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Date: Wed,  1 Jan 2003 21:10:05 -0500
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St: Second Childhood   (M/f, M/F, t/F, spank, chastity)

The following story is fiction.  It contain a scenes of spankings and
the non-consensual use of a chastity device.  If such a subject is
offensive, uninteresting or if you are a minor (i.e., child) please
leave now.  Note that this story is set by implication about a century
ago.

A request here made me realize that the t/F combination was one that is
highly neglected in stories around here.  I did it myself only twice --
once very briefly and once as a 'chose your genders' which hardly
counts, IMHO.  So, here is a real t/F story to start the new year with
something different.

This work 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 -- pro and con, including
constructive criticism, and suggestions.  E-mail:
YLeeCoyote@Lycosmail.com


Second Childhood
By
Y. Lee Coyote

Life was not easy for Angela Udstuen.  Angie had been bedeviled by one
misfortune after another.  In the old country she was beset constantly
with sickness.  On the long voyage by sea to the new land of great
promises she was seasick the entire time.  As always her father had
little patience with her and ignoring her sickness spanked her at least
twice a week.  He cared naught for her modesty but proceeded the same as
back at the home they had just left in the overcrowded cabin they shared
with other families.

Angry words, a slap across the face (which always made her totally
docile) and then across his lap.  He lifted her long skirt and petticoat
over her back and clamped her into position with his strong arm; he had
no need to hold her hands for she had long since learnt painfully to
keep them out of the way.  Then he reached his other hand into the
waistband of her drawers he yanked them down to expose her bottom for
the spanking and for all to see.  Then hard and fast spanks soon had her
bawling in earnest and kicking.  Her checks turned bright red under the
assault.  The other children took great pleasure in watching the color
change of her bottom and especially the boys also getting glimpses of
her cunny.  She, of course, was greatly embarrassed.  Standing in the
corner with her skirt et al tucked into her collar and her drawers about
her knees made things worse.

Then the even scarier railroad trip -- another 1,500 miles across a
strange new land to settle on a homestead requiring a great deal of hard
work.  Her family stuck at it for a decade and had to give it up.  She
tailed along with her father after her mother died until she met Zach.
He, she mistakenly thought, was to be her salvation and she married him.
The two of them settled in a small town and she lost track of her
father.

She became a housekeeper -- actually the drudge -- for the Zyzelewski's
and Zack could only manage to get odd jobs in town.  Like her father,
Zack beat her when he was in a foul mood and/or drunk which was most of
the time.  Mrs. Zyzelewski was a demanding mistress but she and the baby
had a place to sleep and enough to eat.  The mistress was almost kind
and even tried to protect her from Zack by making him sleep in the
woodshed when he was at his worst.

When Zack took up with the bar wench the town people snickered.  When he
married her and they left town she was scorned as an unwed slut with a
bastard baby.  If Mrs. Zyzelewski had not be willing to keep her on she
would have been run out of town with little more than the baby and the
clothes on her back.  This was a mixed blessing.  Mrs. Zyzelewski felt
that it was her duty to shelter the lass and the baby for the world was
not the place for a young lass of thirty with a baby to be alone.  The
down side was that Angie was now treated a wayward young lass of
thirteen needing strict guidance and discipline.  Also, all the
Zyzelewski's became more demanding and the little cash pay became less
and the hours longer.  She though about leaving but there was no place
to go.

Angie was trapped.

When she refused to go to the Zyzelewski's church, they treated her like
she was their own contumacious lass.  First, the mistresses slapped her
face.  Twice, once on each check.  Then (even before she could agree to
go) the master grabbed her and pulled her over his lap.  Shocked, she
could not escape before he lifted her dress and petticoats and clamped
her into position just as her father had done many a time.  Her old
drawers disintegrated as he roughly yanked them down to bare her bottom.
He spanked her long and hard; like he spanked his own son, Damon, who
was carefully watching the show.  As an only child he well knew all as
the spankee and even of being taken out to the woodshed for the strap.
In school he had often watched as others got paddled by the teacher.
Even though that was not done on the bare, he always got a woody like at
no other time.  This was even better.  Angie was bare and not a mere
girl but a full grown woman.  As her checks turned pink, red and deep
crimson he paid rapt attention.  This diligence was rewarded with views
of her hairy beaver and butthole as she kick and squirmed.  He
practically came in his pants then and there.  Afterwards, he would
always get hard even after coming just thinking about her cherry checks.

Several spanking later, Damon's parent 'noticed' that the slut was
flaunting herself at the lad.  It never occurred to them that
adolescents like him are usually attracted to women.  They decided that
things need to be 'arranged' so that she could not corrupt their
innocent boy.  They thought about sending her on but then the baby would
suffer (as would their pocketbooks).  They spoke with the deacon and the
arrangements were made.  On Tuesday morning, while Damon was in school,
the deacon, the doctor, the blacksmith and several matrons came about.

Angie quickly succumbed to an ether soaked cloth.  It was the work of
just a few minutes for the cruel and wicked deed.  As soon as she was
under the matrons stripped her of her drawers and she was laid on the
table with her legs held up and apart.  The doctor easily made four
piercings in her labia minor.  The blacksmith carefully let the staple
cool to almost body temperature before slipping through the newly made
holes and bending it closed with his large tongs.  Fully cooled the
metal rectangular ring could not be unbent without destroying it.
Nothing larger than a pencil could slip past the gate.  She would be
chaste from now on.  She soon healed from the physical injury.

Soon after Mrs. Zyzelewski died and was buried.  Life went on in the
household with Angie frequently finding herself being spanked by Mr.
Zyzelewski for even minor transgressions.  She considered herself lucky
that he did not drag her out the woodshed like he did Damon for harsher
treatment.  It was only because of the ring that she was permitted to
stay in the household with two males.  Damon always enjoyed watching and
even dreamt of doing himself.

Unexpectedly, Mr. Zyzelewski had to visit his sick sister in the next
county so Damon and Angie were alone in the house for a few days.  On
wash day there was much work to be done.  So much that Angie could not
clean up the house particularly Damon's mess.  When lad returned from
his after school job he quickly became incensed that Angie had not
cleaned up his mess.  He cared naught about reasons or excuses or that
the baby was sick; he was just like his father.

"Father will be displeased!" he ranted.  "Hell, I'm displeased!"  Angie
quivered in her shoes wishing she was elsewhere.  She even wished that
Mr. Zyzelewski was there.  At least then she knew that would happen.  As
he harangued the poor girl, Damon got the idea.  He was the head of the
house in his father's absence and, as such he decided, he would do what
his father would have done.

He grabbed Angie and sat down on the straight backed chair.  A couple of
yanks and she was over his lap.  As he had seen his father do scores of
times, he flipped up her dress and petticoats and clamped her in place
with his arm.  Even though he was not as strong as his father, Angie did
not move away.  Then for the very first time, he grabbed the waist band
of her drawers and yanked them down.  His already hard cock stiffed more
as it was crushed by the lady across his lap and the new view of her
butt.  He raised his hand and brought it crashing down on the ladies
bottom with a loud SPANK!!

The first thing is noticed was how much he felt it and then how he could
see the pick impression of his hand on her bottom.  He spanked long and
hard until his hand hurt too much.  It was only then that he realized
how red Angie's bottom was and how she was sobbing.  He lifted her off
his lap and directed her to prepare dinner.  He dashed off to his own
room.  He had insistent needs to take care of in private.  He ripped
open his trousers and pushed his drawers down.  His shaft was oozing and
harder than ever before.  A few quick strokes and he exploded blasting
his load across the messy room.

He knew that he would have do this again.  He wondered if his father got
this sort of thrill.  In the morning, he had some more sobering
thoughts: 'What if father did not approve?'  There was the definite risk
of a strapping.  Nevertheless that evening he rushed home in the hope
that Angie would have fail to finish her work.  He had rationalized that
spanking her again would not entail any additional risk.  But he was
disappointed that the house was in order and dinner ready.  The
following day was different however to his delight.  There was ample
cause for rage, berating and (best of all) spanking the wench.

"Please, Master Damon, don't spank me again," she pleaded, "I'll catch
up tomorrow when the baby is well, The Lord willing."

Her pleas feel on deaf ears.  Actually, they were not so much deaf for
Damon relished her cries for they made him feel more of a man.  He was
even more fortunate for today she was wearing a blouse and skirt rather
than a dress.  He fumbled as he opened the unfamiliar buttons and let
the garment fall to the floor.  Then he quickly yanked down her
petticoat and her drawers getting his very first view of her beaver from
the above and front.  He could see how it was chastely secured by the
metal ring.  He pulled the yelling wench over his lap and gripped her
tightly in preparation for spanking her the second time.

SPANK!!  SPANK!!  SPANK!!  SPANK!!  SPANK!!  SPANK!!

He spanked rapidly and hard.  Her bottom turned red almost immediately
and he repeated the action adding a lecture that she must do her chores
even when father was away.  It is doubtful that they heard each other
although Mr. Zyzelewski listened and watched -- proudly -- as his
fourteen year old son punished the errant servant twice his age like a
wayward girl.  He even watched as she flashed her private places as she
kicked about and lost her drawers completely.  Now he understood why
Damon loved to watch him spank the wench.

"NOW GO FINISH YOUR CHORES AND GET DINNER READY.  FATHER WILL BE HOME
SOON, GIRL." he barked pushing her off his lap.

As she reach for her clothes, he further commanded: "Leave those off
like you were in the corner."  The slut scurried off to the kitchen,
sobbing.

It was only then that Damon saw his father.  "Good evening, Father.  I
hope your trip was good."  He did not mention anything about the
spanking for years of experience had taught Damon to wait until his
father brought up a subject.  He got the shock of his life then.

"You did that very well, son.  I'm proud of you.  You are growing up and
showing responsibility."

"Thank you, Father."

"I was afraid that the wench would slip into slovenly habits in my
absence but you are obviously most capable of applying the proper
corrective action."

"Thank you, Father.  I did my best to follow your example.  May I be
excused to do my homework, Sir?"

"Of course." answered his father.  Damon dashed to room to tend to his
pressing need as he did two days earlier.  This time he relished the
thought that he had leave to spank her more.

The End

(C) Copyright A.I.L.  January 1, 2003

Y.

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