NOTE: This is just a dream that I had one night. It does not, in any way, have anything to do with my _s_e_x_uality. Nor does it promote the abuse of children or CP (I am against them). Enjoy!
The future. It is a dark and desolate place. After the meteor hit, everything and almost everyone was destroyed. There were a few survivors. I was one of them.
There was a man who, before the end of the world, dreamed of world domination. His dream came true. Let's call him "Sal". Sal took over the world with his armies that he had built up over the years. He was a good and respectful leader, who cared for his people. However, despite all his knowledge, he still got confused. That is why he decided he needed an advisor. A right hand man, you might say.
And so it was decreed: Sal needed an advisor! He decided to hold an "audition" of some sort. Anyone who was wise was needed. The "audition" began one morning and lasted through the day. He could not find anyone. But finally, the man he had been looking for, hoping for, showed up. That man was me.
And so my career as advisor to Sal began that day. I was nearly an hour into my job, when suddenly, a raving man carrying a knife came bounding into Sal's home. He was a built man, and sort of muscular. He was tall, dark, and had a tough body. Let's call him "Joe". Joe lunged at me with the knife, but was held back by two guards.
"What is going on here?" Sal demanded.
"I'm gonna kill you, you bastard!" Joe screamed at me.
"Huh?" I asked. "Why?"
"I wanted that job! I did."
"Too bad. I got it!"
"Why, you little crap!" Joe said. He tried to break free, but the guards restrained him.
"Take him away!" Sal said. "We'll deal with him later." The guards dragged the kicking Joe away to the prison.
"God," I said. "What a psycho."
"You know," Sal started, "the things I hate most are killers. No one has the right to take another person's life."
"Well, Sal," I said, "what shall we do about him?"
"You tell me! You're the _d_a_m_n_ advisor."
"I think he ought to be punished, sire," I suggested.
"Yes! But how?" Sal asked, rubbing his chin thoughtfully and pacing about the room.
"I suggest..." I thought for a minute. "I suggest..." Finally, the perfect thought popped in my head. "He should be given a long, hard spanking!"
Sal turned around and glared at me. I was rather embarrassed at my suggestion, and bowed my head. Suddenly, Sal exclaimed, "That's perfect! You are a genius."
"I am?"
"Sure you are! There's nothing worse than public humiliation." Sal jumped up and down with glee. "Genius! Genius! Genius!"
"Sire, who shall deliver the spanking?" I asked, hoping he would answer what I wanted him to answer.
"Hmm..." Sal thought long and hard for a moment. "Why not you?"
My heart started pounding. "Me?"
"Yes! You're the one he tried to kill, so you should be the one to spank him!"
"Oh, but, sire, I---"
"No buts!" Sal said. "You will deliver the spanking tomorrow morning at dawn. I will make a public proclamation tonight that everyone is to attend this man's spanking. He will be spanked naked, bound to a cement pillar in the county square. You will use a large, black belt from my collection. The village blacksmith will be ordered to drill holes in it for extra vibration."
"Oh, sire," I said, "YOU are the genius!"
Dawn came rather slowly, to my disappointment. I couldn't wait to spank Joe's ass! I was too excited to even sleep. But finally, the moment of truth came.
Sal escorted me to the platform in the middle of our town. The platform was wooden, and had been built over night. There was a cement pillar with chains attached to it. I was really excited now.
Sal turned to me and said, "Good luck, my friend."
"Thank you, sire," I replied.
Then he added, "And have a hell of alot of fun!"
I smiled at his last comment. So did he.
About twenty minutes later, a huge crowd had gathered around the platform, waiting to watch Joe's fate. They were cheering and hooting as Sal stood up to speak. They immediately quited down when Sal began to talk.
"Hello, my faithful followers," he said. "I am so glad all of you could join us on this occasion. Yesterday, a vicious attack was made on my advisor by a man, whome we call "Joe". Today, you are here to witness his punishment: a naked spanking."
The crowd began to hoot and hollar. Sal quited them down and continued. "My advisor will be administering the spanking, since he was the one attacked. Bring out Joe!"
Two guards escorted the naked and humiliated Joe out onto the platform. The crowd was going wild. The guards took the chains and bound him, his back facing the crowd, his front facing the pillar. One of the guards retrieved the black belt, with recently drilled holes in, and handed it to me.
Sal looked at me and shouted, "Begin!"
I raised the belt and --
Suddenly, Joe growled with rage and pulled with all his might. He broke the chains and tried to attack me again. The guards restrained him, and shoved him to the floor of the platform. They each put a foot on his back to hold him down, despite his struggling. Then I started.
WHACK! I brought the belt down on his butt. It immediately turned a bright red and Joe shrieked with pain. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! Three more and Joe was crying like a naughty little boy. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! Suddenly, the belt snapped when it hit his ass the eight time. The crowd started booing. Joe sighed with relief.
"Quiet!" Sal ordered. "This is not a problem. We will just have to do this the old-fashioned way." Sal motioned, and one of his guards went and got a stool. I sat down on it. The guards picked the burning-butt Joe up and escorted him over to me. He knew immediately what to do, and he did it without hesitation, for fear of what might happen. He crawled across my lap and lay there motionless like a bad boy.
Sal nodded his head, and I brought my hand down. SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! I guess I didn't know my own strength. This seemed to be hurting Joe pretty badly. Maybe it was because his ass was already on fire. SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! Joe was wailing and crying and kicking as his butt turned a dark shade of crimson.
After about twenty more of those, my hand hurt. I decided to stop and shoved the whimpering Joe off of my lap. The crowd cheered as Joe stood up, crying and rubbing his sore behind. Sal nodded and smiled with approval. Then the guards released Joe into the crowd, and he ran away, sobbing.
Then I woke up.