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: Beginning Line
Beginning Lines
By
Valerie Meilong <VMeilong1@excite.com>
Most people hate airport lounges: I find them bursting with possibility. I looked at the gorgeous bird behind the bar, beautiful legs, magnificent boobs, and a bottom to die for. When I thought of what I was going to do, the crotch of my trousers was bursting, and not with mere possibility, either. It was a first-class lounge, and the liquor was free, but not to her. She had been creaming off the stuff for months. But I had her now. Proof incontrovertible, as they say. It was quiet at the moment. There would be no guests for at least half an hour. "Come into the office," I said casually. I confronted her with the proof, and she went white. "You have a choice," I said picking up the cane. "Take a caning from me, on the bare bottom, skirt up and panties down, or else I'll report you, and let the head honcho decide when to fire you. She hung her head, and lifted her skirt, and yanked down her panties."
"Oh, for Christ's sake," my wife said to me with a snort looking over my shoulder at my computer screen. "Can't you write something a bit more sophisticated than that? My God! You'll be putting in paragraphs made up of SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, next, and twaddle like 'he gave her two hundred hard strokes of the cane every day for the next two weeks. And boobs, for crying out loud. Hell, you have lost your touch. I'm surprised you didn't call them tits!"
Dejectedly I deleted my file. She was right, of course. And yet the SSC sometimes accepted crap like that. I pointed this out to my wife. She looked at me haughtily. "Just because they sometimes accept garbage there's no need for you to go down to that level." God! She could be so snooty.
My shoulders slumped. Disconsolately I opened a blank file, and started again. I looked at the suggested beginning and ending lines. I noticed 'No we didn't kill each other, but that's a different story.' Ah! I thought. That has possibilities. Let's see… Hmm. And maybe I could end with "There was no possibility of a walk that day?"
My fingers flew over the keys.
The End
© Copyright Summer, 2001
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Reviews
Mija <mijita(at)newsguy(dot)com>
Full of enthusiasm this story reflect the author's energy and captures the desire to write even when inspiration isn't quite with us. There are moments of humor, angst and a little hope there at the end.
Sarah Nada <circler73(at)hotmail(dot)com>
This story starts off according to a familiar formula, then turns into something completely different at the halfway mark. It makes good use of the first line(s), and the overall effect is snide but surprisingly funny.