Message-ID: <45604asstr$1069884605@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: From: "Y. Lee Coyote" Reply-To: YLeeCoyote@mail.com X-Original-Message-ID: MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit X-MIME-Autoconverted: from quoted-printable to 8bit by sara.asstr-mirror.org id hAQIRosF010405 X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Wed, 26 Nov 2003 13:27:48 -0500 Subject: {ASSM} [BSFSF] St: Summary Punishment (Coyote) (M/M, spank, sex) Date: Wed, 26 Nov 2003 17:10:05 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, newsman [BSFSF] St: Summary Punishment (Coyote) (M/M, spank, sex) The following story is fiction. It contains a scene of a spanking and sex. If such a subject is offensive, uninteresting or if you are a minor (i.e., child) please leave now. This story is part of the First Annual Bradley Stoke Flash Stroke Festival (BSFSF-2003) which requires a story not to exceed 18 lines of 70 characters including the title and blank lines. From the contest rules: <> At least one author did so and even flaunted the transgression. That gave me an idea. This work is copyright by the author and commercial use is prohibited without permission. Personal/private copies are permitted only if complete including the copyright notice. This may be included on the BSFSF site. The author would appreciate your comments -- pro and con, including constructive criticism, and suggestions. E-mail: YLeeCoyote@mail.com Summary Punishment by Y. Lee Coyote It was late as I struggled home and the police cruiser cut me off. "Get in, boy!" he barked. I did; I knew better than to try to run from Officer Koccick. Soon we were under the highway behind the deserted warehouse. "You know what you fucked up, boy." I nodded; I knew all too well and that I had even had the audacity to flaunt it. "OUT!" He was twirling his black billy club -- a cubit long hunk of hard rubber. "Strip!" When I was naked, he pushed me over the hood. I saw stars each time his truncheon crashed into my butt. I had to bite my lip to stop from crying out; Officer Koccick hates sissies! He pressed the end of that club against my asshole. I gritted my teeth fearing the intrusions but not daring to move or even to speak. He stepped back and I watched as he opened his pants and freed his cock from its protective cup prison. Did I see a slight smile as he ripped open a packet and rolled the black condom down his huge shaft? He stepped behind me and pressed his great steel-hard, club into me. It was great. We stopped for donuts and coffee when he drove me home. But I wish he hadn't made me lick my cum from his filthy cruiser. The End (C) Copyright A.I.L. November 26, 2003 Y. Valid return address is (Posting address is for the spammers) See my stories at http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/YLeeCoyote/www/ See Goldilocks stories at http://www.geocities.com/goldilocks1938/ -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ------ send stories to: | | FAQ: Moderators: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |ASSM Archive at Hosted by | |Discuss this story and others in alt.sex.stories.d; look for subject {ASSD}| +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+