| Escape by zprymantis@smilingwithteeth.com Category: First/Last Lines
"It was a pleasure to burn." This story was submitted to the 2008 soc.sexuality.spanking short story contest. It was a pleasure to burn. With each stroke of the cane, the defined pointed ache of reality melted and a misty swirl expanded her thoughts. Her face upon the pillow, her lips parted and tingling, as each exhale takes her further away, and pulls her closer to Escape. Escape. It was a pleasure to hide. The little girl closed the box lid, and her eyes adjust to the darkness. Imagination locks her away, curled up, pretending, kidnapped and frightened. Her breath loud inside her prison cell, she tingles and plays with this fear. Is she still here or is she really gone? This new place, is in fact her Escape. Escape. It was a pleasure to be tied. Wrists and ankles bound to the bed posts. The sweet comfort of darkness as the blindfold prevents her peaking out from her Escape. Floating here, her lips part and tingle as her body stretches out and away from her center. Electrifying. Escape. It was a pleasure to suck. She nuzzles and licks and draws him into her mouth. He grows there filling her throat while words drift in and out of her mind. Daddy... Naughty... Bad... Girl... Punish...Me. Her mouth softens as his penis grows. Her throat opens and as he explodes inside her, unable to breathe, she is thrust into Escape. She is back. He pets her hair and she lays there for a while, her head on his belly. Her eyes are moist with tears. She smiles and laughs and heads to the bathroom to brush her teeth and to bring him a warm moist towel so they can prepare for bed. She is back. He unties her, and she rubs her wrists for a moment, feeling the dents made in her skin from the ropes and leather cuffs. She reaches up and removes the blindfold, and looks around the familiar room. He is busy putting away their toys. She is back. The little girl pops out like a Jack-in-the-Box and into the bright light of her safe living room. Her father laughs and her mother reminds her that she needs to put away her toys before dinner time. She climbs out of the box. She is back. She stands in front of the mirror admiring the marks from the cane. Her fingers ride across the welts. She feels shy now in front of him, standing here exposed for who she is, or at least who she was just moments ago. She is someone who likes the burn, the darkness, the restriction, the suffocation and the freedom of her Escape. © 2008 by zprymantis@smilingwithteeth.com, not to be reposted or distributed without permission |