Readers,
The Sin City Spanks story contest turned out several very good entries, and ‘Burlesque Nightmare’ is an aptly-titled, fun romp. I know you’ll have fun with this one..
– Dana
Burlesque Nightmare
Heels, dance shoes, sequined bra tops and bottoms? Check, check, check, and check. I was looking through my dance bag and made sure I had everything I needed for my audition for the X Burlesque show at the Tropicana. Over the past month I had been auditioning for several of the adult dance shows in Las Vegas. I enjoyed dancing and performing, and needed the money to help pay for school. Dancing topless wasn’t my first choice, but I was struggling financially and was running out of options.
I pulled part of my curly red, shoulder length hair back, and put the finishing touches on my makeup. My brown eyes sparkled. I was excited for today. I certainly had the body and dance training they were looking for.
I grabbed my dance bag and keys, and headed to the car. Once I reached the hotel, I checked in at the audition table, took off my blue tank top and dance shorts, adjusted my pink sequined bra and briefs, and pinned on my number. My outfit was sensual, but not tasteless. I put on my ballet shoes and started stretching. After several minutes all of the dancers lined up and they recorded our height and took our pictures. We then did a basic ballet combination across the stage consisting of two piqué turns, two chainé turns, two assemblés, an arabesque, two more assemblés, and a grand jeté. There was a spotlight on me making it hard to see. Going in a straight line was key, so spotting was important.
After all 60 female dancers had gone, they cut 15 dancers, and I fortunately made the first cut. We then put on our heels and were taught a classical jazz routine performed to very fast music. I danced my best and made it through the next cut. For the final round we grabbed fans and performed a classical burlesque fan dance. There were still 20 dancers remaining and the producers told us they would inform us who had made callbacks within 24 hours. I smiled as I put my dance shorts and tank top on and said goodbye to my friends who were still there. I grabbed my bag and walked slowly back to car. As I left the theater I ran directly into my mother. She was 5’8”, only a little taller than I was, and slim with short black hair and piercing blue eyes. Except for the height and body shape we looked nothing alike.
“Nicole Elizabeth, what are you doing here?” her voice was very low and it was clear she was angry.
I thought about lying for a minute, but there was a sign for X Burlesque auditions right behind me.
“Auditioning to be a dancer,” I said quietly.
“What were you thinking?! No daughter of mine is going to be a stripper!”
“I love dancing and performing. I also could really use the money.”
Mom grabbed my arm and quickly walked towards the parking garage. I attempted to pull away from her, but she was expecting it and maintained a firm grip on my arm. I got a few strange looks from tourists and a sympathetic look from a girl around my age. I was embarrassed.
“Mom, please let go. I’m not going anywhere,” I pleaded quietly. I really wanted to get away from her, but knew better than to even try. Maybe if I cooperated, the punishment wouldn’t be so bad.
“Alright,” she said stopping. She still had a hold of my elbow, and turned me to face her. “You are to go straight to your car, and drive home. You and I will be having a long conversation when you get home, and believe me when I say you don’t want to make things worse for yourself than they already are.”
“Yes ma’am,” I said quietly.
She let go of my arm and I quickly walked towards the stairs. As soon as I was out of her sight, I stopped walking and took several deep breaths. I knew what was coming: a hard bare bottom spanking and paddling. She would use her hairbrush, and likely her belt to reduce me to a sobbing mess. I had been spanked dozens of times and rarely cried. Today was going to be very different, and I wasn’t looking forward to it. I took a deep breath and climbed the stairs until I reached where I had parked.
This is so unfair! I thought as I drove home. Why can’t mom respect that I am an adult and allow me to make my own decisions about what I want to do?
Mom’s car wasn’t in the driveway when I pulled up to our house. I grabbed my bag, locked the car, and hurried into the house. Once I was inside, I ran up the stairs to my room and changed into a regular bra and panties. I didn’t need to give my mom yet another reason to punish me. I went to the bathroom, took off my makeup and went back to my room. I sat on the bed and waited. A few minutes later I heard mom’s car pull into the driveway and the front door open. Her footsteps disappeared and I heard a door close. I hated waiting, and pulled my knees to my chest. I took slow deep breaths and tried to keep the anxiety that was building up inside at bay.
Several minutes later I heard footsteps, then her voice from the bottom of the stairs calling me. I took a deep breath, slowly got to my feet, and walked down the stairs. I knew better than to keep her waiting. She had changed into jeans and a red blouse with flowers on it.
Mom looked at me steadily for a minute, and my heart skipped a beat.
“My office. Now.”
“Yes ma’am.” I walked past her and she gave me a hard swat as I did. The force pushed me forward and I stumbled, but quickly re-gained my balance. I walked quickly down the hall, staying far enough in front of her so she wouldn’t swat me again.
“Sit,” she said pointing to the couch, closing the door behind her.
I quickly sat down, knowing it was the last time I would be sitting comfortably for quite some time. The couch was a few feet away from the windows. There was a large desk with a couple of chairs in front of it and bookshelves behind the desk on one side of the room. On the other side of the room there was a large closet that contained her many spanking implements: wood and leather paddles in various shapes and thicknesses, belts, canes, brushes…on and on. You name it, she had it. I saw that she had pulled out a square wood hairbrush, a wood OTK paddle, a large paddle with holes, and her wide leather belt. I didn’t see a can, and was grateful for that.
“What were you thinking, Nicole?”
“I love to dance and perform. Burlesque is a lot of fun. I could also really use the money to pay for school. If I can earn money doing what I love, what is so wrong about that?”
“What is so wrong?! You are a stripper and performing topless!”
“And? No, it’s not my first choice, but there are only so many years I’m going to be able to dance.”
“What about after you’re done dancing? You are going to have a much harder time finding a job in the private sector with topless dancing on your resume.”
“Not likely. It’s Las Vegas! Many dancers work in offices and other professional jobs throughout the city after they retire. People here tend to be really open minded.”
“It seems you’ve thought of everything. What about outside of Las Vegas?”
“Maybe I’ll have problems, maybe I won’t. People are a lot more open minded these days.”
“How many auditions have you been to?”
“I don’t know. Six to eight, maybe. I’m an adult and can make my own decisions about what I want to do with my life.”
Mom looked at me steadily. It seemed we were at a standstill and I really had no idea which way this was going to go down.
“You’re right. You are an adult. I’m not happy with your decision to pursue this career path, and I think you’re behaving like a slut.” I almost yelled at her. I couldn’t believe she said I was behaving like a slut. I bit my tongue and kept my thoughts to myself. With any luck, I could get out of being spanked. “When are callbacks if you make it?”
“Next weekend.”
“Alright, well as long as you live in my house, you are still subject to my rules.”
Oh boy, here it comes… I thought.
“I’m not going to forbid you from attending if you do get a callback, but I am going to give you something to think about. I know you don’t want to hear this, but I do think you are acting like a slut, and I expect a lot better from you. I want a lot better for you. It is ultimately your decision, but I certainly don’t approve. Get up.” I slowly stood up. “Take off your clothes.”
“What?” I was shocked. She had never asked me to do that before.
“Since you seem to think dancing topless is okay, you won’t be wearing anything for this punishment.” I was still shocked, but complied without asking any more questions. I didn’t want to make things worse. I paused after taking off my shorts and tank top. Mom looked amused. “Bra and panties too.”
I took a deep breath and slowly removed my last layer of protection. I really had been okay with dancing topless for auditions, but being forced to strip and stand naked in front of my mom was embarrassing. I was sure that was her intent. I shivered involuntarily.
“Don’t worry. You won’t be cold for long,” she said moving one of the chairs from in front of the desk towards the center of the room. She grabbed the brush and OTK paddle, and sat down in the chair, placing the brush and paddle on the floor next to her. She looked at me expectantly.
I had been spanked enough times to know what to do next. I walked over to her left side. She grabbed my right arm and I fell over her lap. I placed my hands on the ground and waited for the first swat. I didn’t have to wait for long.
She started spanking me hard and fast with her hand. She wasn’t messing around, and within a few minutes I was grabbing onto the chair and moving my feet a little bit in an effort to cope with the pain. My bottom was already warm. The stinging built up rapidly and she had barely started.
“Stay still!” Mom said with a slap to my upper thigh.
“Ah! I’m trying!” I said squirming involuntarily.
“Uh huh,” she said with a slap to my other thigh. “Just be glad you’re getting a warm up,” she said starting to spank me again.
“You call this a warm up?!” I muttered under my breath.
“What was that?” she said with a hard swat.
“I just said thank you for the warm up.”
“Uh huh,” she said with another hard swat. “I know you well enough to know that wasn’t it. Warm up’s over,” she said as she started to spank me hard and fast again. Her hand felt like a paddle and the sting was intense, staying right on the surface of my bottom. I felt a few tears come to my eyes, and concentrated on breathing slowly and deeply. If I broke now, the rest of my punishment would be a nightmare. It had been a long time since I’d been spanked, and this was already significantly more intense than the last time.
After a couple of minutes she stopped and picked up the wood hairbrush. She ran it across my bottom for a minute. The coolness of the back of the brush against my hot bottom actually felt nice. That brief reprieve was not to last. I felt the brush leave my bottom and it came down with a loud SPLAT on my left side. The sting was incredible and I gasped. At least the sting didn’t just stay on the surface. It was actually a little easier to take than her hand had been.
Keep breathing! I commanded myself. I took slow, deep breaths, but even so, I felt the tears in my eyes. I blinked them back and tried to imagine I was somewhere else than over my mom’s knee being spanked. After several dozen swats with the brush, she set it down and picked up her hardwood OTK paddle.
“I know you have problems staying still for this one, so I’m going to help you out,” she said wrapping her leg over my thighs. She grabbed on tightly to my waist and I was completely helpless.
She raised the paddle and brought it down hard on my bottom causing me to cry out. My left leg involuntarily kicked up, but there wasn’t really anywhere for it to go. I took slow, deep breaths as she brought the paddle down over and over again against my already sore backside.
“Ugh! This isn’t fair!” I muttered after a particularly hard swat.
“What was that?” she said grabbing my hair by scalp and pulled my head up. She rested the paddle on my back.
“Ah! I said this isn’t fair. I’m way too old to be spanked like this!”
“Not fair? Do you think I like punishing you like a naughty girl? No, I don’t!” she said without waiting for an answer. “You should have thought about that before you started parading yourself around town topless in front of dozens of strange men trying to get a dance job. How do you think it makes me feel to find out that you are acting like a slutty stripper? How would you feel if any of your family or friends saw you dancing like that?”
I stayed quiet. I wasn’t sure if she was done, and didn’t want to interrupt her prematurely.
“Well?” she said pulling on my hair again. It wasn’t hard and didn’t really hurt, but it emphasized how little control I had.
“I don’t know. Embarrassed, I guess.”
“You guess?” she said picking up the paddle and bringing it down with a hard swat. I arched my back and cried out. “What happens if some creepy guy likes what he sees, and follows you out to the parking garage or follows you home? You are putting yourself and potentially me in great danger.”
“That is not likely to happen.” Mom brought the paddle down with another hard swat. My legs kick involuntarily. “Ah! No, I mean it. Each hotel has a high level of security to protect the performers and I’m pretty sure nothing like that has happened to a show dancer in recent history. Prostitutes and strip club dancers, yes. Hotel performers, no.”
“You really do have all of the answers don’t you? Get up,” she said releasing her tight grip on my waist. I pushed myself up and stood in front of her. She stood up and looked at me steadily. “Bend over the desk, and grab the far side.”
I complied without saying anything. Talking right now was a really bad idea. “Stay there,” she said spanking me with her hand several times, and then left the room.
It had been years since I’d been put in timeout, but it was much worse to be laying here in position with my bottom in the air, with the large paddle with holes and belt next to me. I took slow deep breaths and tried to relax. I don’t know how long she left me there, but I became acutely aware of how sore my bottom was.
Ugh! This next round is going to really painful! I thought angrily. I had done a really good job keeping my attitude in check up to that point. I took slow deep breaths and forced myself to calm down. I really didn’t need to give Mom another reason to punish me. I was in enough trouble as it was. After several more minutes I heard the door open again. I kept my eyes focused on the wall ahead of me. Looking back was a suicide mission.
“You might be an adult, Nicole, but you are acting like a spoiled, immature child,” she said picking up the paddle next to me and placed her right hand on my back. She brought the paddle down hard.
“Ow!” I said lifting my head and arching my back.
“Don’t even think about getting out of position!” she said paddling me two more times. “We’re just getting started!” I swore under my breath and tightened my grip on the desk. “What was that?” she said swatting me again.
“I’m sorry,” was all I could say. I wasn’t about to repeat it.
“Uh huh! Unless you want the cane or to eat a bar of soap, I highly suggest watching your mouth!” she said leaning over me and spoke quietly into my ear.
“Yes ma’am,” I said quietly.
She paddled me several more times. As I was already sore, each swat was excruciating and I felt the tears in my eyes.
After 10 swats she put the paddle down and picked up the belt. She had doubled over the belt and done the buckle to make it easier for her to swing. The first slap of the belt was intense and took my breath away. It felt like I had been stung by hundreds of bees. I tried to arch my back, but Mom pressed down hard, pinning me to the desk.
“Stay still and take your punishment like I know you can!” she said swinging the belt again. The belt hit me with a loud slap that was terrifying to hear. The intense sting that followed wasn’t any better.
I cried out. “Yes ma’am,” I said taking a deep breath. I gripped the desk hard and focused on breathing. The next eight strokes came five seconds apart. She picked up the tempo after that and I found it harder and harder to stay still. After 25 strokes with the belt she set it down and picked up the paddle again.
This has to be over soon! I thought to myself as she paddled me another 10 times. My breathing was becoming more rapid and shallower. I knew I was approaching the edge of my ability to cope with the intensity. She set down the paddle and picked up the belt again. I knew this spanking wasn’t going to be over anytime soon. After two more stokes of the belt I let go and started crying. She continued to spank me with the belt another 23 times as I continued to cry. I prayed she would have mercy on me, but found out I was sorely mistaken when she picked up the paddle again. I wanted to beg her to stop, but knew my pleas would fall on deaf ears.
“One more round,” Mom said starting to paddle me again.
I nodded and continued to cry. Try as I might to keep count of the strokes, I found it impossible to focus. Towards the end of the last round with the belt my sobbing had changed to quiet cries. Mom set down the belt and released her grip on my back. I didn’t move until Mom pulled me up off the desk. I had never been through that intense of a punishment and never wanted to go through anything like that again. I had stopped crying, but was still shaking.
“Nikki, I may not always like the decisions you make, but you’re my daughter and I love you no matter what.” She took my face in her hands and brushed the tears from my face.
I nodded. “I know,” I said quietly.
“As I said earlier, I won’t forbid you from attending callbacks if you move on, but I want you to really think about it. I want a lot more for you than for you to be a topless dancer on the Strip. I know the money is enticing, but you can do better…and I can help you in the interim if necessary. You just have to ask.”
“Really?”
“Of course. You’ve always been so stubborn and independent. All you need to do is reach out and I can help.”
“Thank you,” I said quietly.
“You’re welcome.” She pulled me close and hugged me for a minute. “I like that you’re strong, but you should never be too strong to not ask for help when you need it.” I nodded. “Get dressed, go to your room and relax for awhile. Think about everything we talked about.”
I nodded and walked to the couch. I quickly put on my bra and tank top, but had to slowly pull on my panties and dance shorts. I winced as the fabric rubbed against my bottom, and I almost starting crying again.
“Thank you,” I said turning around as I reached the door.
“You’re welcome.”
I left the office and walked slowly to my room. Every step hurt. When I reached my room I collapsed into a ball on my bed. I was physically and mentally exhausted.
Just then my cell phone started ringing.
I took a deep breath before answering. “Hello?”
“Yes, Nicole Elizabeth please,” a female voice said.
“This is she.”
“Hi Nicole, my name is Rebecca and I’m the assistant to the casting director for X Burlesque. We’d like to invite you to callbacks on Saturday at 10 AM.”
“Thank you so much! Of course I’ll be there.”
“Great! We look forward to seeing you then. I will email you an information sheet that contains everything you’ll need to know, as well as my phone number if you have any other questions.”
“Perfect, I’ll see you on Saturday.”
“Have a great day.”
“Thank you, you as well.” I waited until I heard the click that Rebecca had hung up.
Great! I thought sighing. I just got a callback for one of the top shows in Vegas. Why am I not happy?
I rolled over and became acutely aware of the pain in my bottom. I winced and slowly got off my bed. I walked to my mirror and pulled down my shorts and panties. My bottom was dark red with several bruises. There was a larger bruise towards the edge of my left cheek from the belt. I sighed, grabbed some arnica gel from my dance bag and slowly rubbed it in.
If my bottom doesn’t heal, my decision is easy. If my bottom heals though, I have a tough decision to make!