Casey's Movie Rewrites- Dirty Dancing

A Dirty Dancing Spanking- Part 1

     I've decided to start a series of installments. I am a huge movie buff, I watch a lot of movies, I like a lot of movies, I fantasize my own scenes into movies. Being a spanko, most of the time I find myself inserting spanking scenes into movies that don't contain them (which is almost every movie). Really, not just movies, TV shows, books, whatever happens to be rattling around in my head. I hope you enjoy!

      Dirty Dancing an American Classic! Right? Okay, maybe not a classic exactly. But definitely a movie I have seen about a zillion times, own on DVD, and cannot help but switch it on if it happens to be on TV.

     It came out in 1987, but it is set in 1963 (and everybody is dressed like it is 1987- but we'll pretend not to notice), in the Catskills at the Summer Resort Kellerman's. We're introduced to Baby Houseman, she's vacationing with her well-to-do family, including her annoying sister. She's obviously the smart one because she is reading a book in the car while her sister fixes her hair in a mirror (Such subtleties!). Baby is entering college in the fall and then she's joining the peace corps. She's going to save the world and she is the apple of her father's eye.

     Then Johnny Castle enters the scene (seriously, greatest character name). He's the dance instructor at Kellerman's. But this job is so obviously beneath him, he just needs the money, he is way too cool for this place and these people. He is from the complete opposite side of the tracks from Baby and he is immediately unimpressed and put off by her family's money and her sheltered life.

     Of course Baby is enamored with him at first sight, and of course he is a jerk to her and won't give her the time of day. And then he needs her help, or his job and his fellow dance teacher's job will be in jeopardy. So they need to learn to work together and trust each other, and against all odds they fall in love! It's so comfortably predictable, and saccharine sweet that you can't help but love it.

     But, am I the only spanko out there who was just rooting for Johnny to flip Baby over his knee and spank her self righteous ass? I can't be. You don't have to admit it, I'll do it for you. So without further ado, here is my added scene.

     Baby let out a frustrated groan. She was tired, her feet hurt, and she was so hot. An hour ago she was still worried about how she looked in front of Johnny. She could see herself in the mirrors that lined the wall, a disheveled, sweaty mess. But she was beyond the point of caring now. She just wanted him to stop barking orders at her, but her feet wouldn't cooperate with what her head was telling them to do.

     “Let's go.” Johnny snapped his fingers at her. “We'll run through it again, try to keep up this time.”

     Did he just snap his fingers at her? Her frustration quickly grew into a boiling rage. Johnny roughly grabbed her arm and pulled her back into the center of the floor. Baby wriggled out of his grip and took a step back from him.

     “Stop pulling me,” she shouted at him, “and stop yelling directions at me. It's not helping.”

     “Well maybe you should try focusing,” he countered, crossing his arms over his chest, “I don't think you've listened to anything I've told you.”

     Baby crossed her arms as well, matching his stance, she glared back at him and said, “You're an awful teacher. Where did you learn that yelling at your students was a good motivational tactic?”

     “Oh, I'm sure you'd be a better teacher than me.” He took a step closer to her. “Do you criticize the way everyone does their jobs, or just me?”

     She rolled her eyes at him in response.

     “Fine.” Johnny spun on his heel and crossed over to the record player. He lifted the needle and put the record back in it's sleeve. “Rehearsal is over. I'll see you tomorrow.”

     Baby stared back at him. “But we have to perform tomorrow and I still don't know all the steps.”

    Johnny continued shuffling through the records, leaving his back to her as if he hadn't heard her.

     “Johnny,” she started, but stopped when she realized he was going to continue to ignore her. “Johnny!” she yelled and stomped her foot at the same time for emphasis.

     He turned around and looked at her with a raised brow, “Now who's the one yelling?”

     “Did you hear what I said? I don't know the steps. How can you say we're done practicing?” Her words were coming out in rapid succession and she felt like she was on the brink of tears. A minute ago she had been wishing for rehearsal to end, but now she was freaking out that she didn't know what she was doing.

     He dropped the records he was holding back onto the stack and walked towards her. She thought he was coming over to comfort her and was caught by surprise when he continued walking right past her, catching her wrist as he went by. Now he was leading her across the floor towards the door. Baby was too surprised to say anything in response.

     Johnny pulled her outside, the door slamming shut behind them. She was struggling to keep up with him, but had no choice as he had her wrist trapped in a vise-like grip. Her feet were dragging in the rain soaked earth and she tried to tug her arm back to slow him down a little.

     Her attempt to slow him down seemed to quicken his pace. She was stumbling behind him as he lead her along a tree lined path.

     “Where are we going?” Her voice was shaky, her words coming out between gasps for air. Johnny stopped short in front of her and Baby put her free hand up in front of her to stop herself from bumping into him.

     He turned and looked at her, like he just realized she was trailing behind him. He dropped her wrist from his grasp and place his hands lightly on her shoulders, looking into her eyes.

     “You already know all the steps, right?” Johnny asked. She started shaking her head no. She didn't know the dance, this is what she had been telling him just minutes ago in the studio.

     “Stop.” He cut off her protests. “Close your eyes.”

     Baby looked back at him in confusion. Why did he want her to close her eyes? He still hadn't told her what they were doing. She was going to question him again, but the look he was giving her made her think twice about protesting.

     Johnny left his hands on her shoulders and she could feel the warmth from them travel throughout her body. Sometimes she could find him so stubborn and maddening, he would argue with her about everything. But other times, like this, he was so gentle. She just wanted to melt into his arms. It was like dealing with two different people.

     As her eyes were closed he started talking her through the steps and she could visual them in her head. Baby realized she did know all the steps, she just couldn't make her feet cooperate. As Johnny came to the end of the dance, she opened her eyes.

     “Did you remember them all?” he asked.

     She shook her head yes and opened her mouth to ask how any of this was helping, when he brought his hand up to her lips.

     “Stop asking so many questions.” He told her, and turned to continue up the path. This time he took her hand gently in his, instead of dragging her behind him, he walked at a slower pace so she could keep up.

     They made their way up to his private cabin which was set off in a secluded area on the outskirts of the resort.

     Baby felt a rush of heat as she remembered the last time she was here alone with Johnny. It had been a few days ago. They were rehearsing and snapping at each other, much like they had been today. He suggested a change of scenery which lead them off the resort. They had spent hours practicing balancing on a fallen log and then attempting to do the lift in a lake. They ended up back at Johnny's cabin and she thought things had changed between them because she had given herself up to him. Her own actions had surprised her, sleeping with a man she had just met. Baby loved him and she thought he loved her back, but the next day he was back to his grumpy self. She wondered if he regretted having slept with her. 

     Now here they were again. Was he planning on taking her to bed every time they had a fight during rehearsal? She knew she should fight him on this if it was his plan, but a part of her didn't want to. She was angry that he could have this kind of effect on her. Her sister Lisa was the easy one, she was supposed to be the one who was firmly entrenched in her feminist ideals. But Johnny seemed to make all of her ideals and rational thinking fall by the wayside. She knew she was in trouble, but she was finding it hard to care anymore.

     They walked into the cabin. Johnny dropped her hand as they entered and hurriedly moved around throwing some dirty clothes into a pile in the corner. Baby stood awkwardly in the doorway, twisting her skirt in her hands. She still wasn't sure what his intentions were and he was making her nervous.

     “So you can remember all the steps?” He stood across the room and suddenly focused all his attention on her, making her feel small under his gaze. She shook her head yes in response to his question. “Then why can't you execute them?”

     He seemed to honestly want to know what she thought. He wasn't snapping at her like he had been back in the studio. But she didn't know the answer. If she knew why she couldn't execute the steps then it would have been easier to fix the problem. She shrugged her shoulders.

     “Tell me.” He prompted her.

     “I really don't know,” she started, “I'm sorry if you think I'm wasting your time-”

     Johnny raised his hand and cut off her words. “You think too much,” he said, in a matter of fact way.

     “Excuse me?” Baby felt like she should be offended by his observation, but she also knew she had a tendency to over think things.

     “You're thinking too much about it,” he said as he came closer to her, “you need to let the music take over.” He was in front of her now and placed his hands on her hips. “You also have to let me lead.”

     “I am,” she snapped at him. At least she was trying to let him lead, it didn't always work out that way.

     He just looked back at her and raised his eyebrows. They both knew the truth, but it was hard for her to let someone else take over.

     “If you would just let me lead,” he began again, “and let yourself listen to the music, the steps would come more naturally.”

     “How do I make myself do that?” She couldn't help the petulant sound in her voice, and she knew she had a scowl on her face.

     “There you go, over thinking things again.” Johnny dropped his hands from her hips and lead her over towards the bed with him.

     Baby took a deep breath to stop herself from shaking. She had slept with him once and now he expected to have her in his bed whenever he wanted.       She should be more upset by this thought than she was, she'd think more about that later.

     Johnny sat on the edge of the bed and drew her closer to him. His arms were around her waist as she stood before him.

     “We weren't getting anywhere snapping at each other during rehearsal,” he said. She nodded her head in agreement. “I want you to think less about what you're supposed to be doing, and just trust me to lead you through it.”

     Baby could vaguely register his words over the pounding of the blood pumping through her veins. Her body was peaked in anticipation. Ever since they had slept together she couldn't think of anything else, and here she was again.

     Johnny grabbed her forearm and pulled her face down across his lap. She tried to push herself up, confused by what he was doing. He easily held her in place and adjusted her. Her feet remained on the floor, her upper body leaning on the bed, he angled her bottom up in the air. She was about to yell out when it finally dawned on her his intentions. But the sharp slap to her ass made the words die on her lips.

Come back for Part 2 on 7/15!