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
Courage
By
Joe Whatever
Julie smiled as she peered through the cellblock peephole. The beautiful female prisoners gripped their cell bars tightly as they stared nervously at the ominously ticking clock.
"Wimps!" Julia snickered contemptuously.
Raul enjoyed watching the pretty blonde in the cutoff shorts bending over to look through peephole, but he also had a job to do. "You shouldn't be back here, Miss", the guard said sternly.
The pretty college coed was only startled for a moment. "I'm an American; you don't have any authority over me", Julie snapped. "My father could buy and sell your whole cheesy country".
You still shouldn't be here" the guard replied. "I'm the only English speaking guard today; if they found you back here the other guards might mistake you for a prisoner".
Julie felt a tiny chill run down her spine. "Gosh, do you think they would?" she said. Julia smiled and casually dropped her fashionable purse onto the dirty cell floor. Raul watched as she playfully stuck her sneakers through the bottom of one of the open cell doors in the deserted outer cellblock and began to impishly swing back and forth.
"I've never been spanked" Julie mused. "I've always wondered what it would be like." "I could tell my father I accidentally locked myself in one of the cells...."
"Would you like to see them spank my bare fanny?" Julie asked Raul teasingly. "If you took my purse to lost and found, I'd have no ID", she said, feigning distress. "Do you really think they'd strip me...butt naked?" "I bet when they bent me down over the whipping block with the other girls all those dirty old men in the visitor's gallery would try to look right up between my legs".
Julie gave the guard a playful smile as she swung her weight backwards. Julie felt another delicious shiver as her cell door CLANGED shut.
"Oh darn!" Julie said with mock exasperation. "Now I'm locked in..." "And you have my purse..."
"You still have your visitor's badge..." Raul said quietly.
Julie instantly unclipped the badge from the front of her teasingly short white half shirt and tossed it through the bars to Raul. "They forgot my middle initial" Julie said. "Can you get it fixed?"
"It could take hours" Raul replied thoughtfully. "And the punishments start in 20 minutes".
"Gosh darn it!" Julia replied.
Julie gripped the bars tightly as she watched the smiling guard pocket her badge, pick up her purse, and walk towards the door.
Julie's heart skipped a beat as cellblock door locked shut. Even if someone in the audience did speak English, Julie knew they wouldn't help. The fact that she was a beautiful, wealthy, American and totally innocent of any crime would make her shameful bare bottom whipping all the more delicious!
Julie felt a trickle of sweat run down her back as she gripped the bars tightly and nervously listened to the agonizing ticking of the clock on the wall.
The End
© Copyright Joe Whatever, 29 August 2003
Reviews
Jessie <imbolcmoon(at)juno(dot)com>
Nice, playful story, and just a little scary. The writing is good, but depends a bit heavily on adjectives and adverbs. A clock ticking on a prison wall doesn't need to be called ominous. «"Wimps!" Julia snickered contemptuously.» presents itself as contemptuous; «contemptuously» is not needed. And – just out of curiosity – why are all of the prisoners beautiful??
Trisha Allen <trishaallen(at)mindspring(dot)com>
What a strange story and strange girl! I can't say I relate to her at all; however, it was a wonderful story. Very descriptive and seemingly unique. I have lots of unanswered questions, though. Wonder what the guard was smiling about, as he pocketed her badge, picked up her purse and walked away? There' s a line, «Julie's heart skipped a beat, as the cellblock door locked shut.» and it also states that: «a trickle of sweat ran down her back, as she gripped the bars tightly, and nervously.» To sum it up, I bet before her ordeal was over, her heart really skipped a beat, and the sweat raced down her nervously, while she realized she made a big stupid mistake. Why didn't the girl just ask the guard to spank her? I'm sure he would have been glad to accommodate her, but he probably would have kept an eye on her. Making sure she was able to take the spanking, he was giving her. During the real foreign prison punishment, you take whatever they give you. If your body can 't take it, then too bad. That was your sentence, and that's what you will take, at all cost. She said she never had been spanked, so she really didn't know, how much she could take. I doubt the spoiled American girl, could take the punishment, the foreign prison's supply, which appears to be quite severe. Most American girls would try to avoid such a fate, and she's begging for it. I bet there was nothing better, these foreigners liked, than punishing her. Yes, I truly wonder what the guard was thinking, when he walked off smiling.
Rosa <subrosae8(at)juno(dot)com>
Delicious! Julie certainly saw an opportunity and took it. A dangerous way to get what you want, but that is what made this well-written story so good. Nicely done!