Help Wanted

[rollhead]

Reply to: job-105849781@craigslist.org
Date: 2005-10-22, 10:00AM EDT


Looking for writer for adult website that specializes in erotic spanking stories

Gay and Straight writers wanted.

Pays $50/story approx 500-700 words

Graphic as you want to be.

Can include video/book reviews as well as stories.

Based in Manhattan but writer can be anywhere as long as you're good.

Please send sample.
Job location is Manhattan

Compensation: $50/story

Telecommuting is ok.

This is a part-time job.

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[Monte Smith]

Interesting. Do they have to be sexy, or is hilarious okay?

[rollhead]

Don't know. I just found it on Craig's List.

First job for Spanking Editor I have ever seen.

[John L]

If the story alone costs $50, I can imagine what the spank scale must look like.

[Monte Smith]

$50 a story isn't bad, considering the ease with which one (and I'm not saying "me") could come up with new and innovative spank themes. The only downside I can think of is how depressing it would be to write this kind of stuff day in and day out. What would that say about me? Oops! I mean what would that say about one?

[blawless]

Fifty bucks, eh?

Gus Gets Spanked
My pal Buzz and I were in the garage with a box of nails he found at the construction site near his house. We were seeing how far we could stick them in to the lawn mower tires. “Shit, man, you’re hitting metal there!” I couldn’t find a hammer but I had some rake handles and Buzz and I started pounding the nails on both sides.

I heard the crunch of my dad’s car coming up the driveway. It seemed like immediately he was standing in front of us, looking at the damage. “What in the sam hell are you boys doing?!” He pulled my shoulder hard and I was on my feet in an instant. I never realized how strong he was, but I should have, because he was an ex-marine, as he reminded me and my sister and my mom constantly. “Gus! GET IN YOUR ROOM!” Buzz looked scared—he’d never seen my dad so angry. He backed away and then took off like a squirrelly rabbit as I went in the kitchen door.

In a few minutes my dad was standing in my doorway. “Gus, that was a very stupid thing to do,” he said, speaking softly but frowning super hard. “You know what this means.” I knew only too well. He started to unbuckle his belt and I turned away, noticing for the first time the tiny dust strands in the screen of my window. They looked like Buzz’s eyelashes. Buzz was an albino.

My dad cleared his throat. “We’re both getting too old for this routine, son.” There were tears in his eyes. I could see his tears, because he was crying.

* * *
It hurt a little, but not a lot. While it was happening I was thinking about Buzz and the big lot behind his house where they were building a retirement community. It was the fifth in our neighborhood in as many months. Buzz’s uncle died last year. Or it was his aunt—with everything that had happened that year, not to mention this year, I just wasn’t sure any more. As my dad was swinging away, and I was wobbling on his knees, I was making little moaning sounds like I made when I was small. The sound of the belt seemed far in the distance. But my moaning sounds were very near—just a couple of yards away, if that. In my head I started singing. This was because it dawned on me that my little noises sounded like “Do You Know the Way to San Jose,” which was a big hit for the singer and beautiful lady Dionne Warwick many years before.

Later, I was on my bed, watching a rerun of “Eight is Enough.” Pippin was purring next to me. In the show, Nicholas fell off his bike and a little girl was laughing at him. The scene shifted, to where Mary announced at the dinner table that she was thinking about becoming a gynecologist. There were looks of horror and an eruption on the laugh track, and someone covered Nicholas’s ears. I had heard the word gynecologist before but I didn’t know what it meant. I thought Mary was studying to be a doctor.

I began thinking more about Buzz and my old job at the video store. Buzz was still there. He didn’t get caught, but he wasn’t the one to turn me in to Mrs. Chatovorty, our manager, either. It had been six months since I was let go for shoplifting and selling weed during store hours. And—I started to count—four years since I had left college. I missed Mrs. Chatovorty, and Denise, who I had had a crush on no doubt because of her big hooters, and also Slim Jim, who worked evenings and knew the world about movies—and about life. “Gus,” Slim would say to me, “don’t you remember that the prewatched DVDs go over there, on the sale table? That’s how people will know they’re for sale, dude!” My years of school, many of them, had not yet initiated me into the important insights that Slim inculcated in me during our intensive time together. In all, he was an impressive influence.

The sitcom, which I think was what “Eight is Enough” could be considered—I dimly remembered an argument on this subject I had had with my media studies professor at college, a conversation that ended with his pushing me and calling me an imbecile—was over. Pippin was asleep at my side. I looked down and for a moment was startled that I wasn’t wearing any pants, just my tighty whiteys. That’s right, I realized—I always took them off when I watched TV in the afternoon. Soon, I will put them on, I said to myself. But not just yet. Because I had more I needed to think about before “Silver Spoons” came on. And after that, “Who’s the Boss,” with Tony Danza, who Buzz and I thought Mrs. Chatovorty kind of looked like.

The End


Erotic gold, huh? Ka-ching!

[Monte Smith]

Wow. I like how you veered off from any possible point you could be making and never looked back. Nice work.

[Enforcer]

That's great, blaw.

[blawless]

Hey, times are tough, Larry. For 50 bucks I'd blow a hamster.

[Enforcer]

Originally Posted by blawless

Hey, times are tough, Larry. For 50 bucks I'd blow a hamster.

But your work stands out here, which is saying something, blaw. You could scour 6th grade classrooms all the way from Raleigh, NC to Durham, NC and not assemble the roster of talent we have here. These cats write about subjects that run the gamut, from "What are you listening to now?" to "What are you listening to now? Part 4 with a vengeance." Competition is fierce. Swimming with sharks and what not.

[blawless]

Still, I wouldn't want my cat to swim with a shark, much less multiple sharks. At least not by herself! To make it a fairer competition I'd probably tag-team her with a bear.

[jazzy mary]

blawless, you are a freakin' genius. I really mean that. Fantastic!

[blawless]

Thanks, Jazzy, but I'm certainly no genius. Just your garden-variety guy with scabies who's in serious need of a breath mint.

[Surfer]

Blawless, I got a good title for your next incursion into the genre of Spank Lit:

This Flogged Flesh



Go get 'em ace!

[rollhead]

I wonder if the "spanking editor" and the "spanking the monkey editor" preside over different sections of the magazine?

Would the "spanking editor" report to the "spanking the monkey editor"?

[blawless]

Blawless, I got a good title for your next incursion into the genre of Spank Lit:

This Flogged Flesh



Go get 'em ace!

Surfer, I think you're trying to bait me! And call me an ace!

[John L]

Originally Posted by rollhead

I wonder if the "spanking editor" and the "spanking the monkey editor" preside over different sections of the magazine?

Would the "spanking editor" report to the "spanking the monkey editor"?

I think that they work on opposite sides from each other.

[Surfer]

Originally Posted by blawless

Surfer, I think you're trying to bait me! And call me an ace!

I got Lee Cobb on the line here, he really wants the part of Gus' Dad in "Gus Gets Spanked."

I think you've got a winner here, slugger!

[letchhausen]

Since Judith Miller's free from her "entanglements" with the Times perhaps this is right up her alley, so to speak.........

[rollhead]

Originally Posted by letchhausen

Since Judith Miller's free from her "entanglements" with the Times perhaps this is right up her alley, so to speak.........

She is probably looking to assume a challenging new position.

[rollhead]

Originally Posted by John L

I think that they work on opposite sides from each other.

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