From Viking Violence to the Wild Wild West and finally the Spanking Space Station…these are only a few of the sexy spanking scenes performed at Spanking World. When a pretty young newswoman is assigned to report on the theme park, she winds up exposing the young couple she had befriended there. The resulting legal settlement calls for a suitable penalty…which she will suffer across the leading man’s knee. But will she really feel that he is punishing her, while she is falling in love with him?
As a free-lance reporter, Jennifer Jensen was willing and able to accept any assignment that came her way, from fashion trends to criminal trials, just as long as her editors paid the bill. This story, though, was so shocking, she wondered if she would not be better off working as a substitute history teacher again.
“You really want me to go to that PLACE?” she demanded, gasping in outrage. “Why don’t you send me to a house of ill fame and be done with it!”
“Just think the thing through logically,” the editor replied, in his most reasonable tone. “This new spanking theme park could be the scoop of the year, especially if you go there in June when the schools are closed, so you will find lots of people to interview. They will all be grownups, of course. The children will be off playing at some other park, since this one is strictly adults only.
“And if you are not willing to take the assignment? well, this is June, like I said. A lot of journalism students will be graduating from colleges and universities, and they will be more than willing to take any job that comes their way, even as unpaid interns. They would jump at the chance to cover a scandal like this one. That is IF you feel that is too scandalous for YOU.”
From the long silence that followed, he knew that she felt no such thing.
“But? but? sending me there to watch men spanking women, in order to earn my pay? I don’t know if that makes me a professional journalist or a plain pornographer.”
“What difference does it make?” he demanded. “Either way, it is NEWS.” Shrewdly, he added, “And it could even lead to a full-time job on a major daily newspaper, rather than selling free-lance stories to a local weekly like ours. Of course we would put up the admission fee, at $1,000 per day, and the hotel room and meals along with it, plus you would still get your usual payment.”
“I must admit that is tempting,” she reluctantly replied.
“And like the man said,” he triumphantly told her, “the only way to get rid of temptation is by giving in to it.”
“But I will not get spanked myself!” she cried.
“Of course not! I know that we could not pay you enough for THAT! No, like all the other visitors, you will only be watching the shows.”
“The spanking shows, you mean.”
“Exactly! So I promise that you would never have to put up with any public punishments yourself.”
But, as it turned out, this was not a promise he would be able to keep.
Even though she didn’t know about the serious spankings that awaited her, Jennifer wondered if she would be able to go through with this strange assignment. Just watching the customers while they stared at those perverted performers? How could she even hide her own disgust and outrage? She found herself shaking her red curls at the very thought.
Her parents would have shared her opinion. They had never believed in spanking, and she had grown up sharing their feelings. She would never admit though, even to herself, that she had grown up being curious about it, too.
?Wild Wild West
Noting the attractive young couple who were walking eagerly to the gate, she decided she could easily use them in her story. “Hi, I am Jennifer Jensen,” she told them, as she hurried to catch up. “Isn’t it exciting to be here?”
“It sure is!” the man answered, with a grin. He put his arm around the woman who walked beside him, and she smiled up at him in reply.
“I’m Henry Bradley, and this is the new Mrs. Melanie Bradley,” he said. “We are on our honeymoon, and we can’t think of a better place to be, especially since Melanie is a teacher. That means we have an entire month to enjoy ourselves, now that the schools are closed.”
And I can’t think of a better quote for my first paragraph, Jennifer thought, while sharing his broad grin. He just handed it to me on a silver platter. Of course, she quickly reminded herself, I would never embarrass them by using their names.
“Well then, congratulations!” she responded. “And I hope you enjoy the fun. As you see, there is plenty to be had here. Just look around at all the signs, in front of the winding wooded paths. They lead to the Randy Roman Empire, Viking Violence, Pirate’s Island, Victoria’s Spanking Secret, Wild Wild West, Greatest Spanking Show, Bedtime Spanking Stories, Spanking School Daze and Space Spanking.”
“But we are not just here for fun,” the bridegroom told her firmly. “No, we came here to see how spankings should be administered ? for both punishment and pleasure, as my wife here likes to say. Some would say that we should choose between them, but she insists that we can have both.”
“Then you are very fortunate indeed!” Jennifer told them. And so am I, she told herself silently, since their story is practically writing itself. Her smile grew even friendlier at the thought. “Do you mind if a tag along?” she asked. They assured her that they did not mind at all.
* * *
Jennifer could not help being impressed by the Wild West setting that appeared at the end of the path. It was completely authentic, from the dirt-covered streets to the rickety wooden buildings, with hand-painted signs advertising the ‘Federal Bank’, the ‘Wilderness Tavern’, the ‘Opera House’ and, of course, the ‘Frontier Gift Shop’.
Naturally, the so-called ‘opera house’ was no such thing. It was a vaudeville theater, where the billboard promised a juggler, a magician, a comedian, an orchestra and a chorus of ten high-kicking can-can girls, who were performing as the curtain rose.
So far, Jennifer could only admire the authentic 19th century entertainment, while wondering what it had to do with spanking. The only clue that spanking was involved came from the crimson velvet chair that stood on one side of the stage.
She knew she would be watching the spanking scenes soon enough, though, when the sheriff strode through the aisle and bounded up the steps onto the stage to the audience’s applause.
He, too, was authentically clad, in denim trousers and a cowboy hat, with a five-pointed star pinned to his plaid shirt. The only unauthentic thing about him was his incredible good looks, which would certainly have won him a place on the New York stage, during any century.
Standing more than six feet tall, with tousled brown hair above his perfectly chiseled features, he also displayed the rippling muscles and wide, square hands that seemed sure to provide the promised entertainment.
Those hands waved for the music to stop, and the musicians obediently fell silent. Dropping the skirts that they still held at their waists, the girls gaped at him with a great show of dismay.
“What is the problem, Sheriff Stanton?” one of the ladies asked.
For answer, he glared down at her from above his powerful folded arms. “You know very well what the problem is, Miss Marci,” he sternly replied. “I have warned you and your women again and again to stop doing that indecent illegal dance, with you lifting your skirts up and waving them around, while you kick up your feet. Obviously, you have not obeyed me. So now you must pay the price.”
The audience burst into applause, realizing that they would finally fully enjoy the performance they had come to see.
“Wh-why? what do you mean?” the pretty brunette asked, drawing back with a great show of fright.
“I’ll show you exactly what I’m talking about!” Grasping Marci’s arm, he pulled her to the armchair that stood in front of the stage. Ignoring her frantic struggles, he sat down heavily and dragged her over his knee, while the spectators cheered and clapped.
But this must be only an act, Jennifer told herself, ignoring the feelings that were stirring in her own lower body, making it difficult to keep herself from wriggling in her seat. Surely the dancers must be wearing padded panties to cover their behinds.
She gasped in amazement, as the sheriff yanked up the lead dancer’s skirts and pulled down her panties, exposing her bare bottom for all to see.
Now the girl was kicking so frantically, the audience felt sure that that was not a performance at all. The scene seemed even more convincing, when the sheriff raised his strong, square arm high over his head, above her writhing bottom.
Her scream was even more convincing, as he brought down his hand with all his force, across her backside. Soon she was howling frantically, as he struck her again and again. He left bright pink handprints that grew steadily darker, from flaming red to an angry crimson that was almost as bright as the velvet chairs. As the punishment went on and on, her shouting was soon mingled with helpless tears.
If she is faking it, Jennifer decided, then she must be the greatest actress in the world. Glancing around, the reporter noted that the rest of the audience felt the same way. The men were watching in awe, with their mouths hanging open, as the women squirmed on their padded velvet seats.
Up on stage, the other dancers were rushing towards the exit doors, where they were stopped by a chorus of males, all wearing deputies’ badges.
?“It’s no good for you women to try running away,” the sheriff told them, with his baritone voice rising above his victim’s howling. “That will only make things worse for you, since I have sworn in all these men as deputies. That means you females can ALL be punished, as you deserve. So, men, do your duty!”
Each of the deputies immediately obeyed by catching a woman’s arm, then lifting her ruffled skirts in one fist and bringing his free hand down with all his might on her naked backside. Soon the dance hall girls were struggling vainly, while desperately crying out pleas for mercy and frantic promises that they would never break the law again.
“So will you girls find decent jobs?” the sheriff called to them.
Frantically, they all shouted “Yes!”
“Good!” he exclaimed. “Then all you need is a few more good sound spanks, to be sure you remember to keep your word. I think twenty should be enough.”
“No!” the women wailed.
Ignoring them completely, he addressed the audience by saying, “And I believe that you good people will agree. Am I right?”
“Yes!” the spectators shouted.
“So will you join me in counting out the spankings?”
“YES!” they chorused, even more eagerly.
To her own surprise, Jennifer found herself echoing her new friends, the Bradleys, by joining in the audience’s happy shouts. The spectators counted out each sharp blow, which was echoed by the dancers’ screams.
Whatever they are paying those women, Jennifer thought, it can hardly be enough?
?unless, of course, they are enjoying it as much as the audience does.
Now she was determined to find out.
But, of course, she would have to explore the other attractions, too ? even if she never expected to meet anyone as sexy as that spanking sheriff.