The Final Chapter.

Frozen to the spot, not out of fear but more from anticipation, I waited for her approach. But non came. I could hear no footsteps, just my own breathing and the faint thump in my eardrums. Several times I wanted to turn my head to see if she was still sat at her chair, but resisted the temptation, convinced that this was a test of my resolve, of my will power. Then suddenly I heard them, from the far side of the room came footsteps, getting ever closer until I could palpably sense her presence behind me. Her breath just perceivable on my naked back. I startled at her voice, even though her tone was quite calm and quiet.
    'Put your hands behind your back and do not resist me.'
Doing exactly that, my heart started pounding in my chest, this was exciting, the unknown, the tension.
    I heard the chink of metal first, then my left wrist was clad with something cool yet not metallic. I was still puzzling this when my other wrist felt the same sensation. A resistance as I eased my hands apart told me the answer but before I could say anything she spoke again.
    'I don't want you to panic, you must stay calm, do you understand?'
    'Yes miss,' my answer quite natural and unhurried.
Her breath closer now and at the back of my neck, I felt her body press lightly against my bottom and her hands came into blurred view but briefly. I caught sight of something in her hands, then darkness blanked my eyes.
    Try as I might, my chest pounded and my whole body suddenly trembled, uncontrollably. My knees ready to give way at any moment. She spoke again, this time on my right side, her hand placed firmly in my middle back.
    'Try to stay calm Gary, I'm going to put something around your neck, it won't be tight, you will not choke, ok?'
    My mind unable to take this in, I barely felt her afix it around my neck, only the sound of thumping in my ears and then something cold and heavy resting down my chest and stomach. Then it lifted, pulling ever so slightly on my neck, just the weight of it.
    'I'm going to lead you to another room Gary, it isn't far, there is nothing to trip on, alright?' Her words now slightly trembled and yet I could tell there was a certain excitement in them. Shuffling at first, then slightly larger steps as the pull on my neck urged me on, I was only glad that my legs had not let me down. Glad to move again.
    I didn't count the steps, had no idea how far we'd gone when suddenly her hand was flat on my chest, stopping me dead. Then it left.
    'We are here Gary, now I want you to move your feet together,' her voice at a slight distance. I complied and in a moment I felt a wide strap wrap around both ankles, firmly pulled together so that bone pressed hard against bone.
    Suddenly the blindfold was ripped away with the sound of velcro and my eyes adjusted to the half dim light quickly. In front of me stood a low gymnasium horse, It's surface of light brown suede bouncing light from it.

      She was again behind me when she spoke, 'I'm going to cane you Gary, the twelve strokes you should have got earlier, only this time you will not move out of position.' Her voice had changed, deeper somehow, menacing.
    Looking down is my natural reaction to such news and so it was only then that I saw that my feet were not only strapped together but also attached to a ringlet in the floor.
    'I'm going to untie your hands now, if you struggle you will fall over and I will beat you where you lay,' the menace spat out with full meaning.
Hands released, she walked purposefully round me, taking my left arm with her. Walking past the other side of the horse she pushed it closer with her hips until it pressed against my groin.
    'Bend over,' she instructed, keeping a hold of my arm. The fabric feeling cool against my midriff, I watched as she quickly wrapped an already secured leather strap to my left wrist. Repeating the process with my other arm I went limp, all tension released from my body. I was truly at her mercy.
    She walked out of eyesight to my left but her footsteps betrayed her presence as they clacked on the wood flooring. A pause, then they approached again, stopped, then a swish cut the silence, followed by several undefinable number of swishes. I swallowed hard against the collar around my neck, beads of sweat beginning to appear on my forehead.
    'You need not count these strokes Gary, they will come at a pace of my choosing, but you will say sorry mistress after each one, understood?'
    I nodded my head, unable to bring any voice forth. That would soon be rectified.
Her footsteps neared, then stopped. I felt the light touch of her cane brush my bottom three times then......
Swish thwack! It bit into my cheeks with searing ferocity.
    'Sorry mistress,' my voice miraculously returned.
Eleven more times I had to repeat those words, twelve burning stripes cutting red lines across my bottom.

    Quickly, she released all my shackles and as I stood and turned to face her, she threw herself bodily to the floor infront of me, her head buried between her knees.
    'Did I play my part well master?
    'Was I a convincing mistress for you sir?'


           Well, what do you think?


Hope someone has enjoyed this (not so short story).
I certainly enjoyed writing it....

Kind regards,
Garyntboy.      
   

Miss Jeanies' House (a fantasy continued).

She stood in the doorway, one hand resting on its' framework, the other on the edge of the half opened door. Her white blouse rippling slightly in the early evening breeze, showing just the very top of a tight cleavage. I'd checked on my watch just a few moments before, eight o' clock on the dot. Now I stood facing her, her glasses perched at the very end of a pencil thin nose.
    'You are on time Gary, that is a good start, please, come on in.' She pushed the door ajar a little more so as to allow me entry but did not move from her position. As I carefully brushed past her I caught the whiff of her perfume, not unpleasant, and yet familiar, like a woodland just after a rain shower. My mind was immediately brought back to earth as a slap landed on my left bottom cheek, her words quickly following, 'hurry along boy, we haven't got all day!'
    The door closed behind me and I paused to allow her to overtake me in the hallway, her pace was slow and quite deliberate as I followed her to a large open planned living room. I have to admit I could not take my eyes off her petite but rounded bottom as it jostled beneath her black cotton skirt. Loins tingling and the beginnings of an erection was pressing ever harder on my trouser front.
    Having lead me to the far end of the living room, she then turned, pointed at a desk and chair that was nestled alongside the wall, then simply said, 'sit.' Complying without a word, I saw on the desk several blank sheets of paper and a pencil. I then heard her put something down on the floor behind me and so turning my head, I saw her sitting on a wooden wicker backed chair, not more than four feet away from me. She glared at me, her glasses now gone, but in her hand she held a black, oblong  shaped paddle. Square silver studs on one side, but as she patted her other hand with it, I could see the other side was plain.
    'Turn around boy, you will write down ten reasons as to why I should not spank you with this paddle and you have five minutes to do so.'
    The very word 'spank' only increased the pressure down below and with inner devil now fully awakened, I simply wrote down, 'because I will enjoy it', and put down my pencil.
    Five minutes is an interminably long time to wait, knowing full well that I was about to be turned over her knee with a hard on and so, I tried desperately to think of grannies undies on a washing line or muddy rugby shirts in a pile on the changing room floor. Anything to get this pounding member to relax.
    The noise of a chair moving slightly then a wisp of breath in my hair told me she was immediately behind me. Buttocks clenched a little as she leaned over and took the paper from the desktop. Expecting a storm to hit, I dipped my head slightly into my shoulders and inwardly cringed.
    'Well then my boy, I shall make it my goal to ensure that you don't enjoy it, come here now!'
The last three words spoken in louder, harsher terms, as she sat back down again.
    'Strip,' her words not registering in my head, I blinked and was about to say 'what?' when she repeated the instruction. 'Strip, now boy!'
    Face flushed a hot crimson, I began unbuttoning my shirt, hoping that the delay would buy time for willy to die down. But alas, by the time my pants were the only thing left, her patience snapped. With a swift tug and a momentary snag, they were down, but male member had sprung back up.
    'You won't have that for much longer boy, over my knee.'
My focus not on her knees but on the bare thighs, half clad in black stockings, I lowered myself over, purposely pressing my cock against her left thigh. The cold surface of the paddle against my bottom suddenly left and then smacked down with a sting and a crack that made me flinch, eyes shut and mouth open, there was no time for the first burn to set in before the second one cracked down. The pain and heat growing with every spank, my breath increasing almost to a panting, I could stand my silence no longer. Ows became howls and then oaths of the gutter. But still she would not relent, the blows harder with every swear word I uttered. My squirming and writhing over her knee must have been some signal to her that the spanking should cease. Either that or she was just plain worn out herself. Whatever the reason, she now rested her hand on my burning hot buttock, her torso also heaving up and down as mine was. The pause, most welcome as it was, but I knew in my heart of hearts that all was not over. I waited for her to speak.
    'Stand up and get over to that corner boy,' she said with a somewhat breathless voice. Six paces later and I was facing a cool blue painted wall, my hands just begging to rub back some feeling into my pulsating bottom, but instead they instinctively went to rest on my head.
    Then the chair behind me moved again.........
   


Kind regards,
Garyntboy.
       

MISS.. interpretation

Never do today what you can put off till tomorrow, or that used to be my philosophy, until that is, when Miss found out that the tax form hadn't been filled out or the c.v. that I was supposed to create. And so, retribution  was at hand.......

Quite literally in fact.
Those bloody fingers of hers' sting really bad, I reckon she must soak them in some kind of chemical to harden them up !!!
But, not content with the way I responded to the spanking, she decided that the paddle must come out of the closet......Hell...

 Never let it be said that Miss leaves a job half finished, I now have three hours to get my paperwork up to date.....OR ELSE !

Kind regards,
Gary quite sore ntboy.

Thrashwells revisited.

Not long now until all sins will be revealed and punishments applied to the pupils of Thrashwells. I can see them now, the stern faces of teachers just itching to put an innocent (well, not quite so innocent) pupil over their knee for a sound spanking. Legs kicking and howls of protest being ignored, they will go about their tasks with great gusto. Just as well then that I will not be among them, for you see before you, a much changed boy. Gone are the days when trouble was my middle name, gone are those cheeky remarks that used to get this poor soul into much trouble and even more stripes across his posterior.
Yes dear readers, I go to Thrashwells to actually LEARN something. Be it moths (I'm not sure of which country of origin yet) or P.E. (which by the way stands for pub excursion I believe). But the seat of learning will be my home for a day and much excitement will ensue as the day gets ever closer.
The headmaster I'm sure, will have very little to do throughout the school day and so I look forward to making his acquaintance once again where we can discuss many subjects of interest.
It will be so much easier to relax into the school day, as I will this time, know at least some of the other pupils.
I just hope the bus driver can remember the way this time.



Gary....oh so angelic ntboy.