Halloween at the Circus

by Tarabeth


I had been unceremoniously unharnessed and dragged to our trailer. Once inside my rehearsal tights and jockstrap were pulled below my knees, and I was draped over his lap. He began spanking, and I began pleading and making excuses. "Owe, owe, owe...Sergei...please stop," I pleaded. Yet it didn't seem to do any good as the swats continued to fall. "But Sergei I'm an aerialist in the circus!" Sergei didn't seem to be buying any of it; he picked up the paddle.

"Bungee jumping for apples does not fall under normal American Halloween activities even for an 'aerialist in the circus!'"

~ Tarabeth

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