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Alex_b
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Post Number: 16
Registered: 04-2005
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BOTTOMS UP FOR SHEILA O'SHEA
by Alex B.
Sabrina Heywood felt the full effect of the
wind-chill factor as she stepped out of a cab
and onto 8th Avenue. The weatherman predicted
it would be mildly cool in New York City that
morning, so of course it was below freezing.
What made Ms. Heywood especially angry a
was that she knew the weatherman personally.
He worked down the hall at the same television
studio she did. "Why didn't I tune into one of
the big networks?" she thought as she wrapped
her Gucci coat tightly around her tiny frame
and headed into the lobby of the Bristol
building which housed her agent's office.
Actually, Sabrina did work for a big network.
It wasn't one of the three giants, but it was in
the top five and steadily becoming more popular
every day. And "Sheila O'Shea", the program on
which she played the title character, was the
anchor for its Wednesday evening lineup.
Sabrina had been happy playing Sheila, the brash
young female executive who struggled valiantly
to balance her business and love life within a
male-dominated corporation. She had never been
bothered by the fact that the scenes depicting
her romantic fantasies had run the gambit from
playfully risque to blatantly raunchy.
The storyline for the episode she was about
to shoot, however, had her in a perfect rage.
The plot involved Sheila's boss, Trent Clay
dozing off during a shareholders meeting and
dreaming about Sheila dancing provocatively
for him in a schoolgirl uniform. The dream
sequence was to end with Sheila over Trent's
knee getting soundly spanked for her
inappropriate behavior.
Sabrina charged into Art Raymond's office.
"This is what they want me to wear on the show!"
she announced, throwing off her coat.
Arty remained at his desk, staring at his
favorite pain-in-the-ass client who stood before
him in a plaid skirt, a white blouse and black
patent leather shoes with white knee socks.
At 47, he was nearly twice Sabrina's age and yet
Arty couldn't help having his manhood stirred by
the sight of this undeniably attractive woman
in such an oddly fetching get-up.
"So that's your outfit for the season finale.
You do look sexy in it."
"I look like a schoolgirl!"
"Yes, but then you always sort of look like
a schoolgirl."
"What?"
"You know- the short waif-like body, the pouty
lips, big saucer eyes... I mean, you’re like
a teenager. It's the hot look. That's why they
cast you."
Sabrina didn't feel like having this argument
with Arty again.
"Have you seen the script?" she asked angrily.
"Yes, I just read it. It's hilarious!"
"What are you- did you read the whole thing?!"
"Sure! It's great, especially the part where
you- I mean Sheila, gets spanked! It's a hoot!"
"A hoot?! It's a disgrace! What about my- I mean
Sheila's dignity?!"
"What dignity?! On last week's show you screwed
the carpet cleaning guy... on the carpet...
in front of everyone in the office!"
"That was a fantasy sequence!"
"So is this!"
"Yes, but it's not Sheila's fantasy, it's her
perverted boss having a daydream."
"Oh, so if it's your character's fantasy,
anything goes, but a man has to watch what
he dreams about. Kind of a sexist attitude,
isn't it?"
Exasperated, Sabrina took a moment to
calm herself.
"Listen, I just don't think that the most
respected female on television should be seen
in this outfit getting spanked like a child."
"The most respected..." Art began to laugh.
"You are kidding, aren't you?"
"Excuse me, but did the readers of T.V. Guide
vote Sheila O'Shea the most respected female
character on television or didn't they?"
"That was three seasons ago, when she was a
perky young female executive fighting sexism in
the manly world of business."
"So?"
"So now she's a bony little brat who ruts
with anything in a pair of pants. Believe me,
there's nothing the viewers would like to see
more than Sheila O'Shea getting her little
ass smacked!"
"You don't really believe that."
"I think they'd tune in to see it every night
of the week."
"Oh, come on!"
"Want to bet?"
"Yeah!"
"Okay, I'll tell you what," Arty said, pushing
a button on his intercom. "We'll ask the
audience and find out. Margaret?" he called
to his secretary. "There's a pay phone directly
across the street from here. Could you go over
and find out what number I'd use to call it?
Thanks." Arty then lead Sabrina to his huge
office window and pointed to the street below.
"We'll call that phone and ask whoever answers
what they think about Sheila's character.
You know- if she's a slut, does she deserve
a spanking... and if they say 'no' to either
question, you win. Just pick someone as they
walk by the phone and I'll call them."
"Anybody?" Sabrina stared down at the hundreds
of pedestrians passing by.
"As long as they've seen the show, I'll accept
their answer. Fair enough?"
Sabrina thought about it.
"What do I get if I'm right?"
"If you're right, I'll call the studio, tell
them you refuse to perform the spanking scene
and demand a rewrite."
"And if I'm wrong?"
"I get to spank your bare ass and you do the
scene as written, without any complaint. Deal?"
"Um..." Sabrina hesitated a moment. "Okay, it's
a deal."
As the two shook hands, Margaret returned with
the number scrawled on a post-it note which
she handed it to her boss then left the room.
"Okay, now pick somebody." Arty said.
Sabrina's eyes scanned the sidewalk for the
nicest, most even-tempered face she could find.
"There!" she said, pointing at a young, unshaven
man in a thick sweater and a scarf who was
carrying a small guitar on his back. He looked
to be about 22 or so- probably a music student.
In any case, he certainly didn't appear to be
the kind of brute that would want to see her
character trivialized or humiliated.
"The guy with the guitar?" Arty inquired.
"Right. Let's ask him."
Arty waited until the man was just approaching
the phone and then quickly dialed the number.
The two watched breathlessly as the young man
walked by the phone then stopped and looked
around to see if anyone was going to answer it.
After a few more rings, he walked over and
picked up the receiver.
"Hello?"
Arty switched over to speaker phone.
"Good morning, sir." Art began in the style of
a telemarketer. "I'm calling from Bristol East
Surveys and I was wondering if you wouldn't
mind answering a few questions for us."
"Oh, okay." the young man said. "But I don't
really have much time."
"I understand. This will only take a minute.
Do you ever watch the 'Sheila O'Shea' program?"
"Uh, yeah. I watch that one."
"Would you call yourself a regular viewer?"
"Sure, pretty much every week."
"Good." Arty said, nodding to Sabrina.
"Now, what you think about Miss O'Shea's
personal life. How would you rank her level
of promiscuity?"
"Her what?"
"Her sex life. Would you say she was prudish,
about average or a complete slut?”
The young man paused for a moment.
"Mmmm... slut."
Sabrina's mouth dropped open.
"How much of a slut?" Arty ventured.
"Well, I mean she sleeps with a new guy every
other episode and in real life that's supposed
to be like every other day, so I'd say she's a
pretty much a hosebag."
On hearing this, Sabrina had to cover her mouth
to keep from screaming.
"Could you repeat that, sir?" Arty asked,
trying not to laugh.
"I said she's a hosebag." the man said,
speaking more loudly.
"I see." Arty replied, biting a knuckle in an
attempt to keep his composure. Out of the corner
of his eye he could see Sabrina losing hers.
"And if you had a choice between having sex
with Sheila or giving her a good spanking,
which would you choose?"
"Seriously?"
"Uh-huh."
"Well, I don't think I'd want to risk actually
doing her. I'd be afraid of catching something.
But I wouldn't mind taking a whack at that cute
ass of hers!"
"So you'd like to spank her?"
"Are you kidding? I'd love to get that skinny
bitch over my knee! Man, I'd yank her panties
down and wale on that fine little-"
Sabrina quickly picked up the receiver and
slammed it down again.
"That doesn't count!" she shouted.
"What you talking about?!" Arty laughed as he
pushed his chair from the desk and sat down.
"We had a fair bet and you lost. Now get over
here and pay up!"
Sabrina's bony knees quivered as she watched
her agent pat his lap invitingly. The thought of
actually bending over his knee was overwhelming
to her. It was at once frightening, humiliating
and more than somewhat of a turn-on. She almost
began to take a step in his direction when
suddenly her righteous indignation kicked in.
"No way! Best two out of three!" she demanded.
"Okay, pick someone else." Arty sighed.
Once again, Sabrina searched through the masses
of people for that one sweetheart who wouldn't
like to see her character taken to the woodshed.
She spotted a lady carrying a bag of groceries.
The woman reminded Sabrina of a great aunt she
often stayed with when she was a child- a woman
who let her get away with just about anything.
"Her!" Sabrina stated and pointed at the woman
with the shopping bag.
"Fine." Arty agreed. "But I'll have to drop the
sex part of the question."
"Just ask her whether I'm a slut and if I
should be spanked."
Arty waited, then dialed the number and put the
call on speaker phone. The woman with the bag
walked right up to the phone and answered it.
"Yes?"
"Hello, madam. I'm performing a survey of t.v.
viewers and was wondering if you could answer
a few questions for me."
"Hmm. All right. I really don't watch that
much television, though."
"That's okay. I only want to ask you about
one particular program. Do you ever watch
'Sheila O'Shea'?"
"The one with pretty business woman? I love
that show!"
Sabrina grinned widely and turned to Art,
nodding approvingly.
"Good." Arty replied. "Now what I want to know
specifically is- what do you think of Sheila's
sexual proclivities?"
The woman paused. She giggled a bit and looked
around to see if anyone was listening in.
"You mean the way she sleeps around?"
Sabrina's smile disappeared.
"That slut should be ashamed of herself!"
the woman continued. "The way she carries on!
You probably couldn't keep her knees together
with super glue!"
Sabrina slapped a hand against her forehead
in amazement.
"What the f-" she began, but Arty shushed her
and continued with the questions.
"And what would you do if you were her mother?
Would you... spank her?"
"Spank her? No. No, I wouldn't do that."
Sabrina's eyes lit up and she immediately began
hopping around in sort of silent victory dance.
"I'd take a belt to her ass!" the woman added.
Sabrina's dance came to an immediate halt.
"If she were my daughter and she dressed like
that at work and slept with all those men, I'd
take my husband's belt, bend her over the back
of a chair and whip that sorry excuse for an ass
until it was as red as a fire engine! Then you
know what I'd do? I'd stand her at the dinner
table and make her eat a big bowl of mashed
potatoes and gravy. I mean, have you seen her
body lately? She's as thin as a toothpick!
The poor thing probably has to run around in
the shower just to get wet! Oh, and then I'd get
a washcloth and scrub at least half that make-up
off her snotty little face- "
Once again Sabrina picked up the receiver only
to slam right back down. She then stood there,
staring at the phone, gasping for words.
By that time, Arty had already sat back down
and was staring at her confidently. Looking over
at him, Sabrina's lower lip began to tremble a
bit as he crooked a finger and beckoned her to
his side.
"You know, technically that woman said she
wouldn't spank me."
"You're right.", Arty agreed and began
unbuckling his belt. "She said you needed
a strapping."
"No, no!" Sabrina cried, holding her hands out.
Then she sighed and shrugged her shoulders.
"Okay, I'll take what's coming to me. Can I have
a few moments to myself?" She motioned in the
direction of Art's private bathroom.
"Certainly." he said.
As Sabrina left the room, Arty quickly picked up
the phone and pushed the speed dial button that
put him directly through to Lyle Jensen,
the producer of the ‘Sheila O'Shea’ show.
"Lyle?", Arty spoke softly.
"Speaking."
"Listen, this is Art Raymond. I've got Sabrina
Heywood here in my office and something amazing
is about to happen. Is it possible for you to
put the rest of this call through to all the
speakers in the studio? I want everyone there
to hear this."
"I think so. Why, what's going to happen?"
"You wouldn't believe me if I told you.
I'm going to put the phone down now. Just make
sure this goes out to the whole studio, okay?
Trust me."
In the bathroom, Sabrina looked down at a box
of Kleenex and was struck by a clever idea.
She began furiously pulling out dozens of
tissues and stuffing them into the back of her
cotton panties.
Then she heard Art's voice from the next room.
"Remember, I'm going to spank your bare bottom,
so don't bother padding yourself."
Sabrina gulped and slowly began removing the
tissues one by one.
A minute later, she came back into the office
and slowly made her way across the hardwood
floor in her white knee socks, having kicked
off those uncomfortable leather shoes in
the bathroom. She neared Arty's chair, but
stopped short before she was within his reach.
"Now, come on! You said you'd take a spanking
on your bare ass if you lost the bet. Don't tell
me Sabrina Heywood, the most respected woman on
television is the type to go back on her word!"
Arty was careful to articulate so that everyone
listening in would know exactly what was going
on and to whom.
"Fine! I'll take my medicine!" Sabrina huffed as
she reached under her skirt and lowered her
panties which fell down her thin legs and
directly to her ankles. She shuffled forward and
allowed Art to guide her over his lap. He took
his time lifting her skirt, carefully laying it
across her back. He couldn't help noticing how
adorable his client looked with her petite
porcelain bottom bared and her arms and legs
dangling helplessly on either side of his knees.
"You DO have the most darling ass, Sabrina.
I don't know how I've kept from spanking it
up until now!" Arty laughed.
"Just do it, asshole!"
"All right." he said, lifting his hand into the
air and bringing it down with a powerful smack.
"Yeow!" Sabrina shrieked. "Hey, I thought this
was a friendly bet!"
Arty's hand immediately smacked her ass again.
"Ouch! What the hell!"
Two more spanks arrived in quick succession.
"Ooh! Ow! Dammit! Come on, now!"
And so it continued- swat after resounding swat
interrupted only by the sound of Sabrina's
angry squawking until the searing pain in her
throbbing buns caused her complaints to melt
into pitiful sobbing. Tears tricked down the
young woman's kewpie doll face, but even though
her ass cheeks were beginning to feel like
molten glass, Sabrina tried to avoid crying out
too loudly for fear that Arty's secretary
might be listening at the door. As it happened,
Margaret was down the hall enjoying a cup of
decaf the whole time. Ten blocks away at the
studio where ‘Sheila O'Shea’ was taped however,
dozens of actors, engineers and crew members
were listening intently with uncontrollable
grins glued to their faces as they flinched in
mock empathy at every echoing slap. Eventually,
Sabrina's attempts to minimize the sounds of her
suffering failed and much to the delight of all
those secretly listening she broke down and
began bawling like a juvenile being whooped for
writing naughty words on the sidewalk.
Arty gave Sabrina's bare fanny one last wallop
before allowing her to stand. She quickly pushed
herself from his lap and hopped lightly from
foot to foot using both hands in a feverish
attempt to rub the sting from her blazing buns.
"You are so fired!" she managed to hiss through
tightly clenched teeth.
"We have a contract."
"I'll sue you for everything you've got!"
"I doubt it. But even if you did, it would
still be worth it!" Arty replied with a
satisfied grin.
"Bastard!" Sabrina growled, then headed for the
wet bar. She grabbed a bottle of vodka and
the ice bucket before disappearing into
the bathroom.
Arty quietly hung up the phone. A minute later,
he peeked into the bathroom where he found
Sabrina sitting in the sink filled with cold
water and ice cubes. She was wiping tears from
her face between swigs from the vodka bottle.
"Am I really fired?"
"No." Sabrina told him. "But what was I
supposed to say? My ass was on fire!"
"Yeah. I guess I really went to town on you."
They both smiled.
"Man! I'm glad I'm not your daughter." Sabrina
said, handing him the bottle as she climbed out
of the sink. "You spank hard!"
Arty handed his client her shoes as they walked
back into the office where Sabrina began
gathering her things together. She found her
white cotton panties hanging from the branch of
a potted plant next to the desk. She figured
they must have landed there when she kicked
them off during her ordeal.
"So you'll do the scene?", Arty asked.
"I guess so." Sabrina said, stepping into her
panties and pulling them up into place as gently
as possible. "Ow! Besides, after this, getting
spanked on television will be a breeze!"
"So, no hard feelings?"
"Of course there are!" Sabrina smirked.
"But I suppose I'll get over it... as long
as everything that's happened here remains
a secret."
Arty glanced nervously at the phone.
"Ooh!" he said, making a sour face. "That might
be a tad difficult."
"Why?"
"Okay, I'll tell you." He handed the bottle of
vodka back to Sabrina. "But you might want to
have another drink first."
THE END |
Smartnnaughty
Spanko
Username: Smartnnaughty
Post Number: 149
Registered: 05-2005
| | Posted on Monday, June 13, 2005 - 12:06 pm: |
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HOT-HOT-HOT. Wow, she deserved it (and I'm a bottom).
Sassy Sassy Sassy
No one can be as Sassy as me!
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