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 Circus Came
By
Despair can hold anyone; it will wrap around you and hold onto you; like a heavy coat, a heavy wet coat.
I married a clown. I was forty-three. Many of you might say, so did I, well, I married a real clown: big feet, red nose, white pancake face, shocking orange hair and a painted on red smile.
I was wearing my short navy blue pea coat. I always wore my pea coat. It was late September and I was walking the mid-way. I was alone. It was a Saturday night. I stopped at a toss-a-dime booth. I was bent over chucking dimes at a glass cake plate.
Music that was floating in the back ground suddenly was upon me. I bent over to toss another dime when SLAP I was whacked on my behind. I shot up, turned and there he was this clown with a painted smile. I've always been afraid of clowns; they're sneaky, loud, and they control situations. We locked eyes. He moved on past me in a parade of clowns. We continued our stare, unbroken, until the crowd crossed between us.
Later that night I went to see the circus show. I was sitting in the bleachers when he spotted me. We were transfixed on each other. I kept wondering why he had swatted me and why he was looking at me. I was big; big eyes, hair, body, feet, etc. After the performance, I stayed in my seat. I was alone in the third row when he came and sat by me. He had a bag of popcorn. We talked.
I went back every night for five days and waited for him after each show. Each night he brought something: cotton candy, candy apples, hot dogs, peanuts, and that last night he asked me to his trailer.
I went.
I told him I was afraid of clowns. He said he knew that, but he also knew I liked to be scared.
He walked me to his little couch and he sat.
Still with that painted smile on his face, he pulled me down over his lap, lifted my dress, lowered my panties and spanked my bottom, until I cried. Then he sat me up on his lap. He told me he loved me. He asked me if I was alright.
I said, "yes."
He slid my pea coat off my shoulders and let it fall to the floor saying; "then take of your coat and stay."
I did.
Tonight I made a cake, for our anniversary, and I'm serving it on the glass cake plate, I won.
The End
© Copyright Peachesicu, 24 July 2003
Reviews
Pam <PamiMac(at)aol(dot)com>
Not sure why but this was a creepy story to me. I do not care for clowns myself. But you know? It is a moving story. A lot showed up in it, that perhaps we all aren't perfect. He hid as a clown, she hid because she was big. An odd couple? I don't think so. I think it works very very well. Well done.
Jon <mrheadmstr(at)yahoo(dot)com>
A poignant story of a big girl lost finding love in the strangest places. The mood of this story tends to be rather dark; it starts that way and never lightens up even though the tale should be a lighthearted one. Perhaps the author sees clowns in the John Wayne Gacy mold, rather than in the Red Skelton fashion.
No spelling or grammatical problems and the formatting was OK, so the biggest factor with the story is the dark mood invoked. I'm not sure whether the author was trying for such a mood (in which case she succeeded), or simply couldn't find the words to lighten the atmosphere. It is the ambivalence about the authors' intentions that cause me to rate this one in the middle.
Rosa
Awww! This is a very sweet tale. I didn't know what to expect from a story
with clown in the title. What I found was a well-written and wonderfully romantic
story; the kind you tell your grandkids -- er...maybe not. :)
I'd love to read more from you!