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Story: Willful Disobedience

  • Posted on August 9, 2012 at 10:38 PM

This is the first story I ever wrote for an SSC (Short Story Contest) on SSS.  1999.  Yikes, that was a long time ago already!

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Willful Disobedience

As Vicky held the receiver to her ear, the phone ringing on the other
end made her start doubting her decision to dial. He had told her not to
call, but she had to hear his voice. Emails were fine, but she just had
to know finally, what his voice sounded like.

“Hello.” A man’s deep velvet voice. HIS voice, and suddenly her knees
wouldn’t hold her up.

“Hi,…….um Jeff, it’s Vicky,” she stammered.

“I thought I said no phone calls, Victoria Lorraine.”

Oh, cripes, her full name. Not a good sign. “I know, but……but I just
had to
hear you finally. The suspense was killing me.”

Jeff’s voice was stern. “The rule was there for a reason, you know. You
weren’t supposed to disobey.”

“Jeff, what could it hurt? Just one little phone call?” She was pleading
now, not knowing what else to do.

“You knew the consequences when you picked up that phone, didn’t you?
You made a conscious decision to disobey me. You leave me no choice, you
know that.”

“Yes, sir,” slipping so easily into the submissive mindset again.
“What will happen now, Victoria?”

She hated this, but she felt the thrill just the same. “You’re going to
punish me.”

“Yes, and how will I punish you?” The words pouring into her soul.

“You’re going to spank me, Sir. Hard. On……my bare bottom.” She was
getting wet, despite the dread she felt.

“That’s right. Now I want you to do something for me, naughty girl. You
initiated this phone call, against my wishes, and now I want something
in return. I want you to come for me so that I can hear you.”

Oh god, on the phone? Now? But she knew better than to disobey him a
second  time. “Yes, sir.”

She reached down, underneath her skirt, inside her panties, to that
wetness she knew was there. She gasped as her fingers found that little
button of ecstasy.   She played with herself, moaning softly, urgently.
She had been close to the brink anyway, and it didn’t take her long
before she came, with an explosive “Oh, Jeff!” She sat there, spent,
breathing hard.

“Good girl,” he said, “but you’ll still be spanked for your little act
of disobedience. I’ll let you know when and where.”

“Yes, Sir,” she breathed heavily, trying to recover her senses.

“Goodbye, Victoria. Remember, no more phone calls.”

“Yes Sir!” she said, “Hey, one more thing!”

“Yes, Victoria?” Still stern.

“You sure know how to make working late by myself bearable! What should
I bring home for dinner?”

“Oh, I don’t know. Chinese again?”

“You got it. See you in a few. Love ya!”

“Love you too, you sexy, naughty little vixen you! Now get home quick!
I’m starved, and I don’t mean for food!” He laughed.

“Yes SIR,” she giggled.

 

Story: How to Torment a Top

  • Posted on August 9, 2012 at 10:30 PM

This isn’t my usual writing style, but it’s also really old.  I’m not sure I had a style yet in the first year or two that I started writing spanking stories.  This one’s from twelve years ago, and I was trying out different ways of writing.  I didn’t normally write the word SMACK in a story, but it fit this one.

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How to Torment a Top

SMACK!

“Did you start yet?”

SMACK!!

“When you gonna start! I need a spankin’!”

“Oh, you need more than a spanking at this point, Little Girl. My belt
and I are going to show you a thing or two.”

SMAAACK!

“Come ON already! Geeeeez, I don’t have all night here!”

“You have been asking for this for much too long, and as far as I’m
concerned, you’ve definitely got all night if that’s what it takes! What
are you giggling about, Young Lady?! You think this is funny?!”

“Uh, yeah, I do. I wanna spankin’!”

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

“Where’s the phone, I think I’ll call Deborah, since we’re not doing
anything.”

SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK

“I’m bored. Guess I’ll turn on the tv. Where’s the remote?”

SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!!
SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!!

“Where’d you hide the checkbook? Maybe I’ll do something constructive
and balance it while I’m lying here doing nothing.”

SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!!
SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!!
SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!!
SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!!

“It’s so quiet, I think I’ll just go to sleep early tonight.”

SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!!
SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!!
SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!!
SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!!
SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!!
SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!!

“Maybe I should start our Christmas card list. I’ve only got 4 months
left.”

“ARRRRRRGGGGHHHHH! I give up! You’re driving me crazy!!”

“Hey, where you going?! It was just getting good!!”