Recently, I received a story from a contributor to the Library of Spanking Fiction, who asked if I would be willing to post it on the blog. While this blog is primarily a personal indulgence, it occurred to me that it wouldn't hurt to let someone else have a say now and then. After all, it allows me to persuade myself I'm not really so narcissistic as my staff of therapists insists....
PERCEPTIONS AGAIN
by Lewis Stone
(aka Canadian Spankee)
Suzy had a tight grip on Arnold’s wrist along with his elbow
as she pulled him toward his bedroom.
Arnold was trying to retreat to the living room, or better still to the
front door of the house to get out. They
had been in a wrestling match for the past five minutes when Arnold refused to
bend over her knee after she had told him several times. Whatever the reason for his spanking was now
minor compared to the fight to determine whether he had to follow her
instructions for the next two months while his parents were in Australia. Suzy was four years older and had spent
considerable time looking after him when he was younger.
Arnold had heard his father say to Suzy, “Please do not
hesitate to put Arnold over your knee and paddle him any time you think he
deserves it.” His mother then added
while looking directly at him, “He is used to getting his butt walloped. We always pull his pants and shorts
down. I hope you do the same.”
He had requested to stay by himself in the family home, but
his dad said three months was too long to leave any eighteen-year-old boy up to
his own devices. Arnold argued to the
point where his mom had brought the paddle out and threatened to use it unless
he agreed with them. Knowing the paddle
would burn his butt, he accepted living with Suzy, but that did not mean he
liked or agreed with it.
They got along fine for the first ten days, and then things
had gone downhill from there. He missed
three night curfews in a row and failed to do any of his chores around the
house for the entire week. Missing that
final curfew by over an hour had bought the order from Suzy to bend over her
knee, but he refused. The fight was on
and he had not expected her to be stronger than him.
Their fight did not include punches and kicks one would
associate with a street fighter, rather one where Arnold tried to stop her from
forcing him to do something. He
considered punching hard enough to knock her down, but was not sure of the
results if he did that. He had no desire
to hurt Suzy, and the fact was, she was no slouch physically and would likely
punch and kick back. Suzy may involve
the police if things went that far and moving out would mean his parents would
come home. They would make his life a
living hell for a month if not longer.
Suzy was getting madder by the minute, “Arnold, quit
fighting this minute. I guarantee you
will pay for it over my knee for much longer than you want to be there.”
He was pulling back and almost slipped out of her grasp, but
she managed to grab him with her other hand before he could get back to the
living room. To stop the procession to
his bedroom where he knew her paddle waited for him on the bed, he sat down in
the middle of the hallway. Suzy sighed
and said, “Have it your way mister. I
warned you, so remember that.”
Grabbing his one leg, she removed his shoe and sock, and
then did the same to his other foot.
Once his shoes were off, she started tugging at the legs of his
jeans. Arnold wore jeans that fit half
way down his butt because that was the style of the day. This was the one time he regretted he always
followed the latest styles. He tried to
hold on to his jeans with one hand while trying to pry her hands off his pant
leg with the other, but knew he was losing ground when he saw his pants down at
his knees and going down faster every moment.
Giving up on keeping his jeans on Arnold tried to scramble
back to the front of the house. He made
it about ten steps before he tripped on his pants now around his ankles and
fell to the floor face first. Suzy
grabbed both his feet and started dragging him toward the bedroom. The ten steps he had taken in the opposite
direction soon disappeared and he ended up almost right at his bedroom door
before he managed to grab onto the bathroom doorjamb and stop his backward
movement.
“I will not tell you again Arnold, give up now! You are going to lose whether you want to
admit it or not, so things are only going to get worse from here on. Stand up and get in the bedroom now!”
Arnold did not take more of a second to look at her and
scowl while shouting, “I will not let you spank me. I am too old to be spanked, and for you to be
taking off my pants off, you pervert!”
Hearing him call her a pervert was the last straw for Suzy,
there was no way she was going to accept such crap from a teenager who thought
the world owed him everything while he did as little as possible. She grabbed both his ears and twisted them
hard enough that he squealed in pain.
“Now Arnold you have a choice, you can do as I say or I will continue
twisting, entirely up to you.”
Arnold stood up, but refused to walk for the first thirty
seconds and then one-step at a time he edged closer to the bedroom. He would manage to break her grip on one of
his ears, but Suzy would hold on to and twist his other ear. Gradually he was getting closer and closer to
that paddle on the bed and being over her knee.
Arnold felt tears appear in his eyes as the frustration of
losing a battle he knew he had lost within the first minute of starting it,
welled up inside him. He managed to stop
walking about three feet from the bed and fought successfully to almost escape,
but almost was not good enough. He
managed to go back two feet before having to go toward the bed once again. Finally, in complete exasperation he dropped
his hands by his side and yelled, “OK, you win!
I give up!”
Suzy quickly guided him to stand beside the bed. “You stay right there and don’t you dare move
one muscle!”
Keeping an eye on him, she shut the door to the bedroom and
stood by the corner of the bed, within easy reach of her paddle. She was prepared if he made a move to escape,
so when he bolted toward the door she was ready for him. Suzy stuck her foot out in front of him and
he crashed to the floor in a heap.
“Not so fast mister!
Now stand up and get back over here unless you want to continue this
fight. I suggest you give up right now.”
Arnold lie on the floor and considered his chances of
escape. She was between him and the door,
and there was no other way out of the room.
He considered just lying there, but did not want to give her an
opportunity to twist his ears again.
Suzy spoke again, “I said get up and stand by the bed
now! You got ten seconds or else I will
take it you want to fight again. I am
counting to ten Arnold.”
She got to eight before he stood and moved beside the
bed. She maintained her position between
him and the door while she gave more orders.
“Now remove your shirt and your underpants and put them on the bed. Do it now Arnold, or else!”
He removed his shirt, but hesitated on taking down his
underwear. Suzy’s firm voice cut through
the dead silence in the room. “Arnold
you do not have anything I have not seen before. I baby sat when you were younger and I
spanked that bare bottom of yours many times.
Get those shorts off; you will not like it if I have to do it.”
When Arnold finally threw his shorts on the bed, she knew he
would no longer run. She could tell by
his downcast attitude he had given up the fight, even if it was only because he
had lost the physical battle he never expected to lose.
She sat on the corner of the bedside, pushing her thighs
right up against him. Arnold had not had
a growth spurt since he was fourteen so he was on the short side for a teenager
his age. The fact he was short paid off
as now Suzy’s thighs covered his groin area.
Suzy picked up his chin in her hand and looking in his eyes
said, “You may never believe this Arnold, but I love you like I would my own
brother if I had one. With your parents
away so much when you were under fourteen, I felt like your sister, and I still
have those feelings toward you.”
Arnold nodded; his feelings for her were much as if she was
his sister. “I could have stayed at home
by myself, and this would not have happened.
Why did my parents force me to stay here? I could have stayed home and there would be
no trouble.”
She could hear the frustration in his voice before she
replied, “Well first off, you broke your curfew three nights in a row, and you
have not done a single chore around this house for a week. Do you think that is a sign of a man able to
stay home by himself for three months without getting into trouble?”
He only shrugged his shoulders in response, so Suzy continued. “Your parents do not want to have you in
trouble because they failed in looking after you. Having you live here was supposed to be
fun. I was looking forward to having a
man around the place.”
“Really, you wanted me to come?”
Suzy looked at him, “Yes Arnold I wanted you here. I thought we could be two adults instead of
having the child babysitter relationship.
I wanted a new relationship between us as adults loving the other as kin
do. A relationship of mutual respect,
two equals who have an understanding.”
Arnold looked at her, “I would like the same, but I am still
mad about having to live here. I am an
adult and want to be treated like one.”
By the time he finished speaking, he felt a tear roll down his
cheek. He had not realized just how deeply
he meant what he had said.
Suzy reached over and hugged him, and then sat back and
picked up her paddle. “You know we have
to settle what happened here, don’t you?
I cannot and will not put up with you living here and not abiding by the
rules. If you were my roommate I would
ask you to leave, but this is different so you know what is going to happen
now, right?”
Arnold lowered his head, “I do not want you to paddle me,
treat me like you would an adult.”
Suzy could hear the rebellion in his voice. She knew she would have another fight on her
hands if she did not act quickly. She
put her hand around the back of his neck and pushed down toward her knee, all
the while saying, “Enough of the attitude mister, over you go and don’t even
think about trying to fight anymore!”
He fought for ten seconds and then allowed himself to be
pushed over her lap. Arnold knew she had
to strength to over power him if it came to that, and now without any clothing
he had no place to escape anyway. Soon
he felt his toes leave the floor on one side of her lap while his nose was just
inches from the carpet on the other side.
He knew he had about thirty seconds to rebel if he was going to do so,
as once the paddling started he would submit to her.
He was trying to wiggle off her knee when he felt the first
paddle smack across his one butt cheek, quickly followed by another across the
other cheek, followed by a third across the middle of his bottom. His reacted by saying “ow” and jerking his
head up in response to each whack on his bare bottom. The paddle was coming down at the rate of
ninety per minute so he had no time to think between the smacks on his bare
butt.
Suzy knew he had ideas of rebelling so as soon as his
position allowed her paddle access to his bum, she started smacking him. She held the paddle twelve inches away before
bringing it across his rear end. She
knew the speed of the smacks would end any thoughts he may be having. He was still in a fight or flight mode and
she had to get the thought of escape out of his mind.
Arnold’s thoughts of flight took just over a minute before
he gave up; realizing he had lost the battle.
The more smacks she succeeded in delivering the more he became subject
to her control. Soon all he could think
about was her wooden paddle and he started pleading with her to stop. His pleas included saying he would do
anything she wanted. In addition, he
included statements of how sorry he was for his behaviour.
Suzy felt him give in after smacking his ass two dozen
times. His pleas while she continued
rising and letting the paddle fall where it may, convinced her that she had won
the fight, at least for the day anyway.
She settled into a routine of thirty-five times a minute, raising the
paddle eighteen inches before bringing it down.
She could tell by his actions both physically and vocally that he was
feeling everything she wanted him to experience.
Arnold was not aware of the passing of time or any other
experience besides that paddle smacking his backside. He kicked, bounced, and writhed on Suzy’s lap
the entire time, all the while pleading between howling and sobbing for it to
stop. Life for him during those few
minutes consisted solely of her paddle and his butt. They were the only two things in the world
that existed for him at that time.
Stopping her paddle after four minutes, she let him settle
down before she spoke. “Arnold, you will
stand up and go get me the bath brush from the shower stall in my room. When you return, you will go back over my lap
and I will paddle you again for fighting after I warned you that things would
get worse for you. Now get going and be
quick about it.”
Arnold pleaded one more time, “Please Suzy, let’s just
forget about it.”
Suzy shook her head, “No Arnold, we are not going to just
forget this. This could have been over
an hour ago if you had done what I told you in the first place. A few dozen good whacks from my hand and your
promise to behave were all it would have taken.
You need someone to be an adult in your life and right now, I am
it. Go get that bath brush, the longer
you take the longer I am going to use it to smack that bare bum of yours.”
He left the bedroom at a slow walk and she heard him enter
her room and shut the door. Suzy sat on
his bed and waited. She knew that
bringing her that bath brush was likely the hardest thing he may have done in
his life and decided to give him time to think about the paddling he would
receive. She was determined that he
would learn to follow instructions and obey the rules, it was something all
teens learned before becoming adults in her mind.
Five minutes later and hearing no movement she went to find
him. Entering her bedroom, she saw the
open window and knew he had left the house.
A check in her closet revealed he had taken a pair of her jeans and a
western style shirt before climbing out the window. He had boots on the back porch and she had no
doubt they would be gone as well. She
sighed knowing the fight would start again when he returned later that day.
She called the police when he had not shown up by the next
morning, but they would not get involved with a missing eighteen-year-old until
they had been gone over twenty-four hours.
The next day she found he had cleared out his saving account of all of
his college savings, having told the bank he needed to pay his tuition in
advance. The police search was not
successful until almost eight months later.
Arnold had turned nineteen and the police told his family he was alive
and well, but would not reveal his location because he had requested no contact
with them.
His parents returned early from Australia to help search for
him, but Arnold never contacted them or any other relative until two years
later. Suzy was getting back from a
friend’s wedding one afternoon when a young man walked up to her.
“Hello Suzy, I hear you have been looking for me.”
Suzy spun in her tracks, “Arnold? It is you!
Where have you been, your parents are worried!”
Arnold shrugged, “Where I have been or where I go is not
anybody’s business.”
Suzy could see he had grown much taller and had filled out
in his body. “Why did you run away
Arnold? Was it so bad just because I
paddled you?”
Arnold shrugged, “It was my perception of what was happening
that day Suzy, and without a way to break that perception at the time, those
perceptions became truth. At least to me
it was the truth. My parents never asked
my consent or opinion on what I wanted, I had to obey, or they would paddle
me. You paddled me against my will and
would have continued until I broke and submitted to you without question. I swore an oath when I was fifteen that
besides my parents no one would control me without my consent. Considering my mental and emotional state at
the time, I would have killed myself rather than let you control me, so running
was the only way out I could see.”
Suzy shook her head, “That was not my intention at all
Arnold, and you know it is far from the truth.
Why would I ever do that to someone I loved?”
He turned to leave while saying, “It was just my perception
of things at the time Suzy. That was all
it was, just perceptions that to me were truth, whether in fact those
perceptions were true or not. I now know
those perceptions were not right and decided you had to do what you did after
all.”
Suzy nodded, “I was right all the time Arnold, you should
have taken the paddling. You deserved
everything you got that night and more.”
He nodded and going to his car, he came back carrying a bath
brush. The brush was eighteen inches
long and had a large oval head over two inches in breadth. “I know you told me to bring your bath brush
Suzy, I am hoping you will find this one will do the same job.”
She looked at him as he passed her the brush. It has a good weight to it and knew it could
deliver a mean sting to any bare bottom it had in front of it. “Come with me mister, you have taken way to
long in bringing me the brush. I told
you the longer you took the more I would paddle you and that is exactly what I
plan to do.”
They were soon in the same bedroom he had been over her lap
two years earlier. “Strip off Arnold,
and I do not want a single word out of your mouth or one little bit of
fighting. Is that perfectly clear?”
While he stripped, she went to find her paddle. He would get the spanking he would have got
if he had not run away that night. Suzy
found him completely naked and standing by the bed. “OK Arnold, that is much better than the last
time.”
She sat on the corner of the bed and placing her hand on the
back of his neck she pulled him across her knee. This time there was no resistance and soon
his butt cheeks were on her lap in a perfect position for spanking. She limited her hand slaps to around two dozen
as she could tell it was having little or no effect on him. Picking up her paddle, she knew things would
be different and his physical reactions to the smacks soon proved her thinking
correct.
Arnold enjoyed the hand spanking, but once he got over
twenty from her paddle, much of the enjoyment of being over her knee was fading
fast. He started kicking his feet slowly
and moving his butt from side to side trying to avoid the paddle, which of
course was impossible. Soon his feet
were moving at a much faster pace and he felt himself starting to buck up and
down on her lap, the sting was coursing though his entire body.
Once he was moving on her lap and his voice let her know
that her paddle had done its work, Suzy stopped just long enough to pick up the
bath brush. Starting in with a hard
smack to his left butt cheek that made him howl, she started to lecture, all
the while bringing the brush down hard and fast at least twenty-five times a
minute.
“You had no business running away mister, none at all. We all worried for the past two years and not
a word from you. Your parents gave up
their plans in Australia because of you and I spent time and money looking for
you. You are not getting off my lap
until I feel you have paid the price, and right now you have a long way to go.”
Arnold was far from thinking about anything besides that
bath brush that smacked his bare backside too many times for his liking. He wondered why he had ever decided that
things with Suzy had to be finished in order to continue their friendship. His bucking and writhing on her lap was now
constant as was his toes pounding a beat of the floor on the other side of the
chair. Tears and slobber were dripping
down his face; he had no control over anything besides crying out loudly to
every smack of that brush.
Suzy let him stand in the corner for over half an hour
before taking him back over her lap for a good ten-minute spanking from her
hand. Arnold found himself in the corner
again for another half an hour and hoped things were over. Soon however, he felt her paddle whacking his
bum again for another five minutes.
Suzy took him out of the corner the third time and twisting
his ear so he had to look at her she started to speak. “You will be back here one week from today
Arnold and we are going to repeat what happened here today. You will not run away because if you do and I
see you again I will spank you again and again until you stop running, am I
clear?”
He nodded his head while sobbing out, “Yes ma’am.”
“Good boy, let’s hope you have learned not to run away from
situations you cannot control. Now get
dressed and meet me in the kitchen in half an hour. I want to hear everything you did all the
time you were gone.”
There are still divisions in his extended family on the
issue of why he ran and stayed away so long.
Many people blame Arnold for running away, some blame Suzy for treating
him the way she did. A number of people
blame Arnold’s parents although they deny having anything to do with his
decision to run away, they were in Australia.
Others just shrug their shoulders and wonder how one’s perceptions of
anything in life could be so wrong, or so right?
