Monday, October 26, 2009

MicroFantasy Monday #51


The call had been brief
The message terse.
She took a childs stance
Eyes inches from the corner
Her jeans and panties
Lay on the bed
Hands behind her back
Legs cramping
The quarter hour
Joining the last two
Her eyes clamped shut
To hide the terror

The hairbrush waited
Where he decreed
The chair in position
Her body shaking
The reach across his lap
The restraint of her movements

A drop of sweat rolled down
As she recalled
The pain
The last time she disobeyed
The marks, the soreness
Stayed for days
She promised herself
It would never happen again

But it did

A car door slams
Minutes later the front door
It seems hours before
His footsteps drum on the stairs
Days before the bedroom door opens
And he strides to the chair
Calling her
She opens her eyes
Turns from the corner
To see the anger in his
And show the naked fear in hers
Before, eyes downcast
She lies over his lap
Awaiting his touch


MicroFantasy Mondays courtesy of Ang at This week the theme is fear.


Anonymous said...

yep, that's about right...terrified and waiting. Tee-hee. So why do us subs still do it? Rhetorical question. Haha. Thanks for the insights.

dominoxxz said...

Loved this very cleverly done.

Goddess Aphrodite said...

Very nice and tells the story. Sounds like it's gonna hurt!

A. :)

Anonymous said...

Very nicely weaved together. Your words have a physical touch.

Kyle said...

the waaii-aiiiting is the hardest part.. gotta say, waiting for it hurts more than getting it sometimes. And as Scin said, the tempo and word choice gives this poem physical impact.. very well done, Sir, as usual.

Anonymous said...

The reach across his lap
The restraint of her movements"

My favourite lines, about one of my favourite things. The moment of truth. The point of no return. Or what astro-physicists would call
'The Event Horizon'!! lol