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: First
I Don't Know Why I'm Writing This
By
Theodore a Jones <cheshir0@flash.net>
It was a dark and stormy night -- It was always a dark and stormy night.
The music would rise-The thunder would strike The razor strap bouncing off her cheeks -engineered for maximum pain and maximum volume, it cut in, the pain - spiced by the resounding sound of the strop.
She had started in cinema as a spunky eight-year-old. Everybody loved her.
The rain, punctuated by real birches, soaked in brine slapped and pitted her reddened rear. Her face scrunched and a perceptible tear fell.
Suddenly her teenage years - They gave her tight denim and modest revealing tops. She was the apotheosis of teen girls, the dream of teen boys who were amazingly joined by their fathers.
Lightning fell in the strokes of the cane - biting deeply - maximum pain - she cried.
Seventeen and she was the cruel older sister in Cinderella XXVXI, a hit movie staring the current sweetheart.
Now rain, lightning and thunder fell as the music directed. She couldn't stand it. She wailed, kicked and pleaded.
Eighteen. She had no career. Her market investments had taken her from a multimillionaire to a multi thousanaire. No studio wanted her- Then the deal. The Chief of the Quarter Ton Rodent Factory called..They had the kids. They had subsumed the dramatic networks. Only the adult networks were unchallenged.. She had a guarantee. Minimum; Each week$25,000. If she completed 52 weeks in two years (enough to let her butt heal between applications), She would get twenty five percent of all revenues- Internet pay for view - Premium Channel -all premium services and multiview DVD, Literally millions.
It all stopped. The stage darkened. Slowly the light rose over her cheeks. The red showed. The light played on the dark bruises - slowly the lines appeared - valleys -dark black strands showed raised rock formations all about.
"Night on Bare Mountain" faded.
She breathed - twenty two more sessions - That's all." Quarter Ton Rodent finished its "Fantastical Four" Video. Thank God se wasn't in the Alligators and Hippos update - That was really sick.
She walked away. Each step stretched and pulled her rear. Two weeks later it was once again -- A dark and stormy night.
The End
© Copyright Summer, 2001
Reviews
Sarah Nada <circler73(at)hotmail(dot)com>
This story is a tremendously surreal view of a child star's career path, and the choices she must face upon reaching adulthood. Funny elements and vivid spanking/strapping/caning scenes come together to create a truly unique read. Good use of the first line, and interesting shifts between the character's past and present.
Jodi <ladiejj(at)webtv(dot)net>
This story did a great job using the first line as a starting point. It blends the past and the present well and the author makes that clear to the reader with the language as well as the font style. The author has created a character that the reader can feel for, a dynamic character. I like the descriptions. I also, like the correlation used between spanking, caning ect.. and Nature.