From: misslilyo@aol.com (MissLilyO)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.spanking
Subject: The Glass Slippers -The *REAL* Story
Date: 6 Aug 1995 17:28:24 -0400

Disinformation--the bane of modern reporting....this story will clear up
long-standing inaccuracies about Cinderella.  If you can't handle
historical clarification, or M/F nc spanking, skip this one.  Love,  Lily!
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THE GLASS SLIPPERS (The REAL Story!)

Pssst.  Here.  You're that reporter, Toes, right?  Let me see
your press card.  Okay, it looks legit to me.  Let's go inside.
No, I want to sit with my back to the wall if you don't mind.  I
think I'm being followed.  My name?  My name is not important.
If you're half the reporter I think you are, you'll see that in
a few minutes.  I saw your piece on the President's wife.  Good
writing.   What's important is the story I have to tell. For now
you can call me Deep Moat.

You want a drink or something?  No?  Well, do you mind if I have
something to wet my whistle?  I, I don't have any change on
me...  Oh, sure.  Thanks, you're a pal.

Don't pressure me!  I have to tell this my own way.  Let me
start at the beginning.  I mean, you've been around the
Washington scene, so you know better than anybody the value of
image-makers.  These guys take the concept of making a silk
purse out of a sow's ear to an artform, right?  Well, I'm here
to tell you that nobody understood the image game any better
than this scheming little chick.  Everybody thinks of her as the
sweetest of sweethearts, the darling of the dance floor, the
maven of maidenhood.  Crap, they've even got a castle named for
her!

You don't know who I mean?  How dense do you have to be, anyway?
Okay, lean closer.  Cinderella Goldblum.  What?  Criminy, do I
have to spell everything out for you, too?  G-o-l-d-b-l-u-m.
Yeah, that's her real last name.

She was a smart cookie, that one.  She went out and hired a guy
at the Brothers Grimm, a local P.R. firm, to put out the story
that she was a victim of a wicked stepmother and two nasty
stepsisters, and that because of her goodness and modesty, she
eventually won the heart of the handsome prince.  What a crock!
Nothing could have been farther from the truth.

Don't look at me like that!  You don't know the first thing
about the spanking, the step-sisters, the blackmailed couturier,
and then the part about the glass panties, and the...huh?  Oh,
okay.  I'll try to calm down.  I get worked up just thinking
about it.  Yeah, a spanking.  Panties, GLASS panties.  Can't you
hear straight?  Oh, all right.  I'll back up.

Here's the deal.  Cindy's dad was loaded, that part's true.  He
married for money.  The first Mrs. Goldblum, Cindy's mother, was
the original Ice Maiden. Drop dead gorgeous, judging from her
portraits, but about as warm as a glacier to curl up next to at
night.  Old Goldblum only got to first base with the frigid witch
once, and Cindy is the result of that union.  The kid was the
spittin image of her mother, in looks AND disposition.  Her
father was smitten with her though and spoiled the girl
absolutely rotten.

When her mother died, Cindy had Daddy all to herself and she
really worked him for everything he was worth.  Then he up and
married a local lady, the stepmother everybody thinks was such a
turkey.  Oh, she wasn't much to look at, and was pretty portly
from what I hear, but she had a smile like the sun and a laugh
that could coax a chuckle out of a startled grizzly bear.  She
owned a bakery shop in town and could cook up a storm.  Goldblum
married the second time for love, for he found great comfort in
the loving arms of Sadie Rosencratz.

Her two daughters were not knockouts but they wouldn't stop a
clock either.  Zelda, the oldest, was chubby, but had her Mom's
sunny disposition.  Brunhilda was more slender, and had a little
overbite problem, but she was sweet-natured and passive, a
talented water-color artist, I'm told.

Hey!  Did you see that car?  I think it's been circling the
block.  They've tried to shut me up, make no mistake about
that.  There is a certain huge corporation which shall remain
nameless, as they say, but whose logo is a giant mouse, that I
think is having me followed.

Okay, okay.  I'm getting to it.  When the old man married Sadie
and brought the two girls to live at his big house, Cindy
pitched a royal fit.  She shoulda had her bare butt paddled
right on the spot, if you ask me.  In fact, I heard that Sadie
DID start to spank her one afternoon after a really bad
tantrum.  Had her dress up, pants down and everything, but
Goldblum intervened and saved her ill-tempered little fanny at
the crucial moment.  No matter how much she whined and fussed,
though, for the first time in his life Goldblum stood up to Cindi
and refused to get rid of Sadie and her daughters.

After her dad died, it got a lot worse.  Goldblum had provided
generously enough for Sadie and the girls, even stating in his
will that they could remain for life in his home, but Cindy
definitely got the real bucks.  She never let them forget it for
a minute.  This was one rich bimbo, let me tell you.  And
stingy?  Forget about Scrooge.  This girl could squeeze blood
outta turnips and sell it to the Red Cross!  He also put in a
provision, against his lawyer's advice, that Sadie couldn't
wallop Cindy, even if she needed it.

They really tried to put up with her snotty ways, and just
ignore her, but she sure made it tough.  When boys would stop by
to pay a visit to Zelda or Brunnie, Cindy would flirt
outrageously with them.  She WAS built like a brick sh...uh, she
was a pretty attractive girl, and until they found out that she
had a disposition like a wounded cobra, they'd forget all about
the step-sisters and chase Cindy. Trouble was, they never came
back to the house after that, and stepsisters' love life was
about as active Rush Limbaugh's Stairmaster.

The Grimm Brothers really outdid themselves with this client.
They had her change her name to Cinderella and started that
whole thing about her having to sit in the ashes at the
fireplace.  Oh brother!  The press ate that stuff up.

The first bright spot in a long time in the stepsisters' lives
came when Sadie and the girls got invited to the ball up at the
King's place.  It was an annual summer bash kinda thing.  Sadie
only got asked because she was Goldblum's widow, but I've heard
from some pretty reliable sources that the King used to stop in at
the bakery and buy a lot of brownies when Sadie was younger.  He had a
messenger take the invite over personally, now that she was part
of the gentry and all.  I think she may have put a bug in his
royal ear about what a pain in the ass Cindy could be, because
her invitation kinda got lost in the mail, if you get my drift.

The night of the ball, Cindy was fit to be tied, see.  She
threatened to break the will and get them all kicked out of the
house, she hid Brunhilda's retainer, and Zelda's girdle, but
none of it worked.  Mama Sadie hustled her girls out the door
and left her rotten-mouthed little stepdaughter screamin.

She got on the horn the minute the door went shut and called up
Aunty Armommy's House of Discount Fashion and demanded that he
bring her over one of those designer rip-offs he was famous
for.  He told her to take a flying leap, on account of she
stiffed him a couple of times before.

The way I heard it, she says to him: "Listen, you overstuffed
fop, if you don't get your fanny over here pronto with a dress
for this shindig, I'm going to call Biff and tell him who you
were out with last Wednesday."

I guess he lost it and screamed "You Biiiiiiiiiitch!" at her.
But he rolled over and got her a dress.  It was a doozy, too.
Some say he actually swiped the thing from some princess' trunks
down to the docks.  He brought her some drop dead underwear too,
including a pair of spun-glass slippers.  That's what they
called panties in those days.  Slippers.  I think 'cause they
got slipped off so much.  Pretty things they were, the way I
hear it--made of sparkling spun glass, but soft as a cloud to
the touch.

That thing with the pumpkin.  Shows ya how good those Grimm guys
are!  That was Manny Bummskin's Limos-for-Less where she rented
the stretch limo to take her to the dance.  Thing was, it was
Manny's nephew Joey who scammed the limo from somebody else who
was already at the ball.  He had collected from them and then he
went over and picked Cindy up for $25.  The only fly in the
ointment was that he had to get the limo back by 12:30 or Uncle
Manny woulda had his ass.  He told Cindy he was leavin at
midnight with or without her.  If she didn't wanna walk home,
she'd better shag it outside and get in the car.

So you see how they whomped up all this media hype outta
nothin?  Amazing, see?  You gettin all this down?  Good.  I
could use another brewski, if you wouldn't mind?  Thanks!  Check
out the tail on that waittress.   Whooo, Mama!

Where was I?  Oh yeah, so she gets to the ball, right?  No
invite, so the heat stops her at the door.  But Prince Charming
sees her and runs interference.  There's no question that she was a
looker, and in that get up she was really something to see.  A
total babe, know what I mean?  The bazookas on that broad
were...okay, okay.  I'm comin' to it.

The prince had kinda been warming up to Brunhilda on account of
she's so passive and all.  See, he had a temper too.  Spoiled
rich kid, you know the type.  Used to getting his own way.
Kinda bossy and domineering.  Brunhilda is the original yes
girl.  So mama Sadie's thinkin she may just have a ticket into
the royals, ya know?  Then Cinderella shows up to queer the
deal.

Cindy walks in like she owns the joint and starts giving orders
to the servants.  She even told the Queen to go get her some
punch.  I guess Mrs. Charming was so got away with she did it!
Anyways, after a dance or two, the prince had had a bellyful of
her mouth.

He says to her, "Look, sweetcheeks, you're a hot little number,
but I've like had it with your mouth!"

He grabs her and hauls her out of the ballroom to some private
chamber.  A serving girl and a busboy were making out in this
room when the Prince and Cindy come storming in.  She's got a
real mouth on her and she's really letting him have a faceful of
it, so the servants had just enough warning to hide behind the curtains
and they saw the whole thing.

How do I know that?  I'm telling you, Toes, I got sources,
okay?  You can check this stuff out.  Trust me.

Now, I'd like to tell you the rest but my throat's getting
really dry.  Okay, okay, don't be like that.  It's just a beer
for criminy sakes.  Right, thanks, pal.

Anyhow, I guess he grabs the girl and hauls her over his lap,
flips up her designer gown and yanks her glass slippers right
off!  He took one look at those transparent slippers and I guess
the Little Prince stood up to take notice too!  They didn't call
the guy Prince Charming for nuttin' if you get my drift!

Anyhow, he smacks this spoiled little rich girl right on her
bare butt and leaves a handprint the color of that pink
dyspepsia medicine behind.  Did she ever holler!  Word is she
about shouted the castle down.  But he laid into her good.  From
what the busboy said, he was a real artist.  Said the prince
smacked first one cheek and then the other, making sure he got
every silly millimeter of her sassy little bottom.  The way she
was kicking and thrashing around, they got quite a show behind
the curtains.  You can't quote me on this one, but it seems
Cindy wasn't a real blond, afterall!  Wonder what the mouse
people think of that one?

He made her go stand in the corner while he rang for a servant.
I guess they came back with a big wooden hairbrush, and the
stableman's belt for good measure.  Next thing she knew, the
little bratster was bent over a desk getting it with the belt.
She howled and danced around and cussed up a storm.

Now the prince had always wanted to spank somebody, according to
some insiders I've talked to, but he never could find anybody
who could take what he had to dish out.  I guess he never got as
far as the belt with any of the other girls he tried to smack.
As much as she was carrying on, you had to give Cindy credit for
taking it.  Fact is, I think the little bitch kinda liked it, if
the humidity down south was any indicator if you get my
meaning!  The maid told somebody Cindy was dripping before they
even turned on the faucet.

Hey, come on...I didn't say it, the MAID said it.  Don't be such
a prude.  Anyhow, he lit up her backside pretty good with the
belt, and made her stand with her feet apart so he touched her
up everyplace else too, pardon my saying so.  By this time, she
lost a little of her edge and had started bawling like a sick
calf.

He grabbed her and pulled her back over his knee, and lit into
her with the hairbrush, and suddenly the little wildcat became a
lap kitten, from the way I heard it.  She got real cuddly and
cried so cute that he finally stopped paddling her bright red
bottom and pulled her up on his lap for a little suck and
tickle.  I guess she was about the sweetest little old thing
right after her licking that his heart hit the floor with a big
thud.

Things were just starting to get REALLY interesting when the
clock struck the first of twelve strokes.   She jumped off his lap like
she'd just heard there was a one-day sale at Bloomingdale's.
Before he could say "Kiss my Little Prince" she was out
the door and in the backseat of the Bummskin limo.  It wasn't
until they passed the Acme Window store that she remembered
leaving her glass slippers behind.

And that's how that whole rumor got started!  Shoes my foot.
The chick left her undies behind on the floor.  Funny thing
about spun glass underwear is that they take on the shape of the
wearer after about an hour.  That's why they fit so nice.  You'd
have to find the same girl to have those panties slip on just
so.

The prince started a house to house spanking tour, and believe
me, he touched up plenty o' bottoms in his search for Cindy!
She was so busy making life miserable for poor Zelda and her
sister that she didn't even hear that he was going around the
neighborhood, paddling the bare bottoms of every eligible babe
in the kingdom, and then making them try the glass slippers on
over their well-spanked bottoms.

He spanked round ones, plump ones, tight ones, cottage cheesey
ones, cute ones, flat ones, skinny ones, and a few with varicose
roadmaps of Detroit on them.  The boy knew his butts, I'll give
him that.  You think any of THAT made it to the papers?  Huh
uh!  Cindy got that hushed up first thing.  To hear her version,
he was acting like a door-to-door shoe salesman or something.
Criminy sakes, he blistered more butts than all the Shadowlane
parties put together!

One day he showed up at the Goldblum place when Cindy was out
getting her nails done.  He took a swipe at Zelda, and was just
starting to warm up Brunhilda's pliable little bottom.  Brunnie
was so passive that she didn't fight him at all, and even
started crying kinda sweet and soft as he spanked her.  The
prince really liked it, and was about to toss the glass slippers
when you-know-who comes stomping in, raving and bitching about
all those coaches in the front driveway.

The prince recognized her straight off, even without her ball
gown, and stood up so fast poor Brunnie took a header right off
his lap.  He stepped over her and grabbed Cindy, dragged her
back to the chair, yanked her every day slippers down to her
knees, threw her over his lap, put her skirt up over her head
and started spanking her for all he was worth.  She began with
that caterwauling and taking on and he knew he found his mystery
girl.  Let me tell you, I guess he painted her bare bottom to match
her manicured nails--Sassy Scarlett or some such!    They said
 you could hear her yelling clear down at the corner laundromat.

Finally, when his arm got too tired to paddle her any more, he
set her up on her feet and told her to pull on the glass
slippers.  She was crying so much he had to lay into her with
his belt a couple of times to get her attention, and she finally
did climb into the panties for him.  Of course they fit--they
were HER glass slippers.

Everybody, including Sadie and the girls, were pretty surprised
at little Miss Attitude now.  She was actually half-way nice to
the prince, and even treated them a little better.  He told them
he was going to marry the little brat right on the spot and
called for a justice of the peace before she changed her mind
and he had to spank her again.

Naturally, Cindy had to think fast because the wife of a
prominent personality like Prince Charming can't lug around the
kind of reputation she had!  It could keep her out of the
country club and make life a drag for the kids.  So she called
up Eddie Grimm and called in a couple of favors, and the rest,
pal, is history.

But Cindy couldn't stop at just making herself look good.  Oh
no!  She had to drag Sadie and the girls in the mud too.  That
witch!  Just 'cause she's cute and got big knockers everybody
believed her.  It just don't pay to be plain.  But I'm here to
tell you those girls got a bum rap, Toes.  You gotta print that.

Why?  To set the record straight, that's why.  The girls?  Well
neither one of them married.  Zelda opened a little photomat on
main street.  Kinda cute--she called it Someday my Prints Will
Come.  And Brunhilda started doing little paintings on velvet of
kids with real big eyes.  They took off like a hoola hoop for
awhile.

What do you mean?  Why do you have to have my name?  Okay.  It's
Rosencratz.  Yeah, Sadie was my great, great grandmother's
cousin on my father's side.  It's a matter of family pride, pal.  Her
husband had an interest in corporal punishment and even organized
some of his like-minded comrades into a medieval guild, the Guild of
Stern.
Of course, when Sadie married Goldblum, the family name faded, and
now, except for me, the Rosencratz' and the Guild of Stern are dead.
This stuff will all check out, I promise.  Here's some names to
start with.  I hear stuff, ya know?  Guy like me gets around.

Like I heard there was a break-in at the Watergate Apartments.
Buncha guys tryin to find somebody's stash of dirty magazines
for Gordon Titty.  Huh?  Oh, I don't know if they found 'em or
not.  I'll ask around.

Look, I'd like to stay and chat, but I seen that car go around
the block again and I don't think it's safe.  I'll meet you in
the parking lot across from the Watergate tomorrow if you want.
I got the name of the glassmaker who made Cindy's slippers.
Frederick of something or other.  I'll write it down.

Yeah, okay.  I'm headin out the back way.  Hey, bring a six-pack
tomorrow, will ya?
END


Lily O'Valley (MissLilyO@aol.com)