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”…
