Spanklet (n.) - definition - a very short story where an individual is spanked or caned.
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( You may wish to read Spanklet Parcel Post to discover the characters in this Part 2 spanklet)
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Sam was
down from University again for the Christmas holidays. He went along with his
parents to a neighbour’s Christmas Eve party, more for the free drink than for
the company. He moved around the busy rooms of the large house, acknowledging
the greetings of some his parent’s friends and acquaintances and taking an
appreciative glance at some of the older teenage girls from the neighbourhood,
who were growing up fast.
In the
corner of the conservatory he saw his next-door neighbour, Mr Martin, engaged in conversation with a stunning looking woman in her late forties.
Mr Martin, or Peter as he had told Sam to address him, looked up to wave at Sam across the
room indicating that he should join then. As Sam started to walk
over Peter lifted his beer bottle in the air and pointed to it, signalling that
he would like Sam to get him another one. Peter’s friend copied the gesture
indicating that her wine glass was empty and mouthed the word “white”. She gave
Sam a broad smile when he acknowledged her request with a nod.
After a few
minutes Sam was back from the kitchen carrying the two drinks and his own beer
in a sort of triangle between his fingers. As he approached he bent down to
place the bottles and the wine glass on the window shelf.
“Andrea this is Sam, Sam this is Andrea.” Peter made the introduction and Sam
shook hands with the woman. He noticed that her handshake was firm, not
vigorous or manly, but it held a certain amount of power. She pushed down with
her grip as if to assert her authority.
“Sam was a bit of a naughty boy over the summer.”
Peter had
turned to address this comment to Andrea and Sam looked around in a panic to
see who might be in earshot.
“As a matter fact I had to cane him
to teach him a lesson.”
Peter was
speaking in a low voice and the otherguests close by seemed not to hear him.
Sam felt the rush of blood to his face as he coloured up with shame. To give
himself something to do he picked up the drinks and handed them over.
“Oh dear. That sounds very sore. Was
it painful, dear Sam?" Andrea’s question was almost soothing as she
looked at the young man with sympathy in her eyes.
Sam
whispered quietly that it was.
“But he deserved every stroke,” Peter went on. “ Don’t look so worried Sam. Andrea is a close friend of mine and she
knows all about my special interest. Now she knows about you as well. Better to
be honest I always think.”
Sam wished
that the ground would open up and swallow him.
Just at
that moment his mother came up alongside them and thankfully the talk of
punishments came to an end. There were more introductions and Peter explained
that Andrea was a long time friend, who had come across from Bristol to spend Christmas.with him.
Sam’s
mother raised her eyebrows in that way that women do when they hear of new relationships.
This small piece of information would add to the gossip she could pass around at the party.
Sam drifted
away to talk to some other people leaving his mother in full flow of
conversation. After maybe an hour Peter came to find him.
“We’re leaving now, Sam, but Andrea
was wondering if you would like to pay us a visit this evening. Maybe around 7
o’clock. She would like to get to know
you a bit better. In fact, it was more of an instruction from her than an
invitation, if you get my drift.”
Sam was
intrigued and he felt himself stiffening in his trousers as Peter spoke that
last sentence in rather a sharp tone.
“Yes, thank you I would like to do
that.”
“Oh and one other thing Sam. Are you
doing anything on New Years Eve?”
Sam thought
for a moment. There was a vague plan to meet up with some of his old school friends
for a drink but it was nothing special, so he said that he was free.
“We’re going to a party,” Peter explained. “Quite an interesting sort of party and we would like you to come
along. We thought you could drive us. You can always have a drink at our place once
we get back home, sometime after midnight. Does that sound alright with you?”
Again, what
Peter was saying came across as an instruction from this older man and not
something Sam felt he could decline.
He responded
that it was very kind of them to invite him and he looked forward to it.
A few minutes later he watched Peter and Andrea say their goodbyes andleave the drinks do. Sam stayed for another half an hour.
He had drunk quite a bit on an empty stomach so when he got back to his own house
he ate some lunch and then went to sleep it off for the rest of the afternoon.
At around
6pm Sam showered and dressed in slacks and a casual shirt. He told his parents
that he was going to meet friends.
Just
minutes before 7 he rang the bell of Mr Martin’s house. After a short wait the
door locks rattled and someone looked out through a narrow crack..
“Ah, it is you. Come in Sam. I just
wanted to make sure we were not being visited by a tall dark stranger, since I
am not exactly dressed for visitors”
The front
door swung fully open to reveal Andrea dressed in a short silk kimono of vivid shades
of red.
“Come in, come in boy.”
He closed
the door behind him and followed Andrea into the dining room, the same room in
which he had received his punishment from Peter only a few months ago.
The room
was brightly lit with candles and wall-lights.
As Andrea
turned to face Sam she picked up a long
cane from the table.
“I was just
finishing off Peter’s session. You’re next. That is if you want to stay of
course?”
Bent over
the table was the naked Peter. The marks of the cane’s recent visitation on his
bare bottom were clearly visible. Sam had never seen a naked mans bottom
exposed in such an open position and he found it difficult not to stare. Peter
had a sash tied around his mouth and clearly he could not speak. Sam felt the
urge to say hello to him but realised this would be a stupid thing to say,
under the circumstances.
He turned
back to Andrea. “I would like to stay Ma’am.”
“Excellent. I thought you would.
Peter tells me you took quite a thrashing so now you can see what our little games
are all about. It will be painful mind you. Peter will testify to my skills with a cane and a crop. Take off all your clothes and go
and stand in the naughty corner over there.”
