That Bluetooth keyboard is getting a workout lately. Recently I had most of an afternoon with nothing to do at work, so I started a new story about a professional wrestler who gets spanked as part of a match and finds she enjoys it. The first part is 4400 words long, and there are only ten swats in it, so I’m not going to give away the spanking. But here’s a short scene from the middle:

The promos were simple: Ivy Venom made Lucy May cry, then she called her a crybaby, and finally she said “if you’re going to cry like a little girl, I’ll put you over my knee and spank you like one!” They’d had to shoot that last one three times because Shannon’s distaste was evident, but they’d finally gotten it on tape the way Kathleen wanted it. 

The night of the show, Lucy and Shannon were the main event. “No one’s going to top you two,” Kathleen said. “Lourdes will team up with Claudette and take on Maddy and Rose.” Lourdes was the GWWA State Champion, and she and Claudette were two-thirds of a face stable. Rose – – Sable Rose was her in-ring name – – had won tag team gold with Maddy in the past, and even though Rose’s character was in the midst of a change, the two women still could put on a show together. 

Shannon’s makeup was done before the fourth match on the card had ended; she was quick at it, having done it for years now. She laced up her boots, adjusted her leotard, and stood in front of the mirror, hands on her hips, one eyebrow raised. 

“You going to drop her?” Maddy asked. She was just coming out of the bathroom area. 

“Yeah. I want to do the new move, but I don’t have a name for it yet, and we haven’t practiced it.” Shannon wasn’t great with naming moves; Drop of Poison had been her oldest brother’s idea. In the run-up to the show, Lucy and Shannon had practiced it in the gym. They’d gone so far as trying out different positions for the spanking at the end of the match, but Shannon had yet to lay a hand on Lucy in that way. The very idea disgusted her. 

“I bet Samantha would let you do it to her again,” Maddy said lightly. “That girl loves you.” 

“What?” 

“I mean,” Maddy clarified, “she looks up to you. If you want to do a squash match, she’ll gladly lie down for you.” 

“She’s a sweet kid,” Shannon said. “But her first match won’t be until the next show, and I’ll still be against Lucy. I promised to drop the belt, remember?” 

Maddy nodded. “I’m sorry you have to do this. I know how much you hate it.” 

“It’s just stupid!” Shannon exploded, turning her back on the mirror. “It’s a stupid relic of a stupid age of wrestling. We’re athletes and performers, not strippers!” 

“Present company excepted,” Maddy said with a grin – – though she didn’t do it anymore, Maddy had put herself through college by taking her clothes off. “I’ve given a spanking or two on stage before. It’s not a big deal. It’ll be over before you know it.” 

But once Maddy was out in the ring, doing her match, Kathleen pulled Shannon aside. “I put a paddle at the announce table,” she said. “After you drop Lucy, go get it.” 

“What? Are you fucking kidding me?” 

“It’ll look better. Trust me.” 

“Kathleen–” 

“Trust. Me.” 

And then the promoter was gone, leaving Shannon to fume quietly in the waiting area. 

Lucy came up to her just as Lourdes and Claudette were being announced as the winners of their match. “No hard feelings,” she said, extending her hand. 

Shannon shook it. “No hard feelings.” 

And then it was time.

Unfortunately, I won’t be able to publish this story on Amazon because the first spanking is technically non-consensual, and Amazon takes a very hard-line stance against that. I could lose my entire back catalog. So this one, when I do publish it, will either be here on the blog or (more likely) on Smashwords, which means it’ll also go to Apple Books, Kobo, B&N, and more. I don’t love publishing on that platform because the files are much harder to create, but I’m going to want you to read this story when it’s done. I gotta do what I gotta do, I suppose.

It’s not unheard of for spankings to happen in pro wrestling. I mean, just search “wrestling spanking” on any image platform and you’ll find plenty, such as this shot of The Big Show spanking Stacy Keibler over his knee:

Fortunately, the major pro wrestling promotions in the US don’t have spanking matches anymore (or, if they do, no one is telling me about them). Women are now seen as athletes and entertainers who can put on just as entertaining of a match as men. I mean, they always could, they just weren’t always allowed to. Especially in the 90s and early 00s, with only a few exceptions, women were T&A — they were put in evening gown matches (where they had to tear evening gowns off each other to reveal lingerie) or other gimmicky matches. Jerry Lawler, when he was commentating, often reduced women in sports entertainment to their various attributes (referring to their breasts as “puppies”). I’m glad we’ve moved past that point as a culture.

Of course that’s not going to stop me from writing fiction about it.

Somewhat related: AI did a pretty good job of generating a logo for the wrestling company our characters are in, the GWWA:

It’s not perfect, but it’s better than I expected.

I’m going to tag this story “gwwa” on the blog so if you want to know more about it as I write it (or think about it) that’s where you’ll want to look.