This short story is an entry in the 2002 Soc.Sexuality.Spanking Summer Short Story Contest and is copyright by the author and commercial use is prohibited without permission. Personal/private copies are permitted only if complete including the copyright notice. The author would appreciate your comments
Category: Child
The following is a what going on here story. It is based on an image of a boy leaning over a music stand in what looks like a classroom that someone sent to me. The boy is wearing short shorts and knee socks. His sweater and shirt have pulled up exposing his back just above his shorts. He looks apprehensive and has long bangs. Unfortunately, I don't know about its copyright so I can not post it. By now it is surly obvious that this story is about school boy discipline.
Alfie -- Version 3
By
Y Lee Coyote <YLeeCoyote@juno.com>
John was laughing; Carl was laughing; and so were Stephen and George. Alfie was definitely not laughing. He was the new boy and they were putting him to the test. As he watched they were each selected a card from the deck to determine what order they would collected their pound of flesh. The one thing they had promised is that they had survived similar trials according to strict rules and he would not be injured.
"Alfred do you want to join us?"
"YES, SIR! I want to join you? Please put me to the test."
"STRIP and resume the position." Alfie did as he was told. He felt more venerable now. More conscious that he had just started to grow a bush. Of course, they all had been naked together in the locker room but this was different.
John stepped forward and pulled his belt from his jeans. Alfie gripped the support tightly and resolved -- again -- to be brave; to them that he was a man and not a boy. The belt struck -- hard.
WHACK!!
Alfie could not help himself and yelped. "Gag him." Suddenly George stepped in front of him and pulled out his cock and stuck it in him.
WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!!
The belt stopped but his arse was being handled. A finger, then two and three were forced in and quickly replaced by John's shaft. Alfie was no longer a virgin and the two thrust away until they filled him.
They gave him a couple of minutes rest and them Carl and Stephen had their turn. Carl used a small paddle while Stephen kept Alfie quiet.
THWACK!! THWACK!! THWACK!! THWACK!! THWACK!! THWACK!!
It was no surprise that Carl then rammed his rod into Alfie.
Soon it was over. The four of them congratulated him on passing the part 1 of the trial. On proving that he could take it. That he was a man and not a baby boy. But there was one more thing he had to do: could he give as well as take. You got five minutes. They stepped back to see what Alfie would do.
Alfie then decided. "Carl, strip and into position." To his surprise, Carl immediately complied without a word. He picked up the paddle. He did not like how the paddle felt. He applied six hard ones to Carl's arse. He felt much better.
He repeated the command to John who also obeyed. He got six with the belt. He hadn't liked the belt very much either.
Alfie picked up the tube of lube and began to work on John's hole. He realized that he had never been harder as he lubed up his own cock and then drove it in. As he fucked away, the timer went off and he exploded into his mate.
They congratulated him on passing both parts of the test and becoming a member of the band.
The End
© Copyright July 26, 2002
Reviews
Mary Catherine <marycatherine(at)saintfrancis-sfg(dot)net>
I always enjoy stories based on pictures, because everyone has a different interpretation of the image. Reading the setup, I had a very specific story in mind for it, which lent an air of surprise to the actual story. Nice rhythm to the story, particularly since the author was trying to accomplish quite a lot in a short story.
Pablo Stubbs <Pablo.Stubbs(at)newsguy(dot)com>
The casual brutality of childhood - and particularly of children towards each other - is effectively captured here, and Y. Lee's straightforward prose creates exactly the right tone. It could have remained a story about the abuse of power, but it's taken in a much more interesting and complex direction towards the end, and that ambiguity is a very good thing.
Owen Williamson <ashthorn(at)maildulf(dot)com>
M/m (or b/b) is not something that rocks my boat. Even so I enjoyed this, and had a wry chuckle at the twist in the tail of it.