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A Talent for Nothing
(****, M/F, Serious, implied discpline)
A girl with no skills discovers she has an unusual one. (Approximately 948 words. Originally published 2004-07.)
"So, what are you good at?" asked the woman at the employment agency.
Brenda thought for a moment. She'd barely graduated, escaping with C's and D's, so she definitely didn't want anything even remotely academic. She'd tried waitressing twice -- and got fired her first day on the job both times. She was clumsy and had trouble remembering orders under time pressure. Her lack of math skills meant retail wasn't an option: she'd once given a customer forty-three dollars in change for a twenty dollar payment!
"I don't know," she sighed. "Nothing, really."
The woman laughed. "Come on, you must be good at something!"
"Can you sing?"
"Can you drive?"
Brenda blushed and shook her head. "Not exactly. My, uh, license is suspended."
"Oh. Well, do you like animals?"
"I'm allergic to both cats and dogs."
"What do you like to do in your spare time?"
"Watch TV, hang out with my friends, shop."
"Ah, maybe you could be a personal shopper?"
"Really?" Brenda felt hope surge through her. "What's that?"
"It's where you do the shopping for an executive who's too busy to do it themselves. It requires someone who's responsible and dedicated and has a good memory."
Oh. Reluctantly, Brenda told her about the waitressing job where she kept mixing up orders. "I think I must be dyslexic or something."
The woman kept trying, determined despite Brenda shooting down every idea she had. The longer this went on, the more the woman began to sweat. "There must be something," she kept muttering, but Brenda had no idea what to tell her.
"Come on, what did you do in school? You must have excelled at something."
"Not really," said Brenda glumly. Then she giggled. "I was good at being spanked!"
The woman looked up, astonished.
"I got in trouble a lot," Brenda explained. "It was a private school and corporal punishment was frequently applied."
"You were spanked at school!"
"Oh yeah, all the time. It was a very strict place. The headmaster and I became quite familiar with each other. I was in his office at least two or three times a week."
The woman was stunned. "He would paddle you?"
"The paddle, the leather strap, or the cane. Sometimes he'd just take me over his knee and spank me with his hand. It depended on what I'd done."
"Didn't it hurt?"
"Well of course. That's what spankings are supposed to do, aren't they?"
"Well, yeah, but... This went on during all four years of high school?"
"Oh yeah. When I turned 18 during my senior year the headmaster was going to stop because legally I was an adult, but I signed a paper so he could continue to spank me."
"Wait a second... you could have gotten out of spankings but you signed a paper permitting them to _continue_?"
Brenda nodded. "I didn't want my friends to think I was getting special treatment. I turned 18 in November, long before most of the girls. They were still subject to spankings so it would have been unfair I wasn't."
The woman's eyes gleamed. "So you were willing to be spanked. The spankings didn't bother you that much."
"I don't know if I'd say that. They sure hurt, especially the cane! Damn that cane really hurt. But even a caning was overly pretty quickly. Three or four minutes of horrible pain and then it was over. That was preferable to detention or grounding."
"Hold everything! You had a _choice_?"
"Sure, you would choose the form of punishment you preferred. Some girls would choose to write lines or essays or detention or clean bathrooms or something. I hated all those things. Spankings seemed much easier to me."
Brenda was puzzled. "I don't understand. What does this have to do with me getting a job? Are you worried I was a bad girl? That wasn't true, I wasn't that bad. I mean, most of my punishments were for minor things like chewing gum in class, having a messy locker, forgetting to do homework -- that was a big one -- being rude to teachers, which wasn't really my fault--"
The woman held up her hand, cutting Brenda off. "I think I may have the perfect job for you."
"If you're not opposed to getting your bottom warmed."
"Are you aware that there are companies who will pay to spank you?"
Brenda gasped. "What!"
"Oh sure, it's a big industry. They film you being spanked and perverted people all over the planet buy the videos for big bucks. If you really don't mind being spanked you could make a lot of money."
"You mean, I'd be like, an actress?"
"Something like that."
"Wow! That'd be really cool."
"So you're interested?"
"Am I! Sign me up!"
"Really? You're sure?"
"How much do I get paid for a spanking?"
"I don't know... it depends. Some companies pay a thousand dollars for one session."
"A thousand--" Brenda was too astonished to speak. "My God, in high school I could have been making like five grand a month!"
The woman frowned. "I think your math is a little off there. Didn't you say you got spanked two or three times a week? That'd be more like eight to twelve thousand a month."
"Oh my God!"
"Of course, you probably wouldn't make that much to begin with. But I bet we could get you two or three thousand a month for five or six days of work."
"And my work would be being spanked?" Brenda giggled. "I had no idea! All that time in high school, I really was preparing for the workforce!"