To My Esteemed Readers:
Over the years I have read the stories on this site with great interest and pleasure. But I've noticed that you have no spanking mysteries. So I have decided to write one. I have no idea how long it will be or how many chapters, but I do have it plotted out. And you'll never guess how it ends. So sit back and enjoy. If you have any questions or comments (or you just want to try and solve the mystery) then email me at joel_armstrong86@yahoo. ca. By the way. In order to fully understand the story, you must read it in order.
Cast of Characters (So Far)
Ryan...An Eleven Year Old Boy
Jesse...Ryan's Father
Sandra...Ryan's Mother
Mrs. Connors...Stephanie's mother
Chapter One
Jesse sat on the edge of his eleven year old son's bed. It was a quarter past nine and the boy looked tired. But the day wasn't completely over for the young lad.
"I just recieved a phone call from your teacher, Mrs. Wilkins. She told me what happened today. I want to hear your side of the story."
Ryan pushed himself up in his bed. He didn't like the way his father was looking at him. His bottom began to twitch.
"What did she tell you?"
Jesse's expression softened and he leaned back against the headboard. His hand cupped his son's knee through the covers.
"We'll get to that. So what happened?"
Ryan considered telling a lie but knew it was pointless. It would only make everything worse. He sighed.
"I called Stephanie a bad name."
"What name did you call her?"
"I don't want to say it."
"If you could say it to her, than you can say it to me."
Ryan sighed. His father's voice was quite firm. He knew Jesse wouldn't back down on this.
"I called her a bitch."
Jesse nodded.
"I see."
But Ryan wasn't finished yet.
"And I called her mother a bitch too."
Jesse nodded again. He hadn't heard about that one.
"And then i called her grandmother a bitch."
"Do you even know her grandmother?" Jesse wanted to know.
"No."
Jesse nodded again.
"So was their anyone you didn't call a bitch today?"
"That was about it."
Ryan leaned back against the pillow and watched his father.
"Alright. Well that matches up with what your teacher said. So what do you have to say for yourself, son?"
Ryan squirmed a little.
"I know it was wrong. But she made me really angry."
"What did she do to make you so angry?"
Ryan swallowed heavily.
"She kicked me in the knee."
Jesse looked at his son. He also wasn't informed of this.
"Why did she do that."
"No reason. She just said that girls are allowed to kick boys."
That bitch, Jesse thought. But he pushed the thought out of his mind. He'd deal with that later.
"Did she kick you hard?"
"Oh yeah. It really hurt."
Jesse pulled back the covers and looked at his son. Ryan was laying there in his white t-shirt and white underpants. Jesse could see the beginnings of a bruise on his son's knee.
"Well, it doesn't look too bad. But it'll hurt for a couple of days."
Ryan started to relax. It didn't sound like his father was too angry. Maybe he'd get away with just a lecture this time.
"I'm sorry I called her a bitch, Dad."
"I'm sure you are son."
Ryan went to pull the covers back up, but his father gently stopped him.
"Not just yet."
Ryan swallowed hard.
"Are you going to spank me?" He asked.
"We have taught you never to use words like that. No matter what the circumstances. You should have gone straight to the teacher and told her what happened."
"I know."
"Now, I will talk to stephanie's mom and we will get this all straightened out. But for now, yes, I am going to spank you. Do you understand?"
Ryan hung his head.
"Yes. I understand."
Jesse nodded and patted his son on the shoulder.
"Now lie back. Because your knee is bruised I'm not going to put you over my lap. But if you squirm, I'll have to start all over again."
Ryan nodded and laid back. His father took his legs and pulled them up a little so he had a nice little target.
"This is for your own good son."
Ryan closed his eyes and waited for the first spank.
WHAP!
Jesse's hand came down hard on his underwear clad bottom. He winced but didn't let out a sound.
WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!
Three more landed in quick succession and ryan let out a little whimper.
"Take it easy son."
WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!
Jesse's hand covered all of his little bottom. Soon his rear end was stinging. After three more spanks Ryan started to cry.
"Dad, It hurts."
"I know."
But Jesse continued to let the spanks rain down on Ryan's poor bottom. Ryan was crying in earnest now. Soon he began to kick his legs.
"Don't squirm or I'll put you over my knee.
WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!
On the last spank Ryan kicked and hit Jesse square on the jaw.
"What did I tell you about squirming."
"I-I couldn't help it." Ryan said in between sobs.
"Well now we're going to have to start all over."
Jesse took the small boy in his arms and bent him over his knee, making sure not to scrape his son's knee on the way.
"I warned you."
"I'm sorry."
Jesse reached into the waistband of his son's white briefs and pulled them all the way down.
"No! Not on the bare!" Ryan yelped.
Jesse started spanking again.
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!
Ryan started to cry more heavily and his feet were squirming, but Jesse kept them firmly under his own leg.
"Now, we're almost finished." Jesse said.
Jesse reached into his son's bedside table and pulled out a small flat hairbrush.
"Just ten more."
Ryan's eyes got wide when he saw the brush.
"No! Please not the hairbrush."
WHAP!
The hairbrush came down firmly on his son's behind. This caused a new reaction. Ryan let out a yelp and his whole body lifted off of Jesse's lap. Jesse held him down and delivered the final nine spanks firmly.
WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!
After he was finished, Jesse turned his son around and pulled him up into his arms. He gave him a hug and Ryan settled against his chest and let the tears run out. After Ryan was finished, Jesse pulled his son's briefs carefully up over top his son's red bottom and put him back into his bed. Ryan immediately turned over on to his side.
"I hope that you have learned from this, Ryan." Jesse said.
Ryan nodded and closed his eyes. Jesse pulled the covers up over his son and gave him one final affectionate pat on the rear.
Ryan winced.
"Goodnight son."
Jesse got up and turned off the light. He left the room and closed the door behind him.
"Goodnight dad." Ryan whispered.
After he heard his dad move down the hallway, Ryan snuggled down beneath the covers and sighed. There was something about a well spanked bottom that made him feel cozy. He had two parents that loved him and cared for him. Everything was right in his world. Downstairs, Jesse headed straight for the phone and picked up the reciever. He punched in a local number and waited. After a moment a woman's voice answered.
"Hello?"
Jesse took a deep breath.
"Mrs. Connors?"
"That's right."
"This is Jesse Hampton. Your daughter stephanie goes to school with my son, Ryan."
A moment's pause.
"Right."
"I think we met at last year's PTA meeting."
"I remember you."
"Well, I was just having a..." Jesse hesitated. "discussion with my son."
"And?"
"And he mentioned an incident at school today."
"What does this have to do with me?"
"Actually it's about your daughter."
Another pause.
"What about her."
Mrs. Connor's voice was unexpectedly harsh. Ryan was momentarily taken aback by the hostility but continued nonetheless.
"She kicked my son today."
"I know."
"She told you."
"We have no secrets."
"And I have your assurance this won't happen again."
This time she didn't wait.
"Mr. Hampton, sometimes boys need a good kick."
Jesse was astounded.
"Pardon me?"
"And if my daughter says that he deserved it, than I am inclined to believe her."
"But he did nothing to deserve it."
"I'm afraid that's all I have to say on the matter."
And Mrs. Connors hung up. Jesse stared at the phone in amazement. Bitch, he thought. With that he hung up the phone and moved into the kitchen.
Jesse opened the fridge door and removed a bottle of orange juice. He removed the cap and drank from the bottle.
The phone rang. Jesse picked it up.
"Hello?"
"Hi Honey."
It was his wife. Sandra.
"Hey. How are you."
"I'm on my way home."
"Was your class good?"
She laughed.
"I passed my test."
"That's great."
"Maybe we can celebrate when I get home."
"Of course. I'll get out a bottle of champagne."
"That's not the kind of celebrating I had in mind."
She laughed again and rang off. Jesse smiled and replaced the reciever. He was just about to go into the basement when the doorbell rang.
"Now who the hell could that be?"
He glanced up at the clock. It was after ten. They rarely had visitors this time of night.
"Just a minute."
Jesse headed towards the door and opened it.
A figure was standing there.
"Who the hell are you?"
The figure pulled out a knife and stabbed Jesse in the neck. Jesse let out a gurgle and fell to the ground. Blood sprayed out of his neck in deep spurts.
The killer reached down and stabbed him again in the chest. Jesse feebly reached up and pulled off the figure's ski mask.
"No. it can't be!"
The killer stabbed him once more and Jesse died. But the killer wasn't quite finished. The figure dragged Jesse over to the chair in the living room and leaned him over the arm. He pulled down Jesse's pants and underwear. Using Jesse's own blood, he painted Jesse's buttocks red.
"One down." The killer whispered.
And just like that, the figure was gone.
END CHAPTER ONE