The Urchin

by Prince Brat <princebrat@hotmail.com>

It was early evening when I stepped off the train to walk home. I was tired and depressed, having just split up with my boyfriend. My mind was on a million things.

'Spare a pound, sir?'

My head turned. Not a 'quid' but a pound. Not 'guv' but sir. I turned and looked at the urchin standing before me, hand outstretched. Beneath the grime and the greasy hair, the smelly clothes and the ripped shoes, he was beautiful. Big, blue eyes, a pale face and gorgeous blonde hair.

'Well, you can have a pound, but I reckon you'd prefer a hot bath and a square meal.'

I smiled at him, and he smiled back. I took his outstretched hand in mine and we walked in silence back to my house. When we got in, I went straight up to the bathroom, and he followed me in. I started running the bath.

'Right, you hop in, and I'll see if I can rustle up some clothes for you to wear.'

I closed the door behind me, and went to the bedroom in search of my uniforms. I found them lurking at the back of a closet - I hadn't used them in years. I gathered up some shorts, socks, pants and a shirt and went back to the bathroom. The boy stiffened a bit as I entered; there he was, sitting in the bath as naked as the day he was born.

'Relax, there's nothing I haven't seen before. This is all I could find that would fit you - sorry, its a bit dull, but it'll have to do.'

'Thanks.'

It was the first time he had spoken since the station. Again, he looked up at me, smiling.

'Come down to the kitchen when you're ready.'

I went down and prepared some sandwiches. Already I was getting stiff; I didn't know how old he was - he certainly didn't look eighteen. Mind you, if he was sixteen I wasn't going to have any scruples - after all they're about to change the law anyway. Just then the door opened and in he came. His face was clean, and his wet hair was neatly combed. He wore a grey short-sleeved shirt, blue sleeveless pullover, grey short trousers and school socks - kneelength stockings with blue bands on the turnovers. He looked a picture.

'Come in and have a bite. Oh, and I don't even know your name!

'Oh, sorry, my name's Simon.'

'Well, Simon, how old are you, and why are you out on the streets?'

'I'm sixteen tomorrow. My dad threw me out of the house, because I'm... oh, I'd rather not talk about it, it's too embarassing.'

I put my hand on his bare knee. I could see a stirring in his groin, and I felt one in mine.

'It's alright, you can tell me.'

'It's just that....I'm gay.'

He broke down in tears, and I put my arm around his shoulder and hugged him.

'That's OK, parents often find it hard - I know mine did.'

He looked at me quizzically, then smiled.

'Come on Simon, let's watch some TV.'

We went to the lounge and settled down on the sofa. Rather, he settled down on top of me, nestling in my outstretched lap. I toussled his hair, and settled my hand on his thigh, slowly stroking.

'Can I stay here?' he asked me, his big eyes looking pleadingly into mine.

'I suppose you could. Are you well-behaved?'

He looked at me mischievously.

'Most of the time.'

'Well, I don't tolerate misbehaviour. In fact, I'm quite strict. Can you handle that?'

He nodded sheepishly.

'And just so you know what the punishments are, I think you'd better have a bit of a taste of them now.' I was starting to sound quite strict. 'Bend over that chair', I said pointing to the large easy chair in one corner of the room. He went over and bent down. His round bottom was tightly clad in the grey shorts, which had rucked up a bit leaving more thigh uncovered.

'This is the strap. I'm going to give you four strokes, though you'll usually get at least ten.'

I took off my belt and doubled it up, walked over to where Simon was bent over, and...

WHAP! The first stroke cracked into his bottom, right in the middle. There was a slight impression where the belt had cut in.

WHAP! The second landed over the first, causing Simon to whimper.

WHAP! The third was targeted at his bared thighs, leaving a livid red weal. Simon's bottom began to twitch.

WHAP! The last stinging stroke was delivered onto the seat of his shorts. I slowly lifted him up, and sat down on the chair, stroking his bottom as Simon stifled a few tears away.

'That's what you get if you do something very stupid or naughty. Are you ready to go on?'

He nodded. I stood up and took out an armless chair from under a table.

'Right. Now you're going to be slippered. Come here, Simon.'

He walked over to me, still clutching at his bottom. I proceeded to undo the clasp of his shorts, unzip his fly and pull the shorts down to his ankles, leaving his bottom half covered only by the white cotton y-fronts and the stockings. I took off one of my slippers, and motioned him towards my lap.

'Bend over my knees, arms forward.' He did as he was told. I now had a glorious butt in front of me, plump but perfectly formed.

'Usually you'll get at least twenty of these, but I'm going to give you five. This is for when you behave like a silly little boy.'

THWACK! THWACK! I started off with one to each cheek.

THWACK! The third was aimed right in the middle at his butthole.

THWACK! THWACK! Four and five were delivered to the tops of his ever reddening thighs.

'You can get up now, but put your hands on your head.'

He did so, his eyes now red from tears.

'Right now, that's for when you are a silly little boy. This is for when you are a VERY silly, VERY little boy!'. I peeled down his underpants and set him back down over my lap, running my hands over his red bottom and over his anus. Plenty of time for that, I thought. Wait until he's sixteen: it's only a day after all.

SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK. His left bottom cheek was now on fire.

SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK. Now his right cheek felt the same.

SMACK SMACK He tried to put his hands in the way, but I lifted them up and delivered two more stingers to his legs before I let him slide to the floor, sobbing.

'That bloody hurt!' He moaned. It was not the reaction I had hoped for. I glared at him. He looked up, and realised that he had said the wrong thing. He tried to backtrack, but it was no good.

'I had hoped it wouldn't be necessary, but I'm obviously going to have to introduce you to...the cane!' He looked horrified. I went over to the cupboard where I kept my whippy rattan and took it out, flexing it and swiping the air with it. Simon stood there, in the middle of the room, shorts and pants around his ankles, aghast.

'You may pull your pants and shorts up, Simon. Quickly boy!' He slowly eased the material over his throbbing behind.

'Bend over and touch your toes. I'm going to give you three strokes of the cane.'

Slowly he bent over and reached out for his toes, and once more the grey target presented itself invitingly. I took aim, and...

SWISHCRACK! Simon let out a little yelp, then settled back down.

SWISHCRACK! I could tell he was in pain now.

SWISHCRACK! 'Aarrgh!' Simon leapt up and tried to rip his bottom off. I smiled, knowing I had done a good job. I led him upstairs to the spare room and undressed him. He didn't argue, just stood there and let me take off his clothes one by one, just like a little child. First the pullover came over his head and off, then the grey shirt was unbuttoned, revealing a hairless, beautiful chest, then the shorts and the pants. I laid him on his front on the bed, and peeled off his stockings one by one. I fetched some baby lotion from the bathroom and slowly started to massage it into his sore bottom. He let out a relieved sigh, and then turned to face me.

'Thank you for punishing me' he said. He meant it, too. I put my arms around him and hugged him. 'As long as you're a good boy, it'll never happen again' I reassured him. 'Now put on these pyjamas and I'll come and tuck you in in five minutes.

When I came back up he was in bed, looking as angelic as ever.

'Goodnight.'

'Goodnight. Thank you... for everything.'

I gave him a little kiss on the forehead and went back downstairs. Half an hour later or so I started to feel tired, so I went up to my own room, undressed and got into bed. Scarcely had I got in then Simon came in.

'I couldn't sleep'.

I motioned him towards the bed, and he jumped in, settling down next to me. He turned away from me and wiggled his bottom provocatively. Mustering up all the scruples within me I resisted the luscious temptation.

'Not till tomorrow, my sweet.'

He subsided back and rested his body against mine, and we drifted off into sleep.

The next morning I woke early. Simon was still asleep next to me. 'Happy Birthday' I whispered into his ear....


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