This short story is an entry in the 2002 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
The Bet She Lost
By
Mara Maharakshasa <MaraMahaRakshasa@aol.com>
Claudine feels the sharp tap on her shoulder: "You're on!" the stage manager hisses. =She wishes she would 'break a leg,' anything, to avoid this role. But, a bet is a bet. =The curtain rises, and throbbing techno music begins.
She'd wanted 'Scheherazade' or 'Swan Lake,' but Carmen had vetoed it. "We're not looking for fine arts here, darling. We want a performance."
She steps into the bright spotlight. As she'd hoped, the audience is deeply shadowed, and she can barely see beyond the front row's upturned faces.
She feels a complete fool, despite the hours of preparation and make-up.
But she has no choice. She'd bet Carmen that she couldn't seduce her ratfink ex-husband, and provide proof. She'd greatly underestimated her lover's bisexuality and skills, and had been amused and horrified when Carmen showed her the video she'd secretly shot of the two of them athletically fucking, in that old familiar bedroom. Amused, because she planned to send copies to all his friends, editing it to emphasize his kinkiness. Horrified, because now she'd pay the price.
Now, here she is, in an absurd Jackie Onassis-like gown and high heels, underlining the vague resemblance. She's about to strip for a laughing audience of Carmen's friends, and a good number of her own. Worse, still, it's not at some party or in a hotel suite. No, Carmen has hired the local repertory theater, seating 450, and filled every seat. And, to intensify her humiliation, she's brought a film crew, whose camera work will be displayed on huge screens at either side of the stage, to satisfying all gawkers.
"It's what our relationship is about, Claudine," she'd smiled cruelly as she explained her plans. "You are completely in my power. You're my slave, and you know it. And I want everyone else to know it, too."
There's applause and some ribald cheers as she sways across the stage, peeling off the long gloves. She puts her mind into her routine, trying to block out the catcalls, and put on a good performance. The dress comes off next, revealing a tight corset, long stockings and a push-up bra. She twirls, and then tantalizingly peels off the stockings, as she has practiced. The corset is unbuttoned, and tossed aside. Now, she slinks along the edge of the stage, wriggling seductively.
Her breasts are bared, and she moves to the front, her hips inches from a camera. Slides off her panties, and shows her pussy. The cheering is deafening now.
That's the first part, she sighs inwardly, beginning to rub herself for the camera. Now it's out of my control. She's wet, she discovers.
The two young women in black take her by the arms, and lead her to the A-frame, strapping her tightly. All I have to do is endure the spanking and flogging, she tells herself.
The yelp that greets the first lash tells the hungry audience that this is going to be a long, entertaining evening, just as Carmen promised.
The End
© Copyright by Mara Maharakshasa, 2002. All rights are reserved by the author. Do not retransmit, store (except for personal use) or publish without permission.
Reviews
Kate <ecattiva(at)aol(dot)com>
Seems a very unlikely scenario and it doesn't really do much for me, but I think the writing is sound and accomplished well what the author was trying to convey.
Owen Williamson <ashthorn(at)maildulf(dot)com>
An enjoyable tale, and one that I found I could respond to. There was enough background to make it believable but enough space to tell the tale properly. And there was room for the reader to fill in the gaps, too. Well done.
Pablo Stubbs <Pablo.Stubbs(at)newsguy(dot)com>
There's perhaps too much of a sense of compression here - it's like a synopsis for a longer story, or a longer story packed too tightly. That makes for too much exposition - too much telling, rather than showing. It's a very vivid scene, though I wish there was more to the characterisation to hook onto - all of the people seem not much more than shallow and horny, which diminishes the effect of what ought to be very powerful.