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
A Sporting Chance
By
Valerie Meilong <VMeilong1@excite.com>
"I'm going to enter the Short Story Competition," I said.
"Good," replied my wife. "Do you know what sort of thing they like?"
Damn the woman. She's always so logical.
I spent the next three days reading stories from the SSS newsgroup, and the SSC Archives. God, no wonder they say www stands for world wide wait.
"I've now got a feel for what they like," I said.
"Good," said my wife. "Start."
My fingers flew over the keys.
<<"I shan't need you until Monday, Charles," I said, stepping out of my Rolls. "Very good, Sir Arnold," said my chauffeur deferentially.
Ilse was waiting for me in the hall, with her shiny black knee-high boots, and the thin crooked smile on her lips she'd copied from her brothers in the SS. "You're late," she said coldly, swishing the whip. "One minute twenty five seconds. You know what zat means?" I cringed. "Vun-hundred and twenty-five lashes," she said, her voice like ice.
I moaned.
"Plus fifty with ze paddle first, for answering back. Strip!"
Her two parlour maids helped me remove my clothes. Marlene grabbed my dick and led me to the wooden frame in the punishment room. They fastened the straps at my wrists and ankles, and Clotilda fastened the cold steel clamp to my dick.">>
"That's two dicks," said my wife.
I deleted dick and substituted cock.
<< "Ilse raised the paddle. Schvein, (Thwack). Sauerkraut, (Thwack). Rotten sauzage, (Thwack).
She got into a rhythm now.
(Thwack) (Thwack) (Thwack) (Thwack) (Thwack) (Thwack) (Thwack) (Thwack) (Thwack) (Thwack) (Thwack) (Thwack) (Thwack) (Thwack) (Thwack) (Thwack) (Thwack) (Thwack) (Thwack) (Thwack) (Thwack) (Thwack) (Thwack) (Thwack) (Thwack) (Thwack) (Thwack) (Thwack) (Thwack) (Thwack) (Thwack) (Thwack) (Thwack) (Thwack) (Thwack) (Thwack) (Thwack) (Thwack) (Thwack) (Thwack) (Thwack) (Thwack) (Thwack) (Thwack) (Thwack) (Thwack) (Thwack) (Thwack) (Thwack) (Thwack)>>
"That's crap," said my wife.
"So?" I said, as my fingers flew over the keys once more.
<<"Now," hissed Ilse. "Pass me ze whip, my liddle Mädchens." She turned to me. "Take zat," (Crack) "Schweinhund." (Crack.)
She got into a rhythm now.
(Crack.) (Crack.) (Crack.) (Crack.) (Crack.) (Crack.) (Crack.) (Crack.) (Crack.) (Crack.) (Crack.) (Crack.) (Crack.) (Crack.) (Crack.) (Crack.) (Crack.) (Crack.) (Crack.) (Crack.) (Crack.) (Crack.) (Crack.) (Crack.) (Crack.) (Crack.) (Crack.) (Crack.) (Crack.) (Crack.) (Crack.) (Crack.) (Crack.) (Crack.) (Crack.) (Crack.) (Crack.) (Crack.) (Crack.) (Crack.) (Crack.) (Crack.) (Crack.) (Crack.) (Crack.) (Crack.) (Crack.) (Crack.)>>
"Oh, come on. That's absolute crap," said my wife.
"But it's typical of the stuff that gets posted. It's what's popular."
"Bullshit," said my wife.
"Read the stories I've collected if you don't believe me."
She did. It took her two hours.
"Hm! I think you may be right. Actually, what you've written is better than some of the shit that's posted. Send it in. Who knows, you might win. You've certainly got a sporting chance there, boyo."
I know she's Welsh, but I wish she wouldn't use the word, boyo. It sounds so common.
**********
Wot! Cheeky?
Well if you don't like it you know what you can do. Spank me.
The End
© Copyright Summer, 2001
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Reviews
Julie Moon <Msmusic4(at)won(dot)com>
A story about writing a story for the sss 2001 contest. This was well written with lots of laughs within the writers dilemma. Is this what they want he asks? I think it is.
Needy Wench <needywench(at)hotmail(dot)com>
The tongue in cheek attitude of this one is terrific. I've sat and evaluated a lot of these stories now, and wonder how many accents there are, how many different words for the sound a good spanking makes. You did a good job of capturing the motivation of someone less than a true spanko!
Frank <sswitcher(at)yahoo(dot)com>
A fascinating application of the story-within-a-story technique. The inner story starts out really rather hot. Unfortunately it quickly degenerates - as the author herself recognizes - into "absolute crap". The outer story is really rather amusing, however the author (or at least, her character) implies that some of the other stories posted are also "shit", and then has the unmitigated gall to cheekily taunt her readers to spank her if they object! Unless she has an arse made of steel, she may wish to consider whether such taunting is really wise. If I had my way, she would not be sitting comfortably for at least a week!
Michele <mcasson(at)telus(dot)com>
In "A Sporting Chance" Valerie pokes fun at some of the stereotypes of spanking fiction and fantasy. Mostly this piece wittily skewers some of the tired conventions of spanking erotica, and had me giggling in recognition. Valerie's characterization of the writers of s.s.s. took me aback, though, and detracted from the otherwise good natured satire of the piece.