The Summons
Part 1
The following story is all true, the events and spanking took place last month. Only the name of my disciplinarian has been changed in order to comply with posting rules. All the characters in this story are adults
Mario
The email came through as Mario sat busy reading some stories online, his windows messenger program having alerted him.
As he opened the email his heart sank as his worst fears were realised, the email was from his aunty Rachel informing him that she wished to see him at her house next week. Although it was time for his monthly appointment with her he knew there was more to this than meets the eye. You see last week he had been to see the doctor following a series of blood tests. One of the tests was the all important sugar level test called the Hba1c. The result of the test proved that Mario had been telling porkies, (a lie) in English idiom. The test measures the blood sugar level in the blood and is expressed as a percentage, 6-8 being an acceptable level. Mario’s level stood at 11.9.
Mario knew he had to inform aunty of the result as failing to do so would result in a fate worse than death, at least in his mind. The very real threat of a switching following a hair brushing as well as a warm up by hand over auntie’s knee was an avenue Mario had no wish to explore.
The final sentence said it all, “do not even think of being late…”
During a previous visit in which aunty Rachel enquired regarding the taking of said medication the hapless boy foolishly told his aunty that he was taking all his medication as well as watching his sweet intake. Now having been caught in a lie the thought of running away became a very attractive prospect. Reason prevailed and with a heavy heart Mario sent off the email informing aunty Rachel of the blood results.
Having done as he was told Mario tried not to dwell on the forthcoming punishment day but his mind being considerably active would not stop thinking about what Aunty Rachel would or would not do. Having being warned as to the penalty for not taking his medication Mario knew that a lengthy hair brushing was a given. He had no way of knowing if aunty Rachel would use the ebony brush which tended to bruise rather than the maple brush which being lighter imparted a wicked sting. What else was coming depended on auntie’s mood at the time.
The week proceeded all too slowly and eventually Mario made his way to auntie’s house ensuring he was on time. Actually he arrived with 5 minutes to spare. Mario took a deep breath and reached out to ring the bell. Before he could ring the bell the door opened and Aunty Rachel stood in front of him.
Dressed in a smart blouse with jeans on and high heel boots she sternly invited the now scared young man into the house. Ever the perfect hostess, even if she was about to blister his bottom shortly, she offered him a cup of tea telling him to sit down while he still could as he would not be able to sit in a little while.
As Mario walked into the sitting room the very first thing he saw was the ebony hair brush lying on top of the fire place. The next thing to catch his eye was the spanking stool positioned in the centre of the open area leaving him in no doubt that aunty Rachel intended to restrain him during the actual hair brushing part of his spanking.
A few minutes later aunty entered the sitting room carrying two mugs of steaming hot tea. With a muted “thank you Aunty Rachel” Mario took the proffered mug and after gently blowing, more to calm his nerves than to actually cool the liquid took a sip of the tea. Looking all the while at a spot on the carpet he kept his eyes downcast, ashamed to look directly at his lovely disciplinarian.
As Mario stared at the spot on the carpet, Rachel carefully watched the frightened young man seated next to her. The tremor in his arm as he raised the mug to his lips and the way he was seated told her that Mario was an extremely frightened young man. Mario sat upright on the leading edge of the chair, legs tight together and drawn up against the front of the sofa. You could see he was not comfortable and as Rachel asked him various questions he answered in monosyllables. Allowing him to fret and stew Rachel drank her tea before speaking again.
“Mario, do you have any idea how disappointed I am in you? Not only have you lied to me but most importantly you have lied to yourself as well as to your mama. You told me you were taking your tablets yet the results of your latest blood test say otherwise. I have done a bit of research into the test you had done and I know this result will cause your doctor to want to put you on insulin. This is your health you are playing with child, you could die from this. Is that what you want?”
Mario heard all aunties Rachel said, however the shame and the emotions took over and as he tried to answer her question, he broke down and began to sob. Allowing this for a few moments Rachel reached out her hand and gently lifted his head forcing Mario to make eye contact with her. With a gentle rebuke she told the penitent young man to save his tears as he would need them for later.
“Why Mario?” she said as she continued to lift his face preventing Mario from averting his gaze.
There was no reasonable answer and Mario knew it.
There was a long silence and after a few minutes Rachel again asked the question Mario had still not answered.
“Why did you lie to all of us Mario? Did you honestly think that we would not discover the truth at some point?”
“No aunty Rachel, I didn’t think….”
“Didn’t think what child?” said Aunty Rachel trying to understand.
“Didn’t think you would discover that I fibbed aunty.”
“Fibbed, that was not a fib young man that was a bare faced lie! Now we have gone down this road before have we not?”
Yes Ma’am we have,” said Mario.
“Where were you when we had this discussion young man?”
“Here, Aunty Rachel, here in this room.”
“And what were you doing when we had this discussion Mario, and look at me when you answer me.”
With a supreme effort Mario looked up from the carpet and looked directly at his aunty before answering, “I was lying over your knee crying while you were spanking me Aunty Rachel.”
“Good boy, you can remember what you were doing then, and exactly what were you told while I was spanking your naughty bottom.”
“You said that if I missed taking my tablets that you would take down my trousers and my underwear and spank me with your ebony hair brush...” Mario stopped speaking and again looked down at the carpet.
“Carry on, what else were you told, Mario.”
Mario looked into the stern eyes looking at him and with a sigh said; “you would not spank me by hand, the spanking would be with the brush and you would not stop until you were convinced my tears were sincere.”
Rachel looked at Mario, seeing the turmoil in his face as he struggled to control his emotions. That Mario was sincere in his remorse she had no doubt, but faced with the very real prospect of his medical condition worsening and having to go onto insulin to control his diabetes Rachel decided the very first time Mario expressed his worry regarding taking his tablets and the risks he faced that if no one or nothing else was going to motivate him into action then a very sore bottom each and every time he failed to take his tablets would ensure his obedience and motivation.
“Mario I want you to tell me how many days you have not taken your tablets, seeing as it is obvious you have not been entirely truthful in the past.”
Mario stood and for the first time this afternoon looked into his auntie’s eyes. The look on his face portraying his shock at having to answer this question. “Please Aunty Rachel I don’t know…”
Deciding to give him a small lifeline she said; “This last month then, how many days did you miss. Surely you can remember that.”
Mario hung his head in shame as he spoke, his voice barely audible. “A week aunty Rachel…”
He spoke so softly that Rachel was not sure she heard correctly; “Mario you will have to speak louder child, I can’t hear you.”
Forcing himself to answer Mario repeated his answer.
“A week, you have missed a whole weeks tablets, how could you be so foolish to play with your health like this. Now how many tablets do you take a day?”
Mario silently counted off each tablet and then said; “depending on which sugar pill I take, either 7 or 9 a day aunty Rachel.
“So that is either 49 or 63 tablets you have not taken, no wonder your blood results are so bad. This stops right here, right now. You little boy are going to get the spanking you deserve. I am going to take these mugs into the kitchen, you are going to move the stool into the middle of the carpet and when I come back I expect to see you standing ready next to the stool in your boxers with your trousers removed and folded on top of your shoes and socks. Is that understood my boy?”
“Yes Ma’am I understand”, said Mario as he started to do his aunties bidding and prepare himself for his spanking.
