Teasing

Caning and Spanking Stories copyright 1994-2001 by OldTom, all rights reserved.

Old Tom first posted this story in October 1994. Over the years, many of his stories were written for a specific person, as a result of ongoing conversation, as a way of embodying an idea mentioned.

This is one such story... she liked it, and so he saved it. Even so, over the years, he probably threw out more stories than he saved; many were never posted.

"Good Morning!" Tom greeted his usual greeting.

"Hi, Tom! How are you?" Lucy responded her standard response.

"I'm fine. How are you? We'll change that soon!"

Lucy looked at the small plastic bag. "What's in the bag? A cat?"

"Oh, no! We're just here to discuss teasing! I stopped at K-Mart on the way over. I'll show you when it's time."

Lucy invited Tom inside. "Can I offer you some coffee?"

Tom walked in. "Perhaps after your spanking. Let's get this over with," Tom grinned. Tom walked over and sat down.

"Across my lap. Now!" Lucy stood, as they say, rooted to the floor in surprise. The audacity!

Tom repeated, "Now!" Lucy shook her head ever-so-slightly, No.

Tom was in no mood to chase and wrestle - yet. He arose and stepped towards Lucy. Tom pointed towards the chair and pronounced the third time, "Now." Lucy folded her arms and looked defiant. Tom gently reached towards her elbow with his left hand, the right still clutching the forgotten K-Mart bag.

Lucy turned to run down the hall. But Tom expected this move. Stepping quickly towards her, he scooped his left arm around her front, catching her solidly across the hips and lower abdomen. As Lucy launched herself down the hall, she found herself lifted off the ground, jackknifed over Tom's arm, solidly held by her hips. Lucy heard the K-Mart bag crackle as Tom removed whatever it was inside the bag.

Then she felt the impact. An interesting thud. She looked around to see Tom holding a white cotton clothesline, still coiled and shrink-wrapped from the store. But Tom continued to whack her back side, over and over and over.

After a dozen or so thumps with this strange implement, Tom announced, "Tell me when you're ready to cooperate and be spanked." Tom continued the thudding whacks without breaking rhythm. Lucy's hands were useless to free Tom's grip, for her own weight was holding her down. Kicking was useless - Tom simply lifted her back off the floor, bracing her snugly against himself.

Lucy struggled and protested her way through another two dozen whacks, before she relaxed and calmly announced, "Okay, I'm ready to cooperate now."

Tom replied with a polite "Thank you," but continued beating Lucy with the same steady pace.

"I *said* I'll cooperate!"

"That's fine! I heard you." Tom continued the spanking.

"Is *this* the spanking?"

"No, of course not. Right now, we're just discussing cooperation. We'll get to the spanking in a little bit."

"Well, I'm ready."

"I can see that," Tom calmly replied while continuing to whale away on her bottom. "I'm just finding this to be a lot of fun. It's fun to hold you steady like this, and I'm thoroughly enjoying, ah, stimulating your conversation. And I've never spanked anybody with fifty feet of clothesline before. Tell me, how does it feel?"

I have no idea what Lucy's answer was.

Tom finally relented. "Okay, stand up now." Tom replaced the clothesline in the bag and tossed the bag over onto the table.

Returning to the original plan, Tom sat down and, with a polite hand motion, indicated it was time for Lucy to submit to her spanking.

Lucy walked over without further protest, bending across his lap and settling herself comfortably. Tom immediately raised up her skirt to expose the target area. He saw red.

What followed was just a basic you-pushed-me-too-far-with-your-teasing kind of hand spanking. Lucy just relaxed and enjoyed the experience, while Tom accompanied the action with a couple of stories about people who, to their sharp dismay, got precisely what they asked for. The stories were told in fits and spurts, since the sound of hand smacking bottom tended to drown out his quiet, halting speech. So at times Tom paused in the spanking to tell the story, and at times paused in the story to punctuate it with a special volley.

As Tom was finishing the first story, he prefaced the second by promising Lucy that her spanking would only be two stories long.

Lucy wailed in distress, for she knew how long one of Tom's stories could be! But they were so wonderful, she always wanted to hear the whole thing at once!

But she made it through the telling, listening carefully to every word.

And that's the tale of two tales.

The spanking presumed to be over, Lucy brightly offered to make Tom some coffee.

Tom thanked her, and went on to explain that he had some further tasks for her.

"For the next task, I'd like you to change into shorts and halter top. It would be best if the shorts don't reach very far down your leg, and are made of relatively thin cotton. And put on socks and comfortable walking shoes - something suitable for walking on grass in the park."

The coffee brewing, Lucy quickly changed.

"Now I'd like you to braid your hair into a single strand down the back, weaving the braid as tightly as possible. Can you do that?"

She could. In fact, the impudent young blonde sat right across from Tom, in halter top with hands working behind her head, expertly weaving her hair into a tight braid, grinning at her effect on poor old Tom.

Having choked down his coffee, Tom took out and unwrapped the clothesline. Pulling a small two-bladed Swiss Army knife from his pocket, he sliced off a length of clothesline, about three and a half feet. Tom asked Lucy to stand up and cross her wrists behind her back for binding.

Taking her purse and house key, Tom led Lucy outside the house and locked the house for her. He then helped her into the car, placing her purse and house key on the seat beside her.

As they drove away, Tom explained that he had permission to use the grounds of a certain estate about thirty miles farther out of town. He thought it would be nice to take her outside for a switch in scenery.

Lucy glanced sharply to see Tom grin. Yes, "a switch" was in the works.

Arrived at the estate, Tom helped Lucy out of the car. He locked the car, pocketing the key, carrying the remainder of the clothesline in his right hand.

Lucy worked at her wrists a bit. Tom examined them, pronouncing them sufficiently comfortable.

"Let's go for a walk," Tom invited.

Lucy, always game, replied, "Okay!"

Tom carefully reached over to Lucy's hair and wrapped the braid around his left hand. He then pressed on her head, bending her over. Tom saw her bottom clench in anticipation.

But Tom simply started walking, holding Lucy's head securely at waist level, hands still bound behind her back. Bent over at right angles, Lucy had no choice but to walk at Tom's side, stumbling as she learned to walk in such a position. Her protests were limited to a single "Eeek!"

But this was to be a long walk, and Lucy soon found the backs of her legs beginning to ache. Not to mention her hair! Each complaint elicited the identical response, "A little humbleness is good for you." The rubbing and swaying against the fabric inside her blouse had its own effect, of course.

"Please! Can we stop for a moment?"

"Very well. Let me know when you're ready to continue." Tom twisted around to stand directly in front of her, still holding her head down. Dangling a single loop of clothesline, Tom lifted his free arm up and behind his shoulder, whipping the clothesline down on her bottom.

"Yeouch!" The unexpected pain was shocking.

Tom paused, and whipped her again. He paused, and whipped her again. And yet again.

"I guess I'm ready to go now." Lucy caught on quickly.

"Very well." They proceeded as before. But they soon arrived at the medium-sized maple tree that was Tom's intended destination. Tom released Lucy to stand up. She was too sore to run away.

Tom walked Lucy over to where a large branch was at Tom's eye level, just above Lucy's head. Tom had her stand directly below the branch. He then wrapped her braid up and around the branch. It wrapped all the way around, as Tom expected, but was too short to tie. Tom sliced off another two feet of clothesline. He carefully tied the free end of the braid back to the base of her braid, leaving Lucy tied to the tree by her hair. She now had no option but to stand up straight.

"Be sure not to wiggle your head too much. I'd hate to have you abrade that beautiful braid." Lucy groaned at this dubious statement of wisdom.

Tom walked around Lucy several times, examining his prize. Satisfied, he broke off a long maple branch. Tom returned to stand where Lucy could easily observe him. He stripped off the leaves and twigs, and snapped off the last half foot of the branch. He now had a very substantial, springy switch in his hands.

Tom stepped towards her left side, looking behind her. "Raise your hands out of the way." Lucy slowly complied, keeping her shoulders back for Tom's visual benefit.

Whack! The sharp, hissing blow brought a quick gasp from Lucy. Tom returned to stand in front. Tom ran his hands along the switch, looking for bumps and other irregularities that might cause unwanted damage. Tom took his time, carefully carving off the bumps with his pocket knife. Lucy had no option but to watch.

"I don't think the bumps would cause much extra damage through your shorts, but I don't want to scratch up your legs too badly."

Lucy returned wry thanks, and began squirming in anticipation.

Tom was finally satisfied. "Let's try it out and see what we see."

With a flick of the wrist, Tom snapped the switch into the front of her legs, midway between knees and shorts. He stood back, and both watched the red line form.

"Yes, this switch will serve well."

But now Tom switched his tactics! Beginning with her left ankle and working up towards her neck, he reached out with the tip of the switch and began to tickle! At first he found no reaction, but he continued to explore. He could see the tension building.

"This is fun. I *like* teasing. How about you?"

All stories contained herein are property and copyright 1994-2001 OldTom@rocketmail.com, all rights reserved. Please don't repost them or make them publicly accessible via FTP, mail server, or archive site without explicit permission. Permission is granted for one hard copy for personal use.