“She needs to be spanked.”
That’s what i heard her say….that day as i sat in my bedroom, hiding because i had gotten into trouble at school….
Again i heard my mother say….. “She needs to be spanked”!
She was saying this to my father….a big man, with huge hands…and a leather belt that He was very practiced at using…
He said not a word, did not even ask why…
i heard the click of the lock sliding back out of the door jam, and then felt the movement of the air in the room as the door opened.
My breath caught in my throat. i knew what was coming, the pain, the humiliation…
He looked at me, no softness anywhere in His face. Then without saying a word, motioned for me to bend over, only i knew i had to first bare my butt to Him…
Slowly, reluctantly, i began unfastening my belt, and then my jeans, thoughts filled my head, “i am too old for this…how dare He make me do this!!!” Then, as if He were reading my mind, and knowing i was moving as slowly as possibly, He yanked His belt from around His waist with such swift precision that i heard the whoosh as it slid through the belt loops.
i hurried to pull down my pants and assume the position, knowing that if i did not, the belt would most likely land on the delicate skin on the back on my thighs….
Then “Whack. Whack. Whack…” the searing white hot pain of the leather meeting the tender flesh of my butt sent spasms through my body as i held tight onto my ankles…feet spread about three feet apart, with nothing to lean or balance against as the belt continued to cut deep red welts against my tender white skin. i knew not to cry out…i could whimper and tears could flow, but if i cried out…then He would “Give me something to cry about!” And i definitely did not want that again today!
He continued to whip me, it seemed this time He was particularly enjoying bringing the belt down in the same place over and over…
Right at the crease of my ass…the sit spot! And with me in the bent over position my cunt was also feeling a bit of the sting!
i was not just wet, i was beginning to drip, I could feel my juices trickling down my inner thighs… He must have seen this too….He abruptly stopped spanking me, and made a comment about perhaps having to find another punishment for me as i was enjoying this way too much. As He walked out of the room i was too afraid to move…i was shaking…something was about to happen…i felt as though i were standing on the edge of a cliff, exhilarated about the jump. So very close, and then the ground rose up to meet the cliff and there it ended…no great crescendo! So close…but to what? i was all of 13 years old, but knew there was something there, close by, that i wanted….but it was cut off from me…..something so close to what i needed, but i didn’t know what it was…or how to get it…i just knew that He stopped too soon.........................
Now i NEED to be spanked with my ass high in the air
legs spread, cunt exposed,
Hot tearing wet slaps
that cut through me like a knife!
I want to feel that delicious wave of pain
surging from my bent belly
quaking through my body
tits to toes
and booming back in shudders and gasps.
i need to be pushed over the edge,
over the edge tumbling, tumbling down
off the cliff….
into that wonderful state of mind where propriety no longer matters…
I long to be thrust into a world without control, under this siege of pain and pleasure…
I need to surrender all of me.
To be overtaken, overwhelmed, overpowered.
This is the essence of my excitement
the life blood that pulses through my soul.
It is the healing that I feel at the
the sting of your hand.
You command my crimson joy.
Passion and terror triumph,
as my You render my soul naked before You.
A contest entry
- Innocense Versus Corruption by alexandrathegreat.
500 points, ended July 10, 2007, 12 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - give me your favourites (prewrites allowed). by aeolia.
500 points, ended July 29, 2007, 57 entries
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700 points, ended July 22, 2007, 13 entries
Gold trophy winner
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525 points, ended December 7, 2007, 150 entries
Silver trophy winner
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Hey there, firstly allow me to apologise for the late judgement of this contest, I actually enjoyed this read, not in any sadistic or sick sense, but it just caught me, the story, the way it was written, very well done on this, i wish you the best of luck in the contest and thank you for your entry.
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thanks you for entering, Ican say i have never read one like this before ^_^
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I'm not certain if this supposed to be amusing or a condemnation of disgusting parental abuse. It's hard to tell.
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"i need to be pushed over the edge,
over the edge tumbling, tumbling down
off the cliff….
into that wonderful state of mind where propriety no longer matters…"
An absolutely awesome write here - I enjoyed this thorought and the above exertion is what I related to the most in this one ... it is SO true and it does my heart good to see that you too are not ashamed of what it is that you not only want, but NEED to feel alive
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you are shamlessly brilliant!
I can only presume that there is truth here as you describe it so perfectly step by step[soz if I'm wrong],It sounds like a deep yet clear memory that is still so fresh in your mind...like it happens again every time you remember it,well If it is true then your honesty is outstanding...the truest form of poetry is always the vivid truths that lie inside us...whether we revel in them or are taunted by them...thank you so much for sharing...Big love Lifesymbiotic
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Fuck me!
What a sexually explosive tale..I am shocked at myself for enjoying this so much!...am I some kind of pervert that I derive pleasure from this...and it feels such a guilty pleasure too!...WOW!...what to say?...this knocked my socks off!...Amazing write!...Dan xx
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~watches from my corner~
Damn! When Tomisb said he had someone new for me to read I was thinking..well this could be interesting, I wonder what he is sending me this time..
Then I began to read your write, as I sat here reading this I was like holy shit!! You have some raw power and emotions tumbling out of yourself into this poem. I think you are a talented poetress and I hope you continue to write. I liked how you jumped from one form into the other one after the punishment was concluded. Great job!
Feeling the pain with the pleasure is always a heady experience and one that most can never comprehend, but I know that I personally love it. Thanks for sharing this with us all!
Keep the ink flowing and the pen scratching!
Always,
Tatianna
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Thank You so much for reading my writing...i appreciate Your understanding of the origin.
Nice to know i am not alone.
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Nice interpretation of my contest, I like the subject matter. I would be embarassed too, is it true? I know how rude of me. Might I ask why you capitalized "He"? I believe you meant "slid" instead of "slide" line 10, by stanzas also "waist" instead of "waste". The imagery is great here! Ouch! Thats got to hurt. Oh I hate that "C" word that you use so much it is not a flattering way of speaking about whats down below . Nice prose, I enjoyed it very much. I wish you would have kept it in prose all the way through instead of switching to free verse any time you please.
Great job, the last line is a bit confusing, maybe a misplaced word or something small you can fix.
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Thank you for taking the time to read and comment on my writting. Thank you also for pointing out the areas i need to work on. i appreciate that. As for your question, "is it true?". Only truth can evoke such emotions.
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I can see it. I can feel your need. The agony of not falling over the edge and the mystery opening before you. There are needs that many can not relate to or understand. I love how beautifully you shared this. It is brave, without bravodo, clear concise honest.
i would love to hear you speak on devotion.
Love, Tomn B.
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Thank You Sir, i do so appreciat knowing there are those reading this that understand the truth and can relate to what i feel and who i am at the very core of my being. Your time and effort spent on reading and commenting on my writing have touched me.
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