SSC 2010: An Enlivening Change of Pace, by the Crimson Kid

"AN ENLIVENING CHANGE OF PACE" by the Crimson Kid
[Category: Genre-Science Fiction]
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Twenty-year-old Chadwick Charrington vainly pulled at the Sisterhood-licensed Spankmistress machine's softmetal restraints that immobilized his wrists, ankles, knees, elbows, mid-thighs and lower back. He could lift up his head and shoulders but the well-padded punishment bench held him firmly bent over at a ninety-degree angle.

Once his eighteen-year-old sister Reemah initiated the 'elevate posterior' control, however, the padded bolster under his abdomen rose slowly, pushing his naked buttocks upward while the thigh and back restraints automatically loosened to allow that movement.

"Now he's totally wide-open," noted Cynthia, the statuesque raven- haired saleslady, "His 'sit spots' in ideal position for an effective leathering-I'd suggest using the narrow strap to begin with."

The teenager smirked. "Fine with me." She patted her brother's quivering posterior, framed by the blue bands of his seatless 'malewear' briefs-his only clothing at the moment. "Okay by you, Chaddie, a nice smarting warmup to get this demonstration underway?"

Cynthia activated the 'implement' screen's setting for 'narrow leather strap' before turning to the 'target area' screen. "Thighcreases to anus level, what we informally call the 'bottom of his bottom,' that's optimal for this two-inch-wide strap." She indicated the 'intensity/length/speed' screen. "I'd recommend starting at 'medium' for four minutes at twelve swats per minute-it won't hurt too much initially but the stinging effect will become cumulative. Then another four minutes but at 'medium hard,' fifteen swats per minute, that should make him squirm and squeal for us; he'll be quite uncomfortable, I guarantee."

The girl nodded. "Okay, but I want a full demonstration-Chad needs to end up much more than just uncomfortable."

"Bawling shamelessly, I know." Her hostess chuckled. "I'm setting it to escalate to 'hard' for four minutes, twenty strokes per minute, then finally to 'extra hard,' two minutes at twenty per minute then two more at thirty per minute."

Reemah grinned. "Owwwwchie! A sizzling lash every two seconds, that's going to awesomely enflame Chaddie's bare bottom."

The saleswoman chortled as she engaged the machine's punitive processes. "Which is what you want, so just relax while your brother receives the discipline he deserves."

Two narrow leather straps, one on each side of Chadwick's upraised, exposed posterior, began to alternate whipping sharply across his lower buttcheeks at five-second intervals with smooth precision-CRACK! THWACK! THWACK! CRACK!-resulting in his reactive gasping.

"Uhhhh!...I didn't...ahhh!...misbehave..." he protested.

His sister guffawed. "You were born male, Chaddie honey, so the Sisterhood considers you a naughty boy for your whole life-it's that simple."

"Exactly," Cynthia agreed, aware that providing a free full spanking would clinch the sale. "The Spankmistress doesn't replace the personal touch, it merely provides an enlivening change of pace by allowing a goddess to sit back and watch while a masculine miscreant is given his just desserts."

Reemah ruffled her brother's hair as the metronomic strapping continued and his reddening rump wriggled. "Hurting back there already, Chaddie? You haven't felt anything yet."

The saleslady dimpled delightedly. "Indeed...We still have the paddle, cane, crop and tawse options to explore..."

{The End}

Kris email

I have to assume that, when you had such good Christian names as Chadwick and Cynthia at your disposal, that you deliberately chose Reemah for it's verb association; "Chaddie" is probably a play on "chappie", too, which he certainly will be by the time his they're finished with him. There was potential for pursuit of the theme, particularly at mention of the fact poor Chadwick was "wide open", although not much play was made on his discomfort of the idea, which might have led to some delectable squirming, at the least. There was certainly room for a little more follow through, so to speak.

I have a bone to pick with the overuse of ' ' around terms, a grammatical annoyance that isn't neccessary, especially for a science fiction audience, readers who are accustomed to assimilating strange terms. As for the science in your story, the pursuit of creation of a spanking device has been a serious study from the dawn of time (what else could be responsible for the invention of a mill wheel? certainly not the need to grind wheat!), and is quite deserving of exploration through speculative fiction. Why, I think there's a worthy study on this concept of manwear on which your inner anthropologist could devise an entirely seperate line of stories alone, I'm sure.

Pablo email

This feels very much like a fantasy scenario for the author, and not a story in any meaningful way. Specifically, so much of the available space is given to endless details which have little or nothing to do with the drama - so many numbers, durations, indicators and such, which all blur after a while. The details - such as they are - about the characters also seem to miss the point. We learn their names, ages, and other superficial information, but almost nothing about them as people. Their voices are the same - and are the same as the third-person narrator's voice - which reveals that the author doesn't really know who they are, beyond place-holders in the fantasy. A shame. I'd encourage the author to branch out a bit, and try writing outside of the same fantasy box.