Bug on the wall

Come here, I’m going to spank you.

Spank me? I’m a bit too old to be spanked, don’t you think?

No, what are you? Eighteen?

Nineteen.

Nineteen is not too old to be spanked. Plenty of nineteen year olds would benefit from a damn good spanking. And, you’re one of them mister.

Huh?

Go upstairs and bring down the bathbrush.

Can’t we talk about this?

There is nothing to talk about. You stole my car.

I did not steal your car. It’s called taking and driving away. I did not intend to deprive you of your property.

Don’t get fresh with me. You did not have my permission. You are not insured to drive my car. Do you even have a license?

Hmm.

No, I thought not. Go upstairs and fetch that brush.

But, you can’t spank me. You love me.

It is because I love you that I’m gonna spank you.

Oh come on.

It’s up to you. You take a spanking; we move on. You don’t take a spanking; you move out.

You cannot be serious.

Oh yes I am mister. Remember Ryan?

Oh …

Upstairs. Bring that brush down and be quick about it.

[A minute of silence elapses.]

Good. Hand it to me.

But …

Come. Here. Keep still. You didn’t think I’d let you keep these heavy jeans on did you?

Oh come on …

Now, get here. Lay across my knee. Rest your head and arms here. Stretch your legs out behind you. Yeah, that’s it.

I can’t believe …

You better believe it buster. I am gonna blister your butt.

Hey, you can’t do that!

Yes, I can. It’s not a real spanking if it’s not on the bare.

Please, no.

Whack!

Oww!

Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack!

Oww! Oww! Com’on no! Pleeease!

Whack! Whack!

That’s enough. Ouch You’re hurting me.

That’s the point young man (wheeze). That’s the point.

Smack!  Smack!

Hissss. Yow!

Smack! Smack!

Ouch. Enough. Pleeease!

Smack! Smack!

You only have yourself to blame.

(Whack!) Are (Whack!) you (Whack!) gonna (Whack!) steal (Whack!) my (Whack!) car again? (Whack! Whack!)

No-ooow!

Smack! Smack!

Am I getting through to you?

Yes.

Whack!!!

Yes, what?

Whack!!!

Yes, Sir. I’m sorry.

Yes, you will be. By the time I’ve finished with you mister. You’ll be sorry then.

Whack!!! Whack!!!

Two minutes later.

Whack!!! Whack!!! Whack!!!

There. Will I have to do this again?

Sob, sob. No. I’m sorry. Sob, sob.

Get up.

Sorry, Sob. Sob.

Here, come here. Give me a kiss.

Sorry dada.

I love you.

I love you too.

Outside fifty yards down the road, in the back of an unmarked white van two newspaper reporters silently exchange glances. One switches off the recording device. Another working day is drawing to a close.

 

Other stories you might like.

Commander Reynolds’ rooming house

Paul and his landlord 2

University student late for class

More stories from Charles Hamilton II are on the MMSA website

Charles Hamilton the Second

charleshamiltonthesecond@gmail.com

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