Edward Cartwright: The Family Man

It wasn't that he was dissatisfied with his sister, on the contrary, they had enjoyed a delicious afternoon. It was just that Elizabeth's maturity was a prize he held above all others.

Hearing the sounds of strapping and the resultant cries, he had known that she was strapping his father. His blood had boiled with passion then and it was still registering high above normal. It would stay that way, he knew, until he found himself in the superior position with Elizabeth lying over his lap with her bum bare and waiting to be spanked by him. Nothing short of that would release him from this tension which gripped him in his loins and spread throughout his body.

It was at this point, when his despair was at its deepest, that he realized he wasn't going to achieve his goal merely by wanting. He was, he knew, going to have to do something to bring it about.

The first thing he could do, he reasoned, was to get his work finished so that he would have the free time to pursue his goal. Once that had been clearly established in his mind, he began to work like a demon. The pen now flew over the pages and, within minutes he finished the work that would have taken hours, at a normal pace.

It was still early afternoon and the rest of the day stretched out ahead like an oasis in the desert. All he had to do now, he told himself, was to find Elizabeth in the right frame of mind, explain his burning desire to her and take it from there.

He found her in his father's study, sipping sherry and looking very alert. That encouraged him. From there, experience told him, it required just the right nudge to push her over the edge into a state of boiling passion.

“Have you finished your studies?” Elizabeth said, frowning as he entered.

“Yes, I have,” Clyde said, smiling with pride.

“So quickly?” she said, registering surprise that he had so quickly finished.

Elizabeth took his work and checked it quickly.

“Why this truly surprises me, Clyde,” she said. The quality of his work also surprised her. In spite of the speed with which he had completed it, the quality was excellent.

“I cannot find fault with your work. You have done your work with excellence,” she said.

“You are pleased?” Clyde asked.

“I am indeed pleased. Now that you've finished so early, Clyde,” she said as she sipped at her drink, “what are you going to do to kill the rest of the day?”

“Oh, I've been giving that some thought.”

“You have?” she smiled, trying to read the boy's young mind.

“Yes, I have been giving it a great deal of thought, Elizabeth. After I finished so quickly, well, I started to think.”

“And, what did you think about, my boy?”

“Oh, I thought about a lot of things,” he said, playing for time, fearful not to rush things.

“Well, tell me some of the things that you have been thinking about, Clyde.”

Clyde had feared that he would not have the courage to ask for what he wanted. And now, for the moment, his tongue just would not work for him.

“Come now, Clyde, don't be bashful. Tell me.”

Her voice was low and sultry. It promised what Clyde wanted. Suddenly, his worries fled him. The words tumbled out of his mouth as he explained his great desire to spank a beautiful, mature woman such as she.

“So, you want to give me a spanking, do you?” Elizabeth said with a wide smile.

“Yes, I very much want to,” Clyde said eagerly.

To his unutterable delight she did not even act even a little bit surprised. And, there was no trace of horror on her face as she smiled at him.

“I've known all along that you were different,” she said, congratulating him.

“You have?” he asked stupidly, not knowing what else to say. He decided to let her now take the lead. He had asked. Now it was up to her.

“Yea, I've always known that you were different, Clyde,” she smiled. “I could see by the way you look at my bum that you would love to spank me.”

“You could see that, Elizabeth?” he said, amazed.

“Oh, yes, I could,” she laughed.

“But how could you? I don't understand.”

“You're very young. I have much more experience. I can read things in your face. I can see your desires in your simplest mannerism.”

“I never dreamed that you could know so much just by looking,” Clyde said, dumbfounded.

“Oh, my dear Clyde, I knew that you wanted to spank my bum all along. But I wasn't going to say or do anything about it until you made the first move.”

“Oh, if I only knew,” Clyde said, disgusted with himself.

“Well, now you know, and now you'll make the first move,” Elizabeth laughed.

“Do you mean that you'll let me do it?” He sounded as if he could not believe it. “You'll really let me spank you on your bare bum?”

“Of course I will, you goose,” she laughed in a kindly way. “Mind you, it mustn't be just a case of hammering on my arse.”

“No? What do you mean?”

“You'll have to give the whole thing a sense of meaning and form,” she said.

“I'm not sure that I understand what you mean,” Clyde said. He wore a worried expression engendered by the realization that he was so close to the pot of gold at the end of his rainbow.

“Don't worry about it, dear,” she said comfortingly. She slipped an arm around him and brought his face close to the swell of her breast through her thin gown. “I'll help you to understand.”

Patiently then, she slowly explained to him that in order for a spanking to be truly real fun, it was necessary to establish a fantasy situation or else to have absolute authority over the victim as was the case when she spanked him or his sister.

“If you're to spank me, then we must establish a fantasy whereby you have that authority and I understand so that I obey your every command. A spanking without that,” she went on to explain, “is just a matter of slapping a bum and that isn't any fun at all.”

Although he had finished his school work for the day, Clyde listened attentively and really added to his education as she described various fantasies that could add the required thrill to any spanking.

Clyde listened carefully and learned fast. Before long, he realized how right she was and how little real enjoyment there would have been if she had consented to his original request that he put her over his lap and spank her bare bum.

As they discussed the method they would employ, they moved closer together and Clyde moved a hand up to cup a full breast through her gown. Among other things, it was agreed that he would spank her only with his hand and she agreed that he could spank as hard and as long as he could before they moved on to other things.

The other things to which they would progress were clearly understood between them and Clyde congratulated himself on being in for a most thrilling afternoon which would feature his spanking of the beautiful and mature Elizabeth on her bare bum.

As her hand rubbed across the front of his pants, she felt his arousal and understood what a momentous event it would be in his young life. Normally, Elizabeth preferred to give rather than receive spankings, but in this case, she was prepared to make an exception and knew it would be thrilling for her as well as for the boy.

When both were sure that the rules of the game were mutually understood, Clyde ceased being the boyish student and took control of the situation.

Taking the glass of sherry from her hand, he tipped it to his lips and swallowed a big drink. Putting it down on the table, he turned slowly toward her.

“Well now Miss,” his voice was strong and gave him the confidence he needed, “you understand that as a policeman, it is my duty to arrest you for your crime.”

“Oh please, officer,” she begged with feeling, “don't take me to jail.”