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: Spooky
Heresy
By
"Arianne, come quickly!"
"What is it, Father?"
"I've done it! Look!"
"No, I don't believe it. This can't be!"
"I've checked all the findings twice. There are no mistakes."
"No, Father. I mean this really can't be. The People's Committee for Pure Unemcumbered Research into Whether Indigenous Populations of World's Targeted for Colonization Have Souls gave you very explicit instructions as to what you were to find."
"Bah! The Committee suffers from an acute case of recto-cranial inversion. This is the result of pure science! Why are you crying, Daughter?"
"Because I've never understood how someone who is so incredibly brilliant can be so profoundly stupid! You don't have the luxury of being scientific. This is pure heresy!"
"Hush, Little One. Dry your tears. The evidence is irrefutable. And it meets the fourteenth exception to the three-thousand two hundred eighty-third canon of Ignatz the IV. "
"It can't be. Show me, Father."
"Watch this tape from surveillance drone 438. Let me adjust the infrareds. There. As you can see, the drone was observing a standard Autoboan sleeping chamber. There is a brown female Autobo waiting on the mat. There is the male entering now. Let me skip ahead a bit while the male chitters at the female. Ah, here we go. The male has just grabbed the smaller brown female and turned her over. Watch as he pins all six of her hands behind her back, and lifts her tail. Now with his three right hands, he starts striking her exposed haunches, smack left-right-center, whack left-right-center, smack left-right-center, and crack right across the middle with his tail. Then he starts over with the same pattern, all three hands smacking the female three times each, then a slash with his tail. This pattern repeats several times until the female begins a high pitched keening. Now watch as the male pauses, and turns toward the drone."
"NO! He's not really going to put that in that poor little female! Oh my Goo'ness!"
"And there you have it! A classic example of the Sentient Phasmid Proviso to the non-ensoulment of non-humanoids. The Autobos exhibit keen moral sensabilities, enforced rigorously by corporal punishment which results in male tumescence! The Committee will have no choice but to agree that Autobos have souls!"
The End
© Copyright by BCC June 14, 2002
Reviews
Frank <sswitcher(at)yahoo(dot)com>
Excellent concept! What top hasn't wished for an extra pair or two of hands once in a while - even given that the bottom would have extra arms to struggle with? I hope the Autobos - once their ensoulment is officially certified - will be able to compete at the Pan-Galactic Inter-Species Spanking Tournament over on Rigel IV.
This fun piece is far too hilarious to be particularly spooky, though. Period might have been a better fit.
Pablo Stubbs <Pablo.Stubbs(at)newsguy(dot)com>
With all the sensibility and humour - and corny dialogue - of a spanko B-movie, this is very funny and also oddly sweet. That being into spanking might save an alien culture from our aggression - might even create a bond between us - is a lovely idea. It doesn't quite fit the category (as the author admits), but here that almost seems to be the fault of the category. Nicely done, and refreshingly original.
Kate <ecattiva(at)aol(dot)com>
I confess I had to read this about three times before all the scientific mumbo jumbo began to make sense to me. :-) Spooky indeed! Just the thought of a species that gives three-handed (and one-tailed) spankings alone is enough to make me sleep with the lights on tonight! :-) Wouldn't it be lovely if in future times beings were determined to have souls based on their propensity for spanking? Well, lovely for us anyway...
Mary Catherine <marycatherine(at)saintfrancis-sfg(dot)net>
I know this story went in spooky because it didn't have a proper category to fit in. If it had, I would've easily said Sci-Fi or, as a backup, Humor. This isn't by any stretch of the imagination my sort of story normally, but it had a wonderful, humorous tone throughout and the descriptions were rich and detailed and was so well written that I enjoyed it every bit as much as a story that would be considered my kink.