Madam Nadia

A cookie jar sits on the floor in the middle of an extravagantly decorated room. A short distance from it can be seen what appears to be a life-time supply of cigarettes, one pack of which has been opened. If we follow the wisps of smoke, we find the source reclining on a red velvet chair, inhaling furiously, another cigarette in hand ready for when this one is finished.

This glamorous creature is just about visible through the miasma; an exotic dark-haired lady clad in a vibrant, diaphanous and extremely short dress, and a pair of heels. She looks a little bored, as though she is just killing time waiting for something to happen, and mutters in Portuguese under her breath. By her side she has a telephone, a diary and pen, and a small paddle.

She casually leafs through the diary, stopping at the page for today. We can just make out some writing and it looks like she has an appointment. She studies the page, looks up at a clock, and sighs. As she does so, the phone rings - she puts the diary down, and picks up the receiver.

"This is Madam Nadia, have you been a naughty boy?"
The caller is silent.
"I said, have you been a naughty boy?"
"....Um...well...wow...this is like...really...."
"Get on with it, I don't have all day!"
"Sorry....um, well...I uh...just kind of...like...wanted some...you know... advice"
"Advice? I am Madam Nadia, not a counsellor, now what do you want little boy?"
"Um well...it's just that, I, um, kind of got this, you know, new chick...and she's...well...she kind of, you know, likes...."
"Likes what? Does she like to spank you? Is that why you're calling me?"
"Well, I don't really know... you know, it's like a whole new thing, and like...well...She likes to, you know....take, like, control....and I...well...I don't know...."
"You want to know how to make her happy, is that it?"
"Wow! Yeah! That's, like, amazing, it's like you sort of like, read, you know, my...mind!"
"Yeah yeah, whatever. Do you like it when she tells you what to do?"
"Um...well...it's like, well..I'm kinda glad, you know...cos like...I, you know, I'm not that...well, it's just that....if she tells me, then, at least, you know, I'll like....know...what to, like, do"
"Well what's the problem then! Stop being a silly little boy, just go and please your woman, now get off the line, I'm waiting on a call!"

And with that, she slams the phone down, sighing heavily, and takes a long draw on her cigarette. She checks the clock again, casts a glance at the diary, and readjusts her dress. The phone rings again, and she smiles to herself.

"This is Madam Nadia, have you been a naughty boy?"
"Aye, ah have, Ah've been talking grease Madam"
"You're a bad, bad, boy! What have you been saying?"
"Ah've been badmouthing these folk that ah live wi', talking aboot them behind their backs and plottin n stuff"
"That is very naughty, you need to be punished. Mummy's going to spank you"
"Does that mean I can get ma arse oot again?"
"I'm going to spank it with my shoe, take that you naughty boy, and that...and that...."

Happy Ever After?

She is in a beautiful apartment, with panoramic views overlooking the coastline of Madeira. As she reclines on her velvety-soft chaise longue, she casts an approving eye over her favourite feature of her home; the impressively spacious walk-in wardrobe. So many beautiful things to choose from: two hundred pairs of shoes, arranged by colour and style; glamorous evening wear from the top designers in Paris and Milan; and of course, her fabulous accessories - so many pretty, shiny, feathery and fluffy objets to choose from.

Suddenly her attention is drawn to a figure she sees from the window - a young man walking towards her apartment. As he moves ever closer, she begins to feel an almost overwhelming attraction, and, strangely, feels that she's seen him before, even though they have never met. Could this be the man she's seen in her dreams?

The doorbell rings, and she moves to answer it.....