From: ZSGP68B@prodigy.com (Ronald Mcingle)
Subject: The Roller Coaster
Date: Mon, 24 Jul 1995 23:58:42 GMT


  OK, here is my second entry to the Short Story Contest.
Exactly 500 words!  Enjoy,



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  It was time.  Anita didn't care for BDSM herself, but she knew Rob 
did.  So every so often she would satisfy his needs with "an attitude 
adjustment session".

  For Rob, it was like a roller coaster ride.  Waiting the weeks and 
months before Anita would satisfy his needs was like the incredible line 
at the amusement park.  Once it was announced that the time had arrived, 
he was on the loading platform: his last chance to back out.

  Bent naked over the kitchen counter, the car is leaving the platform, 
only to stop just before the uphill section.  As Anita ties his hands to 
the counter, the car engages the chain for it's initial ascent.  It will 
just be a short time now.  Anxiety builds, and a sense of dread 
overwhelms him.  Suddenly, he wants out.  He tugs on the ropes holding 
him in place, but it is futile.

  Finally, he is at the top.  He clenches his buttocks tightly, 
anticipating the first blow.  The first curve is mild, as the car has 
yet to build up speed.  The next few follow much the same, heavy enough 
to redden his buttocks but not enough to really cause him pain.

  Then the bottom drops out as the track dips.  Rob is just recovering 
from the fierce blow when the car reaches the bottom, and another 
searing blow of the paddle lands on his buttocks.  He cries out in pain 
as the car shakes him from left to right, the paddle striking his 
buttocks rapidly.

  A brief pause now, as the car negotiates a slight turn at the top of a 
hill.  But he can see the next one coming, and he fears it.  If he could 
leap from the car, he would.  But as the car starts another rapid 
descent, he can do nothing but stiffen and yell.

  Over and over again the car dips and banks.  Some turns are stronger 
than others, but the pattern remains the same.  A brief, searing pain, 
followed by a few moments of disorientation.  Some amount of recovery, 
then another sense of dread as the next curve looms into view.

 The worst was always near the end.  The ass numbing sequence of dips 
and turns, using up the last of the energy followed by the quick plunge 
into the water stop at the end.

  "Please exit to your left when the car has come to a full and complete 
stop"

  Rob is only half aware of his surroundings.  His entire body is 
dripping with sweat (don't they always design it to get you wet?).  The 
adrenaline rush has left his muscles weak and shaky, and slightly dizzy 
from hyperventilation.  And his buttocks are on fire.

  Now he is free of the car.  Anita is holding him, easing him down from 
his high.

  "That was great!"  Rob says.  "Thank you".

  As they turn towards the bedroom, Rob is already thinking to himself 
"That wasn't so bad.  Let's do it again."  But the line is sooooo 
long.....