This short story is an entry in the 2003 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: Period
This story's setting is inside a small apartment in New York, capital of AmerEuropa, in the year 2084.
Endgame
By
Crimson Kid <CrimsnKid6@aol.com>
"Damn, you really let me have it good," Julia complained good-naturedly, rubbing her bright scarlet derriere while playfully pouting. "Why did I agree to take half with the hairbrush?"
I grinned ruefully. "Because now you'll get to deliver two dozen cane strokes after administering my usual walloping."
"Right," she conceded, "Fifty each with the paddle and strap before I stripe your bare buns with my rattan firebrand. Will I ever make them sting!"
"I don't doubt that," I agreed. "Whenever you're ready...."
The pert brunette picked up her wickedly-flexible razor strap. "Then expose your naughty bumcheeks and bend over the sofa, young man."
Thirty seconds later I was experiencing Julia's expertise at chastising my naked upthrust buttocks, gasping with every THWACK!! of the licking leather as she enjoyed her bottom's warm tingling while imparting blazing-hot intensity to my own posterior.
It was hellfire from heaven, and as I sobbed from the paddling and blubbered from the caning I knew that our rebellious erotic relationship was close to being terminated.
Closer than I'd thought....
The Normality Police timed it perfectly, barging into the room seconds after the twenty-fourth swish of the cane made me howl with ecstatic release.
They were in gray uniforms, two guardsmen and a young female lieutenant, the men carrying stunbatons and the officer a leather crop.
"Nice work," the woman noted clinically, "She really scorched your backside good. Once you've been reeducated so that it's pure punishment, I'll be regularly doing the same as part of your sentence for abnormality. You two have been assigned to me for rehabilitation and societal retribution."
Julia whimpered plaintively, stunned by our capture even though it had been inevitable. "Please... We didn't do anything wrong.... It's just our sexuality...."
"Abnormality is Immorality," a thickset guard replied, giving the Purelife Party slogan.
"Using chastisement for pleasure," his compatriot muttered contemptuously.
"Get decently covered," the lieutenant directed us. "Electrocuff them for transport," she ordered the guardsmen.
"Yes, ma'am." The stocky policeman motioned with his stunbaton. "You heard Lieutenant O'Brien, abnie scum."
"Win, will they...execute us?" Julia whispered desperately as we obeyed instructions.
"Supposedly not," I mumbled.
"You'll be cured psychologically to be normal," the officer interjected. "Then you'll be given plenty of bare-assed, butt-blistering corporal correction, courtesy of yours truly -- but it'll be totally disciplinary, pure humiliation and suffering." She grinned predatorily. "The irony will be delicious, my disobedient children."
I licked my lips. "Then what?"
"Public confession and a series of debasing nude ass-whippings from me in front of Purity Brigade schoolchildren." She snapped her handwhip. "Then your treatment will be finished, full recovery and reformation. From then on you'll recoil disgustedly at even being patted on your behind, or touching anyone else's rear end, for the rest of your lives."
"Thah-That cuh-can be d-done?" Julia's voice cracked.
Lieutenant O'Brien nodded gravely.
"It was done to me...."
The End
© Copyright Crimson Kid, 11 June 2003
Reviews
Don A. Landhill <dlandhill(at)aol(dot)com>
Yes, do it to Julia! I enjoyed this story very much. And on the second read through it, the 1984 references jumped out at me (which I should have noticed on the first pass). I trust that the narrator's unmentioned name was Winston. On third reading, I see that he is «Win» so I guess so. This is a delicious satire (as was the original). It is also, from a different angle, a quite sobering reminder of just how threatened some people are by alternative sexuality.
Very well done, and thank you. Please keep writing.
Kent Stoneking <kentls01(at)msn(dot)com>
Chilling version of a futuristic society (set, I believe not-so-coincidentally, exactly 100 years after George Orwell's vision of 1984). The Normality Police, and the description of the «curing» Julia and her partner will undergo, were particularly effective.
There's an inconsistency, though, at the end of the story, which leaves me with some lingering questions. Lieutenant O'Brien is going to administer the corporal punishment to the offenders, and she seems to be enjoying the idea (perhaps a bit too much for a member of the Normality Police). But then we find that Lieutenant O'Brien has been through the treatment herself. Wouldn't she find the idea of administering bare-assed, butt blistering corporal correction distasteful?
Pablo <pablo(dot)stubbs(at)newsguy(dot)com>
1984 turns out to be an excellent model for a dystopian spanko story, and the plot is transposed very neatly here. The winks to the reader in the character names are cute without being too obvious, and the spanko twist is appropriately nasty.
I found myself frequently jolted out of the right sort of mood by somewhat over-written dialogue, though. It's cheesy erotica dialogue, rather than the cold and precise (or awkward and furtive) dialogue that the setting would seem to require. For bottoms, we get bright scarlet derriere, bare buns, naughty bumcheeks, naked upthrust buttocks, and so on. It's way too cute, and doesn't seem to fit. Quieter, subtler, simpler word choice would have allowed the mood to match the neat plotting.