R.I.P 9/11/2001

An adult story about spanking, read with caution.

This is a response to the Flash Fiction Friday #3 at The Daily Toast based on this picture.

The long nights before the first anniversary of 9/11 were the worst for Corrine. That picture, the one of him laughing, shirtless, sweaty, his helmet tipped back and his rippled chest still sent tingles to her pussy. But sex wasn’t what she missed the most. Every time she cleaned his gravestone and left fresh flowers, she cried with remembered pain and pleasure. She was lost without his steady guidance, devoted love and strong will bending her firmly over his knee. Terrified of the hard hairbrush at first, now, Corrine would give anything for one more scorching whipping with his belt: anything.

17 Comments

  1. Beautiful. And incredibly deep. I love the fact that you remembered what today is about. I got a tear…and evoking emotion to me, is one of the most amazing qualities of writers. Thank you. Mine is not nearly as good as yours!!! 😀

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  2. One day we should never forget. Yesterday our thoughts were with our friends across the pond.

    Thank you for this story. Sad and moving.

    First time here, will stop by again and if I may, will add yo to my blog roll.

    Thank you.
    Ronnie
    xx

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  3. Hey Lady, I worked in NYC for years, in hospitality. I remember being horrified that day, all I could think about was the staff at Windows, Bldg Maintenance – knowing they would be struggling to take care of their ‘public’ in the face of catastrophe. Wonderful writing CD

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