Author: Alison Tyler, Photo by Riendo

About: "The Super" originally appeared in the collection Master/Slave. The short story (2k words) features a too-short skirt, a game of fantasy/dress-up, and a fierce spanking.

Excerpt:

He hurried me through the door to the living room, then kicked the door closed and hauled me quickly to the sofa. I saw everything swirling around me. The chocolate leather of the sofa, the bare shiny wood of the floor. He sat down and looked at me, and I shifted uncomfortably before him. I knew better than to sit, knew better than to do anything but wait. Yet waiting was the worst. Waiting and wondering. And hoping.

Of course, hoping--

"Dressed like a naughty little school girl," he hissed through his teeth. "Dressed in public like that," he continued, shaking his head now, as if he couldn't fucking believe it.

I looked down at my feet, head bowed, curls falling free now around my face, and all I could see were my polished loafers and his scuffed work boots, the dark denim blue of his Levis, the wood floor....

"Do you have anything to say for yourself?" he asked. "Anything to say in your defense?" and I shook my head no. Immediately, he was standing, his hand around my hair again, my face pulled fiercely back so that I was looking up into his gaze. The way he held my hair hurt now, and I clearly understood the message he was sending me.

"No, Sir--" I said, quickly, but not quickly enough. He had me bent over the side of the sofa in an instant, my skirt roughly pulled up to reveal the lilac rosettes adorning the tops of my garters, then yanked even higher to show my black satin panties. I heard the whisper-hiss of his belt as he pulled it free from the loops of his jeans, and then I felt the air--that crackle-shiver of moving air--before the leather connected with my upturned ass.