The night was still young when Andrew and his friends
arrived outside the night club. Already fuelled by a considerable quantity of
alcohol consumed before they had even left the college campus, the three young
men were out to ‘paint the town red’. After all reaching your majority was
surely an excuse for a celebration. Andrew was 21 years of age.
Raised in a succession of foster homes, Andrew never knew
his parents; his father had absconded the moment his mother announced she was
pregnant leaving the 16 year old girl to fend for herself. A succession of men
all used and abused the young girl and at the age of three Andrew was removed
into care and never saw his mother again.
The party got really loud and everyone had a good time,
Somehow during the course of the night Andrew had got separated from his
companions and after getting chucked out of the night club he staggered down a
side street where the urge to throw up overwhelmed him and leaning against the
fence he succumbed to the inevitable and emptied the contents of his stomach.
Now the initial heaving withdrew and he was left with a sickly taste in his
mouth. Spying a tap on the back wall of the house Andrew decided that anything
was preferable to the vile taste still lingering on his taste buds so he tried
to scale the wall in order to get to the tap; however in his drunken state he
lost his balance whilst still perched on top of the wall. He fell with enough
noise to wake the dead and a splash as he fell into a pond. A loud expletive
issued from his lips as he emerged coughing and spluttering, the stagnant smell
reacting with the vile sick smell and taste in his mouth. As he wiped his face
he stopped as he saw that his antics and the fact he had made such a noise he
had woken the occupant of the house up.
He looked at her, all dressed for bed and wearing a long T
–shirt with a logo that said “Don’t try to understand me, just love me”. At the
moment however the look on her face said anything but. She was pissed, really
pissed. Grabbing the startled young man by the ear she marched him through her
garden, up the stairs into her kitchen where she directed him to a chair.
Releasing him she told him to sit “NOW”
She fetched a towel from the closet in the hall and on
returning to the kitchen she handed Andrew the towel and told him “You smell
like a brewery and you stink, there is a shower through that door, use it,
leave your clothes by the door, I will bring you something to wear until your
clothes dry. Is that understood? ”
“Please Miss, I am sorry for waking you, there is no need
for you to...”
“Young man, I did not ask you for an apology, I asked you if
you understood what I told you, did your mother not teach you anything.”
“I don’t have a mother Miss, and I do understand. Through
that door, you said Miss?”
“Yes and my name is Vicky, what is your name?”
I am Andrew Miss Vicky and thank you”.
Fifteen minutes later Andrew emerged from the shower feeling
much better. Vicky had, true to her word, gathered his clothes and put them in
the washing machine. She looked up as Andrew entered the kitchen and smiled at
him. “Feeling better now?” she asked as he sat down across the table from her
“Yes maam, I err mean Vicky”
Without asking she poured a steaming mug of coffee in front
of him.
“Andrew, I would like to apologise for my insensitivity
earlier when I asked if your mother never taught you anything”
“That’s ok... Maam, I mean Vicky, I never knew my mother you
see I was a ward of the state until...” He looked at his watch and then looking
up again he said “until 3 hours ago”
“So” she said, it is your birthday and you decided to
celebrate with your mates I take it. If that is the case, you have a poor
choice in friends if they left you all alone on your birthday. What happened to
them?”
“I really don’t know, one minute they were with me, the
next, they had disappeared and I was getting chucked out into the street. We
were watching a dancer. My friend tried to give her some cash but he ended up
falling all over her.”
“He ended up falling all over her because you got sick and
threw up all over his feet, he slipped and that was why he fell on top of the
dancer.”
“You mean...that’s why they disappeared, the fucking rats...”
A hard slap stopped the young man in mid sentence
“I do not like the swearing young man. If you were my son
and you spoke like that, you would be getting your mouth washed out with soap.
In fact if you swear again I will wash your potty mouth out with soap.”
Andrew quickly apologised, promising to mind his language.
“It was you then, the dancer. I’ve kind of messed up,
haven’t I?
“Nothing that cannot be put right, your coffee is getting
cold; drink it before it is cold and I will make you a fresh cup.”
“Yes Maam”, said Andrew as he drank the coffee in a single
gulp.
Maam, may I ask a personal question.”
After giving Andrew permission Vicky sat down after first
putting a fresh cup of coffee in front of Andrew.
“Well Maam, when you
told me off you mentioned a son, yet here you are alone.”
“Yes Andrew I do have a son, but I have not seen him for 17
years, you see I got into trouble because of alcohol and my son was taken into
care. He is 21, in fact it was his birthday yesterday. Hardly a day goes by
when I don’t have him in my thoughts. To tell you the truth, I was simply going
to call the police when you woke the world up, you for some reason remind me of
him. I decided that you deserved a break and that’s why you and I are sat in my
kitchen drinking coffee.”
“Thank you maam...”
Vicky interrupted Andrew saying “there is no need to be so
formal, I told you my name is Vicky.”
“I know Maam, for some reason I find it difficult to be so
forward but you remind me of my mother, what little I can remember of her. She
must be around 40 now, she had long light brown hair, I know she was very young
when I was born, that is all the social services would tell me”
“That is ok Andrew, if it will make you feel more at ease
then by all means call me what you wish.”
“Thank you Maam, it is good of you to care and I appreciate
your kindness, after all I have done and the way I have messed up tonight. Yet something
tells me I am still in trouble.”
“Yes you are in trouble, but I want to know why you think
you are. Can you tell me why you are in trouble?”
“Yes maam, I am in trouble because I climbed over your
property wall, fell into your pond and woke the neighbourhood.”
“Not bad, you are a bright boy, now what do you think should
happen to you.”
“I am not sure, I suppose that depends on you, I mean I
could repaint the wall, do some chores for you”
“Not quite what I had in mind, however you did say that it
depended on me, is that not so.”
“Yes Maam, it does depend on you, but I don’t think I am
going to like what you have in mind.”
“Andrew I can tell you that I would do exactly what I plan
to do with you with my own son if he was foolish enough to do what you did
tonight.”
“But I was celebrating my birthday; surely there is nothing
wrong with that?”
“Tell me Andrew, how much did you drink tonight?”
Andrew hung his head and while looking at the floor softly
said; “a lot”
Vicky reached out and gently lifted his chin, forcing the
young man to look at her. “How much is a lot Andrew?”
“Feeling very sheepish Andrew began to count aloud, “Well
there was the four pints at the college dorm, three more at the Slug and Fiddle plus about four or five Vodka and
red bulls”
“Tell me you are kidding” said Vicky in shock as the young
man recited the litany of alcohol abuse he indulged in. “Do you want to kill
yourself or worse kill someone else”
Andrew hung his head in remorse as Vicky scolded him for
being so foolish and drinking like he did.
“I am sorry Maam”
“You ought to be young man, you see I lost my son because of
my drinking and I have never forgiven myself. The last thing I would want is
for you to do the same. For this I think you deserve a spanking.”
Before Andrew realized it he had jumped up “You have got to
be fucking joking, a spanking. I am too old for this shit...”
Vicky stood and grabbed the startled young man by the ear
again and half dragged him still muttering into the bathroom where she after
delivering a series of hard spanks to Andrew’s backside, released his ear and
after lathering a bar of soap said; “open”.
Andrew kept his mouth shut, eliciting a series of hard wet
smacks as Vicky punished his thigh. Andrew opened his mouth to protest only to
find his mouth filled with the soap as Vicky shoved it in.
Coughing and spluttering Andrew stood meekly as Vicky
proceeded to thoroughly soap his mouth, gagging all the while on the vile
taste. Allowing Andrew a glass of water to rinse his mouth she directed the
chastened youngster to the kitchen with a hard spank on the seat of his shorts
where he sat down with alacrity, anything to avoid those stinging spanks.
Looking down at him from her position Vicky said “Too old
for a spanking indeed. You are definitely not too old for a good bare bottomed
spanking my boy and that is exactly what you are going to get”.
All the while she positioned her chair so there was plenty
of room, sat down and calling the trembling youngster to her she directed him
to stand next to her right knee and proceeded to remove the youngsters trousers
and underwear before gently guiding him over her knee.
Before Andrew quite realized it he was staring at the
kitchen floor, the tiled surface about 4 inches from his face and his backside
strategically placed.
Vicky gently rubbed the palm of her hand over the
trembling boy’s upturned bottom watching
as he involuntarily flinched. The moment she saw his bottom relax she raised
her hand up high and brought it down hard on the lily white bottom lying over
her lap. A few seconds later there was an equal hand print on the opposite
cheek.
The shock of the first two spanks to land took Andrews
breath away, he gasped unable to believe that it could hurt so much. No sooner
had the pain disappeared than it began all over again as Vicky began to spank
in earnest.
Vicky, for her part was amazed at how quickly the pristine
white cheeks reddened. Alternating from side to side each succeeding spank
overlapping the previous one slightly. Satisfied at the colour of Andrews
bottom, Vicky switched attack to the tender joint, the so called sit spot, where
bottom and thigh join.
Andrew meanwhile was struggling, the constant barrage of
spanks quickly brought him to the point of tears. His gasps and grunts of pain
became cries, interspersed with the tears came entreaties for mercy, promises
of obedience, pleas for the torment to stop, all to no avail. Finally he broke
down and began to sob, great wracking sobs from deep within his soul, the agony
and pain of his childhood combined with the very real pain he was experiencing
at the hand of Vicky caused the fountain of tears to burst forth.
Vicky kept a watchful eye open for signs that the spanking
was effective , when she saw the floodgates open and heard Andrews cry of
anguish knew the end of the spanking was near. She increased the force and
speed concentrating the last explosive volley on Andrews sit spot.
Meanwhile Andrew was totally unaware that Vicky no longer
spanked, instead she gently whispered to him that it was finished. It took a
further 5 minutes before the sobbing boy raised his head, his vision blurred
and snot and mucus all over his face.
As he stood up his hand flew to his bottom and gently
cradled the steaming flesh. The touch bringing a cry of pain and anguish again
Drumming his feet he danced totally unaware of the fact that Vicky could and
saw everything.
Vicky meanwhile had fetched a facecloth and gently proceeded
to wash the still crying youngsters face. Satisfied he looked reasonably
presentable she opened her arms and enveloped Andrew in a hug, gently drawing
him onto her lap soothing him all the while.
Andrew relaxed as he felt Vicky draw him onto her lap, he
felt safe, instinctively knowing this lady would never harm him. Never in his
life had he experienced such a sense of safety and security. Finally the drink
and spanking began to take its toll on the exhausted young man .
Vicky offered Andrew a bed for the night and as she made up
the bed in the spare room she noticed a scar on Andrew leg. Alone in her
bedroom, Vicky opened a photo album, a picture of a smiling blonde headed young
boy with an identical scar on his leg.
“ You are home my precious boy, at last I have found you”…
