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 Public Mood
By
Mara Maharakshasa <MaraMahaRakshasa@aol.com>
How are people feeling, this Fourth Of July? Patriotic, but nervous. Angry, but sad. And a few other contrasting pairs of emotions. Drunk but mellow among them.
What they'd like is news of a pinpoint strike with a tactical nuke that has crisped Saddam, and another in some
Pakistani upcountry squat that has vaporized Osama and the whole Al Qaeda gang. Maybe a headless Jabba Marrowfat?
Well, no deal.
If they can't have that, they'd like to get even with some local scum. The ones who continued to get rich while 401k accounts withered like lettuce in a July heatwave. They'd like an auto da fe, televised.
Can you see it now?
A Hamptons mansion, commandeered for the day. The green lawns, the immaculate garden, the pristine, fussy monthly deco-porn magazine furnishings.
And here come our 'candidates,' in their dressing gowns and pointed fool's caps.
There's the group of formerly Brooks Brother-suited swindlers from Houston, looking less arrogant today.
There's the petty tax-dodger and swindler who moved his company HQ to Bermuda, and looted small companies while building an empire.
There are some guys who swapped 'bandwidth' and diddled the market of hundreds of millions with fake trades with each other.
There are the turkeys who never heard 'enough is enough' and borrowed hundreds of millions from their companies.
A cluster of full-of-it yuppie stock 'analysts', who peddled worthless shares to the gullible.
The accountants and auditors of imaginary earnings.
And there are the beloved insider traders, who never make a bad call.
Unlike you poor suckers.
The crowd is particularly happy to see the domestic diva, the woman who has tyrannized the public with the need for frou-frou and twiddle, among the crowd.
Did we say auto da fe?
There'll be no screams and clouds of black smoke today. We are sooo civilized in this century.
The TV audience is glued to the sets, at home, in bars, in malls. Neilsens are off the scale. And there's a collective
"Oooh!" as the guards remove the dressing gowns, and leave this collection of crooks standing naked on the high platform, with the TV cameramen going wild, capturing the blissful absurdity of it all.
Commentators remind us that these folks have now really 'lost everything,' all their assets confiscated for a public restitution fund. Then, three by three, the offenders bend over for a damned good spanking. It's not very erotic, of course, but the sight of these gray-haired dodderers and smug 'experts' getting their buns warmed cheers everyone up.
As they're done, offenders are led to the pool. Now, carefully filled to the brim with pig manure. Grabbed by arms and legs, with a 'one, two, three, heave!' they are tossed in the deep end, to flounder before climbing out.
Gosh, I hope no one has a heart attack! At home, I mean, from laughing.
And Princess Potpourri is last.
Does she like the spanking, a bit? Then, give her some more!
And then, 'one two, three heave!'
Accessorize that!
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
Margaret <wessyLA(at)aol(dot)com>
Cute story and a lovely fantasy that many, even outside the kinky world, would like to see come true. I enjoyed the prose style too, and some of your expressions, especially 'deco-porn magazines'. Thank you for sending this along.
Pam <pamiMac(at)aol(dot)com>
This story seems to want to play on the mood of America and have people punished for what they have done. It doesn't ring true to me and seems to have just thrown in spanking for a quickie addition to a short revenge story. I may have missed the meaning.
Pablo Stubbs <Pablo.Stubbs(at)newsguy(dot)com>
Despite the claims of shared feeling in the opening paragraphs, this feels like a very personal rant, which has been translated slightly clumsily into story form.
Haron <haron(at)newsguy(dot)com>
This story depicts in a scarily realistic way what a mob's thinking and tastes are like. Few of the spectators would be willing to do the whipping themselves, but done with someone else's hands, the cruelty becomes a fascinating show. Scary story.