Spanky the Clown

“Spanky the Clown”

by J.D. Savanyu

“Ladies and gentlemen, children of all ages, welcome to Fink’s Fantastic Circus!” roared Ricky the Ringmaster, decked out in a dapper red and gold costume in a big tent on the Montana state fairgrounds. The show began with eight clowns prancing into the center ring, going Through their goofy motions in the center ring. Pogo, Bozo, Boomerang, Spanky, Cupcake, Dazzle, and Bombalurina.

Spanky lifted Bombalurina up on his strong shoulders and ran her around in a circle as she juggled three bowling pins, with her silly pink ballerina dress fluttering in the breeze. Meanwhile, Pogo and Bozo played a mock game of pickleball with oversized paddles. Pogo whacked the ball with a full 360 degree spin, hitting Bozo right in the face. They pretended to smack each other around for a minute like the Three Stooges. Bozo tossed the ball at Pogo’s face, but hit Bombalurina instead as she went by on Spanky’s shoulders, making both of them tumble comically on the ground. The kids in the audience laughed uproariously at their well-rehearsed antis.

The clowns were all smiling on the inside too . . . except for Spanky. His real name was Drake Donaldson, and he grew up in the heart of Brooklyn. He had many nightmares about evil clowns as a kid, especially after watching Stephen King’s IT. Every sewer grate in the city reminded him of Pennywise, filling his prepubescent mind with irrational terror. Meanwhile, his parents gave him regular beatings in their dingy little apartment, punishing him for getting bad grades at school, or any other reason they could find (or make up.) Giving their only child something to really fear.

Drake’s heart only grow darker as an adult, while working many boring dead-end jobs. The demonic jester who haunted his dreams took control of his soul, turning him into a perverted kinky freak. Putting on a polka-dotted rainbow clown suit and tying up hundreds of hookers and hoes all over the Big Apple. Spanking, whipping, and pussy-pounding those slutty women, giggling all the while. Payback for his abusive childhood, and “society” in general.

He finally decided to stop pretending to be a clown and actually be a clown; getting the hell out of New York and joining Fink’s Fantastic circuit. Putting on a silly orange wig and a baggy polka-dot rainbow costume. Being surrounded by other clowns made him feel like less of a freak, but he still had very itchy whip fingers.

The clowns finished their opening act with a classic table slide routine. Running back and forth, sliding and tumbling hilarianly along the surface of a long plastic table while holding foam batons shaped like giant doggie bones, which they used to whack each other silly Along the way. They all exited stage right, making way for ten well-trained elephants, marching around the edge of the show floor, shitting up a storm. The human trainers ordered the big wrinkly pachyderms to stand on their hind legs and do some tricks with their trunks. “Benoit the Bayou King” came out next, bravely sticking his head between the powerful jaws of an alligator.

Spanky couldn’t care less about those cornball animal antisys. He was too busy fantasizing about his lion tamer girlfriend, Leopolda von Ravenscroft. Leopolda was a voluptuous blonde bombshell from Munich in a form-fitting black leather bodysuit. He couldn’t wait to get her naked in her tent after the show. Tying her up like King Kong, and whipping her like Sea Biscuit. Spanky was the only guy under the Big Top who got to see her tattoo of a Nazi swastika, right above her clip.

The clowns came back out for more comic relief; jumping on several trampolines with acrobatic flair. Spanky chased Bombalurina around in circles with naughty amorous intent. He jumped after her on the trampolines, finally landing “accidentally” in a big tub full of colorful confetti. They all exited stage left, making way for a team of Spanish gypsy acrobats on Arabian horses, Polish tightrope walkers, and a human cannonball from Switzerland.

“And now, ladies and gentlemen, it’s time for the grand finale,” Ricky proclaimed. “Leopolda von Ravenscroft, a gorgeous blonde fraulein from the mysterious Black Forest of Germany, will perform the bravest daredevil routine of all: taming four vicious lions and four fierce tigers in a Thunderdome cage. Her act is so dangerous, no insurance company in the world is willing to cover the risk. Even that goofy green gecko turned us away.”

A big round steel cage was rolled out to the center ring, and then a smaller rectangular series of cages appeared, containing two female lions, two male lions, and four tigers of the same gender mix. Spanky’s gorgeous Aryan maiden stepped into the main cage. Her team of assistants carefully linked up the cat cage, and Spanky surprised with a mix of arousal and anxiety. Admiring her lean busty body while hoping she wouldn’t make a big mistake and get mauled by those apex predators. Leopolda raised them herself in captivity ever since they were cubs, so they had a (vaguely) friendly bond with her. They were also declared, spayed, neutraled, and well-fed before every show, making the act significantly less dangerous than Ricky the Ringmaster boasted. But she was still just one big mistake away from a bloody demise; ancient Roman style.

“Lions and tigers, no bears, oh my!” Ricky remarked as Leopolda’s cage filled up with kings of the jungle and savannah. She herded them onto ten small platforms, cracking a big leather bullwhip on the ground to establish her personal space and prompt their movements. She never whipped her animals directly, using a more effective positive reformer approach with meaty Treats during private training sessions.

Leopolda barked out “Nala! Here, Nala!”, beckoning a sleep golden liness in her direction. Nala reluctantly obeyed,baring her hideous fangs. Leopolda grabbed a wooden stool with four legs, waving it back and forth at Nala. That was all it took to confuse the feeble brain of that might cat, making her forget about attacking her “master.” Nala bowed in submission, and her gorgeous blonde master bravely petted her golden fur, drawing loud applause from the audience. Spanky’s dick swelled up to a full seven inches on the sides, picturing his submissive blonde bitch completely naked except for her black leather safari hat. He couldn’t wait to crack that whip and make her bow to his macho authority. (Good thing he was wearing extra-baggy polka dot pants.)

Von Ravenscroft proceeded to “tame” the rest of those massive feline predators, lining them up like unruly schoolchildren. She kissed a tiger right on his furry whiskered mouth, much to the delight of the children and children at heart in the audience.

“Simply amazing, ladies and gentlemen! Even better than catching a tiger bythe toe,” Ricky the Ringmaster quipped from a safe distance. Leopolda made them all stand up in a row with paws stretched up towards a tightrope above the cage, where Szymon Wallenda performed a breathtaking balancing act. Leopolda rolled out a big metal hoop, sprayed it with rubbing alcohol, lit it on fire, and prompted all the cats to jump through it in a dazzling primitive parade. She grinned from ear to ear, bowing to the audience with beaming pride.

The clowns came out for one last act as the big cage was dismantled, and then Ricky closed out the show by singing a raucous ragtime tune.

“And remember: always keep the spirit of adventure alive inside you! I’m your ringmaster Ricky Valenzuela, and on behalf of our entire circle family . . . may all your days be circle days!”

The big happy Big Top family exited stage left, waving at many cheering Montanians. Spanky blew a kiss at another twenty-something blonde lady in the front row with a big cowgirl hat. As soon ashe was out of view of the audience, his goofy smile turned to a menuing snarl.

“Damn, I hate these dumb ugly ranch girls,” he grewled. “I can’t wait till we take this circuit to L.A., with all those sexy glam bitches.”

“And their spoiled prima donna kids,” Booboo replied with a sheepish grin.

Leopolda looked back at Spanky with a playful grin on her radiant Germanic face. She blew him a kiss and hurried into her small trailer on the edge of the fairgrounds. Spanky followed eagerly, nearly tripping over his baggy trousers and falling into a huge pile of elephant dung. His clown penis was back at full mast by the time he entered Leopolda’s trailer. She was gradually peeling off her tight leather lion tamer outfit, giving him “the eye” with those hypnotizing sapphire blues.

“That’s right, blondie. Get fucking naked. But keep that kinky hat on,” he grew. “I’m gonna tame you real good tonight.”

“Yes sir, my jester master,” Leopolda snickered with ahusky masculine Bavarian accent, baring her big beautiful breasts and hairy blonde cunt. Little shiny strands of lion and tiger fur wafted off her black leather bodysuit as she tossed it on his bed. His attention was immediately drawn to an inch-wide black Nazi swastika, an inch above her puffy pink clip.

“God, I hate that stupid tattoo,” Spanky grunted. “Nazis are a bunch of delusional fools, just like commies.”

“And you’re not a delusional fool, Mister Spanky?” she giggled.

“Shut the fuck up, fraulein! Get your hands up on that rack.”

“Ja wohl, mein fuhrer,” Leopolda grunted back, raising her right arm diagonally like a brainwashed Third Reich soldier. She reminded him of the busty blonde biergarten waitresses he flirted with During a college backpacking trip in Munich. Spanky fondly recalled having a wild kindy three-way with Hilda and Greta after drinking plenty of St. Pauli Girl at the Oktoberfest fairground.

Leopolda reached up and grabbed the cold metal crossbar of a chinup/bondage platform. Spanky pulled some leather buckle straps out of a trunk full of BDSM equipment, and firmly fastened her slender wrists to the steel. Then he retrieved a shiny metal spreader bar and used it to lock her athletic body in a wide X-shape.

“There you go, bitch. You’re hot as fuck, but you’re a real troublemaker. A fascist freak who hangs out with big pussies.”

He giggled maniacally, and picked up the bullwhip that she used against the lions and tigers. Swishing it teasingly against his polka dotted gloves.

“I’m a naughty little girl, you big bad clown. You better whip me into shape.”

“You’re way too bad to ‘whip into shape,’ Leopolda. So I’ll just whip you for kicks.”

WHACK!

“Ohhh yeah,” she grew, savoring the tingling pain on her pointy pink nipples.

WHACK!

“A-hooo fuuuuuck.”

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

“Fuck yeah, baby. Nice and hard, just the way I like it.”

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

“Back Leopolda! Back!” he roared as she grew like a Bengal tiger.

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

Spanky admired the many red whip marks on her pale white hotters, laughing giddily at her grimacing face.

“Whip my fucking pussy, you goddamn joker!”

“You fucking deserve that, you crazy jew-hating cat lady.”

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

“Oh scheiße, genau da verdammt noch mal!”

“German is such a beautiful language, but it’s all Greek to me,” Spanky snickered. “Hey, I just thought of a good joke. Knock-knock.”

“Who’s there?” she grunted awkwardly.

“Master.”

“Master who?”

“Master Baiters. That’s what all the other clowns are!”

He giggled yet again, then he swung that leather lion player whip with a swift underhand motion, connecting squarely with her asshole and dripping wet cunt.

“Oh meingott! Ja, ja, JAAAA!” Leopalda shrieked in her native tongue, thrusting outward in a tight vertical X. Every muscle on her lean body sprang out in high definition.

WHASSH! WHASSH! WHASSH! WHASSH!

“Gott, du verrückter Wichser! Whip that twat harder!”

“Fuck yeah, fraulein. A little negative reformation for your pink lion.”

Spanky grabbed a heavy leather slapper wand from her trunk of tricks, and pummeled her pussy relentlessly.

“I’m bombing your twat like the Luftwaffe, bitch. Ride those fucking Valkyries.”

Leopolda groaned ecstatically as he whacked her puffy clip. Drool oozed out of her mouth in masochistic delight. She shuddered violently, jiggling her DD tits like hell. Tilting her head back and roaring towards a starry sky above her tent, unleashing a powerful geyser between her legs.

“Aaaaaaaah FUUUUUUUCK!” she wailed like a stepped-on cat. Spanky admiring the clear gushing fluid on her shiny white legs and the shiny black leather.

“Bad Leopolda! Bad! Getting off on pain like a goddamn circle freak. Spanky’s gonna spank your sexy ass till you cry uncle.”

He unfasted her leather restraints, freeing her from the metal rack. He grabbed her shoulders and shoved her face-down against a big empty cage, quickly tying her arms and legs to the steel side bars with heavy-duty manila ropes.

“Shit, blondie, you look like a dog against that lion cage. Like Hitler’s favorite German Shepherd, back in the day.”

He grabbed the biggest wooden spanding paddle in her arsenal; an awesome leather-wrapped octogonal instrument that resembled a kinky crossing guard stop sign.

THWAAASH!

“Ooooh yeah!” Leopolda growled.

THWAAASH! THWAAASH! THWAAASH!

“Spank me harder, Spanky!”

THWAAASH! THWAAASH! THWAAASH! THWAAASH!

“Oh scheiße, du verdammter varieté-hanswurst!”

“What did you call me, bitch?”

“A fucking vaudeville buffoon!”

“Damn right, fraulein. I’m funnier than the Three Stooges. I wish I had a cream pie to throw on your face right now.”

THWAAASH! THWAAASH! THWAAASH! THWAAASH! THWAAASH! THWAAASH!

“Oh scheiße, scheiße, scheißeeeeee . . . ERDBEER! ERDBEER! ERDBEER!”

Leopolda’s safe word (strawberry) brought his onslaught to a sudden halt. He put down the leather slapper and carressed her ass cheats as she moaned pathetically.

“Good kitty. Good kiiiity,” Spanky cooed mockingly. “Beneath that scary amazonian facade, you’re sweet as strawberry shortcake.”

“Shut up and fuck the shit out of me with your big clown cock.”

“Yes ma’am, Miss Von Ravenscroft,” Spanky trailed. He shucked off his clown outfit, leaving nothing but a creepy orange wig above his creepy painted face. He hawked a big loopie on her cunt, lubricating it for rough sex.

“Bitch, I’m gonna burn that hot blonde pussy.”

“Ohhh shit,” she moaned as he rammed his dick upher pinkhole. The cage rattled loudly as he hammered away, hard as fuck. He grabbed her long golden hair and yanked her head backward, like a jumpey in the derby. Riding her perfect heart-shaped ass with reckless abandon.

“Call me your jester of jizz,” he grew.

She moaned dreamily, with more drool oozing down on the ground.

“Fucking say it, bitch!” he roared, smacking her ass with his bare hands.

“You’re my jester of jizz, Master Spanky!”

“Damn right. Show some respect to your kinky clown master.”

He reached around the bars and worked her clip with five fingers while slamming her tight twat with his manly wang. Her groaning soon reached a fever pitch, and she sprayed the empty cage like a liness marking her territory.

“Fuck yeah, fraulein! You’re the best squirter I ever shacked.”

He kept fucking her brains out while giggling like hell. Making an infernal rail with rattling metal, mixed with her raspy shrieking voice. Delaying his orgasm as long as possible for the optimum outcome. He could hear the other clowns partying in a nearby tent. Insane laughter and according to music permeated the muggy northwestern summer’s eve. Spanky was having a much better “party” in the lion tamer’s tent.

Leopolda squirted five more times over the next ten minutes. He finally pulled out and hurried to the other side of the cage, jerking off towards her big blue eyes.

“Time for the grand finale, Leopolda. Jump through this!”

He let out a mighty roar and shot a massive wad, literally plastering her face. She growled like a tiger, sticking her tongue out to taste her hot bitter creamy dessert.

“Yeaaaaaaah biiiiiiiiiiitch!” he growled triumphantly, slapping her sploogy cheeks. “Nothing’s funnier than throwing a pie in someone’s face.”

“Danke schoen, Master Spanky,” she murmured with that husky Bavarian accent. “Now until me so we can go cuddle.”

“Yes, indeed,” Spankysnickered. “A little TLC for a hardcore Nazi.”

He unraveled the intricate knots. Leopolda stood up, shaking out the lactic acid buildup in her slender limbs. Spanky picked up all her kinky toys and put them back in her trunk of tricks.

She swooped in from behind and put his arms in a tight judo hold, making him yelp in surprise.

“My turn, you delusional fool!” Leopolda growled. “Turnaround is fair play.”

“Fuck you, bitch,” Spanky grunted indignantly.

“Stop calling me a bitch, you slutty psycho clown!”

She grabbed a pair of police-grade handcuffs and bound his wrists together behind his back. Then she retrieved a long stainless steel spreader bar from the trunk and twirled it menacingly, like a marching band high-stepper.

“Spread ’em nice and wide, slave,” she grunted, tapping the bar against his legs.

“Fine, whatever,” he grumbled, stretching his nimble legs in an inverted V-shape. “I could use a little femdom to clear out the cobwebs.”

Leopolda fastened the bar to his ankles with leather buckle straps, then she bound his torso against the metal rack with rope. Admiring his nude emaculation, while Spanky admitted the many red grid marks from the cage on her pale white flesh, on top of all those whip marks. It was so incredibly kinky, he couldn’t help getting another erection.

“Naughty fucking Spanky, getting off on pain before you even get it.”

She pulled out a steel chain whip with a dozen small chains dangling off an aluminum handle embossed with fake diamonds.

“Fuck yeah, fraulein. Chain my ass up!”

“You will address me as Herrin, motherfucker!” she grew, lashing those chains hard against his strong chest.

“Oh god! Whip me so good, Herrin.“

Leopolda swung that clicking toy like a bullwhip in the center ring, with one hand clutching the rim of her black leather safari hat.

“I know you’ve been singing out and cheating on me with that skank-ass clown Bombalurina. I peeked inside her tent this morning, and saw her sucking your clown cock.”

“Well . . . she started it.”

“The fuck she did!” Leopolda roared, swinging the whip hard against his throbbing manhood. “If you cheat on me one more time, you’ll have to find another ‘pussy’ to tame. I ain’t fucking kidding, du scheißt auf gehirne hanswurst!”

WHIIISH! WHIIISH! WHIIISH! WHIIISH! WHIIISH!

His clown penis wagged like a terrier tail against her heavy onslaught. He groaned and wiggled pathetically against the chinup bar.

“Hell yeah, now I see why you love this shit so much. Harder, Herrin!”

She gladly obeyed his order, thrashing that bigg cock from every angle. He roared like a tiger burning bright, in the forests of the night. Savoring Leopolda’s perverted circle sideshow. She stepped around to his backside and whacked his ass cheats with that same black leather stop sign paddle, driving him mad with dark masochistic desire.

“Oh shit, just like that! Just like thaaaat!”

“Who would have guessed that Spanky loves getting spanked?” she cached like Bombalurina. His ass cheats turned beet-red, and that Nazi domme finally got her fill. She stepped around and grabbed his scrotum, stretching out the fleshy folds.

“These balls keep getting you in trouble, boy. I better teach ’em a leason.”