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: Adult
The Greatest Act Ever
By
Valerie Meilong <meilong@excite.com>
"Leave your name at the desk," barked Stefan Kowalski from a table in his dimly lit New York nightclub. "Next!"
He groaned. "No more original acts in the world any more?" he thought. "I've auditioned a juggler, a magician, and performing dogs for Chrissake. What sort of crap are they for fillers between the strip acts? No problem getting bums and tits. Every broad wants to wiggle her ass in public, but finding a decent act for in between, now there's a real shiznit."
Music started, the lights dimmed, and he saw a dark figure in a black gown downstage left. A teacher? Probably, for a young schoolgirl entered right. Pretty. Short skirt. Nice legs too. She had papers in her hand which she passed to the dark figure nervously. The teacher mumbled something, and the papers were put on a table. Then she held out her hand.
Stefan gasped. A spanking act? On stage? In full view of the audience! Wow!
The cane was raised and it cracked down. The girl gasped, and pulled in her hand. The other hand was demanded and a second stroke forced another gasp. The teacher spoke, and the dismissed girl turned away and reached the right of the stage. The teacher was reading the papers now, lines Stefan assumed. The girl walked away, then turned, thumbed her nose cheekily at the teacher, flipped up her skirt, and yanked down her knickers in one swift insolent movement.
Stefan was beside himself. This was really something!
The teacher looked up and roared angrily. Sheepily the girl went back to him and was ordered to bend over. Up went the skirt, and down came the knickers again. There were six loud thwhacks, and six loud gasps.
Stefan could not believe his eyes. This was fantastic!
There was more to come. The girl moved centre stage, turned her back on the audience, put her hands under her skirt and lifted them to rub her bottom. Six vivid red stripes were visible. God! The audience would go wild!
Stefan calmed down. Three shows a night, seven days a week? Could she take a regular caning like this? Surely the bruises be so great that the stripes would be obliterated?
He found they were husband and wife, from Poland, and he signed them up before he realized that he had not recognized the language they had used, and yet he had understood every word – clever oral chicanery. This meant that the audience would also understand even though they might be from at least six different countries as usual.
He learned of their trick too. The girl was not actually caned. The whacks and the gasps were on the taped music. The man had learned from musical cues exactly when to swish down the cane close to the girl without hitting her. The stripes were lipstick, applied before the act started. Stefan roared at the audacious and ingenious illusion.
They were the greatest attraction Stefan had ever engaged, more popular than the strippers. Business boomed.
The End
© Copyright ESP Publishing Ltd., Beijing, China, 10 July 2003
Reviews
<justacatfish(at)aol(dot)com>
Possibly has potential as a short story but as it stands, purely anecdotal. I see all tell and no show with characters who lack any kind of depth. Also the action seems stilted, superficial. Perhaps with development of a meaningful plot and some characterization, this could be turned into an interesting piece of fiction.
Jon <mrheadmstr(at)aol(dot)com>
This story uses an entirely original conceit and pulls it off decently well.
Though no actual spanking occurs in the narrative, that is actually a virtue as that absence is a key plot element. This story would have received an average rating from me for its workman like construction and telling, but rates higher due to the originality of the plot.
Haron <haron(at)newsguy(dot)com>
A nice piece with an elegant, unexpected ending. Good job.