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Sunday, 9 December 2012

Sunday Spanklet - Parcel post


Spanklet  (n.) - definition - a very short story where an individual is spanked or caned.
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Peter closed the door behind him.

It had been a long day and he was glad to be home. He had noticed that the lights were on next door and figured that Sam must be home from college. His parents were away on a vacation and when they had left their house keys with Peter, as they usually did, they had mentioned that their son would be coming home for a week or so to house sit.

Perhaps at the weekend he would go round just to check that everything was OK. He must be nearly 21 by now so Peter figured he would not be getting up to anything stupid like a house party.

He poured himself a glass of wine and stood at the fridge wondering what he might fix for an evening meal or whether he should get a take away.

The front door bell rang and Peter put off the decision.

Sam was stood there holding a small parcel in an outstretched hand

“Um hello Mr Martin, I mean Peter. The postman put this through our mail by mistake.”

Peter took the parcel. It didn’t take a detective to see that it had been opened and that a pretty poor attempt had been made to seal it up again.

“Why, don’t you come in Sam. I was just having a drink. Maybe you would like a beer or something.”

The boy, or young man that he was really, looked keen at the mention of a drink and Peter stood to one side to wave him past and into the hallway.

 They chatted about how things were at college whilst the older man fixed a glass of beer.

As Sam took his first sip Peter asked,

“So did you enjoy the video?”

“What?” Sam spluttered a bit as he was about to take another drink from the glass.

“The video  that was in my parcel.”

“I didn’t…..”

“Really Sam, there’s no need to lie to me. I can see it’s been opened. The question is, did you enoy it ?.”

“I didn’t watch it. I just looked inside.” Sam was nervous now.

“Yes you did Sam. What I don’t understand though is why you didn’t just push the package through my letter box? You could have done it an anytime and I wouldn’t have known how it got there, would I?”

Sam stood there open mouthed, wishing he was a back at home or at college. Anywhere except in this guy’s kitchen.

“So what did you think Sam? Do you like watching films of girls being spanked? Did it turn you on?”

“Listen, honestly I didn’t watch it. I saw it was personal stuff and I just put it back.”

“We both know that’s not true don’t we. In fact, we both know why you are here don’t we?”

Sam looked across into Peter’s eyes. There was no going back.


“Yes, I guess so. Look I’m sorry this was all a bad mistake. Please don’t say anything to my parents. I will just go home.”

“You’re not going anywhere young man. At least not until you get what you came for. Stay where you are. I will be back in a moment.”

Sam watched as he left the room. His legs were shaking and his stomach was churning. He thought about fleeing. Getting out of the house as quickly as he could,  but his feet remained rooted to the kitchen floor.

In a moment he heard Peter call him.

“Come into the dining room Sam” It was an instruction Sam had to obey.

Peter had taken off his jacket and rolled up his shirt sleeves. In his right hand he held a long cane. To Sam’s eyes it looked very long indeed.

“What happens to liars Sam?”

“They get punished,   Sir.”

The Sir bit had slipped out easily. Sam was well brought up and Peter was gratified that the young man knew his place.

“They get thrashed Sam. They get caned very hard indeed don’t they?.”

“Yes sir.”

“So go the table over there, drop your trousers and pull down your pants. Then bend over You are about to be a star in your own show. ”

“Yes sir. Sorry sir.”

Shaking with fear and excitement Sam bared his bottom and leaned over the table and spread his legs. His strong erection was pressed hard into the cold hard surface.

“Please give me the first stroke.”  Sam asked in a quiet voce, recalling a scene from the video where the very pretty girl in the blue knickers had positioned herself across just such a table, the pleated grey skirt thrown up over her trim waist.

Peter raised the cane high above his shoulders

Yes, he thought, this was indeed a very well mannered young man.

Sam shivered and clenched his white cheeks together as he heard the cane zip in the air in practice strokes behind him.

“Relax your bottom Sam. This is going to take some time."


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Recomposed from a story that I read years ago, only it had different characters then.
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