This short story is an entry in the 2001 Soc.Sexuality.Spanking Summer Short Story Contest and is copyright by the author and commercial use is prohibited without permission. Personal/private copies are permitted only if complete including the copyright notice. The author would appreciate your comments
Category: Adult or Humor
A Perfect Marriage
By
Valerie Meilong <VMeilong1@excite.com>
George W. Untermeyer was excited. A genuine royal Queen coming to the store! Wow! She'd be the first real VIP to call since he was appointed general manager twelve months ago. She was monarch of a relatively small European Country, but who cares, he thought, she was a genuine, copper-bottomed real live Queen. Moreover, her husband, the Duke, would be with her too.
An Equerry called on him. He learned that Her Majesty wanted to select a color wash for the ballroom. Could the store provide that? "Of course," he assured the Equerry. Hints were dropped about a personal shopper. His face lit up. "I shall attend to that myself," he said pompously. She preferred informality, he was told. He understood. "Er... the Duke...?" he murmured. Discreetly it was revealed that the Duke preferred female attendants, shapely ones. "It shall be arranged," said George W.
At last the great day came. Mary Flaherty, the prettiest girl on the staff, was presented to the Duke, and she led him to the sports department - after they'd strolled through the lingerie section. The Queen was ushered to a private room adjoining the paint department. "Red," she said in her plummy voice. "That's what I want, red."
She was shown the sample book. It contained over forty reds, from alizarin through to wine. She was bewildered. She dithered. She vacillated.
George W thought rapidly, then thought of a bold plan. "Quick," he said to his assistant. "Get me Debbie, Delores, Kitty, and Catherine. Have them wait next door." Meanwhile, her majesty fluttered and prevaricated.
The assistant returned, and nodded. "Your Majesty," said George W. in his oiliest voice. "I have an idea. Please excuse me for a moment." He exited the room, but left the door open. A few moments later there was a sound like a slow handclap. Seconds later, there was another series of strange sounds, twelve of them, each rather like a swish-thwack. This was followed by twelve similar sounds, this time with the swish a little more pronounced. And finally, twelve more sounds, each with a loud thwack but without the preceding swish.
George W. reappeared, rather out of breath. "Your Majesty," he said in his most sycophantic voice, "If you would care to follow me I think you might care to choose from some esoteric reds that I'd like to show you."
The Queen moved to the next room, curiosity on her face. She gasped. The four girls were bending over, their bottoms bare. "Your Majesty," said George W. "This shade is cadmium, that ponceau. On the end is strawberry, and this one," he said fondling the girl's bottom affectionately, "is rhodamine."
The Queen burst out laughing. "How delightful," she exclaimed. "How ingenious." She turned to her Equerry. "David" she said, "Use your cellphone and ask the Duke to join us. He can make the final choice," and her eyes twinkled mischievously.
George W. Untermeyer beamed. "Now that," he said to himself, "is what I call a perfect marriage."
The End
© Copyright Summer, 2001
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Reviews
Alex Birch <alexbirch(at)blueyonder(dot)co(dot)uk>
I really enjoyed this. The writer has a sharp, witty sense of theatre and her narrative is very readable, suiting the 500 word format perfectly, thanks to an economy of style which avoids the superfluous and flowery. Nicely done.
Sarah Nada <circler73(at)hotmail(dot)com>
Now that's what I call personalized service, and it does sound a good deal more interesting than an average day in a paint shop. But how did Mr. Untermeyer know the queen would like such an unusual display? And which shade of red did she and the Duke finally choose?