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This poem fills a square on my card for the [community profile] kink_bingo fest. This fest encourages people to push the limits of their comfort zone by creating erotica, pr0n, smut, and other sexy stuff in the many flavors of kinky, sensual, and otherwise exotic activities. I'm hoping to attract some new readers for my writing.

The following poem belongs to Schrodinger's Heroes, featuring an apocryphal television show supported by an imaginary fandom. It's science fiction about quantum physics and saving the world from alternate dimensions. It features a very mixed cast in terms of ethnicity and sexual orientation. This project developed with input from multiple people, and it's open for everyone to play in. You can read more about the background, the characters, and a bunch of assorted content on the menu page.

Fandoms: Original (Schrodinger's Heroes)
Kink: Caning
Medium: Poetry
Summary/Preview: Chris breaks Kay's stuff. His ass makes the apology.
Additional Information: Not safe for work. Canonical woman of color (Kay). Punishment. Partial nudity. Orgasm denial.

"Earning His Stripes"

Chris put the pickup truck in gear
and backed up.
There was a horrible crunch.

Kay popped out from under the van.
"Madre de Dios!" she yelled.
"What were you thinking?"

Chris opened the door and leaned out.
The remains of Kay's toolbox,
along with a large assortment of tools,
now lay scattered across the gravel.
One tire of the truck was slowly deflating.
"Um ... sorry about that," Chris said.

"Sorry?" Kay snapped.
"That's all you have to say?"
Chris rubbed a hand over
the back of his neck.
"I'm really sorry," he tried.
"I should have looked behind the truck
before I started backing up."

"You just busted my best toolbox,"
Kay said, still fuming.
"No telling how many of the tools
I'll need to replace. I swear,
I ought to take a switch to you!"

"Wouldn't be the first time,"
Chris muttered. That was true.
He'd gotten more than one licking
for wild stunts in his boyhood.

Kay's eyebrows went up.
"You'd let me?" she asked.
"Thought you didn't go in
for that sort of thing."

Chris shrugged. "This isn't about fun,
it's about punishment," he pointed out.
"Would it make you feel that
you got an apology, fair and square?"

"Yes," Kay said with a nod.
"Then let's do it," Chris said.

So Chris helped Kay clean up the mess,
and change the tire on the pickup truck,
and count up how many tools
were broken beyond repair.

"That's twelve tools, so twelve stripes for those,"
Kay said, "and another ten for the toolbox."
"All right," Chris said to her.
"Go down to the creek and cut a willow switch,"
Kay said, "then bring it to my room."

Chris came back with a switch
about as long as his arm
and not much thicker than a pencil.
Kay swished it through the air,
listening to the evil hiss.
Chris winced in anticipation.
"That'll do," Kay declared.

She put him against the wall,
then hauled down his jeans and shorts.
The pale globes of his butt clenched
under her hand as she stroked them.
"Brace yourself," Kay advised.

With no more warning than that,
she brought the switch down on his ass.
Chris flinched under the first stroke
and yelped at the second.

Kay wasn't counting aloud,
let alone making him count,
and she wasn't giving him time
to recover between the strokes.

She just laid them on him
as fast as she could swing,
long stripes of hot cutting pain
lacing across his ass
and lapping over each other.

Chris howled.
He wasn't good at
coping with physical pain,
especially not outside the context
of combat with an adrenaline rush
to cushion the effects somewhat.

Kay ignored his fussing
except for putting her free hand
firmly against the small of his back
to hold him in place.
She finished the set briskly
and then let go.

"Stretch out on the bed,
face down," Kay said.
"But we're finished,"
Chris whined.

"I want to put something on those welts
before you leave," Kay said.
So Chris lay down on the bed
and tried to ignore the fiery pain in his ass.

Kay was gentle and thorough
as she dabbed antiseptic
over the long stripes left by the switch.
"All right, you can get up now,"
she said finally.

"I'd rather not, just yet,"
Chris said, hiding his blush
by burying his face in a pillow.
"Move!" Kay barked,
and Chris jumped off the bed
without a second thought.

His cock bobbed in the air,
half-hard and growing.
The scarlet blush flamed
over his fair skin.

Kay didn't tease him
about his inexperience with kink
or his body's sudden interest
or anything else.

She just looked him in the eye
and asked him,
"Want some help with that?"

Chris dropped his gaze.
"No, ma'am," he said.
"This wasn't about fun."
He hesitated, then added,
"Maybe some other time?"

Kay smiled at him.
"If you're a good boy,"
she said, "we'll see about
you earning the fun kind of stripes."

* * *


1) Madre de Dios -- Mother of God.

2) Chris doesn't have experience with kink per se, having a fairly vanilla sex life. He does have a family background that overlaps a bit for this context. Yes, some kinky people do use kink as a negotiated part of apologies. Chris just happened to stumble across that. He also wasn't expecting to enjoy any part of the proceedings. So the undercurrents in this piece are kind of complex.

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Date: 2012-10-28 11:25 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] meridian_rose
I really liked it, especially the complexity you mention of Chris's discovery that he can enjoy this kink. I want to write and explore kink more, and reading skilful descriptions of various acts like this one is very helpful and inspiring :)

Re: Thoughts

Date: 2012-10-28 07:31 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] meridian_rose
Thank you for the links :D I'm actually subscribed to verbs-not-nouns and have recommended it to others struggling to understand asexuality and how it can intersect with kink related behaviour. And the kink-wiki is amazing - I love the whole ethos behind the kink bingo comms and the way 'warnings' and so forth are handled.


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