CINDERELLA (c) DPK 2000. daan.king@wxs.nl In the everyday life of Churchhampton miss Lettie may very well be a respected bachelor lady, but under that surface a whole lot of things happens, which would better not be publicized in the Church Herald. There is for instance that amateur drama company in the neighbouring town Y., which she loyally visits once every week. No one from Churchhampton has ever seen a performance by that company. Which isn't very odd by the way, as it is hard to find real lovers of drama in that village.

The truth is however that miss Lettie's drama company has never done a single public performance and that it will never even consider to do so. The five ladies who constitute the whole of it adhere to very peculiar ideas about the art of drama. Every week one of the ladies is requested to prepare a scene for five persons. That scene will then be played with the help of theatre costumes and improvisation. This in itself may sound innocent enough, but it's nothing of the kind!

As we are all adults here I might as well give you an example. I'll tell you about the most recent "performance" of that so called drama company. And while we're concerned here with drama, we'll act as if we are right there in theaudience.

CINDERELLA

A FAIRY TALE IN ONE ACT

(When the curtains rise we see a poorly dressed young woman on her knees, scrubbing the floor. She's obviously economically diadvantaged, as her thin, grey dress is full of tears and holes through which one can see indecent portions of her bare skin.

From the left an other lady enters. This one is dressed quite differently: a very tight, very red skirt and a blouse of white satin. She walks on tremendously high heels and wears a ridiculously shaped little beret. This is Clotilde, eldest stepsister of Cinderella's. Yes dear readers, you guessed right: Cinderella is the one scrubbing the floor.)

Clotilde:
Haven't you finished yet, you lazy wench! I'm not amazed that your ass grows fatter all the time!

Cinderella:
But I'm working hard, Clotilde, honestly!

Clotilde:
Always trying to dodge, aren't you? Well, you can't fool Clotilde with your bunkum. She sees very clearly through her own eyes, and these eyes happen to see right now a fat wriggling ass. Or are you denying that as well?

Cinderella: But I can't help it, dearest sister. It's the way the Good Lord has shaped me.

Clotilde: Oh that's wonderful! Just put the blame on God! Do you have an idea where this comes from and this? (pinches with both hands Cinderella's poorly covered, but indeed well developed buttocks).

Cinderella: Aw! Aaw! You're hurting me!

Clotilde: Ha. That's a laugh. As if you could possibly feel anything through all those layers of lard. You're posing as usual. I'll give you something you can feel. And this and this! (soundly spanks Cinderella's stuck out bottom)

(From the left a comfortably rounded matron enters. She wears a dress with a wild flowery pattern and an astonishing cleavage. This is Clotilde's mother, the stepmother of Cinderella -fortunately they're only acting, because we definitely wouldn't want to see these kinds of things to happen in a real family -; as you probably know, this is also someone from whom not much good is to be expected. She's casting very disapproving eyes to the little scene.)

Mother: Clotilde my girl! Will you please be so kind as to tell me what you think that you are doing?

Cinderella: Oh mother, help me please! Clotilde's punishing me, but I didn't do anything!

Mother: Shut up, stupid wench! I didn't speak to you, did I? Well, Clotilde?

Clotilde: Please mother, she said it herself just now. She wasn't doing anything. And so I thought she should do something useful, so then eh, I..well.

Mother: Stop being such a disgusting bungler, girl! And look at your mother, when you answer her. The only brains you possess seem to reside between your legs. What did I tell you for about a hundred times? What is the only proper way to spank Cinderella?

Clotilde: Oh yes, I remember. On her bare ass. I'm sorry, mother.

Mother: And what is the reason that she's only to be spanked on her bare bottom?

Clotilde: To save her clothes, mother.

Mother: Right. Obviously you knew it well enough. Consequently I have to conclude that you acted against my wishes with full intent, Clotilde.

Clotilde: Oh no, mother. Please, I honestly didn't! I'm very, very sorry.

Mother: And so you should be. But I'll see to it, that you'll still feel sorry tomorrow. Across the table with you! Fast!

(With a frightened expression Clotilde bends across the heavy wooden kitchen table.)

Mother Lift your skirt! What kind of sluttish underwear is this? Pull it down immediately!

Clotilde: No mother! Please, don't let me do this with Cinderella in the room. I feel so ashamed!

Mother: You should feel shame to wear such indecent garments. These are definitely non-Christian knickers! Now hurry, or do you perhaps need some assistance?

(Clotilde slowly strips off the little, bright red and transparent thing, baring her extremely round and pale derriere in the process. Mother grabs a carpet beater from a nail in the wall. Untill now this beater just hung there in a very decorative way. But in fairy tales every detail somehow has a meaning. There's no place in them for the second use of picturesque, old instruments. Older readers may remember that long ago one used carpet beaters to chastise the bare bottoms of young and sometimes less young girls (so called carpets).)

Mother: I believe, I see a carpet here which needs some beating. (Experimentally makes the elegant implement swish). And while I'm at it, I might beat as well two carpets at the same time. Cinderella! Come here and bend over next to Clotilde. Very good, I don't have to tell you to bare your naughty bottom, do I? I suppose you still remember the last time, don't you?

Cinderella: Yes mother.

Mother But I observe that this naughty chambermaid bottom of yours is as impudent as ever. It very urgently needs treatment. Hm, I can't decide which of these two little popo's here looks guiltier. Ah, I have an idea: I'll spank the bottom which tries hardest to hide. Yes, Clotilde's cheekies act as if they were very, very small! Come on (slap), show us how round you really are! No? That's so silly, my girl. (slap), You know mummy doesn't like little cowards (slap). Now, that's better already! I told you you could do it. That cowardly girl bum of yours now seems to be rounder even than Cinderella's (slap, slap). Good girl, Cinderella: you know how to obey.

(The poor girls not only have to suffer the indignity of being unbared, but have to compete with each other who can stick her round and fleshy butt farthest out. For the audience this is an extremely pleasant circumstance, as it is treated to very thourough inspections of the intrabuttock landscaping details of both C. and C. Is it possible to imagine anything worthier to inspect? Heavens! What we're talking about here aren't semi-bald young maidens, but amply endowed, fully mature women with a considerable wealth of curly undergrowth. Clotilde may possess the more elegant ass, but that fat skin of Cinderella's with these random areas of recent spots all over her pale, curving rear produces such a realistic experience of bare-bottomness that it uncomfortably affects the drama lover's pants. On the other hand we have to admit that Cinderella has been given an unfair advantage, as her indecent bunnies already were pink and red becuase of all that pinching and spanking by Clotilde, while those soft, creamy white hills of Clotilde's had to start from scrape. Fortunately mother doesn't allow unfairness in these matters. She sees to it that Clotilde soon has nothing to complain about. Be that as it may, still Clotilde's way of coloring decidedly has more class than poor Cinderella's. Alas, class always shows! While Clotilde's plump globes blush with an amazingly smooth pink, radiating a mysterious hot glow from within, Cinderella's obscene sluttish arse is mottled with flaming red patches.

Now follows an improvisation of at least 10 minutes duration; both girls get very noisy of course, etc.

From the left Bella, the youngest stepdaughter enters. Obviously she has just left her bed as she's dressed in a pink nightshirt and bedslippers.)

Bella: What is all this bedlam? Can't you let a poor girl sleep?

Mother: Is that how one speaks to one's mother? I can easily find you a place at the table, my dear.

Bella: Oh sweet mother, I didn't mean to be impolite, please. But you know your self that we left the ball terribly late. I only wish I was so strong and healthy as you are, mother!

Mother: Hm. Well, I'll be clement this time.

(The doorbell rings.)

Mother: Look who's there, Bella.

(During two seconds Bella seems to consider to protest that she's still in her bed clothes, but seeing her mother's expression she hurries on her way. Almost immediately she returns.)

Bella: It's the Beautiful Princess! She's standing there right in front of our house! What must we do?

Mother: The Beautiful Princess? The one from the ball? But that's impossible! Please girls, straighten your selves immediately and stop this indecent behaviour. Just imagine what the Princess would think of you! Cinderella disappear now, to the kitchen, quickly! Go and polish the cucumbers and carrots. I'll receive the Princess myself. Brush your hairs, you two!

(Straightening her dress and modeling her hair mother leaves the stage. After a short while she returns with the Princess. Pleasantly surprised we recognize miss Lettie. Her loose black hair is crowned with a large white hat and besides of that she's dressed in a tomato red riding jacket and very tight, white breeches. Her crotch stretches around a considerable lump as if she's hiding a huge, tasty carrot there for her mount. And of course she wears extremely high heeled boots.

To be continued

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