The ‘Person Place and Thing’ Spanking Story Contest was tough: it required time, research, and a lot of creativity. While I received only a handful of entries, each one was just as enjoyable as the one before, and I have realized that having a few outstanding entries makes the decision-making tough, tough, tough.
I am posting the winner, along with all the other entries, throughout the month of June. The winner will receive a free spanking session with me.
This is quite possibly one of the best pieces of spanking fiction I have read yet…beautifully descriptive and detailed..
it is called ‘Good Day for a Wish’.
Please enjoy the winning entry. – Dana
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Good Day for a Wish
It is always hardest near the end…but only 3 more. I can do this. I need this. I deserve this, and it is worth a bit of discomfort. I focus on my breathing and close my eyes. Just as I start to let go, BAM, I am brought back to the present. I turn to look over my shoulder and glare at the child in the seat behind me, vowing to upgrade to first class on the plane ride back. Only 3 more hours before we land in Italy.
The trip to Rome is a graduation gift. With the intensity of the program I was in, I am ready to let loose and relax. No papers to write, no reading to get behind on, no tests to study for. Just time…time in Italy…maybe even time for romance.
The taxi finally pulls up in front of Hotel Fontana Roma, and I am pleased to have a room with a view of Trevi Fountain. I had planned to shower and take a leisurely stroll through the neighborhood, but I stand transfixed at the window. It is drizzling, and the fountain is surrounded with people in rain ponchos. Umbrellas of yellow, red, and black create a polka-dot river as people scurry along the street. The fountain is magnificent, yet something quite ordinary draws my attention. Amidst the chaos of the crowd, a street vendor stands twirling his blue umbrella; the nearby light creating an opaque sapphire oval around him. What is it about him? He seems so aware of everyone and everything surrounding the fountain, yet he is somehow detached from it all. I suddenly realize that he is looking up at my window, meeting my gaze. A shiver runs through me as I am certain he can read my thoughts and view my deepest desires. Shaking my head, I realize that I must be very tired from the long journey, and that it might be better to rest and start my vacation in earnest tomorrow.
The morning greets me with sounds of people admiring the splendor of the fountain. I set out for the day prepared to be open to whatever unfolds. Little do I know how significant that decision will be.
“The fountain, she is beautiful, no?” The voice caresses me like warm honey. Turning, I see the street vendor from last night up close. His face is relaxed, and his eyes sparkle as if he holds the secret to happiness. I must look like a tourist, as he speaks in English, and because he doesn’t say anything to anyone else who passes him. Today, his blue umbrella offers shade as the sun sifts through and tints his skin sapphire. I smile, and continue to walk closer to the fountain. His voice raises to reach me, calling, “Is good day for your special wish. Throw your coin today.” What is it that I will wish for during my special time here?
Approaching the fountain, I am taken aback by the magnitude of the statues. It is a very different experience than viewing it from my hotel room. A faint scent of freshly baked bread and cinnamon attracts my attention to the lower tier. My breath catches as my gaze rests upon a beautiful woman standing at an angle just below me. I lean on the rail, savoring her rich accent, watching the breeze make her red skirt dance, enjoying the playful bounce of the gentle curls of her thick hair as it cascades across her shoulders. She is leading a tour group. Maybe I will follow along…it would be nice to learn about the fountain, but what I really want is to be near her. The distinct sound of her heels encourages me to work my way through the slight crowd and closer to her.
“Celestina, look,” someone from her tour says, pointing to a man and woman at the basin of the fountain. Celestina, I now hold her name…both beautiful and powerful.
“ Fontana di Trevi, she is a popular place for the weddings. Many people they come here also for the pictures of their wedding. You see the two horses, yes,” Celestina says as she lifts her sculptured arm towards the statue. “This one, it is calm, obedient. But this one, it resists. The story is for the sea, but also can be for marriage, no? How will the new couple decide what is right when they want different things? Even tonight, maybe these two will have a special newlywed spanking,” she says, tilting her head to the young couple getting married. Her tour group chuckles at the comparison of the people and statues, but my heart races at her mention of a spanking. Celestina smiles at the group, but does not laugh. I can sense that she appreciates obedience, and imagine her to be rather capable of administering a sound spanking.
I only half listen as Celestina continues describing the symbology of the fountain. My thoughts are of being over her lap as she disciplines my bottom. Talk of making wishes brings me back to the tour. I need to pay attention, because I now know the special wish I have for this trip. As I fumble in my pockets for two coins, the tour group spreads out along the basin of the fountain, joking as they throw their coins. “No, no. You must throw them properly if you want your wish to come true,” Celestina says as she begins to demonstrate. At that same moment, I release the coin from my right hand over my left shoulder, quickly turning to watch it fall to the bottom of the fountain and seal my fate. I hold my breath as my coin collides with Celestina’s before plunging into the water. Our eyes meet, her jaw set, eyes slightly narrowed, and a thin smile emerges on her lips. “Be careful what it is you wish for as it may come true,” she says before breaking eye contact.
As the members of the group finish with their coins and wishes, they discuss the cafes and shops they want to visit before gathering for their next destination. I fade back into the crowd, and feel a firm hand on my shoulder. “You make a wish, yes?”
“Yes, Celestina.”
“You will come here tonight. Eight o’clock for private tour, yes?”
“Yes, Celestina.”
And then she is gone. I am left quivering with excitement and nervousness, already starting to count the hours until 8:00. I walk through the streets in a bit of a daze, enjoying the atmosphere, new sights and sounds, and continually checking my watch. At six, I head back to my hotel to freshen up and get ready for…I didn’t know what I am getting ready for.
I hear the deep honey voice, “I tell you is good day for your special wish,” and see the street vendor standing in the sapphire blue oval cast by his umbrella. “You met Celestina, yes? Is very special tour you will have. You will be very happy. Very, very happy.” Feeling exposed, I continue to my hotel wondering what was in store and how the street vendor fits into it.
It’s quarter to eight, and I make my way back to the fountain. Will Celestina really be there, I wonder. Nearing the man with the blue umbrella, I hear him whistling, and we nod at each other as I pass by. I sense someone watching me as I get closer to the basin of the fountain, and Celestina approaches me with a welcoming smile. “Is good you come. Here, come sit here with me,” Celestina gracefully moves to the rim of the fountain and pats a place on the concrete ledge next to her. “You come in my tour today, but you are not part of the group.”
I start to respond, but she continues. “You throw the coin to make a wish and it kisses mine. It is not something that happens very often. It must be a very special wish, for here we are.” I feel myself blush as she speaks with such confidence that I’m sure she knows my visions of being across her lap. “The couple getting married here this morning, you saw them, yes?” I nod in reply as I realize we are sitting in the exact spot where the couple exchanged vows only hours ago. “Tomorrow, my brother will be married here. I have very important job with my new sister-in-law. The others in the group this morning, they think I make a joke about spanking, but not you. I see in your eyes. Then our coins come together, and I knew this wonderful fountain brings us together for both of our wishes.”
“I don’t understand,” I tell her.
“Let me show you,” she responds, pulling me across her lap. I start to pull away, surprised by her actions, but her solid hold on my waist and my underlying desire for the experience supercede. “You want a spanking and I must give a spanking. My brother, he is the untamed horse, and I must show my new sister-in-law how to help him be a good husband.” Though there is no levity in her voice, she begins to spank me lightly, almost playfully. Her voice is both calm and penetrating. “It should be my mother teaching her, but my mother is not well, so I must take her place. But I have no practice. So today, I wish for someone who I can spank so my new family can live together happily. Is true you want me to spank you, no,” she asks, as her hand comes down harder. I nod my answer, unable to voice the gratitude of having my wish fulfilled. “But this, this is not a spanking. It does not hurt you. It is something you like, yes?” Again, I nod, craving to feel the impact of her hand on my bottom. She increases the tempo of her hand landing on alternating cheeks, and hits slightly harder. I sigh from relief rather than discomfort, and this seems to ignite something in her. She begins to spank me more forcefully. I look around, grateful that there are not on-lookers.
It starts to drizzle. “Stand up,” she commands. Disappointed that she has finished, I hesitantly get to my feet. Before I realize what has happened, she has my pants unbuttoned, unzipped, around my knees, and me back over her lap, quickly resuming where she left off. “My brother, he is tough. If this spanking does not hurt you, it will mean nothing to him. I must be able to show my new sister-in-law how to discipline him so my brother will understand.” Her swats sting my bottom, and I am torn between wanting her to stop, and wanting her to spank harder.
“Still, you do not cry out,” she says, pulling my underpants down and spanking faster and harder. The sounds of her slaps are no longer lost in the noise of the fountain, but seem to echo, and sting a bit more with the wetness of the drizzle. I begin to gasp for breath and groan as she relentlessly continues to spank me. My bottom smarts, but I want more.
The drizzle turns to a light rain, and Celestina’s hand stops. I rest my head on the fountain ledge, taking deep breaths and relax my lower body. “Now I will spank you,” she says, placing her hand on the small of my back. I feel the intense sting of a hairbrush whacked hard across first my right cheek, then my left in a slow, methodical pattern. I begin to whimper involuntarily. A few agonizing moments later, Celestina unleashes a flurry of swats. I begin to moan and struggle to escape, my legs flailing, and my hands reaching back to sooth my burning backside. Effortlessly, Celestina repositions me so that my hands are on the ground, she wraps her leg around mine and pins me with her free hand between my shoulder blades. She makes it clear that I will not go anywhere until she decides the spanking is finished.
Celestina resumes lashing me with the hairbrush. Her pace is rapid and unrelenting, showering my bottom so intensely that the raindrops do not have time to land and offer any soothing. I sob openly, and am both physically and emotionally raw. Slowing down, though continuing to spank me, Celestina tells me to prepare for the final 3 strokes. Only 3 more, I tell myself. I can do this. I need this. I deserve this, and it is worth a bit of discomfort. Whack, Whack, Whack. And the spanking is over.
Gently, Celestina rubs my bottom, crooning: “It is a good spanking, yes?” I nod, not yet able to find my voice, and she guides my pants back into place. As my breathing slowly returns to normal, I notice the sapphire blue circle surrounding the shadow of me across Celestina’s lap. Glancing to the side, I meet the gaze of the street vendor who is sheltering us from the rain with his upheld umbrella.
“Two special wishes granted today,” his honey voice reminding me of my decision to be open to whatever the day brought. And, indeed, my wish had been granted. I linger in gratitude for the wonderful spanking.
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Fabulous story!
I think your blog is really cool, with story-writing options like this. I had so wanted to enter but had a very busy couple of weeks. Perhaps next time!
ServingB
Very nice, Oh Roma land of love and spanking!
Great job on a wonderful story, Enjoy your will earned prize!
Kevin