my bedroom.
Through my open second-floor bedroom window I could hear my early- middle-aged mother and four other women chattering while consuming hamburgers, salad and wine coolers.
I'd dozed off in midafternoon, only to be awakened by the sound of a harsh male voice: "It's time to leave this drunken lesbian orgy, Amy."
"Darrell, what are you doing here?" That voice was Amethyst's.
"I can't stand possessive husbands," Mom remarked tartly.
"I told you not to interrupt us." Amethyst's voice was curt. "You were warned, now you'll pay the price for disobedience."
Darrell's voice became supplicating. "Please, sweetheart, I was just worried about you."
"Unreasonably jealous, you mean. I hope you're wearing thong underwear, otherwise you'll be flashing my sisters as well as mooning them." Amethyst's tone was strict.
"I don't want to see his personal equipment." That was Molly Lou.
"But his bare buns are fine, especially if they're being blistered over your lap, Amy." Brittany sounded enthusiastic.
"Darrell, get over here NOW!" Amethyst commanded.
"Not in front of everyone," he whined, "Please, wait until we're-"
"You just doubled your bare-assed blistering, mister!" Amethyst was a small woman but her personality was forceful. "Unless you want to triple it, you'll get your sorry butt over here immediately. You've embarrassed me in front of my sisters, now I'm going to return the favor."
I scrambled onto my balcony overlooking the decking where the women reclined on lounges-except for Amethyst, seated facing outward on the picnic table bench, who was removing a sturdy-looking, flat-backed maple hairbrush from her purse. I shuddered involuntarily, recalling my bare bottom's scorching encounters with my mother's near-identical implement. A stocky middle-aged man, obviously Darrell, stood facing his wife; her fingers hooked under the back waistband of his shorts and pulled downward.
Deanna giggled. "The moment of truth..."
He was wearing a scarlet thong brief, leaving his meaty buttocks exposed with his shorts at half-mast position.
"Now we'll all focus on your naughty bumcheeks while I'm walloping them," Amethyst announced. "Turn over my knee, Darrell."
Boy, did she ever paddywhack his naked nates! That fanny-tanning took forever, it seemed, and Darrell ended up bawling like a baby. His southern hemispheres glowed like a Hawaiian sunset while he stood sniffling shamelessly, hands on his head, for the next half-hour while the women discussed his emphatic hairbrush spanking in detail, warmly congratulating Amethyst.
I shared my mother's musingly intoned sentiments: "Domestic discipline with the wife soundly applying her hairbrush to hubby's bare bottom, that's my idea of sisterhood..."
{The End}
sarah nada email
"My Idea of Sisterhood" includes a really enthusiastic description of FM spanking, along with a nice touch of voyeurism. The narrator is primarily an observer, and his excitement adds interest to the story. Darrell, the character who ultimately gets spanked, is a little confusing to me in that he changes from boorish to pleading almost instantly, and it's difficult to guess at his motivations.
Pablo email
I'm not sure there's really anything much that can deter this author from ploughing the same well-ploughed furrow. There's some basic writing ability here, but so little variation of tone or voice or character or plot, it really feels like the same story over and over again, which is frustrating as a reader.
The problems are the usual ones. All of the characters - including the narrator (whose gender isn't made clear) - share the same voice, and it's full of unrealistic, cutesy phrases which seem to come from the author's pleasure in using them, rather than any attempt to create character. I'd like to put a moratorium on things like 'paddywhack', 'southern hemispheres', and 'naked nates', for a year or two.
I'd strongly encourage the author to pull back on the cartoony dialogue, and concentrate on creating real characters with real emotions. People talk very differently, the young from the old, the well-educated from the not-so-well educated, according to background and ethnicity and many other things. Compelling characters need to have more than a single dimension.
Mija email
This story starts out well -- the opening sentence "I was fifteen years old when I realized that women could spank men," captured my interest as maybe offering insight into an internal mind-scape. The story continues well until it gets to the action. Unfortunately, the dialog detracts rather than adds -- it seems more like comic parody than recounting the sort of defining moment promised by the story's opening. The use of "paddywhack his naked nates" was especially jarring.
I'd love to see this story rewritten at some point in a more serious vein, maybe more focused on the emotions watching / hearing the scene created in the boy and how realizing the existence of the F/M rather than M/F spanking paradigm changed and influenced him.