SSC2007-17: Losing the SSC (X/M, spank, tawse) [Picture - Money] [497 words]

Gosh, suddenly one more day for the SSC. Well, I got an idea...

This story is fiction and deals with an adult male spanking. If such a subject is offensive, uninteresting or if you are a minor (i.e., child) please leave now.

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Please note that this is an 'as told to' report rather than my own narrative. I would never attempt such despicable behavior. I'm sure that you will understand why names have been redacted.

Losing the SSC
as told to
Y Lee Coyote

Wow, an extra day for the SSC. A chance to assure being the prize winner since I won that fat roll at last night's poker game. There's plenty to grease the palms of the reviewers who will vote for the best of the SSC. I got the names and the map of Assville showing where they each live. I waited until it was dark and with only a crescent moon, I'd be able to visit them all without being seen -- which won't have been good at all. I started on the edge of town where traffic is lightest.

At nine, I knocked on the door of <redacted> and we quickly came to an understanding. I peeled a couple of C-notes off and handed them over. It only took four minutes. The second house was just down the block and the results were the same. I was feeling good and figured that I'd be done before one.

<Redacted> was not at home so I moved onto the next one. Again, it was a breeze and extra easy as they are a couple -- so two with one blow so to speak. By ten, I'd gotten a third through the list. Much faster than I expected.

I circled about town and continued on the other side. I was up to the thirteenth and got this strange thought -- it's good that I'm not triskaidekaphobia. Like at all the doors before, I rang and explained my mission upon entering. The deal was struck although it was for three rather than two. I was about to leave but <redacted> noticed that I was admiring the item on the wall. He insisted that I examine it closely and took it down. It was a beautiful, well-oiled tawse and I admired its inherent beauty and fine craftsmanship. <Redacted> assured me that it does a great job and asked if I would like a demonstration. I declined politely as I handed it back.

Then, without warning, <redacted> raised it up and brought it crashing down on my rear. Even through my pants it smarted and I yelled in both pain and shock. Before I could recover, <redacted> whacked me twice again. This left me very vulnerable and <redacted> grabbed my arms and snapped a pair of handcuffs on me. Naturally, I yelled but <redacted> just laughed and told me the neighbors were used to it. At the same time, he had yanked my belt and pants open. Once they were down, I couldn't kick without falling. <Redacted> had me! He pushed me over the arm of the couch. I couldn't get up and I really learnt how effective that beautiful tawse is. <Redacted> turned my butt into a raging nova and reduced me to a whimpering, bawling blob.

A couple of hours later, <redacted> showed me a recording of the deal we made. I had to release him and all the others from the deals I made or else.

Now, I'm broke, sore and a loser.

The End

© Copyright A.I.L. September 16, 2007

This story had a good jokey 'have a little laugh at the contest we are all in' premise but once I had got past the novelty I didn't think there was much in it to be honest.

The constant repetition of <redacted> started to drive me nuts and if its a case of not wanting to use real names then for goodness sake make some up! I also think if writers are going to use 'smartass' terminology which hardly anyone understands, like triskaidekaphobia, then they might get the correct use of the adjective 'triskaidekaphobic' rather than the noun. It looks as if its just been looked up to be clever.

Nice novelty shot but that's about it.

A novel idea for a story and written in a realistic style.  I never got my C-Notes, though.

Haha, okay this was pretty fun. As far as the spanking goes it was nothing incredibly memorial but the whole set up was cute. A fun story to read, with cameos by our residents (we think!) Of course I can't really see any of OUR residents taking a bribe *snicker* but still....it was amusing to consider who would take the bribe, and who would have delivered the spanking.

While it is set up as a X/M story.. really it could work for any kind of pairing, and I liked that.Oh, and extra points for word usage! "triskaidekaphobia."

Meta-level stories about the SSC (or the group) itself have a hard time being taken seriously, since they're time-limited, full of in-jokes, and typically don't take *themselves* seriously, but they're often highly creative and entertaining - and that's the case here. It's a frothy confection, but that's the point.