Waiting for Love
"It is not your turn!' Slapped away yet once again you turn to leave but are told to stay "Did I say that you may leave?" Slapped yet again for disobedience this time you wait. You have learned what he has wanted of you this day, that it is you who must always wait for his love.
"Spread your legs farther, no father apart I told you!" Slapped yet once again only this time the slap is not upon your arm or even your face, the slap lands instead direct center between your legs hard. "That's better, do you see what happens when you are bad?" His hands that had only moments ago slapped you are now caressing your most private of places as your tears still run down your face, he enjoys the sight of your tears. You try not to cry but he always makes you cry for him one way or the other deep within you know you shall loose the battle and cry but you hold out as long as you can. You learn control deep seeded control from these rituals of his, you learn that it is only you who can control you not he as he so likes to believe.
"I told you no!" Slapped and then stripped naked where you stand as you watch him remove his belt and shudder inside. You try not to beg however you realize it will happen before he decides to stop and you feel shamed because of it, because you know you will loose control to him. The first lash burns like hell but not as much as his words. "When you are told no to being hugged you unlovable ingrate you do not sneak upon me and hug me who the hell do you think you are you are nothing but trash and trash gets thrown away!"
I learn those days not to try to obtain love for it is something false, only for those whom are not trash and throw away items, but alas that is not the case with me. I am a throw away to be tossed aside like a broken shell upon the morning tides sandy shores.
Mary Richards email
The author of this story realy did a good job with pushing the envelope. This story made alot of feelings come to the surface while I was reading it but that's what the category edge is all about I think anyway.
It wasn't my kink at all, but I do think that the author did an excellent job of staying within the categories meaning, there were a few minor grammar things but the story was still readable to me, over all the story is well written with alot of passionate feelings in it from both parties involved it is a very good example of an edge story.
zadigski email
This story is one of those dark, deep little masterpieces that illuminate the dark side of our desires and our interests in spanking. The author has brought out all the humiliation and embarrassment that goes with a deep, submissive relationship.
I think that if the heroine of the story were given the choice between a man who treated like a goddess, and someone who treated her like "trash", she would chose the "trash". And the author brings this out so very well.
Kessily email
I can see why this is in the edge category and it fits in there very well. It's a poignant tale of an abused woman who only wants love. It's very sad and the emotions are strongly written, I doubt anyone could read it without feeling sad because of how strongly the emotions were conveyed.
On the downside it was repetitive in spots: "Slapped yet again" was used three times within a paragraph for instance. And, while this contest isn't so focused on perfect grammar and spelling, the very frequent typos, misspellings, and wrong words did effect my enjoyment of those piece. I think, with a good proofreader and some work on the editing this story could have been exceptionally powerful.