Him and Her (M/F)
(c) 2001 by Sampast

In the beginning, he didn't understand at all.  He thought she was "sick".  He thought there was something wrong with her.  He frowned when he walked by the computer..."Are you on those sites again? What are you writing? What are you doing?" he would ask, but he didn't really want to know.

Slowly he started to accept that she did it.  He still didn't approve, but he wasn't going to stop her.  He wouldn't say anything.  He wouldn't watch.  Then maybe he wouldn't see.

He knew very little about what she did.  But he knew it all pertained to that "S" word.  He thought it so silly.  "Isn't it the same thing over and over again? Doesn't it get boring? Isn't it repetitive?"

He asked those questions because he just didn't understand.  He couldn't understand.  He wouldn't understand.

Then he started making jokes.  A slight smile here.  A comment or two there.  A smack or two here and there.  He decided he liked it a little.  The sound of his hand hitting her behind.  The handprint left on her backside.  The color it turned after several smacks...first a light pink, and then red.  How she said "it hurt" and she found it hard to sit down afterwards.

Then something happened.  "She" decided that she didn't like it.  Real spankings hurt.  She'd stick to cyber...those were emotional, but they didn't hurt.  He seemed almost disappointed.  Here he had finally tried to get into it, and she didn't want it anymore.  

She continued with the stories, with the role-playing, with the cyber relationships.  Again he watched and shook his head.  He 'tsk-tsked' her...."If only you could put your talent toward something good," he would say.  "If only you could make money with those stories," he would say.

Then one day he walked by while she was looking up her stories on the website that they were archived on.  His face lit up.  "Are those all YOURS?" he asked.  When she nodded, he said, "WOW!"  He didn't want to admit it, but he was proud of her.  Even if she couldn't put her talent toward something good or making money.

He started in again with the smacks.  A smack here.  A smack there.  "Were you good today?" he'd ask, and she'd say, "Yes."

Of course, she'd say yes.  If she said, no, she was afraid of what might happen.  She was afraid she might actually want a spanking, and then it would hurt.  She was afraid he might actually do it, and he'd like it.  Would that be so bad? She wasn't sure.

Then one day, she decided she wanted to try it again.  He had been joking with her about it throughout the day.  He started slowly, smacking cautiously, laughing when she said, "Ow" or "That hurt!"  Then the smacks got louder and harder.  They really did hurt.  They stung.  But she didn't cry.

No, she didn't cry.  Actually she laughed.  It was funny.  He was actually spanking her.  Him.  The one who said it was "sick".  The one who thought it was "wrong".  The one who thought there must have been something wrong with her.  And not only was he doing it, but he was liking it.  Yes, he actually liked it.

And she liked it too.  She liked the way her bottom started to tingle.  She liked that it was hot to the touch.  And she loved him.  Oh, she had always loved him, but now she loved him even more.  He was spanking her.  He showed her he cared about her and the things she did, and what she liked.  And most of all, it made her feel good; it made her feel safe.  He was going to take good care of her.

"Were you a good girl?" he asked.  And she said, "Yes."  She knew she was lying, but she couldn't tell him the truth.  He said, "Isn't there anything you need to confess to me? Anything you haven't told me?"  "Like what?" she asked.  "I don't do anything.  I tell you everything."

But she didn't tell him EVERYTHING.  He might be more accepting now.  He might like it a little, but there were some things he didn't understand.  Some things he couldn't understand.

But hey, they made it this far...who knew where things could go? Who knew how accepting and understanding he could become?  He'd gotten this far already.  There was still hope for him.  

She had taken a step.  She had asked for a spanking.  She had realized she wanted it and needed it.  Yeah, there was hope.  For him.  And for her.

The end.