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
Buffy, the Vampire Slayer
By
Valerie Meilong <VMeilong1@excite.com>
Every time I passed floor #21 in the elevator I gave a little shudder, recalling that gruesome murder in suite #2117. It upset the girls in the adjoining offices, of course, and one by one the businesses moved to other floors, some out of the tower bock altogether. I was surprised, therefore, when this smartly dressed gorgeous girl got in one lunchtime and pressed the #21 button. Surreptitiously I eyed her, too scared to speak for fear of the Big Mac smell on my breath. She ignored me, and stepped out when the car stopped. For a moment I froze, then jabbed my finger on the hold-the-door-open button, and peered out. She'd vanished. Slightly shaken, I got out at my 31st floor, and went to my office.
It was three weeks before we shared the elevator again. I peered, then did an enormous double take, rather like those stupid ones in those old Laurel and Hardy comedies. My God! She was the star of Buffy the Vampire Slayer.
She got out at #21, and after a slight delay, I stepped out too. I caught a glimpse of her entering the notorious Suite #2117. I tiptoed down the corridor and listened at the door. Dead silence. After some five minutes of nothing, I heard it. Swish, thwack, and a cry of pain. My blood froze. The sound came again, louder now. Surely a cane on bare flesh? My God! Was she doing it, or was it being done to her?
I stood there shivering, too scared to take action, but gradually I pulled myself together. "Be a man," I said to myself. I reached for the door-handle, turned it, and recklessly plunged in. It was dark and dusty. She was standing. She had a cane in her hand. I peered around, blinking like a fool.
"Can I help you?" she said, icicles dripping from her lips. "Er?Vampires," I mumbled, and peered around again, apprehensively. "Vampires."
"What the hell are you talking about?" she said. Then I saw that the suite was empty except for a hard-backed wooden chair, with a coarse-fabric-covered cushion on its seat. A small recorder stood on the floor. There was a microphone on a stand.
"Aren't you Buffy, er? Buffy the Vampire Slayer?"
She laughed, the most beautiful laugh I have ever heard. "I've been told that before, but, sorry, no I am not." I blinked again, and stared at the chair. She laughed again, and swished the cane in the air. It was frightening. "No," she said calmly. "I make spanking WAVs. It's only a small business, but it makes me some pin money."
"WAVs?" I said, mystified.
"Yes. They're short sound recordings of someone being beaten. I swish the cane, hit the cushion, and make a little 'Ow' noise. I sell them."
That was twelve months ago. We're married now, and we don't use a cushion to make our recordings.
What's that you say? Me, or her? Ah, now that would be telling, wouldn't it..
The End
© Copyright Summer, 2001
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Reviews
Kent Stoneking <kentls001(at)worldnet(dot)att(dot)net>
Interesting variation on the "mistaken identity" theme, with a tantalizing twist at the end.
Pablo <Pablo(dot)Stubbs(at)newsguy(dot)com>
A curious one, this. It sets up a great scenario, with lots of interesting questions and possibilities, then resolves it in a way that doesn't quite fit, as if this were two unmatched story-halves bolted together. There's good stuff here, but the whole doesn't quite hang together the way it should.
Michele <mcasson(at)telus(dot)com>
Sometimes it's the little touches that make a story, and Valerie's contributions are filled with humorous bits like this:
" Surreptitiously I eyed her, too scared to speak for fear of the Big Mac smell on my breath."
There's something very real and honest in this moment. I like that quality in Valerie's writing.
Molly B <mollyb(at)newsguy(dot)com>
You don't have to watch the TV show to enjoy the twist in this story. Kept my interest, and I wouldn't have minded reading more. Nice playful tone.