The Second Trip
500 words, copyrighted to me, 2009. Enjoy
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Lisa stood in the corner, bottom decorated with several cane weals. She could not withstand any more blows. This, however, did not mean that her punishment was over. Her husband Phil walked into the room. He handed her a tab of Reverse, and she, having no other option, took it.
Lisa swallowed it, and in under a minute she began to feel the effects. Reverse caused an immediate real-time involuntary callback of short-term memory. Said memories were sequential and perfect in every detail. The only catch was that they progressed in a reverse order than they were experienced. It was like pressing the rewind button on a VCR.
Lisa lost all awareness of her body in the present moment, all her senses tuned instead to her past self. She saw herself unswallow the tab, turn back to face the corner, and wait. Eventually, bum horribly aching, she walked backwards into the arms of her husband as he unhelped her up from the chair. The result of this was that she found herself bent over the damned thing again. At this point, she had been feeling slight relief the first time. Now, reliving her past, she felt frightened because it was just starting. The last stroke he'd given her had been plain torture; she did not want to receive it again.
Her bum began to sting with the burning that followed a cane stroke. She would feel this before the actual blow connected. He unstruck her with the cane as the stinging rose to its peak. She felt the cane unhit her rump, which pancaked just before it struck, indignantly returning the cane's kinetic energy back to sender. It still bloody hurt, though. The last, nastiest welt abruptly faded from her backside as the cane 'scooped it up'.
Each blow slowly restored her bottom to its white unmarked condition. Her reversed entreaties, uttered by her past self, and his reversed scolding, now unintelligible, did not dull the pain of each stroke. She twisted and shuddered over the chair, bravely staying down, although this time round she did not have a choice - she had already done so, after all. Presumably, her present self was screaming and jackknifing with every recalled blow in subjective time, dribbling onto the carpet, unfelt and forgotten.
She stood up, apprehensive for the coming caning, a second before her husband ordered her, in backwards talk, to bend over and get ready. She started dressing, tears of shame flowing up her cheeks and into her tear ducts. He was reverse gesturing with the cane, unswishing it through the air and unpointing at the chair with it.
Suddenly she found herself waking, in her husband's arms. The damned thing was finally over.
Phil looked at her. He opened his hand to reveal another tab. "Are you sorry now?" he asked.
She wavered. Then she scowled and said, "Fuck you," as she grabbed the tab and swallowed it.
As she dove into the past, she gave him the finger.
C.K. email
Well, this was kind of weird yet cleverly executed, the concept of experiencing a caning in reverse, once again feeling each stroke albeit in opposite order and therefore having one's behind (Lisa's in this case) progressively "unprogress" (retrogress) from wealed and blazing to pale and pristine. The final outcome felt would be fine, but it would still be a painful trip in undergoing again each searing crack of the cane. It's certainly a diabolically clever way of making the disciplinary recipient endure his/her punishment more than once without additional damage being inflicted on his/her buttocks. (Of course, some of SSS's stories involving caning describe the victims receiving several dozen hard lashes and their posteriors surviving well enough although temporarily ravaged--arguably this is a more humane method in that there's less damage for the spankee's derriere to recover from.)
So was Lisa purely defiant at the end of the narrative? Or did she really (at some level of her psyche) want to experience the caning a third time? Or possibly a bit of both?
We'll likely never be certain...
sarah nada email
I absolutely love the idea behind this story, and think the way the author writes about caning (and uncaning!) is very hot. The ending wasn't what I expected, and I'm not sure I liked it, but overall this story is one of my favorites of the year so far.
Pablo email
Huge credit for ingenuity and ambition here. It's not common to see something as original in a spanking story. The idea might almost be *too* big, though, because so much of the space here is used up in describing the mechanics of the reversal of the caning process, that there's little or no room for actual *story* - some sense of the characters involved, and their context. The result ends up being a bit mechanical. I'd love to see a longer attempt, which got the description of the reversal process out of the way, and then proceeded to use it in a genuine plot- or character-driven narrative.