Strange inspiration

A reprise of Shawn and Jenny for this week’s Speakeasy. I’m warning you, this one might be a little disturbing. I hope you’re into being disturbed.

Life had once been defined by linears and absolutes. Shawn hadn’t always felt comfortable with a whip in his hand. Rulers and T-squares were long his tools of choice and he still longed for the familiar weight of a freshly sharpened pencil in his hand even as he stood before his naked wife, his hand filled with the whip’s heavy leather handle.

“Jenny, dear,” Shawn raised the whip above his head, “I’m thinking of making a soup for supper.” He brought the whip down with a satisfying crack.

Of course Jenny couldn’t answer with the gag in her mouth, but Shawn chatted pleasantly nevertheless, as usual. Jenny’s body tightened with the impact.

“I could make that butternut squash recipe you like so much,” Shawn continued. “And I think I’ll pop over to the bakery for some bread later,” he raised the whip again, feeling excited over his prospects for the rest of the day. His designs for the new building were nearly complete, and Jenny seemed nearly ready for him to have his way with her. And there was the soup, too. A perfect day, he thought.

Whip in midflight for the third time, Shawn had a flash of realization. He let the whip complete its circular path, then dropped it on the floor beside Jenny. “Just a moment, Jenny, you’ve given me an inspiration,” he murmured as he reached for the pencil and pad on the nightstand. Jenny eyed him desperately from the bed. “Sorry, dear,” he said as he put the finishing touches on his design: the curved metal lashings that would pin the transparent elevators to the building’s exterior. It was chancy, he knew. Hopefully his engineers wouldn’t complain.

Jenny thrashed on the bed as Shawn finished up his plans. There was something so alluring to him about multitasking. Finally, he dropped the pencil and returned to the bed, removing her gag at long last. “Only three lashings?” Jenny pouted as she reached for him. “I’ll do better next time, darling,” Shawn laughed.

Afterwards, Shawn rinsed his hands with cool water from the blue faucet in the master bathroom. Jenny had picked it to match the old drawing of the water pump he’d done back in the days when his pencil never left his hand. He’d been such an absolutist then, he thought sadly, only drawing what he could see with the same tools, never trying anything more. Jenny must have sensed what he was capable of, though, he thought as she wandered through to the shower, smiling. He admired his new artwork through the glass of the shower door while he dried his hands, then dressed and left for the bakery.


13 thoughts on “Strange inspiration

  1. A moment enjoyably pinned down. Not disturbing as such; I was amused, carried along and, ultimately, inspired in turn.

  2. Ha!ha!This was very creative and totally entertaining-in a unique way Christi-definitely enjoyed this take on the prompt 🙂

  3. I wasn’t quite sure what dark place we might be going for a minute there. I was quite relieved to read the second last paragraph. That was a rather satisfying story really. I’m rather partial to a happy ending (so to speak) and I guess I’m content to take them as they come. 🙂 This is a well written piece. Well done.

  4. A very interesting relationship described in an extremely creative way. I actually like this, once I realized that a desire to please each other was the driving force, with or without the whip. I’ll be that soup was yummy and satisfying.

  5. Far less disturbing than it could have been! I, too, enjoyed this. It’s amazing how different the story can be, and how different the emotions, when you choose a positive spin.

  6. I love the contrast of the whip with their easy, comfortable relationship. Delightful story, Christi! Great use of the prompts! 🙂

  7. This wasn’t so disturbing when I realized she was willingly restrained an whipped. Not my cup of tea, but it seems to work well for them 🙂

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