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: Parody
Any resemblance to 'Where in the World is Carmen Sandiego' is purely coincidental.
Stinger McGurk
By
Valerie Meilong <meilong@excite.com>
I snapped a crisp salute, awe-struck at meeting the legendary J. Edgar Snodgrass for the first time.
"Agent Meilong reporting, sir"
He lifted my skirt, pulled down my panties, and gave me a stinging smack on my bottom. I was flattered at getting VIP treatment.
"Meilong," he said. "Stinger McGurk's stolen the ten million reward we promised for info on Saddam's sons. I need a great chick like you to go get him."
I flushed, wiped, pulled up my panties and let my skirt fall into place.
"He's probably in London. The Crown Jewels are missing."
"Sir."
I dashed for the door.
"Wait!" he said.
He took a folding flogging frame from his pocket, strapped me into it, and bared my bottom. "Just checking your fortitude."
Ten minutes later I was dripping with sweat. What had he used? It wasn't a cane. Bees perhaps? Millions of them. Sting, sting, sting, over every inch of my butt.
"Check," he said. "Go girl!"
BA was on strike. United had filed for bankruptcy. Swissair had vanished. I flew Virgin even though I wasn't.
Our British agent said McGurk's hair shone like gold, and he'd gone to the Parthenon.
BA was on strike. United had filed for bankruptcy. I flew Virgin even though....
I found our man-on-the-spot reeking of Retsina. "He's snapping in Saudi Arabia," I learned.
I flew Virgin even though.... Yeah, you know why.
"He's got lamps," said our local lad, "and he's chasing Llamas."
Enough for me. Blonde, camera, and glasses. I took out a warrant and flew to Peru. Virgin, of course.
"He's here somewhere," said our man.
I searched the crowd, stripping the beefcake en passant.
"Stick 'em up, sister," growled a voice. It was McGurk!
Damn! Caught with my pants down! I flushed, wiped, and pulled them up.
"No you don't!" he snarled. "Push 'em down, and bend over."
Ooh! To be spanked by Stinger McGurk himself! O Frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!
He peered at my uncovered bottom for ages. I almost went off the boil. "Get on with it," I cried, frustrated.
There was a flurry. I was bound, gagged, and dumped in an alley.
I cut myself loose with the Swiss-army knife I always carry in my bra and followed him. He was going somewhere. But where?
He sneaked into a disused warehouse. I crept in after him. I heard voices.
"You!" snarled MGurk. "Where's my half?"
"You're getting nothing, you bum," said a voice.
My God! J Edgar Snodgrass!
I flushed, hoping they wouldn't hear the noise.
"But I stole that money!"
"But I hid it for you and you didn't know where. I set a trap. I knew you'd get to see Meilong's bottom and come here when you saw the map I'd tattooed on it. All you're getting is this, McGurk."
There were shots, and McGurk fell dead on the floor.
Guess the ending? Of course. I then shot Snodgrass. I am now ten million richer.
The End
© Copyright Valerie Meilong 02 August 2003
Reviews
Kessily
Hmmm reviewing this one is not easy. In part because it was so easy to tell who the author was. smile It won't really be anonymous but I will try to review it fairly anyhow. The author of this piece has written some really good stuff this year. I think she is a good writer; very multifaceted.
However, this story came across as very disjointed. The spankings seemed to be tossed in somewhat randomly and I didn't really understand the whole «I flushed, wiped, pulled up my panties and let my skirt fall into place.» line that came up a couple of times.
All in all it didn't appear to make much sense. I don't think it was meant to. It did seem to be kind of a random stream of consciousness type of piece, but the feel of it was just off
Pam <PamiMac(at)aol(dot)com>
Cute story with some cute conceits (the airlines for instance). Some parts made me smile. If I had to criticise anything it would be that it did read a bit choppy but maybe that is the style of Carmen Sandiego. I don't know.
Anyway, enjoyable story.
Huh Chuh <huhchuh(at)yahoo(dot)com>
Very nice parody. Great job. Thank you for sharing.