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
An Act Impossible to Follow
By
Valerie Meilong <meilong@excite.com>
Stefan Kowalski was unhappy. Sure, the Polish husband-wife schoolgirl spanking act was pulling in big-spending guys into his New York nightclub. Many stayed on for all three nightly-performances. Cash poured into the tills.
He watched the act for the hundredth time, getting a hard on every time. Just what a nightclub act should do, he thought.
It was a brilliant illusion of course -- the suckers believed the caning was genuine and the stripes on her bottom were kosher. Yet he was sure something was wrong. He didn't trust that Polish weasel. Just a feeling, but a strong one.
The music started for the strippers. Poor sods. Hard to follow a beautifully staged bare-bottom caning of a shapely schoolgirl.
On an impulse, instead of remaining near the bar, he sped to his office and hid in the cupboard. He felt foolish, yet he was determined to play his hunch. An uncomfortable half-hour later he heard his office door creak open -- then a clunk as his old-fashioned safe was opened. He burst out. The two Poles were helping themselves to his cash. He pressed the emergency button on the desk and two bouncers dashed in. "Grab these two bastards," he roared.
Two hours later the spanking act went on as usual -- well more or less as usual. What the audience did not see was that the husband was off stage left, held by bouncers, tightly bound and gagged -- minus trousers. A large knife was being held to his penis.
The act called for the husband to be seated left, dressed as a teacher. Stefan was in his place. The schoolgirl had been instructed to perform her act normally -- unless she wanted a eunuch husband.
The taped cue-music started. Nervously she entered right, occasionally glancing fearfully at her bound and half-naked husband. She handed the teacher some punishment lines, then in accordance with the act held out her hand. Stefan picked up the cane, and cracked it down hard across her palm. Normally this would have been an illusion and the crack and the gasp of pain were on a tape that was playing. This time the gasp was genuine. A second vicious stroke on the other hand followed. Wringing her smarting hands, the girl moved right and impudently mooned her bare bottom, as scripted.
Stefan ordered her back, and told her to bend over. Glancing at her bound husband again, she reluctantly obeyed. Stefan raised her skirt, and histrionically bared her bottom. The six thwacks of the cane, and her shrieks, echoed around the room to the awed delight of the audience.
With a last helpless look at her husband she again did what the script called for. She turned her back on the audience and rubbed her bare bottom. The six genuine red stripes, caused a loud universal gasp before tumultuous applause rattled the rafters.
He let them go, of course -- he was not unduly vindictive -- but business declined. That act was impossible to follow.
The End
© Copyright ESP Publishing Ltd., Beijing, China, 10 July 2003
Reviews
Jessie
The non-consensual aspect of this story made it edgy and I found it difficult to read.
Stefan is a decidedly creepy character, whose actions are tantamount to sexual assault. The author has done a good job of creating a very disturbing scene. I also found it interesting that the picture was painted quite vividly without any real physical description of the characters.
Pam <PamiMac(at)aol(dot)com>
This story almost reads like a newspaper article. Very dispassionate. Also not sure why the couple had to have an ethnic identity. It was an interesting story however in that it sure was different which is always admirable to me.
Pablo <pablo(dot)stubbs(at)newsguy(dot)com>
Very pleasingly seedy, this short piece is a neatly packaged and entirely complete story. It works really well. Not much in the way of characterisation, but it doesn't need that - the vivid setting and lurid plot carry the thing through with gusto.
There might be a sub-sub-genre of stories in which some contrivance (being caught shoplifting, for example) is used to compel an unwilling -- but hardly innocent -- victim into a harsh scene. This would be a perfect and original example of that genre.