Choose Your Own Spanking
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(****, ?/?, Edgy, Could contain anything.)

This is an interactive story where you get to choose how the story progresses. (Approximately 548 words. Originally published 1998-02.)

You slip out from behind the bushes and hurry after the woman in white. She is out of your sight now, so you walk fast to catch up. You realize you are afraid you may lose her, so you break into a run. The path wraps around a corner up ahead and as you race forward you are suddenly upon her. Too suddenly, in fact. You collide into her from behind, almost knocking her to the ground.

"Oh! I'm sorry!" you cry out and help her to steady herself. "Are you all right?"

"Yes, I'm fine," she says softly, her voice nervous and hesitant. She looks at you as though she is afraid of you. "I'm fine," she says again, her dark eyes peering into yours, but she does not seem fine.

"I did not see you in the dark," you say, still horrified that you may have hurt her.

She smiles. "I am not hurt. Do not feel guilty."

"Are you certain?"

"Yes, quite. Please, I am holding you up. You were obviously in a tremendous hurry to reach your destination."

"Oh, no," you say, unsure how to proceed. "I, uh, was just running for exercise. I'm not in a hurry."

"You jog at night?"

"Less traffic," you say with a smile. She laughs, and you find she is quite pleasant. But she still seems frightened of you. "I'm Terry," you say with your friendliest grin and hold out your hand. She takes it slowly, glancing about as she does so, almost as if she were a shipwrecked survivor forced to release her life preserver in order to grasp your hand.

"My name is Shari," she whispers. A gust of wind blows through the narrow section of the path where you are standing and she looks behind her and shivers.

"Let's get out of the wind," you say. "Are you looking for someone?"

Again she looks at you, her expression blank, as though she is afraid to reveal anything to you. "My husband," she says finally.

"This late?" you ask.

She looks embarrassed. "Yes. It -- it's part of a game we play."

"A game?"

"Yeah." Her cheeks flush crimson. "I am to hide from him here while he searches for me. Then, when he finds me, he rips off my clothes and ravishes me." She looks away but when you don't say anything she turns back to you. "Do you think that is perverted?"

"Not really. Sounds kinky, though. I like it."

"Oh. You don't think it's weird?"

Your smile is reassuring. "Of course it's weird! What isn't? What does it matter if it is? It doesn't mean you are abnormal or anything. I myself -- " You break off, hesitant.

"You what?" She moves closer to you, her eyes wide and friendly, her expression a haunting mixture of desire and denial.

You hesitant again. She seems friendly, and as she was honest with you, you want to be honest with her. But it _is_ your deepest secret. Should you tell her?

What do you do:

1. Tell her you would love to be spanked [Go to 33]

2. Tell her you would love to spank her [Go to 34]

3. Tell her good night and go home [Go to 24]