NOTE: This is the sequal to "My Dream". I didn't actually dream this one; I just wrote it up.
Sal and I have had an interesting career together these past few years. I still haven't forgotten Joe, and how I had spanked him naked. That was one of the best days of my life.
Sal informed me that his grandson, let's call him "Tommy", was coming for a visit to the palace. He also said that he was going on an extended vacation with his son, whom we call "Bill", and that I was to take good care of Tommy.
"Sire," I said, "how old is Tommy?"
"He is nine."
"What does he like to eat?"
"He'll tell you."
"Sire," I continued, "what shall I do if he misbehaves?"
Sal thought for a moment. "Do you remember Joe?" he asked me.
"Of course!" I exclaimed.
"Well, there you have it!"
There was a knock at the front doors, and the guards escorted Bill and Tommy in. Bill was tall, blond, and scrawny, and not even close to good-looking. Tommy was very short, blond, like his father, and appeared to be very shy.
"Advisor," Sal said, "I would like you to meet my son, Bill, and my grandson, Tommy."
"How do you do?" I asked.
"We're fine, thanks," Bill said. "Tommy, say hello to Grand-Daddy's advisor."
"Hello," Tommy said softly.
"Ready, Father?" Bill asked.
"Yes," Sal said.
"Now, Tommy, you be good for the advisor, okay?"
"Okay, Daddy," Tommy said, hugging his father.
How sweet, I thought.
Yeah. Sweet, my ass! The first days were a disaster. Tommy was a _c_o_c_k_y son of a bitch. He never cleaned up his messes, liked to have food fights, wouldn't go to bed when he was told, and pigged out on candy all day.
"Tommy!" I yelled. "Enough is enough. Now, stop eating that candy and ---" He flung a Jelly Belly at me with a spoon. It hit me right in the eye. "Dammit, Tommy!" I screamed. "That's the last straw!"
"Nuh-uh," Tommy said. He held up a crazy straw. "This is." Then he hurled it at me. It hit me in the mouth and I bit my tongue. I was pissed.
"That is IT!!!!" I began to chase after him. He ran upstairs, laughing that he could out-run me. He hid under the bed, and then popped out and ran back downstairs. I ran after him, and tried a trick of my own. I lied down on the sofa and covered myself with a blanket. I would get him when he came around. I saw his shadow lurk over me, but then I realized, he had something in his hands. I threw the blanket off and sat up---and he brought the frying pan down on my head. He began to crack up. That was it. I grabbed the frying pan out of his hands, grabbed his wrist, and pulled him over my lap.
"What are you doing?" he shrieked.
"What does it look like I'm doing?" I reached for the elastic piece of his jogging pants and ripped them down. I stared at his white underwear.
"NO!!!" he was screaming.
Then I grabbed his underwear by the seat and yanked. His smooth butt stared back at me. He was kicking and yelling, but I held him tight. I then took the frying pan and --- well, you know.
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! I began to paddle his ass with the frying pan. He was screaming his lungs out, but I didn't care. SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! His behind was turning bright red. I was loving every moment of it. SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! I was picturing Joe as I did this! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! Five more and Tommy was shrieking like a banshee.
I decided to put the frying pan down. I then took off my belt. WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! The belt was leaving indentations on his now fiery ass. WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!
"STOP!!!" wailed Tommy. "Please! I'll be good!"
"Yeah, right," I retorted. WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!
"SSSSTTTTTOOOOOOPPPPPP!" Tommy screamed.
After ten more with the belt, I went on to do twenty more with my hand. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK!!!!!!!
"YEOWWWWWWW!!!!" yelled Tommy.
"There," I said. "Now will you be good?"
"Yes," Tommy said, getting off my lap and then rubbing his sore behind. Suddenly, he spit in my face. He tried to run, but I got him.
I sighed. "Here we go again!"