I've been holding this story back for a dry spell, but after the last post, this seemed like a good time to post it.
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Story: Porn [M/F]
They were spread out over the metal coffee table with a couple of tiny yellow Post-It pads supporting one leg. Glossy pages of careful, luscious poses.
"I found these under the mattress," said Adam, nodding to the contraband.
Melissa could feel the hot color warming her cheeks as she faced the blue-gold shag.
"Didn't imagine I'd ever find them there, did you?" he asked.
The instinctual gulp before she found her words. "No, Sir."
Adam sighed. Shook his head.
"I must say, I'm disappointed in you. Your lack of creativity. Allowing someone to exploit your fantasies for their own financial gain -- not to mention the people who work for them."
"But these people are Swedish," insisted Melissa as she pointed. "They always treat their workers well. And they don't cost much!"
"Excuse me?" The sharpness of his voice stunned Melissa back into silence. Back to staring at the blue-gold shag. "I think leather would be most appropriate on this occasion. Fetch me the strap, please."
"Yes, Sir." Melissa bit her bottom lip as she went to the bedroom. Pursed her lips as she returned to the living room and handed the strap to Adam.
"Right, then. Bare bottom, please. Over the back of the sofa." Adam unbuttoned and rolled up his right shirt sleeve while Melissa removed her trousers and panties and draped her voluptuous creamy buttocks over the plain, brown couch.
"I'm going to give you fifty."
She gasped but swallowed the protest filling her lungs.
"Count them, please," Adam instructed.
"Yes, Sir."
Adam's strokes were sharp, rapid splats that were hard for Melissa to keep up with.
By eight she began to panic knowing that forty-two more loomed ahead.
By seventeen she began to release her grip on the bottom of the sofa back.
By twenty-nine she was shutting her eyes tight and stumbling over the numbers.
By forty she was moving her hips back and forth to at least move the burn around.
Finally it came.
"Fifty," she squeaked out. Adam helped her stand up and led her around to the front of the couch.
"Alright, big cuddle for my girl," he said as he laid down and pulled her to him. Melissa smiled. She always smiled when it was over and he said that and they cuddled. "You and your furniture porn," tutted Adam.
"But look..." Melissa pointed to the bed on the cover of the Pottery Barn catalog. "So pretty! Oh and this..." She picked up the Ikea catalog and flipped to a coffee table. "...Would look perfect in our living room, see? And look at the price!"
"Fecking Ike-er," Adam sneered. "I see you've learned your lesson well."
About as well as the British have learned to pronounce words that end in an "a" without adding an "r." But saying that would be too cheeky.
"Yep," Melissa replied with a grin, "I need to hide my porn better."
There's always room, however, to be a little cheeky.
Copyright 2007 Natty
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While I wrote the story for the annual SSS Short Story Contest last summer, I also happened to write it on the occasion of Ikea finally opening here in Portland last July. Gawd I love their kitchens...
Saturday, February 23, 2008
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How sweet! That reminds me, I need to hide MY "porn" better...shiny housing magazines! I can't afford any excess spanking right now, I've got a birthday spanking looming!
Take care,
Lele
Thanks! Oh, and when's your birthday? How exciting!
I hear ya about avoiding excess spankings though...I've already filled a page in my punishment book. ::pout::
A whole page?!? How on earth did you manage to do that so fast? :-p Any chance of telling your faithful blog readers what you filled up that page with?
Anyway, my birthday spanking will be today! Maybe (if you're good), I'll email you later and tell you what happened! :)
Take care, my friend,
Lele
Loved that Natty! :)
Heya, Natty-- noticed from a comment on another site that you're not feeling well-- hope that situation changes soon.
Indiana
who is saved from having her own 'porn' hidden under the mattress, as wine catalogs are useless in a state to which one cannot ship alcoholic beverages...
*l* Great story! Funny thing though? I just had to call my husband over to the computer, saying, "Umm... I think Natty hangs out outside our house. Look at this!" It's just the way we talk to each other when we're playing, complete with the loving and teasing afterwards. Not to mention other similarities! I really like this piece of writing. It's so very (seriously, VERY!) real.
~Abby
Lele -- HAPPY BIRTHDAY! ::hugs::
Regarding my recent misdeeds...sigh. I've been getting requests for DETAILS!!! on the newsgroup so I think it's safe to say there shall be a forthcoming PB post soon.
Sara -- Thanks!
Indiana -- I'm starting to feel a bit better. I went to Powells for the first time in over two years and it wiped me out for a few days.
That sucks that you can't import wine there.
Abby -- Thanks! And ya never know... ::looking over my notebook:: Just kidding!
Actually the language is almost to the word the sort of language A. and I use during play -- that mixture of sterness and cheekiness. Indeed, the story was based on a conversation we had on the phone. I never did get spanked for real (A. acknowledged it would be a silly reason for a spanking). But the tone is about right.
Having lived in Sweden for a year, I find a trip to Ikea to be an exercise in nearly sensual nostalgia. Now if I could only get over my insurmountable urge to speak to the employees in Swedish!
NOTE: the store's name is properly pronounced something like ee-KAY-uh.
Duly noted.
Though I think the English are incorrigible in their mispronunciations...
(LOL! I'm soooo gonna get beat for that one!)
oh, don't worry about the pronunciation. eye-KEE-uh is the official pronunciation n the States at least, and i doubt there are many Americans who insist on using the Swedish name. i'm just being a snob about it....
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