The Twilight Zone Camera pans down and we see a man standing in a room. The room
has all kinds of kinky furnishings. We see a spanking bench, a
straight back chair with a paddle on it, as well as numerous "toys"
hanging on the walls. The room is dimly lit. The man walks over
to a lady who is sitting in a chair and he speaks to her. Man: Excuse me, Miss. What is this place? Why did they take me here? Woman: This is just one of many places a person can go to um, well you
know , play with others who enjoy this kind of play. In fact,
a new law that just passed made the act of vanilla sex illegal.
So, people who up until today have only had vanilla sex, are sent
to us and we teach them how to be kinky. That’s why you are here. The camera tilts to the side, creating an angle of confusion that
mirrors the man’s expression. The viewer can see he is sweating
a little. Beads of perspiration appear on his forehead. He swallows
his saliva hard. He looks very thirsty and disoriented. Man: Yes, that’s the reason I am here. Woman: Well, you are very fortunate sir that they took you here. Others
weren’t given this opportunity to confirm to the new normal state
of sexual depravity. Man: <Looks down at the floor with an expression of unhappiness> So this is the form of sexual function that the state has deemed
we must all follow? How about that? How about that? The man laughs a nervous laugh and then looks around again. He
walks over to a rack holding some kinky "toys" and picks up a
riding crop. He holds it in his right hand, and gently taps it
against the palm of his left hand. At this point, we here the
moderator speak. Submitted for your approval, one Mr. Kenneth Smith. Mr. Smith
has just stepped into a room, unlike any room he has ever seen.
Call it a purgatory. A stop on the way to the gallous pole. The
time is the future. The place could be anywhere, USA. Mr. Kenneth
Smith, occupying a very special room, which just happens to be
found in the Twilight Zone. The camera pans the room and we see the Mr. Smith talking to the
woman, who is now seated behind a desk. Mr. Smith: This is just incredible. I remember now what happened. I was making
love to my wife, and these <Mr. Smith’s voice now strains, the anger and frustration he feels
is now evident> these watchdogs that are a part of the new state brought me here.
Said that I had to learn to treat my woman right. I’ve been alive
for 35 years, but I’ve got to admit, I’ve never seen a room quite
like this one. Woman: <Laughing, but with a kind facial expression that communicates
a feeling of sympathy> Mr. Smith, you are not the first person whom the state has sent
to this room. In fact, we’ve had 1000’s like you over the past
few months. They all come to this room nervous, wondering what
will happen to them. < Her expression now takes on a more serious tone> But we give them the opportunity to conform. We show you the ropes,
if you’ll pardon the pun, and then it’s up to them. Some of them
can be saved from the wrath of the state, while others hold fast
to their vanilla beliefs. Mr. Smith: Listen, why do we have to conform? Who is the state to dictate
to us how we should act in our own bedrooms? Does the state truly
think that people will just let them invade their homes and….. The woman now interrupts him in mid sentence, her voice loud with
rage Woman: THE STATE DOES AS THE STATE WANTS!!! You are alive because the
state has had mercy on you. We will show you the many joys of
having a kinky relationship. In the past too many men and women
have cheated on their spouses, because their sexual lives were
turned into a boring chore, because of a limited sexual appetite.
This causes the cheated on spouse to become unable to function
and be of no use to the state. So, the state has to step in and
make changes for the better. You will learn much here today, Mr.
Smith. But in the end, your life will depend on whether or not
you choose to take what you have been shown, right here in this
room, and embrace it. Make it a part of who you are. Man: This thing I am holding in my hand, it <woman cuts him off in mid sentence> Woman: It’s not a "thing," Mr. Smith. That is a riding crop. It is used
on the backsides of women who displease their men. <The woman claps her hands and a very pretty blonde haired lady
walks over to where they are standing> This is Linda. She has been late to work for the past few weeks,
and despite warnings, she has continued to be tardy. I shall demonstrate
on her, how effective the riding crop can be. Mr. Smith: But won’t that hurt her? Why hurt her? This is not right. Woman: Mr. Smith, I advise that you talk a lot less and simply pay attention
to what you are being shown here. Linda, I want you to lean over
this chair and get your bottom high up in the air. Oh, and don’t
forget to take your skirt up before bending over. I will remove
your panties once you are in position. Mr. Smith watches as Linda complies with the instructions. She
takes the straight back chair and moves it into the middle of
the room. She slowly raises her skirt and then bends over the
back of the chair, holding on to the chairs legs for support.
The woman walks over to the young lady and places her fingers
in the waistband of her panties. Mr. Smith can see that the woman
has a huge smile on her face. She slowly peels the thin cotton
panties down, exposing Linda’s bare bottom. Mr. Smith can’t help
but feel sorry for her, but he notices that he is also feeling
very aroused. Woman: <Pats Linda’s fanny a few times with the crop> Girl, you are going to learn a lesson now. <The woman swings the crop back and brings it forward with a quick
motion of her arm. The crop explodes against the young girls backside,
and immediately, the girl cries out. The woman ignores her cries
and gives her a dozen strokes with the crop> I hope you are learning a lesson, Linda. You WILL not be tardy
anymore, will you? Linda: <crying softly> No ma’am, I will be a good girl. I’m sorry. Woman: Well, just to be sure that you can follow instructions, you will
remain in this position while Mr. Smith punishes you too. Mr. Smith cannot hide the fact that he has never been this sexually
excited in his life. He takes the crop from the woman and steps
behind Linda. Woman: Ok Mr. Smith. I want you to spank her hard with it. You are not
to stop until I tell you that it’s OK. How you perform here will
go a long way in determining whether or not the state will accept
you as being reformed. I hope you can will appreciate the importance
of this chance you are getting. Mr. Smith: I do appreciate it. I will do my best. <Mr. Smith raises the crop and brings it down hard on Linda’s bottom.
He spanks her fast and hard and in no time at all, she is crying
like a baby. Mr. Smith spanks her over and over again, his hard
on becoming painful against the inside of his zipper. As Mr. Smith
brings the crop up again, he is unable to bring it back down.
He then notices that the woman has grabbed hold of his wrist and
is not letting him spank her anymore. Woman: Ok Ok….enough!! I told you to stop ten times. You don’t want to
over do it, now do you? <The woman looks at Mr. Smith as she licks her lips> I mean, save some of that for me, why don’t you? The two of them laugh for a little while. Mr. Smith still holding
the riding crop and wondering how he ever lived a vanilla lifestyle.
His eyes lock with the woman’s. She was obviously very turned
on by watching him spank Linda. The two of them embrace and fall
to the floor, with Mr. Smith saying to her over and over again,
"I can’t believe how good I feel…I can’t believe how good I feel."
As Mr. Smith repeats that line, we fade to darkness for a moment,
then fade back to find Mr. Smith lying down on a cot in a jail
cell. He has just awakened from his slumbers. Mr. Smith looks up and sees an officer of the state standing over
him. He places handcuff around Mr. Smith and pulls him to his
feet. The officer speaks to him. Officer: Your last appeal has been denied and the execution will proceed.
You have been found guilty of sexual depravity, and in our vanilla
society, such behavior carries a death sentence. The officer leads Mr. Smith out of his jail cell and walks him
down to a room containing an electric chair. The two men enter
the room, and the door is closed. The camera slowly pans in toward
the gray steel door as we hear the moderator speak. Mr. Kenneth Smith, now condemned to die because he didn’t fit
the states definition of "normal." Whether that definition be
of kinky or vanilla, any state that tries to dictate a person’s
sexual preferecnces, or punish someone for having sexual needs
that are different than most, that state is not "normal." You
can look that up in the dictionary, under kinky, or vanilla. Tonight’s
tale of depravity and definitions in the Twilight Zone. Camera fades to black © js@smilingwithteeth.com "Otkforu" not to be reposted without permission
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