A Note on the Fridge Door
Warning: There're no actual spankings here, but if the
idea that a woman may be spanked by a man, and
actually {gasp} enjoy it, stop reading now. I said
NOW.
Archiving: Yes to Persuaders Archive. Everyone else
please ask first.
Talk to me?
Tell me I'm a good girl. Not necessarily _your_ good girl - just an abstract
one. Ownerless good girl. Good girl in abeyance - that would work. Just tell
me I am one.
Or you know what, you don't have to say I'm good.
Naughty girl will do.
Say: "You are out of uniform."
Say: "Look at you, is it a skirt or a wide belt?"
Say: "You watch it, young lady!"
Yes, 'young lady' it good.
Say: "I want these panties off right now."
Repeat: "Off!"
Say: "Over my knee, girl, and give me your hand."
Lock my leg between yours.
Hum softly as you touch: "You won't enjoy it as much in a minute. Naughty,
naughty girl."
Talk to me, there will be other days for figures and reports.
You could complain about your work.
Say: "My kingdom for a good night's sleep."
Say: "Why do some people have to be so annoying?"
Or you could quote the paper you are reading. Propose me the "funnies"
section, read a joke out loud.
The ticking of the clock is just too loud, please, talk to me.
Look at me sadly and seriously, take my hand.
Say: "Is there anything you'd like to tell me?"
Say: "Don't turn away."
Say: "Yes, what?"
Say: "What did I say would happen if you did it again?"
Tell me I'm in trouble. Stroke my hand as you listen me plead.
Talk to me, the silence is too much.
...You could even tell me I'm a bad girl. No, really, you could if you wanted.
Tell me you are angry. Say you've never expected anything this foolish from
me. Let me cry on your shoulder after the thrashing, let your free hand
squeeze my scorched flesh. Say we can make it right.
Say there is nothing but light in our tomorrow.
Don't ask me what's wrong. Don't ask if I'm unhappy.
Just talk to me.
THE END
Copyright by Haron, 2001. This story is mine, mine!
No, it's not public domain.