A Comedy of AR's (Book 2)

Chapter 18
CHAPTER 218 .......... Amnesia (Part Twelve) Pain and a Plan

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CHAPTER  218

Sammantha opened her sliding closet door a few inches and took down a huge wooden paddle with air holes.  Then she turned around and slammed it on the bed mattress so hard it made the entire room shake … and it made me jump.  It sounded like a double-barreled shotgun blast.

 

Timidly, I asked her, “Will that thing send me to the hospital?”

 

Sammantha sat down on the end of the bed, tapping the paddle on her left palm, and answered, “If it doesn’t kill you.”

 

My body started to tremble.

 

“It’s not too late to change your mind, Derrek.  The last time you were in this predicament, you chose babyhood and diapers over the sorority paddle.  But keep in mind that if you act like a baby, I’m going to treat you like a baby.”

 

I was determined that that would not be the path I chose today.  I didn’t want to be a child in the first place.

 

I quietly asked, “How many swats will you give me?”

 

She exhaled deeply.  “I really don’t know, Derrek.  I guess it depends on what color your butt is.  Frankly, I would recommend the diapers and the crib for you, Derrek.  And you look so cute as a baby.  You’re a little blondie.  It’s really not that bad of a lifestyle.”

 

“NO!” I argued.  “I DON’T want to be a baby.  I’ll take the spanking.”

 

To emphasize the point, I walked close up to Sammantha and unbuckled my pants.  I pushed them down to my ankles.  “I’m ready,” I said stoically.

 

“You don’t look ready, Derrek,” she told me.  “Did you forget Friday’s spanking already?  Take your shoes off and put all your clothes in my hamper.  And don’t forget your underpants this time.”

 

I sat down on the floor and started crying again.  It was so embarrassing.  I felt so childish.  I took off my shoes and socks and slid my pants past my feet.  Then I took my shirt off.  Then I stood up and turned my back.  I was reluctant to drop my undies because my penis had betrayed me again with a rock-hard stiffie.

 

“I’m losing my patience, Derrek.  You have 15 seconds to decide if you want to be a good baby.”

 

I don’t want to be a good baby ever.  I slid my tighty whities down and stepped out of them.  I threw all my clothes in the hamper and then turned to face the music in the most embarrassing position I could imagine … standing nude in front of my pretend mommy as a naughty boy with a pronounced erection.  I hoped she wouldn’t make fun of it again like at my last spanking.

 

“Are you waiting for an engraved invitation, Derrek?  Lean forward over my lap and pop up your butt.  See if you can poke your penis between my knees so I can get a good grip on you.”

 

“Good boy, Derrek.  I’m just going to feel your butt for a moment.  You have a nice bottom, very tender.  I’m just going to tenderize it a little bit.  When we’re done, don’t be surprised to see white polka dot circles all over.  Those are leftover decorations from the holes.”

 

“Derrek, why don’t we just dispense with the spanking nonsense and let you become a happy, healthy, baby?  Wouldn’t you rather do that?”

 

“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!” I screamed … followed by my next screams.

 

“OOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!!!!”

“OOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!!!!”

 

Sammantha finally did her job and stood me back up.  She put her arms around my waist as I cried furiously.

 

“Purple looks good on you, Derrek.  Why don’t you run along back to your little boy’s room and lay on your bed on your tummy with bunny rabbit.  Your bottom’s going to hurt for a couple days, so just take it easy and let it heal up.  You can masturbate your penis if that would make you feel better.  It still looks pretty hard.”

 

I did as I was told and cried for a long time but I didn’t feel like jacking off.  She gave me one swat per buttock but it felt as hot as a branding iron.  The pain was searing.  Still, I was very glad that I would not have to wear diapers or sleep in my crib tonight.  There were only three days till Friday, and I would be rid of Sammantha forever.  And I was determined to behave myself for that period of time.  I needed to part ways with Starline.

 

 

 

Wednesday morning, I was determined to grin and bear it.  I would not complain about yesterday.

 

Sammantha asked me at breakfast, “How are you doing this morning, sweety?”

 

“I’m a little sore, Mom … but it’s not that bad.  I’ll get through it.  See, I’m able to sit down already.”

 

Actually, it was that bad.  It hurt a lot, and it hurt to put pressure on my butt when I sat anywhere.  But my goal was to get to Friday evening and bid Sammantha a fond farewell.

 

When I got to school, I sat quietly and kept to myself.  But Starline wouldn’t leave me alone.

 

“What happened when you got home, Derrek?  Did your mom punish you?  Tell me what happened.”

 

I finally told her to meet me at the janitor’s closet.  We shut the door and I lowered everything to show her the results.

 

“Holy shit, Derrek!  Your butt’s all purple … and what are these white circles?”

 

“Her sorority paddle had big holes.”

 

Starline looked up and surmised, “You were right, Derrek.  She paddled you on a Tuesday, and that’s a day that ends with a letter ‘Y’.”

 

Instead of calling her a ditz, I just pulled up my pants and told her, “I’ve got to get to class … but then I turned and asked, “Did your parents punish you?”

 

She scoffed, “Oh no … They just told me to stay away from you because you were a bad influence.”

 

“Yeah, I think they’re right.”

 

I ate lunch by myself and, obviously, did not rendezvous with Starline afterward.  I just went on to Health class and the pain I was still experiencing must have been apparent in my facial expressions.

 

“Derrek, are you okay?” asked Coach Bimbo.

 

I winced while sitting down at my desk.  “Not really, Coach, but I’ll get through it.”

 

“Did you and your mom have it ‘out’ last night?”

 

I nodded.  “I guess you could say that.”

 

“Do you want to talk about it?” he asked me.

 

I looked around at the rapidly filling classroom and replied, “Yeah, I do, but maybe after class?  There’s too many kids around.”

 

“Sure, I have an open period coming up.”

 

In almost every class, I sat next to and in front of Madeline and Hoshiko.  I knew that because of my rudeness on Monday, neither girl had interest in speaking to me.  That was okay.  I didn’t want to socialize with children anyway.

 

When class ended, I didn’t get up, but rather just waited for the other students to exit.  Coach Bimbo walked in my direction and closed the door.  “How bad was it, Derrek?” he asked me.

 

“Bad,” I answered.  Then I stood up and undid my belt buckle … and exposed my buttocks the first eight inches down.

 

“Starline and I stole a couple small bags of chips at the mall, and my mom went totally ballistic.”

 

The coach reacted with shock.  “Jesus Christ, Derrek!  Your butt is all purple.  And what are these white circles?”

 

“Those are the air holes in my mom’s sorority paddle from college.”

 

“How many times did she swat you.”

 

I picked up my jeans.  “Just once on each side.  I really hate her.”

 

“Well once was too much, Derrek.  She really beat you to a pulp.  This is like the caning they do in Singapore … very cruel.  Derrek, as a teacher, I’m obligated to report any child abuse to the authorities.”

 

“No, Coach!”

 

“Why not, Derrek?”

 

There was desperation in my voice.  I couldn’t jeopardize my deal with Sammantha for Friday. 

 

“It’s complicated, Coach … but telling the authorities might mess up a lot of people’s lives.”

 

(Norton Bimbo might have thought that my remark had something to do with his past history of abuse with Sammantha on the high school wrestling team … and that the authorities might arrest him.)

 

“Is there anything else I can do to help you?  Your mom has no right to beat the crap out of you like this.”

 

“No, that’s alright, Coach … but I appreciate your offer.”

 

“Well Derrek, there is one other thing that we might be able to do, but it’s confidential and you would have to agree to it.”

 

“Like what?”

 

The coach bent down and spoke very quietly.  Derrek, I know a guy who would probably be able to come to your apartment and do stuff to her.”

 

I looked up at him strangely.  “Stuff?” I repeated.

 

“You know … rough her up a little … slap her around a little.”

 

My expression brightened.  “You mean like give Sammantha a taste of her own medicine?”

 

“Yeah,” the coach agreed, “something like that.”

 

Now I was getting excited.  “Coach, I would LOVE to see that happen.  I hate her so much.  She had no right to do this to me … to beat me.”

 

“Exactly, Derrek.”

 

“So when would he come over.”

 

“He could come today if you want.  Are you guys going to be home at 7 pm?”

 

“I think so … but wouldn’t I need an excuse to let him in?”

 

“Got any ideas, Derrek?”

 

“Wait, we could pretend that he was one of my assistant coaches for football … let’s say Matthew.”

 

“And why is he coming over?”

 

I thought about it for a few seconds.  “We could pretend he’s delivering new cleats for Friday’s game.”

 

“But you have a concussion.”

 

“I can just say that a couple teammates are out sick and they need me to suit up and sit on the bench so they don’t have to forfeit.”

 

Coach Bimbo stood back up.  “Sounds like a plan, Derrek.  Are you sure you want to go through with it?”

 

“Absolutely, Coach.  I am so sick of her treating me like a child.”

 

“Alright, Derrek … but this has to remain a secret just between you and me.  You can’t tell anyone.”

 

“I won’t.  I really want to do this.”

 

“Well, okay, I’ll call him … Let me know tomorrow what happens.”

 

I nodded.  “Okay, thanks, Coach.”

 

 

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