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
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Alex Birch Died
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Alex Birch died, and, as you might expect, was sent below.
"Relax laddie, relax," said Lucifer. "It's 2001. There've been many changes since your father was here. Now, there's a choice. There's a Chili room, a Chilly room, and a Jilly room."
The nervousness remained visible on Alex's face.
"I'll show you," said the Devil urbanely, and opened the first door. The room was devilishly hot, and was crowded with naked men and women, all eating chilies. Flames were coming out of their five orifices.
"Uh-uh!" thought Alex. "No sirree. Heat is not to my liking. And I hate chilies. I liked the nakedness, though. That blonde had lovely tits. But, on balance, no."
However, he kept his thoughts to himself and muttered a non-committal grunt..
"Now the Chilly Room," said Lucifer with a car-salesman's smile, and opened the door. Again, it was crowded with naked men and women, but this time it was cold, cold, cold. Everyone had icicles dangling from their sticking-out bits. "Wow!' though Alex. "Icicles on my dong! No way Jos�." But he kept his thoughts to himself, smiled wanly, and again muttered a non-committal grunt..
"And now," said the Devil in a deep portentous voice, "Our latest addition. The Jilly Room."
"Why Jilly?" said Alex in bewilderment. Lucifer chuckled. "Why, I thought you'd know, but I suppose living in a backwater like England you wouldn't would you? Jillies are Air Hostesses. This used to be the Air Hostess's Hell, and available only to male airline pilots, but it's now open up to any male."
He opened the door. Again it was crowded, and again everyone was naked, but this time the men were seated on upright chairs, an each had a naked girl over his lap, and was spanking away like fury. By the side of each chair was a small table, on which stood a Styrofoam cup of coffee. Nobody touched the coffee. The noise of the slaps, the noise of the gasps, and the shrieks of the girls was deafening. There was, however, something else, the most disgusting smell. And three feet of foul water sloshing around the chairs.
"Ah," thought Alex. "Smells I can stand. My olfactory organs are not of the greatest sensitivity. And while my arm might get tired, spanking is the nicest way of tiring it that I know. And I'm partially deaf, so noise won't matter. And if I can get a bottom allocated to me like that brunette there, life down here's not going to be too bad after all."
"Well?" said the Devil. " Chili, Chilly, or Jilly?"
"I'll take the Jilly room," said Alex confidently.
"Right," was the answer. "Strip!"
Alex undressed, trying unsuccessfully to conceal his erection. The Devil pushed him in. He found a chair, and a beautiful naked brunette placed herself across his lap. He took a deep breath, and raised his arm. Suddenly he heard a whistle blow, and a voice bellow, "Okay lads. Coffee break over! Stand on your heads."
The End
© Copyright Summer, 2001
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Reviews
Pablo <Pablo(dot)Stubbs(at)newsguy(dot)com>
Valerie loses marks here for lack of originality, but gets bonus marks for giving another hoary old chestnut a new spin. And no, I'm not calling Alex a hoary old chestnut. To be delivered in a cabaret bar, rather than a literary festival.
Mija <mijita(at)newsguy(dot)com>
It's always great to see stories about newsgroup members -- I know I spend a lot of time imagining Alex in his spare time (though usually not thinking him dead). The joke in this is clever and there's certainly some nice spanking action. (The joke seems more the point than the spanking, but that's cool.)