A Collection of Short Stories for 2011
|by Y Lee Coyote|
Copyright on this story text belongs at all times to the original author only, whether stated explicitly in the text or not. The original date of posting to the MMSA was: 04 Sep 2011
The following story is fiction for the SSC. The story contains a scene of a school boy strapping at home. If this subject is offensive, uninteresting or if you are a minor (i.e., child) please leave now.
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The walk home seemed ten times longer than normal. Blake already knew what was on the agenda for this evening at 21h30 sharp. He knew that the school had called his parents and set the time. There was not anything he could do about it now. He wished that he had tried harder when the altercation was escalating while he was getting stuff from his locker after the fourth period. That it was not his fault he was certain, nevertheless at 21h30 the Judicial Punishment Unit would enter the house. By the time they left there would be a well-strapped bottom. It would be a deep red, swollen, and a fiery pain center that would remain that way for a week. The JPU had just the proper equipment – straps and most willing strong arms to wield them to inflict horrific damage on a kid's ass. The poor kid's parents had to watch and sign off on the punishment. As an object lesson the kid's siblings also had to watch.
Blake was sick already and it was only 15h30. At 16h00 his big brother Milton came home. He too knew what was about to happen but he did not seem terribly concerned. "It's just part of growing up in this town." he said. He brought up milk and cookies for two. "Best do your homework now, little bro. You don't want the JPU coming around again tomorrow. Several of my classmates have already survived this ordeal."
Blake was amazed at how Milt could do his homework without concern about what would happen later. Blake struggled to even achieve a minimal acceptable effort. At dinner, the upcoming strapping was not discussed at all. Blake could only pick at his dinner while Milt ravishingly cleared his plate. They returned to their room to do their homework until the JPU would arrive.
At 21h25 they were called from their room to await the JPU in the family room. Their mother was holding their little sister and explaining for the umpteen time what was about to happen and why.
The bell rang and Dad admitted the JPU. They checked identities and the scheduled punishment. The miscreant dropped his jeans (exposing his buttocks) and bent over the end of the couch. The heavy strap was raised and brought crashing down on the target repeatedly. Everything was as planned. Each hard stroke inflicted great pain and caused the boy to yell. That was expected and was not taken as a sign of weakness. The punishment completed, the JPU took a photo and left.
Blake's little sister was crying in sympathy just like after she got a hand spanking from Mom. Blake and Milt returned to their room.
"It's OK brother; we'll get over this. You couldn't have stopped my fight with that jackass so stop blaming yourself." He paused and got a tube from his pack. "Now, be useful and rub this SportsCream® on my butt, Blake."
Blake admired his big brother more than ever.
© Copyright A.I.L. September 4, 2011
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