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Flash Fiction V

by Frenulum

Copyright © 2008 Frenulum. All rights reserved.

So-called “flash fiction” consists of ultra-short stories, just little vignettes to plant a scene in your head. Where you take them after that is up to you.

All of these are independent, and appear in no particular order. In my opinion, reading them one after the other is a less than optimal experience.

If you like this sort of thing, see also Flash Fiction II, Flash Fiction III, and Flash Fiction IV.


Well Begun

“How may I help you?” The clerk, a most attractive young woman, seemed genuinely interested — the sign of a sales professional.

“We need a few things for our honeymoon,” I explained. “A couple of dildos, several sizes of butt-plug, a few restraints. Gags, definitely.” I looked meaningfully at my fiancée, and holding her eyes, I added, “And a good selection of paddles, floggers, crops, straps, and so on.”

“Certainly, sir. I believe we have everything you need.” The clerk raised a flap in the counter and slipped through. “If you’ll come this way, please.”

I followed her. With a firm tug on her leash, my bride-to-be followed with us. Behaving, for now.

On One Condition

She had about half my cock in her mouth and I was in heaven. I’d never had head so good: skilled but graceful too. Amazing.

She slipped off, licked the head a couple of times, and said softly. “That’s as much as I can take... unless you force me.”

I was momentarily puzzled. “I thought you said you were really good at deep throat.” She smiled sweetly. “I thought you said you loved it.” Her smile grew. “You said... all the way is the only way.”

She nodded, her smile brilliant. “That’s right. But that’s all I can take, until you force me.” With that she sucked me half way in and stopped, licking sweetly.

Finally understanding, I put my hands behind her head. She moaned as the pressure grew.

My Object All Sublime

There’s the regular kind of spanking. Just to teach me a lesson, to help me behave properly. He puts me over his knee and uses his hand on my bare bottom.

And there’s what we call a “bad girl spanking.” That’s a complete regular spanking, plus at the end... there’s a tool. The business end is a stiff piece of leather. The handle is short and springy. I can’t even begin tell you how much it hurts.

It has “Bad Girl” printed right on the leather.

It’s lying on the couch right now, by his hand, where he can reach it when he’s ready. I pull my panties down for him and climb over his lap.

I’ve been such a bad girl.


It was the first time for us. I knew it would be the last.

As my cock slid into her, into the tight, wet, blazing hot sheath of her cunt, I tried to memorize everything. The sound of her moaning. The way her face looked when she was all the way down on me, full to the last inch. The bounce of her little breasts as she rode me, the hardness of her nipples. I wanted to remember the contours of her wide-spread thighs, and the way her pink lips clung to me as she rose and fell. The smell of her, the weight, the shape — everything.

I wanted so much to remember every detail. I knew it would be the last time. In twelve hours, she would be off-limits forever. Married to my son.


A new year. A new class. Twenty-three faces, tracking me as I walked around the room. Twenty-three teenage girls, in pleated plaid skirts and fresh white blouses and soft navy sweaters. A twenty-three option menu of innocents.

As I talked about our syllabus and my rules for the class, I observed which girls had altered their skirts to show more thigh. Which ones had taken extra time on their eye makeup. Which ones had picked a sweater just a little too tight over the breasts. Which ones had glossed their lips to an inviting wet sheen.

I choose one every Fall for a special year-long rôle. Which one would it be? Which girl this year?

Which pretty girl would be naked on all fours on my kitchen floor, ass high, lapping cum from a saucer?

Who would be the teacher’s pet?


My wife greeted me as I came through the back door. “Hi, honey! Guess what — I got a babysitter for tonight!”

That was welcome news. It had been a long week, and a night of recreation was exactly what I needed. I gave my wife a grateful kiss.

“Who did you get?” I asked, pulling off my necktie.

“A new girl. Her name is Amber; she’s only sixteen years old but she’s had some experience. Caitlyn recommended her.”

“Sounds great. Is she here already?”

“Up in the bedroom: stripped, tied, lubed, and hot!” My wife took my hand to head upstairs. As we passed through the kitchen, she grabbed the fat double-headed dildo that lay on the counter. One end was already glistening.

We don’t have any kids.

Did one of these little brain-starters catch your fancy? Did you spin it into an erotic story of your own?

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