Anonymous - Frank and I

“Frank” and he, apparently on very friendly terms, were sitting side by side on the long chair. I watched, and listened attentively. The first thing I heard “Frank” say, astonished me. She put a question to the boy.

“Have you ever been spanked?”

“Yes, Master Francis,” replied Tom. “My mother often gives me a spanking.”

“Then you know what it feels like?”

“Oh, yes. I knows very well. Do you, master?” said little Tom, grinning.

“Never you mind,” said “Frank,” shortly. Then she went on. “I will give you six-pence if yon let me spank you. I won’t hart you.”

I pricked up my ears, and smiled, on hearing the cool request made by “Master Francis.” Tom laughed, bat at once agreed to let himself be spanked; stipulating, however, that he was not to be hurt.

I looked on with increased interest. The little affair was getting exciting.

“Master Francis” lost no time, bat at once laid the little boy across her knees, unbuttoned his knickerbockers, palled them down to his knees, and tucked up his shirt, as coolly and methodically as if she had been accustomed to the job. I laughed silently at the girl’s deliberate way of setting to work at her strange task. The boy had a chubby little bottom, which she looked at for a moment or two; then, with her right hand she stroked and squeezed the boy’s flesh, — exactly in the same way as I had often stroked and squeezed hers.-and at the same time she put her left hand under his belly, and kept it there, her fingers, no doubt, touching his little prick.

I saw her face suddenly flush, her bosom heaved, and her eyes sparkled.

“Aha, Miss’” I said to myself, with a chuckle, “you have your hand on it for the first time in your life, but not for the last, I’ll bet’”

The boy did not move; and after a moment or two, she took away her hand; then putting her arm over his loins she held him in position, and began to spank him; gently at first, but she seemed gradually to get excited, and she spanked harder and harder, reddening the boy’s skin at each smack. He began to cry loudly, and writhe, but she held him firmly down, and spanked away vigorously, making the urchin scream, kick up his legs in pain, and put his hands behind him. She stopped for a moment, seized his wrists, and put her right leg over his legs, then went on spanking the boy, in spite of his yells and struggles, until his bottom was crimson. Then she ceased, and let him roll off her lap on to the floor, where he lay on his face, howling lustily, with his knickerbockers down, and his scarlet bottom bare. He evidently never had had such a spanking in his life.

“Frank” was quite out of breath; her face was very much flushed, and I could see her bosom rising and falling, under her jacket. She was obviously agreeably excited; there was a pleased expression on the face, her eyes twinkled, and her lips were curved with a slight smile.

Rising from her seat, she lifted the squalling child on to his feet, buttoned up his knickerbockers, and tried to soothe him, but in vain. His bottom must have been smarting considerably; he was thoroughly frightened, and he sobbed and cried, vowing that he would tell his mother. Then, without waiting for his sorely earned sixpence, he ran off as fast as he could.

I had been extremely amused by the scene I had witnessed, but I was very much surprised at “Frank’s” proceedings. I did not think she would have been up to such tricks. Leaving her in the arbour, I slipped quietly away, walked back to the house, and went up to the library, where I sat down to think over the whole strange affair.

After turning over everything in my mind, I came to the conclusion, that the whippings the girl had received from me, had raised in her the desire to inflict corporal punishment on some one else. Such is often the case. And as she had come to puberty some rime previously, her sexual instincts had awakened, and she, naturally, as a female, had chosen a boy as her victim, not only for the pleasure of spanking him, but also the she might make herself acquainted, by touch, the male organ.

I expected I should soon hear more about the affair, as the boy would certainly tell his mother how he had been treated by “Master Francis,” and the woman would most probably come to me and make a fuss.

In about half an hour’s rime “Frank” came into the room, looking a little pale; and her manner was nervous. She took a chair near the window, sitting silent and thoughtful, but glancing every now and then at me, with a queer look in her eyes.

I had a strong inclination to laugh, and to tell her that I had seen her spanking Tom, and feeling his little tool; and I also had a desire to let her feel what a full grown prick was like. But I restrained myself.

“Where have you been?” I quietly asked.

She started, looked confused, and blushed. “I have been in the arbour,”

“What were you doing there?” I inquired mischievously, suppressing a smile. She grew redder, and more confused, hesitated, and at last stammered out, that it was a very cool place to sit in. Then she took up a book and began to read, as if to avoid further questions.

I also began to read, and nothing more passed between us at that moment.

The windows were open, a cool breeze was blowing into the room, the leaves on the tree were rustling softly, and the birds were singing; everything was calm and peaceful, except “Frank,” who was restless and fidgety.

I think an hour must have gone by, when a knock came at the door, and one of the maids appeared; saying, that Mrs. Barker was in the hall, and that she wished particularly to speak to me.

“Frank” put down the book, and stood up, looking very uncomfortable; no doubt guessing that Mrs. Barker had come to make a complaint.

I went down to the hall, where I found the woman in a great state of indignation; and she at once poured out her story; telling me how Master Francis had cruelly spanked her little boy Tom, for no reason whatever; that his little bottom was very sore, and as red as fire; that she would have the law of Master Francis; and all that sort of thing.

I soothed the justly irritated woman with soft words, gave her a sovereign, and told her that I would punish “Master Francis” for what “he” had done.

Mrs. Barker was a sensible woman; she thanked me for the money, and took her departure, perfectly satisfied.

I was sorry the affair had occurred, as I did not want to have any scandal about “Frank,” and I was afraid the woman would talk, although she had promised to keep silence.

I was not a bit angry with “Frank”-quite the contrary. la fact, I had a sort of fellow-feeling with her. She liked spanking; so did I. Besides I could not help thinking that it was my whipping her, that had made her want to whip. Nevertheless, I should have to punish her, as I had promised to do so.

I went back to the library, where “Frank,” looking very woebegone, was waiting for me. I put on a stern face, saying: “I suppose you can guess what Mrs. Barker had to say to me?”

“Yes,” she replied in a low tone.

“Well, you are a nice boy, I must say. What on earth induced you to spank the unfortunate child?” I said, feigning great indignation.

She shifted her feet uneasily, blushed, twisted her fingers together nervously, and replied, in faltering accents: “Oh, I-can’t-tell-exactly. You have-often-given me-a spank-nig; and I–I-think it has made me feel-a wish-to-spank some one too. I can’t explain why.”

“But why did you spank him so severely? His mother tells me his bottom is red and sore.”

“I did not intend to spank him so hard, but somehow or other I got excited and hardly knew what I was doing. I am sorry I hurt him so much,” she said blushing more body, and looking more confused and uncomfortable than ever. Then she added, the a catch in her voice, and with tears in her eyes: “I suppose you are going to flog me.”