The Gloveslap Stories

[TheEarl]

Here is the thread to post your gloveslap stories. The explanation for this thread can be found here: https://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?s=&postid=10702697#post10702697.

Let's hope we get some more fun stories.

The Earl
Slapper in chief

 

[BlackShanglan]

Charmed to be the first. This was difficult indeed. I decided not to undertake a revision, as I could not come up with a suitably clear way to indicate the changes without shredding the text.

(Correction inserted in parentheses; all else is as written in the first draft. Earl, you’ve very neatly revealed my weakness to all. God, I miss my multiple drafts.)

I was brought to Judon’s house to serve as his second wife. He chose well; Ku Ni, his first wife, was a proud woman, and a rival would not ahve lived (have) long. In me he found what he sought: not beauty, but obedience. Such is the lot of the second wife.

In truth, it waws (was) no hard life at first. To walk amid the peacokcks (peacocks) in the gardens of lichened rocks and cherry blossoms was sweet to the daughter of a peasant, even if I must be careful always to remain three steps behind the sweeping silk train of Ku Ni’s robe. And Judon was kind to me; at dinner, when I knelt behind them, he put more of his food int o (into) the little bowl of scraps than was needed, and now and then placed there a morsel sweet to taste when I at, (ate,) after them, grateful for their leavings.

But my tale is of my duties, and that first night in particular. This was the way of it.

I had learned my first day to please Ku Ni. She was swift to correct if I did not. That afternoon I had knelt between her kn (corrected – thighs) and learned the duties of the second wife – to please the first. The hard back of her ebony hairbrush was her instrument of chastisement, and I strove to please her, pressing my mouth to her hot, fragrant lips and working there with my tongue until at last she clutched my hair, digging her nails against my scalp, and thrust againstm y (my) lips. I learned to drink swiftly the (correct to “from the”) spring of her desire, and at last she thrust me back and spurned me only lightly with her foot.

That night, however, she was less my friend. She was angry, for Judon would take from my (corrected to “me”) my maidenhead, and this Ku Ni resented. She knew, of course, that as second wife I would not be granted this favor again, but she was bitter that I had it at all – the presence of Judon in my body. She called me to her early and bid me prepare her, slapping swiftyl (swiftly) at any hesitation.

“Take down the jar.”

I turned, too slow to suit her, and she pushed me toward the lacquered table by the bed. There was a figure there, a strange dancing god i(deleted) like the figure of a monkey. Its left hand was outspread, and thereon stood a stoppered stone bottle. I brought it swiftly.

Ku Ni snatched it and opened it, dripping several drops upon each nipple. They hardened, and she gripped my hair hard, yanking my head down.

“Lick,” she snapped. I did. It stung the tongue – bitter and sharp – an (deleted) but I saw how the cold biting liquid raised her nipples hard, and she gasped as my warm tog(corrected to “tongue”) met them. She held my head down, and I worked anxiously to please her, feeling the strike of her correction now and again as I labored at her breasts.

When Judon entered I dared not raise my head. I heard him cross the floor, quietly, as I crouched on the richly draped bed and serviced Ku NI. He spoke as he came closer, his voice low and gentle. IT was always gentle to me.

“She sercves (serves) well.” I felt him by my cheek, bt (but) dared not look up.

“She is slow, and lazy,” sanpped (snapped) Ku Ni, and slapped my cheek. I kept my eyes down and sucked as softly and sweetly as I knew how, playing my tongue over the taut nipple. I knew she felt pleasure; I swa (saw) it in the curve of her body. But she was bitter as well, and she made me feel it.

“Surely we can spare her some gentleness, this first night?” Judon murmured. His hand touched my thigh. I trembled, but kept to my work as his fingers slid under my robe and stroked upon the inner su(corrected to “curve”) of the flesh.

“Spare her what you like,” said Ku Ni bitterly. SHe pushed me from her, but Judon led me back, though I flinched.

“Kiss,” he murmured softly. I was afraid to approach her, fr (for) her eyes gleamed with anger. But I did his will, and she submitted to it, though she looked hot hatred at me.

My body was eager for him. She did not miss this as I kissed her softly and strove to please her, my tongue lapping at the corners of her mouth and touching gently within. She bit at me, so that I drew my tongue back, and her hands came up as Judon knelt behind me and pushed my robes aside. My heart pounded; the moment was come. But I would have no peace of it, as Ku Ni gripped my nipples in her thumbs and din (corrected to “fingers”) and twisted them until I gasped.

“Silence, slut,” she growled. I trembled; in that moment, he entered me. I cried out, and she bit at my lip, draw(deleted) hard enough to draw blood.

“Oooh, you bit me,” she cried, using the excuse to redouble her attack. But I could hardly spare her a thought. Judon’s cock sunk into my body, and I wailed with the pleasure of it. His hand closed on my hip, a slow, firm caress, and he sunk deeper, taken (corrected to “taking”) my maidenhead in a hard, deep thrust. The pain with (corrected to “was”) nothing to the pleasure; I bowed my head, throu (corrected to “though”) Ku Ni struck at me, and thrust back against him, panting.

“Enjoy it now,” she hissed poisonously. “You won’t have him again. Second wife. You will take my leavings.”

I knew it to be true. But I savored the moment. Later, when it was done – when I was crouched once more between her thighs, licking in utter submission as he opened the aching clench of my ass for his use, I remembered it. I was their slut – second wife, taker of leavings, to perform all that the first wife scorned, and never to feel the husabnd’s (changed to “husband’s”) first cuty (changed to “duty”) again. But I had had him – and he wanted me.


(1005 words when the 46 words of corrections are subtracted.)

 

[yui]

SLAP!

Shanglan has been spanked with my glove. Your challenge, should you choose to accept it:

Write a story (erotic or non-erotic) with two protagonists, male or female, which must utilise the following things:

A left-handed monkey
A bottle of bitter lemon
The phrase "Ooh, you just bit my tongue!"

And here's the kicker - you're not allowed to use the backspace or the delete key. The story must be written as is, without any kind of editing or correcting of mistakes; if you tap a key, I want to see that keytap in the final thing. Feel free to rewrite lines if you want, but you can't delete the original, incorrect ones.

Enjoy .

The Earl

You actually did it! http://www.addis-welt.de/smilie/smilie/tier/bud.gif

I'm impressed because you actually did it and did it well! It takes me longer to write a response to a flirting thread than it took you to write a neat little story.

I bow before you...ambiguous about your gender, but prostrated by your talent.

Luck,

Yui

 

[BlackShanglan]

You actually did it! http://www.addis-welt.de/smilie/smilie/tier/bud.gif

I'm impressed because you actually did it and did it well! It takes me longer to write a response to a flirting thread than it took you to write a neat little story.

I bow before you...ambiguous about your gender, but prostrated by your talent.

Luck,

Yui

Bless you and your adorable animated smiley. I really must save that one. I would save your kind words as well. Thank you, yui.

Shanglan

 

[Guest]

Sh., that was lovely, truly. I would have recognized your voice even if I had not known it was by you. Very very impressed, again. As I tell my fave Lit. author whenever I read him, write more!

Perdita

 

[Lucifer_Carroll]

For Shan

“I’m just saying, Lily,” Martin spoke rubbing his wispy chin hairs as only Martin could. He was the only person Lily knew that could convey nefarious plotting with a gesture intended to demonstrate innocent internal thought. Of course, that had always been Martin’s nature. She would find it quite alluring if not for one problem.

“It isn’t right how she treats Margaret.”

Ah, Margaret, Lily thought bitterly. Margaret was always the prime topic on Martin’s mind. So much of his little head filled with dreams of something so utterly inaccessible. I mean, to love a human is one thing, she thought with a slight hint of vitriol. Many faerie have made that folly, but to love one who was not even attracted to his sex was something altogether different. Yep, Margaret was a complete dyke and enamored with the bitch whom Martin couldn’t bring himself to mention. That is, the Baroness of the humongous house whose pantry Lily and Martin were currently “renting” in secret and only paying for in trivial chores. The same Baroness who would freak out and would probably call the Exterminators at even the slightest whiff of their existence.

Lucky for us then that we have Margaret, Lily muttered into her mind with bitter truth. The plucky servant girl was their contact to the outside world and also their human confidante. She helped keep them secret. They did favors for her. Like the one Martin is about to do if I know him at all.

She kept her gaze focused out the keyhole where the Baroness was chewing Margaret out on improper basil usage on some random Italian dish and was throwing a plate at her head for “looking snippety at the Baroness”. She glanced back where Martin’s hand was stroking his chin hair decidedly faster and where his eye was dancing a foxtrot.

“Something should be done,” he muttered. Lily sighed.

“We shouldn’t risk it,” Lily replied knowing full well the something Martin was planning on. Hell, Martin had even sent poor Margaret to buy a giant un-sliced pickle for the “something”.

“I think it’s time,” Martin spoke, his head never moving an inch to acknowledge Lily’s presence. Already she knew she had lost the argument, but that wasn’t about to stop her trying one last plea for sanity.

“It’s too risky, Martin. We will have to abandon the pantry if any part of the plan messes up.”

“I promised Margaret,” Martin admitted.

That dog! Lily clenched her fist in anger. Going behind my back like that. Still, she knew when she was beaten and so reluctantly she gave her consent.

“Sigh, you win. I shall prepare the pasta for Plan Pantry Pandemonium,” she uttered in defeat. She hated the name of the plan, but what was she going to do.

#

“What is that sound, Margaret?” the Baroness screeched annoyingly at the poor shaken servant girl. “What’s going on in that pantry?”

“I don’t hear anything ma’am,” she lied with a beautiful tremble. “Shall I look anyway?”

“Of course, you dumb little shit,” the Baroness spat out angrily. “Damnitt, why did I ever agree to take you on?”

Margaret ducked out of swinging range and made a big show out of investigating the cupboard and finding nothing. She could see Martin giving a head nod, the signal for the plan they discussed earlier. She spoke aloud to the Baroness, “I don’t see anything ma’am.”

“Damn worthless girl,” the Baroness cried from the table. “Go…go clean the Deus Ex Machina or something while I again do everything myself.” She gave a theatrical sign of martyrdom. Margaret hid her grimace under a patient veneer. Everything, try nothing. Still that presence is so sexy in its self-absorption.

She skeedadled according to plan while the Baroness engaged in her longest walk of the night over to the pantry door. She opened it even more theatrically with a muttered stream of complaints about Margaret. Which is probably why the orange came flying at her a bit faster than was in the original plan and a bit higher smacking her between the eyes instead of into her mouth and knocking her out.

#

When the Baroness came to, she found that she couldn’t move her arms and that strange little gnomes were standing in front of her on a shelf.

She attempted to say something along the lines of you filthy little buggers. What have you done with my arms? I shall kill your evil mice empire, but found it coming out more as “Mnngh mmph mrrgh, rargr mrrgh? Mr mrrgrrgrr rrr.”

“That’d be the orange, yer highness,” Martin said with a touch of sadism and idly propping himself against a pack of matches. “It’s gonna be mighty hard for you to speak or threaten us.”

This didn’t stop another round of muffled threats and some pathetic attempts of swings.

“And your movement is going to be shot to Hell as well,” Martin said with pride looking at the setup Lily had fashioned. Faerie-strengthened and connected spaghetti acted as rope tying the Baroness’s hands together and hooking it to a random hook on the ceiling. Her feet were crammed into a jar of molasses that had been bought economy-sized for this very purpose and then made extra-adhesive by faerie magic.

“But why waste time with words,” Martin spoke with relish. “Let us skip straight toward the fun.” Martin nodded over to Lily who had always been his superior in the complicated art of magic. She waved her hand and the Baroness’s body was displayed in its natural beauty for all to see. Martin looked up and down with a lazy appreciation. So that’s why Margaret is so smitten, he muttered into his skull with a hint of lust and sadness. The baroness had a slim, yet strong naked presence. Looking both fragile and dominating at the same time. Her body was trembling in fear at what she could only imagine awaited for her. Her sensitive nipples were jumping in the mix of anticipation and cold breeze. Yet, through it all, her eyes were staring bloody murder at Martin. Perfect, he smiled. I shall break her for the greater good.

He struck a match from his perch and levitated himself over to the Baroness’s imposing yet skittish breasts and looked straight up at her daring eyes. It seemed to call out to him to show his mettle. Prove that he was a man. He let the match dangle down and catch the tip of her right nipple.

A muffled scream, a jump, and the formation of tears on the edges of her eyes. Fascinating, he thought to himself. He did it again to the left nipple. Same reaction. He let himself drop lower to her gleaming cunt. He rubbed his eyes and looked again. She’s fucking gleaming. She’s getting off on this overdramatic victim shit. He wanted to call over to Lily. He wanted to point it out like one would show off a prized pig. He wanted to do a lot, but most of all he wanted to press the lit match to her clit.

Louder scream, bigger jump, and light sobs. And as an induced bonus a small stream of female sexual matter slowly running down her leg. Martin rubbed his chin and held the match as a light as he looked down.

He whistled in awe. It was ginormous to say the least. He could easily fit his body in there if he wanted to. Not one to think on impulses for very long, he did so and roamed with his hands while the match’s proximity to the walls caused occasional jumps from his prisoner. Eventually he felt a shudder as his hand passed over the area he was looking for. Ah, now to complete the theory, he thought giddily and pressed the flame against the Baroness’s g-spot.

He sputtered a few seconds later on the ground, covered in juice and with an extinguished match. His captive was looking a might more relaxed than she had been a scant few seconds ago.

Might as well skip the foreplay, Martin mused. “The pickle,” he ordered in a calm voice as Lily floated the vinegar soaked appendage over to him. He hoisted it awkwardly with both hands and floated himself up. There was enough vinegar to act as a quite painful lubricant, yet there seemed only one hole available that wouldn’t swallow it like it was candy. Such a shame, he quipped sarcastically to himself while positioning the glorified cucumber at the tip of her anus. One shove and…

Scream City.

#

Margaret came running on schedule and slammed open the doors to find the Baroness screaming and bound with a pickle up her ass. As theatrically as she can she grabs Martin and Lily and makes a show out of throwing them out the window. In record time, she removes the binds and painful vinegar-soaked treat from the Baroness and begins the comforting stage of the plan.

“I got rid of the beasts, ma’am.”

“T-thank you, Magaret,” the shaken and violated Baroness stammers.

“But I better stay with you in case they attack again. If this is okay with you, ma’am?”

The Baroness was too shaken and fearful of another attack to refuse the seductive offer to share her bed. “Of course. I want you to guard me as close as you can.”

Margaret smiled malevolently. “As you wish, ma’am.”

#

Later that night, Martin and Lily were resettling in the pantry when light moans began to drift from upstairs.

“So are you upset,” Lily asked as Martin bit his lip and looked down. “You may have just lost her forever.”

Martin sulked a little and would not answer.

“But there are alternatives you know,” she pressed on, sitting next to him. “More available and willing options to be explored.”

A furrow came across Martin’s eyebrows as he looked over at his faerie companion for possibly the first real time.

“You still got those matches, big boy,” she whispered.

A malevolent grin spread across Martin’s face and slowly a distinctly softer and higher pitched series of groans began to harmonize with the one’s upstairs and fill the once cold Baroness’s House with joy.







There, pantry bondage, faerie magic, three inner monologues, rich/poor lesbian sex, and pickle penetration for my picky equine friend. Hmm, if I expand on the actual sex part and the conclusion, I might have a submitable story.

 

[TheEarl]

Shanglan and Luc: Bloody well done (even if luc did steal my slap). I feel scared about doing my one now.

Still plenty of room for slappers and slappees on the challenge thread. Come an sign up, one and all.

The Earl

 

[BlackShanglan]

Wonderful work, Luc - truly bizarre and amusing. I particularly liked the line "I shall break her for the greater good." Hmmm, I shall have to remember that

Shanglan

 

[Evil Alpaca]

Wonderful work, Luc - truly bizarre and amusing. I particularly liked the line "I shall break her for the greater good." Hmmm, I shall have to remember that

Shanglan

Shanglan, I thought you were going on vacation or something. It's hard to miss you when you don't leave?

 

[BlackShanglan]

Shanglan, I thought you were going on vacation or something. It's hard to miss you when you don't leave?

This is my last night of semi-liberty. On and off. 15 -minute breaks in the staggering workload.

Shanglan

 

[Kassiana]

Entry: The Informant

Below the quoted material, which summarizes the requirements for my story, you will find my entry. With the evil restrictions provided by TheEvil ... Oh, I mean TheEarl ... it comes to 944 words. Enjoy!

Kassiana: You have to write a 1st person story from the perspective of an inanimate object. The story can be m/m, f/m or f/f, but at least one of the characters has to be a fundamentalist Christian and everything has to be from the object's POV. Include the phrase: "Oh no, we couldn't possibly do that. Who would clean up the mess?" in your story. max wordlength 1000 words.

So you want to know about Jessie, huh? Okay, pal. I’ll talk.

My name? …Call me Sanyo for now.

Oh, she seems all sweet and innocent, sure. She’s a Jesus freak to the freakiest. Been one since she was about eight. But I hear everything she doesn’t want to admit to you guys.

She confides in me, you see.

Her fiancé, Seamus, came over last night while she was pouring her heart out to me. All about her evil sexual desires, how she wanted to get good and fucked, how “ashamed” she was about the trashy romances she kept getting from the library and only reading the “good” parts of…

He unlocked the door quietly and slipped in as she was describing how hot the idea of getting spanked and ass-fucked got her.

“It does?” His voice cracked through the room.

She turned so fast, even Lady Aire’s light couldn’t keep up with her. “Seamus!” she exclaimed, trying to hide her nervousness.

You hear it, right? That shy little giggle, half-guilty, half-pleased?

He grabbed her from behind, solid as a wrench on a nut. “I thought you weren’t interested in sex, Jessie. I thought you were a good girl.”

Yeah, he does have a deep voice.

No, I’m not him.

Just listen.

“Oh, Seamus …” She moved to sit on the bed, ruffling the cotton spread. “I’m sorry. I know you’re disgusted. I would be.”

He made his own rustling sounds as he sat down by her. A protesting squeak came from the Dream Queen. “Who said I was disgusted?”

“But, I thought …” She paused, then began again, very quietly. I turned up the volume on the microphone. “I thought you wanted me to be good.”

He spoke at full volume. I turned down the mic. “If you want to be, Jessie. If it makes you happy.” He seized her again. “It doesn’t, though, does it?”

Whispers again. “No. It should. It’s what God wants.”

“Maybe it isn’t. Maybe us being together is what God wants.”

“But we’re not married!”

She stood and walked over to me. Her finger tapped along the case lightly.

“Aren’t we?” He took a deep breath. “Isn’t it marriage when two people agree to spend their lives together before God? How’d people do it before the great United States government said you had to pay for a state license, or before there were ministers everywhere?”

I did raise the bass on that one. His passion throbbed through me.

She turned from me and looked at him helplessly. “Well, maybe …”

He smiled. “Besides, I want to bury myself in your ass.”

“Shay!”

It was her “not really outraged, but I feel I should be” scream. I’ve played that one over and over to myself…

Sorry. Let’s go on.

“Why not?” He prowled behind her and gave her rear a little slap. She jumped, but the gasp and look she gave him showed she liked what he’d done.

She fumbled for words but found them, after a few false starts. "Shay, we … I mean, you wouldn’t … Oh no, we couldn't possibly do that. Who would clean up the mess?"

He chuckled into her right ear. “That’s why God made towels.”

Great. Little miss Martha Stewart’s gonna love that.

That drew another delighted gasp and another quick objection. “But you don’t have … you’d need … you know, something for … back there.”

“Mm.” He drew back and looked her up and down. “You’ve done your research. No wonder I love you.”

“You don’t, right?” She sounds torn between apprehension and desire, doesn’t she? I love her voice.

“Maybe,” he said, drawing the word out almost painfully slowly. “You just get the towels, and I’ll worry about that.”

Another loud slap. Oh, her ass resonates to his hand, doesn’t it? I’m looking forward to their next encounter, I’ll tell you.

She brought out three thick yellow towels and put them on the bed. One slid off (not surprising, I suppose) but Jessie caught her and put her back in place.

Seamus did come prepared. A clear tube, some pieces of sheepskin, and a few minutes later, they were entwined, kissing and breathing hard. I turned up my volume again and caught it all.

Great, isn’t it? Wait just a minute…there! Did you hear that squeal? First time he’d ever gotten a good swipe between her legs. Boy, did she love it, too …

There she goes again! Wait, wait … here it comes … “Oh, oh, oh Shay … don’t let me fall…”

“I’ve got you, baby…”

“Oh, I’m going to…I’m going to…AH!”

Let me play that again for you. A first for her … how delicious!

No, I didn’t sneak in there and tape it. I told you I live with her.

You won’t believe me if I tell you.

Fine. I’m her tape recorder.

Hello?

Mr. Vines?

Anyone there?

Well. I guess I need to see if his answering machine is interested in a copy of their most interesting moments.

Once I soothe those poor towels, of course. Being covered with blood, salty thick liquid, lubricant, and human anal secretions would upset anyone, and since they’re Martha Stewart brand, they’re even more temperamental than your average linen.

 

[Kassiana]

Bumping the thread.

 

[rikaaim]

Bumping the thread.

A flawless fantastic story. Well done. I am impressed. I am not so proficient with the special smileys, or you would get a big one that does lots of cool stuff.

 

[Kassiana]

A flawless fantastic story. Well done. I am impressed. I am not so proficient with the special smileys, or you would get a big one that does lots of cool stuff.

Um. Well. Geez.

You managed to leave Kass speechless. Give yourself an experience point.

 

[Huckleman2000]

Partly to bump the thread...
But mostly to say that Kassiana's output really floored me! To take that challenge, and come up with that, in such a short time, amazes me. This is like an exercise in the idea that imposing limits results in more creativity.

In fact, I must go and read the other stories in this thread! (Yes, I've been lax.)

Hopefully, more of you will as well.

 

[Kassiana]

Partly to bump the thread...
But mostly to say that Kassiana's output really floored me! To take that challenge, and come up with that, in such a short time, amazes me. This is like an exercise in the idea that imposing limits results in more creativity.

In fact, I must go and read the other stories in this thread! (Yes, I've been lax.)

Hopefully, more of you will as well.

I'm hoping to see more people write their stories here, too. You have a challenge we're waiting on, right?