The Twilight Zone: "The DOM Wish"
This highway leads to the shadowy tip of reality; you’re on a
through route to the land of the different, the bizarre, the unexplainable…Go
as far as you like on this road. Its limits are only those of
the mind itself. Ladies and gentlemen, you’re entering the wondrous
dimension of the imagination. Next stop- THE TWILIGHT ZONE. {Camera pans down from the star lit sky} We are looking at a large room filled with people. Most of the
women are oddly dressed. Some are wearing schoolgirl uniforms,
others are dressed in short leather skirts. Still others are wearing
cheerleader uniforms. A couple of ladies are dressed as nurses,
and there is even a lady dressed in nothing but a pair of drop
seat pajamas. We see many men too. They are also dressed oddly.
Some are wearing leather pants. Others are dressed up like they
are at work, wearing a business suit. Still others are wearing
uniforms. One such man is dressed like a cop. Another is dressed
like a schoolmaster from 19th century England. The camera finally stops at a man who certainly
might stand out at such an affair. He is a middle aged balding
man. He is rather short, standing not much taller than 5 feet.
He is a bit overweight, and not very good looking either. His
voice is higher than most males, and his face, despite his years,
is rather young looking. He is walking around the room, and we
can see that this is a social gathering that he is attending.
He walks over to another gentleman and starts a conversation.
The other man’s name is Carl. Carl is rather tall and intimidating
looking. Despite their different appearances, one can see that
these two men are friends. They begin to converse. Man: Hi Carl. How’s it going tonight? This is going to be some
party, eh? Carl: Yes I’m glad we were both able to get away to attend this
year’s event. I’ve heard that it is going to be the biggest and
best one ever. Man: Yeah, what would us spanko’s do if not for Paddle Pain. Each
year they throw their annual Paddle Pain party right here in Palm
Springs. (The man sighs and we can see how sad he is) Carl, each year I come here hoping to meet that very special lady,
and each year I have no luck, but this year will be different
for me. I can feel it. Carl: Well, I wish you luck, Preston. (Carl’s face takes on a huge smile as he sees a pretty lady entering
the room) Ah, there is my girl Preston. I’ve got to go. Good luck tonight.
Just remember not to rush things. This party lasts all weekend.
Good luck my friend. (Carl walks away and we see Preston standing by himself. He then
spots a very attractive lady standing across the room from him.
She is wearing a schoolgirl uniform. He takes a deep breath and
walks over to her. Preston: Hello there. So, I can tell that you’ve been one naughty
schoolgirl. I think perhaps you and I should discuss your transgression
in that room over there. (Preston points to a room that apparently is used for private "talks,"
between partygoers.) Woman: Oh get lost creep!! Preston: OK, perhaps another time then? Woman: Don’t hold your breath. Preston sighs again and looks around the room. He spots a woman
wearing a very short leather skirt. He thinks to himself, "Ah,
that’s more my kind of lady. I should have known to stay away
from those childish schoolgirl types. I’ll just dazzle her with
my self-confidence and she’ll be over my lap before she knows
what hit her." Preston struts over to the lady. Preston: Hi there. Is this your first Paddle Pain party? If you
want to start it off with a truly dominant gentleman, then might
I suggest (the woman cuts him off in mid sentence) Woman: Why don’t you make like a tree and leave peewee!!! If my
DOM comes back, he’s most likely to pick you up by your feet and
use your head for jackhammer. Preston: Oh, sorry lady. Didn’t know that you came here with someone.
Preston walks away, his eyes now looking down toward the floor.
As he walks, he is not looking where he is going and he trips
right over a straight back chair, which has a paddle on it. The
entire group of people now start to laugh at him. He clumsily
gets to his feet, as we hear the narrator speak. Submitted for your approval, one Mr. Preston Samuals. Mr. Samuals
has all the dominant personality of a sea slug, but in just a
moment, Mr. Samuals is going to find his dominant side. Mr. Preston
Samuals, getting to his feet, and walking toward the forceful
side, of the Twilight Zone. {Camera pans down and we see Mr. Samual’s in his hotel room. He
is on the phone with Carl} Preston: No Carl, I had no luck. As usual, I had just the opposite
of luck. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. Is it my opening line?
I mean, those ladies never take me seriously. Carl: Well, you know Preston, perhaps being a DOM is not what
you are cut out to be. I do give you credit for trying and not
giving up. How long have you been going to Paddle Pain parties?
Eight years, eh? That’s a long time. And you’ve never found a
spanking partner in all that time? Preston: I’ve just been in a slump Carl. I’ll snap out of it.
I know I will. Preston says goodbye and hangs up the phone. He lies down on his
bed and looks up at the ceiling. Preston: How I wish the ladies would take me seriously. I’m so
sick and tired of them laughing at me. I am a good spanker. I
know I could please them. What I wouldn’t give to have the ladies
find me irresistible. I’d give anything I had, if only that could
be so. Preston now raises his voice and yells toward the ceiling: You hear me up there!!! I’d give anything!!! Preston stops yelling and sigh again. "What’s the use? I’ll always
be a laughing stock in this community." At that moment, there
is a very bright flash in the room, and a neatly dressed gentleman
appears. He is sitting in a chair opposite Preston’s bed. Preston
looks startled and a big shaken up. Preston: Where did you come from? I didn’t see you come in. Man: Well, you see me now, don’t you? Preston: Yes, I see you now, but you didn’t answer my question.
Where did you come from and how did you get in here? Man: Oh, I’ve been here for some time now. And I’ve been listening
to your wallowing in self-pity. You know, things could be different
for you. Preston: Self-pity? You think that’s all it is? Do you have any
idea how long I’ve been coming here and trying to meet someone.
Someone who will love me and be my soul mate. A lady who will
submit to me because she can see that I’m her true Dom. (Preston sits up in his bed and looks at the man in the chair)
You said that things could be different for me. How do you mean
that? Man: Well, lets face facts, you are a very poor Dom, Mr. Samuals.
By different, I mean, how would you like it if every lady you
met wanted nothing more than to climb over your lap. They wouldn’t
be able to say no to you. In fact, they would do most anything
just to be with you. They would all long to be spanked by you.
They would salivate just at the thought of you dominating them.
This wouldn’t be called the Paddle Pain party any longer, but
the Preston Samuals Party. (The man now grins and his voice grows even more enthused) Why just imagine the possibilities. No more lonely nights. No
more tripping over chairs. No more having women laugh at you,
or sic their Doms at you for the mere annoyance they feel when
you simply speak to them. Preston: Yeah, that would be nice, but this is just fantasy talk.
Nobody can change things for me. Man: Preston, I can make all of what I’ve said reality for you.
All you have to do is tell me you wish for me to do this. Preston: And just how would you make this happen? Man: You just leave that to me. If you are not completely satisfied,
then things will be as they still are. In other words, you lose
nothing, right? Preston: True. By the way, you haven’t told me your name. What
is it? Man: What’s in a name, Mr. Samuals? For the sake of semantics,
you can call me. Mr. Caretaker. Preston: OK Mr. Caretaker. I will play along with your little
game, but I wasn’t born yesterday. Nowadays, nothing is for free.
Why don’t you level with me and tell me what the catch is? What
do you want? Man: What do I want? Mr. Preston, you cut me to the quick. You
have such an untrusting nature. When you hear what I want, you’ll
see how wrong you’ve been about me. Preston: So, spit it out and tell me. Man: What I want is something so insignificant you will laugh
when I tell you. Preston: (Voice now dripping with sarcasm) Make me laugh Mr. Caretaker. I could use a good laugh. Man: What I require is a very small part of you. It’s something
that you really can’t feel or see yourself. It’s simply a small
part of your being, is all. Preston: (Anger now apparent in his voice) Just tell me what it is!!! Man: It’s a soul. Preston: (Now smiling) You’re the devil Man: (smiling back) At your service Preston: And you are saying that if I agree to this, nothing bad
will come to me? I won’t feel my soul missing? Man: You’ll never know it’s gone Preston: Um, for how long will the ladies find me irresistible? Man: For the rest of your life. Preston: You must think I’m an idiot. How do I know that you won’t
arrange to have me hit by a car the minute I leave the hotel room?
Man: You drive a hard bargain, Mr. Samuals. A very hard bargain.
But just to show you that I am an agreeable chap, I’ll make you
this guarantee. You will be safe from all accidents and illnesses.
In other words, you’ll live as long as you’d like to live. Preston: (standing up and walking toward Mr. Caretaker) You mean, I could live forever? Man: Sure forever!! Why not forever!! I mean, what is a thousand
years or ten thousand in the scheme of things? Preston: Mr. Caretaker, I think we are close to making a deal
here. Man: (reaches into his jacket pocket and takes out a large piece of
paper) Now, all you have to do is sign this little contract. Preston: Ah, I knew there was a catch here. Good day Mr. Caretaker. Man: Preston, I assure you, this is no catch. In fact, it’s something
for your benefit. All this contract says is, if for any reason
you care to terminate our agreement at any time for any reason,
you can exercise this escape clause by calling on me, at which
time, I will appear to arrange your, er, how shall we say, quick
and painless departure. Preston: (Takes pen from Mr.Caretaker and signs the document) Mr. Caretaker. All I can say is, you will have a very long wait. Man: Nothing would please me more, Mr. Samuals. Mr. Caretaker takes out a rubber ink stamp and stamps the words
"Binding Agreement" across the face of the document. He then hands
it to Mr. Samuals. Caretaker starts to laugh with demonic glee.
There is a bright flash in the room and when the smoke clears,
Mr. Caretaker is gone, leaving Mr. Samuals alone, just holding
the contract. The camera then fades to black. The camera fades back in and we see Mr. Samuals on the phone with
room service. Preston: Hello room service? Yes, bring me up some breakfast.
I’d like two eggs over easy, hash brown potatoes, and a large
cup of coffee. Thanks. There is a knock on the door. Preston shouts, "come in," and a
very attractive lady opens the door and wheels in his breakfast. Preston: Thanks. That was very quick. He picks up the coffee and
takes a sip. Woman: (Walks over to Preston and stands close to him) Sir, it wasn’t fast enough, and I know that. Would you please
take me over your lap and punish me. Preston: (Spitting up coffee all over himself) Excuse me lady. What did you just say? Woman: Well sir, I know it was very naughty to keep you waiting.
I am asking, no, I am begging you to please spank my bare bottom.
Please!!! Preston: (Smiling and very aroused at the thought of spanking such a beautiful
lady) Why yes, of course I’ll spank you. Um, you don’t happen to have
any jealous boyfriends or anything like that, do you? Woman: No. I only want you. Preston: (Grinning from ear to ear) Well, then, get over my knee. The woman lies across his knee and Preston immediately lifts her
short hotel uniform out of the way, and pulls down her panties,
revealing a delicious pair of bottom cheeks that are firm and
round. Preston begins to spank her and with each spank, we hear
her squeal with delight. The camera pans to the window as we can
hear the spanking which finally winds down to the two of them
moaning and groaning with passion. When the camera returns, we see Preston giving the lady a good
swat to her now skirted bottom, as she rushes out the door. Woman: That was great lover!!! I have to get back to work, but
I’ll see you later tonight. You will want to see me again, won’t
you? I’d just die if you say no. Tell me you want to spank me
again. Woman: See you later you wonderful hunk of DOM man. Preston looks at himself in the mirror and flexes his muscles.
"You are a man’s man," he says to the mirror. He quickly dresses
and heads back to the main play room. Upon his arrival all the
women there rush over to greet him. The next scene, we see Preston
sitting on a straight back chair, with a lady over his lap. There
is a long line of women standing there, apparently waiting for
their turn to be spanked. All the other men are standing together,
none of them are smiling. Carl is speaking to one of those men. Carl: I don’t get this. What is going on? Man: I don’t know, but this sucks. What do they see in him anyway? Carl: Beats me, no pun intended. Just yesterday, Preston would
have been turned down by a 4 foot tall, 500 pound submissive hippo.
I don’t get it. I mean, I happen to like large ladies, but nobody
wanted to play with him. Man: Well, next year if he comes to this party, I am staying home.
No need for me to stand here while he gets all the action. Carl: You and me both, friend. The camera pans over to Preston, who is still spanking someone.
We see his face is now strained and he is sweating bullets. He
doesn’t look all that happy. Preston: Ok ladies, I’m exhausted. Perhaps we can do this again,
next year . All the women give a collective groan as they beg him for more.
Preston, unable to get the women to back off, finally runs out
of the room, with about 20 ladies in hot pursuit. The next scene, we see Preston at work. He is sitting at his desk.
The phone rings and he picks it up and then hangs it down, without
ever asking who was calling. His boss then calls him into his
office. Preston sighs and slowly walks into his bosses office. Preston: You want to see me, Mr. Weltington? Weltington: Yes, I most certainly do, Mr. Samuals. I have asked
you to stop all of these personal calls from coming into the office,
as this has been ongoing for 3 months now. Now, I do not judge
what a person does behind closed doors, but I cannot run a business
when every female employee here only wants you to spank them.
Preston: Let me explain sir, I… Weltington: Shut up Preston! Just leave, and I do mean now!! You’re
fired! Preston slowly leaves his bosses office, takes a few items off
his desk, and walks out the door, followed by about 20 of his
female coworkers. The next scene, we see Preston sitting alone
in his room. "What has happened to me? I have no job. I have no
wife, because no wife would understand every woman wanting to
climb over my lap. My arm is hurting me from doing nothing but
spanking all day long. I can’t stand this. Whoever thought I’d
get bored with spanking women all day? I can’t live this way.
I just can’t! The phone then rings and it’s another lady. "Hi,
I’ve been a very naughty girl and…" He hangs up the phone. At
that moment, there is a bright flash in the room and we see Mr.
Caretaker. Mr. Caretaker: Mr. Samuals, do you wish to see me? Preston: Why yes, how did you know? Mr. Caretaker: It’s my job to know. Preston: I never thought I’d say this, but if I have to spank
one more lady, I’m going to go out of my mind. Mr. Caretaker: Well, I thought that was what you wanted. Preston: So did I. But I was wrong. Look, can’t you help me. Mr. Caretaker: Well, there is always your escape clause. Preston: There is no other way? Mr. Caretaker: No, I’m afraid not. At that moment, the phone begins to ring. Mr. Caretaker: Aren’t you going to answer it? Preston: No. It’s just another lady who will want me to spank
her. Preston shouts now, his anger and frustration rising. SPANKING
SPANKING AND MORE SPANKING!! I WISH I’D NEVER HEARD OF BLASTED
SPANKING!!! Mr. Caretaker: (Holds up contract) Do you wish to exercise our escape clause? Preston: I can’t go on this way. I just can’t. (Preston just nods at Caretaker) Mr. Caretaker: Funny thing Mr. Samuals, but you look like a man
having a heart attack. Jut like a man having a heart attack. With that said, Preston grabs his chest and falls down dead. Mr.
Caretaker laughs again and the camera pans up toward the stars.
The narrator speaks. For as long as there has been mankind, there have been wishes
made, yet wishes that have gone unfulfilled. Perhaps that is as
it should be. There is an old saying that goes, "Don’t wish for
something, because you just might get it." Mr. Preston Samuals
found out that such an adage was true, both in and out, of the
Twilight Zone.
Preston: Sure, you know I do.
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