RetributionChapter 1
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Mrs Brown was rubbing her stinging bottom and stepping from foot to foot with tears streaming down her face as she looked at eighteen-year-old Lauren through blurred tear-filled eyes and was crying uncontrollably. She wasn't complaining about the spanking Lauren had given her as she accepted her right to make the decision. In fact, she wasn't complaining at all but was just struggling to cope with the stinging pain.
Lauren sat with her arms and legs crossed looking up at the distraught Mrs Brown. She had never thought that she would have actually spanked the sixty-five-year-old yet Mrs Brown had eventually accepted her authority to do so.
Lauren heard the front door open and moments later the door to the dining room opened and in walked her step-mum, Caroline.
"Hi, mum," Lauren said happily.
Caroline Paterson looked at her step-daughter with a broad grin. "You did it then? You spanked her hard."
Lauren was still smiling and elated at what she had done. "Really hard, mum."
Caroline gave Mrs Brown a condescending look. Her step-daughter knew that Mrs Brown had been her form teacher all those years ago at school. In fact, it was thirty-three years ago. She was now fifty-one-years old and had been at the sixth form college until she was eighteen-years-old, so the same age as Lauren was now.
It had been fortuitous that she had been in the car park and seen Mrs Brown clip her step-daughters’ car. She watched as Mrs Brown got out of her car and checked Lauren's for any damage. Mrs Brown had indeed looked carefully and as she didn't see any damage she seemed happy enough to still park in the adjacent space and go in to the shop.
Caroline knew it was Lauren's car as they were due to meet for lunch and both were going to do some shopping first. Caroline had finished and was loading up her car and knew Lauren wasn't far behind. That was how come she was by her car when Lauren came out.
Caroline remembered Mrs Brown. She had had a schoolgirl crush on her and in order to have some alone time misbehaved so that she would be sent to see her in the Punishment Room. It meant she regularly spanked or caned and out of the two she far preferred to be spanked as she would have the sensation of Mrs Brown rubbing her bare bottom both before the spanking and when she rested during the spanking which she found almost as good as making out. She hated the spanking bit as it hurt so much but it was the only way to get so close to her.
Getting the cane was never the plan as there was no bodily contact and much more pain. She never deliberately earned the cane but sometimes she earned too many black marks to avoid it.
When Caroline saw Mrs Brown in the car park she remembered the schoolgirl crush and those erotic feelings came flooding back. However, she also thought it would be funny if Mrs Brown were on the receiving end of a spanking so she came up with the ruse. She checked Lauren's car after Mrs Brown went in to the shopping mall and saw there wasn't a mark on the car. She didn't think it through properly as she scratched the car with her key and got back to her car just as Lauren came out. She regretted it immediately but the die was cast and she told Lauren about the scratch and pointed her finger at Mrs Browns car. Lauren wasn't aware that her step-mum had been the one to scratch her car but was told Mrs Brown was her ex-teacher. The schoolgirl crush was also left out.
When Caroline entered the dining room and saw Mrs Brown doing the spanking dance she pictured how she used to do the same all those years ago after Mrs Brown spanked her. Mrs Brown still had her dress hem up above her waist and as she stepped from foot to foot her hair mound and pussy lips were on show which Caroline delighted in staring at but remembered that was also as hers would have been when Mrs Brown used to spank her bare bottom.
Mrs Brown saw the outline of Caroline but her vision was still blurred with her tears. However, she took from the exchange that the woman who had come in was Lauren's mum.
Caroline and Lauren smiled at each other as they watched Mrs Brown step from foot to foot and waited for her to recover some of her composure.
After a couple of minutes Mrs Brown stopped dancing but stood still rubbing her bottom. She wasn't concerned that her dress hem was still above her waist because her bottom was stinging so much.
Caroline saw Mrs Brown was recovering and asked, "Did you enjoy being spanked as much as when you spanked me at school, Mrs Brown."
The question threw Mrs Brown. She understood what was being said though and asked whilst sobbing, "Were you a pupil of mine?"
Caroline was smiling as she replied, "Yup. At the sixth form college."
"What's your name?" Mrs Brown asked.
"Caroline Paterson. Oh, but it was Caroline King then."
Mrs Brown picked up on the name. She said suspiciously, "Isn't Paterson the name of the witness?"
Caroline realised her mistake as soon as she said it but supposed that wasn't too much of a problem as she wanted Mrs Brown to know she used to be one of her pupils. "That's right," she admitted, adding, "It is fun to see you suffering a spanking from my step-daughter just like I suffered when you spanked me."
Mrs Brown half-smiled as she kept on rubbing her bottom and thinking back reckoned she remembered who Caroline was. "I used to have to spank you quite a lot, didn't I?"
Caroline laughed, "I was one of your regulars." After a moment, she added almost whimsically, "I always fancied you but guess you never knew that."
Mrs Brown smiled, "Oh I heard how some of the girls over the years were naughty on purpose and saw being spanked as almost a date. So, you were one of them, were you?"
"I was," Caroline admitted getting some of the same feelings for Mrs Brown as she had then. If anything, she was too relaxed and added, "So I thought if I scratched Lauren’s car and blamed you that you would end up being spanked by her." As she said it though she realised her mistake as soon as she glanced at Lauren.
Lauren was furious. "You scratched my car, mum?" she demanded incredulously.
Caroline blushed and stammered, "Well, erm, I was going to pay for the repair, sweetie."
Lauren almost spat back, "Don't sweetie me, mum. Do you need a spanking as well? Maybe I shouldn’t have spanked Mrs Brown at all if you scratched my car and how do you reckon she must think? Maybe she needs revenge for what you made me do?"
Caroline blushed an even deeper red and saw Mrs Brown staring at her in surprise as well.
Lauren was frustrated with the lack of a response and so ordered, “Go and get your cane, mum.”
Caroline gasped as she looked from Lauren to Mrs Brown and back to Lauren and decided she had no choice but to obey and go and get the cane that Lauren had used on her two weeks earlier.
The event two weeks ago flashed through Caroline’s mind. She had accused Lauren of taking some money from her purse and even told, Jill, her friend who phoned part way through the argument. Caroline was so sure she even threatened to cane Lauren using the cane she had bought from the fancy-dress party a few weeks earlier and had kept. She had caned herself with it a few times as a reminder of the times Mrs Brown had caned her and unknowingly was watched by Lauren one time. So, when Caroline realised that Lauren was innocent she was taken aback when her step-daughter said that she deserved the cane for her baseless allegations.
Caroline had had a couple or three glasses of wine with supper and had been thinking about the cane and was playing with the idea of self-caning herself again before bedtime. She wasn't thinking straight during the argument and when Lauren made her threat she was picturing Mrs Brown with her cane in her hand and just said, "Okay, then."
It was Lauren's turn to be thrown off balance but having seen her step-mum self-cane herself she was up for doing it for real. "I said go get the cane, mum," she ordered.
Caroline's mind was buzzing as she went upstairs to her bedroom and brought back down the cane. Should she let Lauren cane her she wondered? Lauren did have a teacher'ish voice that commanded obedience and she had often wondered what it would be like to be spanked by Lauren. Her friend Jill was spanked by her own step-daughter, Emma, who like Lauren was eighteen-years-old and she exercised disciplinary control in their household. Jill though spoke highly of being subject to Emma's discipline and Caroline had wondered how she would react if Lauren had authority over her.
When Caroline came back into the dining room carrying the cane she saw a wide-eyed Lauren holding out her hand and Caroline just handed it to her. Caroline knew though that a cold caning would hurt and so suggested, "Will you be spanking me first, Lauren?"
Lauren was blown away but for some time had felt irritated at how her step-mum had focussed on her own social life putting hers in second place. Lauren had felt both frustrated and annoyed so when her step-mum suggested first the cane and then a spanking she thought of Emma and immediately wanted to replicate the control she exercised at her house.
"Yes, mum. It will be a spanking first," Lauren said as though that was the natural order of things.
Lauren turned a chair in to the room and looking at Caroline saw she was wearing a short-sleeved top and skirt with bare legs. She ordered, "Put your skirt and knickers on the other chair and get across my lap, mum."
Caroline didn't have time to have second thoughts as she unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the floor and pushed her knickers towards the floor and stepped out of them. It seemed natural as only the day before she had watched Emma put Jill across her lap and spank her bare bottom and knew it was just the latest of a string of times that Emma had spanked her step-mum.
Caroline turned and stood by Lauren looking down at her lap. Lauren was wearing a vest top and shorts and so Caroline knew her bare tummy would be lying across Lauren's bare thighs.
Moments later Caroline's face was inches from the floor and with a close-up view of the backs of Lauren's legs and her own dangling on the far side of the chair and the memories of being across Mrs Browns lap came flooding back. There was one difference that Caroline was very aware of which was that she didn't have any erotic feelings about Lauren in the way that she had had them about Mrs Brown. Far from it in fact. Instead she saw this as a straight forward and well deserved discipline spanking and caning.
Lauren rubbed her step-mum's bare bottom and was smiling with disbelief that she was about to spank her. It only took a moment for her to focus and decide she was going to make it a very hard spanking and intended continuing until her step-mum started to cry before even thinking about the cane. With that decision, she raised her hand and brought her open palm down on the bare bottom on her lap and then continued to land spank after spank on alternate bottom cheeks and enjoyed more and more listening to her step-mum's increasingly distraught gasps. Lauren also found giving the spanking fulfilling given her unhappiness with her step-mum's attitude over recent months.
Caroline knew from the start that the spanking and her feelings about it were very different to when at school. Although at school it was supposed to be about discipline in fact it was about her schoolgirl crush. Today the spanking was supposed to be retribution for her accusation and causing Lauren embarrassment that was what it was exactly, and so it was rightfully very painful but she couldn't object. She knew she had been particularly direct and embarrassed Lauren when she told her friend. It didn't help, or maybe it did, that the friend was Jill who said she had been spanked only half an hour earlier by Emma for answering back and that she had only just recovered and redid were running make-up.
Lauren was getting more and more confidence as the spanking continued. She was initially surprised her step-mum stayed across her lap but supposed she had watched Emma spank her step-mum who also stayed in position until Emma was ready to let her up. Lauren supposed that adults who accepted being spanked didn't resist and that was the case with Jill and now seemed to be the case with her step-mum. She also thought about her friends’ older sibling when he was spanked by his step-mum and that he objected and even struggled but was told in no uncertain terms that if he got up he would be grounded for a month and that was enough to stop his resistance. Neither Jill nor her own step-mum seemed to need that threat to stay in place.
Caroline was gasping and let out a sob as her eyes filled with tears as the stinging took a hold. She wasn't sure how long Lauren had spanked her for but it seemed like an hour.
In the event Lauren looked at the clock on the sideboard and saw she had been spanking her step-mum for nine minutes before she heard the sob.
Lauren stopped spanking and looking at the back of her step-mum's head ordered, "Get up Mum and bend across the dining table."
Caroline sobbed again as she eased herself up from Lauren's lap and once standing turned and bent across the wooden dining table and clasped hold of the far side. She glanced around and saw Lauren glaring at her whilst flexing the cane which she held in both hands before letting go the end and keeping hold of the handle swished it twice. Caroline winced and turned away looking out of the French doors and for a horrible moment wondered if any of the houses backing on to theirs could see what was happening to her.
Lauren looked at her step-mum's very red bottom and then looking at the back of her step-mum's head stated firmly, "Six strokes, mum.”
Caroline winced at the memory of being told that so many times by Mrs Brown when at school. It sounded so strange as Lauren was just eighteen-years-old whilst she was fifty-one-years-old yet she was the one who had just been spanked and was about to be caned. However, she had watched Emma spank Jill three times in the last two weeks alone and so an adult being spanked by a teenager was becoming a norm for her.
Lauren positioned herself and tapped the cane on her step-mums bottom and heard the gasp and saw her bottom cheeks tense. Her step-mum didn’t know but Lauren had got hold of the cane one time she was alone in the house and had practised giving the cane by using a cushion and reckoned she was pretty much okay now knowing how hard to cane and how to land the cane in parallel strokes. Using her experience with the cushion she pulled her arm back, focussed on where she wanted the cane to land, and brought the cane down firmly with a loud thwack.
Caroline gasped as the cane bit in to her bottom cheeks and the pain cascaded around her bottom and once again the memories of being caned by Mrs Brown came flooding back. She could not stop herself crying out with the pain just as she couldn’t when caned by Mrs Brown. The same happened with the second stroke although this time she clasped her teeth together hissing deep breaths in and out with her eyes tightly shut and she felt herself clasping hold of the edge of the table to stop her urge to let go and get up. She hadn’t expected Lauren to cane so hard but supposed it was only as hard as Mrs Brown had caned her.
Lauren looked down at the two red raised wheals and as she landed the third stroke directly below the first two she watched her step-mum throw her head back and again hiss in and out time and was again clearly struggling with the severity of the caning. It didn’t make Lauren want to cane any lighter but instead as her step-mum was so obediently staying in position she upped the intensity with the fourth stroke.
Caroline cried out as the fourth stroke landed and could feel the tears running down her face as she threw her head back and cried out with the pain. She was so sorry she had accused her step-daughter and told herself never to do that again unless she was sure. That feeling was enforced as the fifth stroke landed and her crying intensified as did the stinging cascading across her bottom.
Lauren looked at the five-parallel raised wickedly red wheals and knew to land the sixth just below them and as this was the last stroke she knew as well to increase the force again. As the cane cut in to her step-mums bottom and was momentarily sucked in to the overlapping skin so she watched a now distraught woman of fifty-one cope with what was a very hard cane stroke. The crying filled the room and Lauren wondered whether the sound might have carried to next door.
Caroline was thankful that the caning was over and released her grasp of the far side of the table but was crying too much to get up. She just kept on crying whilst trying to recover but knew she would not be sitting down comfortably any time soon.
Lauren watched her step-mum struggle with the pain but recalled her discussions with Emma and knew she shouldn’t sympathise. It was a maternal style well-earned discipline caning given with love which both step-mum and step-daughter accepted and so there was no reason to sympathise. More important was to discover later on if the lesson was learned because if not the lesson would need to be repeated time and again until it was learned. It didn’t matter that it was the step-daughter disciplining the step-mum as the principle was the same.
Lauren watched as her step-mum did recover and pushed herself up and stood facing her with her tear-filled eyes and make-up that had run but she knew that no real harm had been done.
Caroline rubbed her bottom furiously and stepped from foot to foot but that was just normal for her, at least it was over thirty-years ago. She certainly didn’t want to be caned again but thought ruefully how equally she wasn’t going to accuse her daughter again and so that was a lesson she intended learning. Were there others she wondered but decided she wouldn’t even give that another thought.
Caroline had played the spanking and caning she had got two weeks ago over in her mind as she brought the cane back downstairs today and walked in to the dining room. She supposed it might not be such a bad thing if Mrs Brown caned her again even after all these years. She walked over to Mrs Brown and looking repentant handed her the cane.
Mrs Brown glared at Caroline and ordered, “Take off your skirt and knickers and bend across the desk just as you did back in the Punishment Room.”
Caroline bit her lip as she unzipped her skirt and just as she did two weeks earlier let it fall to the floor before stepping out of her knickers. She scooped both pieces of clothing up and placed them on one of the chairs before bending over and clasping the far side of the table.
Mrs Brown allowed Caroline to settle for a few moments also knowing the tension would be increasing in her mind. She then explained directing her comments to Lauren, “I think, you, Lauren should cane your step-mum.”
Caroline looked aghast as she turned around and was about to object.
“Silence,” Mrs Brown ordered looking directly at Caroline and using her strict teachers voice.
Caroline obeyed but looked up despondently at Mrs Brown.
Mrs Brown continued, “Lauren, you will cane her. Twelve strokes I think in view of her age and I expect them to be very hard strokes. After that I will take her upstairs to her bedroom where we will make love which I think is something she wanted to do all those years ago.”
Caroline was open-eyed at the thought of making out with Mrs Brown and reckoned twelve strokes of the cane was definitely worth it.
Mrs Brown wasn’t finished though. “You, Lauren, are clearly a mature young lady even though still a teenager but I listened carefully to you telling when your step-mum was out of the room about your friend Emma and her step-mum. I think you must have the same authority over your step-mum from now on. Looking at the time I reckon we will be making love for two hours and so I should be gone by five o’clock. I think as an additional punishment you should put your step-mum to bed by seven o’clock after you have disciplined her again. That will put you in the same position as the parent required to discipline one of my schoolgirls after I disciplined them at school. I recommend a shower at six-thirty then put her across your lap for a good hard and long spanking and then another twelve strokes of the cane. You will then enforce any rules you impose going forward and again suggest you liaise with Emma on that.”
Lauren was smiling as Mrs Brown gave her orders whilst Caroline was aghast.
However, Caroline didn’t want to object in case Mrs Brown decided not to take her to bed after her caning as she so wanted to do that. Being under Lauren’s disciplinary control wasn’t so bad either as she had seen how Jill didn’t mind and they were very similar in nature. In fact, she was quite sure that it would more than likely make her a better mum.
Mrs Brown waited for any objections.
Caroline gave the most telling reaction by turning away and grasping hold of the far side of the table and parting her legs readying herself for the cane. Straight after that Lauren positioned herself and tapped the cane on Caroline’s bottom and looked focussed as she pulled her arm back and readied herself to land the first stroke.
Mrs Brown looked at Lauren and again saw how beautiful she was and hankered to make love to her as well but decided she would settle for Caroline. Maybe though she would spend some time with the family and accept Lauren’s disciplinary authority over her just as she had already accepted Vicky’s.
Lauren focussed her attention on her step-mum and felt good about having disciplinary control over her. She would discuss rules and penalties for breaking the rules with Emma but was now very pleased with the way things had worked out today.
As eighteen-year-old Lauren landed the first cane stroke on her fifty-one -year-old step-mums bare bottom who cried out with pain but stayed in position they were both very sure that the new regime was going to work out very well for both of them.
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Retribution My thanks to LadyCibelle and my friend SH for sorting my foul-ups and editing this short tale for me It was amazing; it looked like I'd picked the perfect spot. From my chosen seat in the back corner booth almost no one could see me, but I could see just about everyone in the place. I suppose I'd better add that Jimmy, the owner of the club, had arranged for a couple of large plants to be moved so that the booth was almost completely hidden and, to most customers, would look as...
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SpankingVicky was so annoyed this morning. She had told Emilie and Marian to be home by midnight but they hadn’t even arrived at twelve-thirty.So first thing in the morning she stormed into each of their bedrooms and ordered, “Out of bed, take your nighties off, go to my bedroom, and press your noses against the wall.”Emilie and Marian were both saying, ‘”Sorry,” as they did as they were told. Of course, they both knew how late they had been the night before and that there would be a price to pay. It...
SpankingVicky had spent another leisurely day on the beach. She had got there later than she would normally have done as she had given both Marian and Emilie particularly severe spankings in view of their bad behaviour the night before. Both ladies were now at home grounded and therefore had to stay naked the whole day.Part way through the day Mrs. Brown had started talking to Vicky. They knew each other from church but had never really spoken before. That was probably because of their age difference....
SpankingVicky woke slightly later than usual and heard movement downstairs. She smiled to herself wondering if Emilie and Marian’s bottoms were still stinging after the spanking she gave them both before sending them to bed yesterday. However, nineteen-year-old Vicky was worried that forty-one-year-old Emilie might have changed her mind after a nights’ sleep but knew she had to find out. She got up and still in her shorty nightie went downstairs and found Emilie in the kitchen. Emilie smiled as...
SpankingVicky was feeling relaxed as she drove the car onto the driveway. She was nineteen-years-old and had been to the beach. She had had a lazy time sunbathing in her bikini which showed off her full breasts flat tummy and slim legs. She went for a dip in the warm water every once in a while and dried off by simply lying on her sun bed under the hot sun. It was now late afternoon, she had stayed in her bikini as she knew she would shower when she got back. Her long dark brown hair now flowed freely...
Spanking"It is with a heavy heart that we say goodbye," Mattie broadcast in a haltering childlike voice filled with grief, just the thing to touch the heartstrings, "not only to one wonderful individual who'd survived against such terrible odds, but two. The fact that they were killed by a pompous, self-righteous group who think they were protecting the world from those who are suffering makes it even worse. But for now, we need you, our listeners, to pray for our recently departed, and to...
‘Be prepared to make your move, Zax!’ Kloky and Bonjier urged his fallen façade of an old, lanky man. ‘We only have time to generate a strike to distract him. Subsequently, we’ll leave back to the pathway”, while in the Companion’s Link formation they combined soul could vaguely skim the visage within the Bewildering Archons Magic formation. “And it would be up to you to draw him far and for as long as possible. Transporting your family and friends to the base will take a week at the...
November 1973, age 18 November has to be the worst month of the year. The clocks have changed, so the days are shorter, and the weather is invariably miserable. Add to that the funeral of my best friend’s mum, and it became the antithesis of the season of cheer. Kelly Redpath’s funeral took place at Morden crematorium, not far from home (which we had now re-occupied after extensive building work). Harry seemed numb, understandably. I’d been in his shoes and knew how he felt. The police had...
In the morning, Linda awoke and sat up in bed feeling refreshed for the first time in days. The stress of not having enough money, no job, and no safe place to live was slowly fading. She could work on her living arrangements today. First things first though. Her empty tummy and caffeine deprived brain were both clamoring for attention. After morning wake up detail in the bathroom, Linda donned a clean pair of shorts and a T-shirt, pair of socks and her soon to be copyrighted...
Arriving downtown Linda saw an Italian restaurant featuring pizza and grabbed the bus’ stop-cord. She realized that hunger pangs were making her cranky. Ms. Mouse agreed. Linda walked into the restaurant and, since it was open seating, she selected an empty table by the front window. She was pleased that the pizza menu allowed customers to order by the slice. Linda ordered two slices of pepperoni pizza and a Pepsi. It was really good pizza. She would definitely return to this place when she...
After dinner Linda went up to her room and turned on the evening news. She watched with interest a developing national story about Medicaid corruption. “An FBI agent was found dead in a park located in Cauthen, Virginia two days ago. The FBI and police are calling this a potential murder investigation. An FBI spokesman reported the agent was investigating a Medicaid fraud ring centered in Cauthen. The alleged ringleader was a prominent attorney named J. Robert Perkins. Doctor Firestone,...
The next morning Linda awoke refreshed and ready to face a new day. She decided on a room service breakfast and ordered scrambled eggs with toast and coffee. Stepping into the shower Linda planned out her day. We have the location of the Russian gang, from that creep in the hotel restaurant with the lobbyist, so let’s use the laptop to look the area over. Then, we can go there today, look around and come up with a plan, Linda mused. I like it, added Ret. Let’s not go walking in with our...
In the morning Linda walked downstairs for breakfast with Carla. Carla was practically walking on air. “Hey, Carla, good morning. You look happy today,” Linda said. “I lost six pounds! I can’t believe it! I’m so happy.” I had to give her a boost to cover the time we’re gone in the Caribbean, whispered Tink. Carla brought Linda a large waffle, sweet strawberry syrup and a plastic tub of Cool Whip. Already sitting on the table was a bowl of sliced, fresh strawberries. “Looks like we’re...
It was close to midnight when the Jellyfish arrived in George Town, Grand Cayman Island trailed by El Gato Grande and Pretty Lady. Jessica had radioed in ahead to warn the authorities she had a woman and two young girls needing emergency medical attention. She didn’t mention pirates or rape over the open radio transmission. Police and three ambulances were waiting at the pier for her as they tied up. Jessica explained the situation and informed the police she was claiming salvage rights on El...
The girls didn’t get back to their hotel room in Istanbul until 7 a.m. the next day. Linda walked in, turned her phone on and found seventeen messages and texts from Fred. He sounds mad to me, whispered Mouse. Ya think? asked Tink. I guess we better call him, whispered Linda. Go ahead. We’re sleepy, Ret said. Mouse yawned, Goodnight, Linda. See ya later. Have fun with Fred, whispered Tink. Great, the going gets tough and the girls go to sleep, complained Linda. Her complaint was...
“I have great news, Linda,” “What’s that, Fred?” She asked as she moved her scrambled eggs around on her plate. Linda was trying to decide the best way to tell Fred they needed to move to San Diego. Just tell him for God’s sake, whispered Mouse. “You’re getting noticed. I’ve been contacted by several major sponsors wanting information about you.” Tell him about the autographs, Ret whispered. Mouse giggled, That one fan with the short blonde hair was really hot. Mouse, you perv. I’ve...
Brisbane, Australia. Linda and the girls were enchanted. Fascinated. The whole atmosphere was so much like home and so different at the same time. The signs were in English. The streets and cars looked the same. Just different. The Australian cars had the steering wheels on the wrong side and they all drove on the wrong side of the road too. This would take some getting used to. “What’s the name of this place again, Fred?” asked Linda “Meriton Suites in Adelaide Street. We have adjoining...
Wake up everybody! We have to get ready for Cindy’s breakfast meeting, Linda shouted. Come on, we’re late already! Mouse groaned and rolled over. Can’t we just stay here and let you go to the meeting? Ret whispered, They’re already downstairs in the restaurant. Cindy, Fred, Mike, Diane and some new girl named Joyce. Okay then, we have to hurry. Let’s drain the bladder and go. Shower time after the meeting, Linda said. I’ll go along, but I may fall asleep during breakfast, whispered...
It was evening the day after Christmas when Linda arrived in Los Angeles. Since she was flying in from Honolulu, she could bypass customs and walk straight to baggage claim. Linda was surprised to find a guy waiting for her with a sign saying ‘Linda Spencer’ on it. When she checked with him, he handed her a note from Joyce, ‘Enjoy the limo.’ The driver collected her luggage and escorted Linda out to a black limousine. He drove her to the Charleston Hotel, and opened the door for her then...
Ben entered the room followed closely by an officious looking man in a suit. Ben looked angry. The man in the suit looked smug. "Seth, I need your paperwork again," Ben spat as he stomped into the room. "This pinhead wants to play games. We have to play his games, but I'll get a lawyer and sue his ass and the hospital. Do you have..." He stopped abruptly as the crowd around Udit's bed registered with him. Everyone turned to look at him. "There's no need for name calling," the man...
I have been here for almost a week, recovering from my injuries. I owe my life to my saver, the priest that brought me here. The man of God, he has been taking care of my injuries. It’s hard to guess how old he is, from the thick beard that covers most of his facial features. He is a tall and slim man, always standing straight, full of confidence. It was late in the afternoon. For one hour I was struggling in bed to bring myself in an upright position. When the priest sees how much I have...
The smell of incense filled the air. I inhaled the scent, as I stopped at each Icon, made a cross gesture on my body before kissing the painting of each saint. Once finished, I made the same gesture on the large brass cross with the figurine of Jesus. I stood there, staring at Christ. “Jesus chose to die because he loved humanity and wanted to save us. To give us the chance to go to Heaven,” Father Petrou said. He appeared next to me. “You weren’t in your room or the garden. I figured you’d...
The streets of Central London were flooded with shoppers. With the festive season getting nearer, the shops were packed. Wherever you looked, there were pedestrians with more bags then they can carry. Their arms were swinging backwards and forwards, as they leapt in and out of shops. Everyone was getting ready for Christmas. I don’t come to the West End to buy gifts or browse the shops. I walk the streets of London hoping to see two familiar faces. I am searching for Goliath and his...
By ten-thirty I was in bed, compared to other night which was after midnight. I was up from the crack of dawn the next day. It was before Father Petrou arrived, with breakfast prepared for two. It was a full English breakfast, consisting of sausages, eggs, beans and toast. I was preoccupied over the cooker when Father Petrou startled me. “I hope you haven’t prepared anything for me, Tony? I am fasting,” he said. With two plates in my hand, I turned around. “Nativity Fast, right?” I...
Days turned into weeks, but time stood still for me. I expanded my horizons with Chris’s advice. With only ten days until Christmas, I hadn’t made any progress. My frustration began to show. To subside it, I trained longer and harder. I released my anger by jogging. Father Petrou noticed it as well, from my change of mood. He attempted to talk to me. It was Saturday morning. We were cleaning the garden, collecting the last of the leaves which had fallen of the trees. “Try and put it all...
I had confessed to Father Petrou that it was me who put the envelope under the bible. I kept a small amount for myself, not to spend on me, but for travelling expenses. I was planning on using some of the cash to buy a firearm, but without having the right contacts, it was not possible. Maybe it was better that way. The last thing I needed was the police on my tail. The only weapon I had was the old police baton. If appropriately used, it would be as lethal as any weapon. With my injury...
Gladstone Avenue was dead quiet at two in the morning. There weren’t many houses with their lights on. The only movement on the street was coming from the property Tatiana entered earlier. I still wasn’t one-hundred per cent she lived there. I walked past the house, taking a quick glimpse into the front garden. The two bold goons I saw earlier were still standing by the front door. They were guarding the entrance like a couple of bouncers outside a nightclub. I carried on walking down the...
As soon as I got back to St Barnabas, I locked myself in my room. I ripped off the clothes I was wearing and jumped into the shower. I scrubbed my body clean from any evidence I had on me. The clothing I had on I dumped in a black garbage bag, to get rid of later. All these items needed to be destroyed. My adrenaline was still high. I emptied the contents of the rucksack onto the bed, covering the bedspread with money. It took me a while to separate the notes into their category and count it....
It was two in the morning when the train rolled into Brighton Railway Station. If it hadn’t been for one of the passengers waking me up, I would have still been sleeping on the trains return journey. All groggy I staggered off the train. Once I went through the ticket barrier, I searched for the nearest bathroom to freshen up. After letting the water run for a while, I realised the water wasn’t warming up. As soon as the cold liquid touched my face, it fully woke me up. I was ready to begin...
Everyone around me was getting into the Christmas spirit, enjoying themselves. I stayed glued on that seat. With eyes like a hawk, I observed each person that walked through the entrance. As the evening progressed more customers rolled into the cocktail bar. It made it difficult for me to see everyone while being seated. I need to walk around. Sipping on my beverage, I casually walked towards the rope barrier. A small section of the rope was unhooked. A couple in their late fifties stood by...
Father Petrou’s voice woke me up. I checked the time. It was gone two in the afternoon. I lay there on the bed for a moment, just staring at the ceiling. “Tony, have you woken up yet?” Father Petrou called. “Give me a minute, Father.” “I’ll be in my office,” he replied. Fifteen minutes later I walked into Father Petrou’s office, under my arm the bag containing the money. My good friend, the priest, was reading from the bible which was spread open on his desk. If I hadn’t coughed, he...
"We gotta do something about them damn Germans," the captain said at one of our rare winter meetings. He passed the jug and asked for suggestions. We drank his whisky and waited for him to tell us what he had decided. "Ought to make it like a surprise if we can," he said. "Catch 'em sleeping." "They do put out guards, pickets," somebody said. The captain made a face at him. "Get rid a'them first," he said, "quietly." "What brought this on?" I asked. "More rapes, more...
Our dating ramped up. Paul asked me to hold Friday night’s and all weekend free for him, unless he told me otherwise. I agreed, and so we started to spend nearly every minute of that time together. Occasionally, I had to work on the weekends. I knew far enough ahead of time so that Paul could plan something work related. I definitely had the feeling that he was working around me, instead of me working around him. One weekend when I had to work, Paul had flown to Viet Nam to do something...