Cody had been spending most of the past week avoiding the grown ups. The sting of humiliation that he had felt initially had been turned on its head, replaced by seething anger. The guy, Mr. Peter, had handled him, and Cody didn't like that. The guy had no right to put his hands on him in any way, and he was sure that he would find a way not to allow that to happen again. And Ms. Becky.... Whoah boy. That had been some experience, hadn't it? First her watching Peter beat his butt with that paddle right there in the kitchen, and then her pulling him across her lap like he was some stupid, wimpy little kid. Like the boy, whatshisname. His anger and humiliation over that incident were so mixed together that they formed some strange stirrings in his belly (and below) that he didn't care to think about too much. Either way, he wasn't going to let it happen again. He had enough things to question as it was, and he didn't need to be thinking about his guardian that way.
Cody didn't want to be anywhere near Peter. That much was for damned sure. He felt as though if he was in the same room with the guy (at least when they weren't sat down for meals) that he'd slug him one. He was fourteen years old: practically an adult! Definitely too old to be treated like a little kid bent over the kitchen chair and having his butt smacked with some stupid kid's paddle. It was stupid and it was humiliating and one day soon he was going to put Peter right back in his place. See how the dude felt if the paddle was being used on him, for a change.
Just the thought made Cody quiver with excitement. Though it didn't give him the same feeling deep in his belly that the thought of being over Becky's knee did, but there was a similar sensation, and it felt good to feel as though he was on top of things, on the top of the world with the guy who had brought him to his lowest. At least that was how Cody saw it.
So instead of spending much time with the grown ups, he'd eaten his supper the past week with his head down, thinking about the things that he'd like to do to them. Once in a while he thought about having Becky turned ass up over his own lap, her skirt up, her panties down, and his hand smacking her butt. That thought made things stir even more, and he would find himself giving Becky a sly grin whenever she glanced at him.
Cody spent most of his time in the library with his computer, or in his room playing with his guitar. He wasn't all that great at playing music yet, but he figured that he would be in time. He'd had to stop lessons when he came to Foster Forest
He didn't see a lot of the kids, either, though sometimes he had to share the library with the girl (what was her name? Betsy? Beth? He could never quite figure out what she liked to be called). They didn't talk to each other too much, and he figured that she was just as embarrassed that he'd seen her getting it as he would be if she saw him. But he wasn't going to get it again. There was no way he was going to get caught doing anything again. Whenever he wanted to do something he figured he might get in trouble for, he did it in the privacy of his own room, a space he figured they couldn't invade.
Cody didn't mind the girl so much, really. At least she didn't ask him about what had happened that day. The kid, the boy, he seemed to never let up. The first couple of days he had tagged along after Cody asking him constantly what it was like, did he cry, and all sorts of other stupid questions that he wasn't going to answer. The kid was a real pain in the ass, and Cody had been on the verge of telling him so several times when Becky had interceded and taken the kid off somewhere else to play.
At least he had things to do. It occurred to the teenager that the kid didn't know what to do with his time now that there was no television or video games at all in the place. He just seemed to hang around Cody or one of the grown ups all the time, making a nuisance of himself. Cody, on the other hand, could play his guitar or mess with his computer, chatting with Celine or any of his other friends from back home. He missed his parents, and sometimes he used the computer to journal about that as well. It was good to get it out of his system, but there was still an empty hole they had left. This new life was upsetting and confusing, and... painful.
No child ever envisioned themselves in foster care, and now that Cody was here he realized that there were so many things he had taken for granted with his parents: their love for him, their dedication to helping him to make the most out of things. Now he felt as though he was almost always left on his own. After all, if he'd gone off into hiding the way that he was right now, stuck in his room with his laptop and chatting on Facebook, his parents would have tracked him down and at least tried to find out what was going on with him. He didn't understand why Ms. Becky or even Mr. Peter didn't do that now.
Cody sighed and replied to the comment that Celine had posted on his wall. "I don't know when I'll get to see you," he typed. "Hopefully soon. Maybe I can sneak out."
Absently Cody flipped over to the other window that he had open. His eyes scanned the photos of the young women (most of them hardly older than he was, but at least legal) and sighed softly. He'd seen Celine naked the one time that they'd done it, but this was different. There were real curves on these women, and their nipples stood out perkily against their milky skin. Looking at them made his heart beat faster and something begin to stir below the belt. He smiled softly and shifted his computer, along with his weight, to the side, enjoying the pictures and preparing to enjoy them a lot more.
Some days later Cody would be glad that Becky chose that moment to burst into the room. Of course he preferred for her not to burst into his room at all, and if she had to, he would have rathered that she not have a furious expression on her face. But if Becky Thomas had to choose a time to burst into his door without warning, he was definitely glad that she did it before he had his pants open and his dick out. It was embarrassing enough that she had seen him bare when she'd spanked him last week, and horrible that she'd walked in on him when Peter had been paddling his butt. But nothing on earth could compare to being caught in the act that way, and he would be glad that she hadn't decided to show up just a moment later.
Everything happened very quickly. The door sprang back on its hinges and actually hit the wall behind it. Becky rushed into the room, her hair disheveled and her face beet red. Cody swore that her hands looked just like claws as they reached for his laptop and snatched it out from his grip before he could do so much as snap the lid closed. He reacted quickly, springing off the bed and making a grab for the computer so that he could stop her from seeing what was on it. His cheeks were hot, and his eyes narrowed as he struggled with the computer for a moment.
Cody knew that it was pointless. Becky was going to get the computer from him if for no other reason than she was stronger than him. And he was going to be punished, because that's how things worked around here. No doubt she was going to take him across her lap like a little kid and beat his butt with her hairbrush the way that she had the last time. And he would cry and plead with her and make an idiot out of himself and be totally embarrassed by the entire thing. Then, no doubt, she'd give him the computer back and let him use it only with supervision or some other stupid thing like that.
The teenager watched as Becky's green eyes moved back and forth across the screen, taking it all in. She was absorbing it slowly, taking her time. The slowness of her reaction made Cody feel increasingly uncomfortable, and he shifted from one foot to the other, waiting for her to say something. Finally, after what seemed like forever but was honestly less than a minute, she snapped the computer shut and pointed to the door. "You are to go to my office. It's the door next to the dining room and it's unlocked. You will go and you will wait for me there. We'll discuss this at length as soon as I am calm enough to deal with you."
"I'm not a fucking little kid! I'm not like... Like the boy, you can't tell me what to do all the time!" Cody retorted. Even as the words came out of his mouth he knew that they were a mistake and he regretted them even as he continued to speak. "That's my computer. Give it back to me right now or I'll fucking sue you and this whole place. It's mine!"
"No," Becky said coolly. "Everything that was yours became mine when you moved into this place. You have been allowed the privilege of using this computer because I thought that you were using it for honest pursuits. Now that I can see what you've done with it, you won't see it again. Go to my office and wait for me there," she said again.
Cody's jaw ached as he ground his teeth together and glared at his guardian. He didn't know her well, but what he'd seen of her in the last two weeks told him that there was no way she was going to relent. He rolled his eyes and stalked toward the door of his room, his shoulders hunched and his back slouching. He left her behind him, still in his room, and it crossed Cody's mind that it was probably going to be searched. Thank God he didn't have any contraband in the room that would get him into more trouble. He was sure that he was in enough of it as it was.
There were angry tears in Cody's eyes already as he made his way down the steps. His erection was gone with his good mood, and he made his way noisily down to the ground floor, wanting to make sure that Becky knew just how angry with her he was. He had rights. And by God he was going to exercise those rights by.... Well, he didn't know how he was going to exercise his rights, but he was going to make it clear to Becky that she was to give his computer back to him or there was going to be hell to pay. And if she didn't, he would find a way to get it himself.
But Cody's mouth was dry by the time he let himself into the office. The lights were on, and he took a moment to look around. There were bookshelves everywhere, and the desk was old oak with a comfortable-looking leather chair behind it. In front there were two less comfortable looking chairs, and a straight-backed version tucked into a corner. He knew what that would be for. Slowly and with a great deal of hesitation, Cody went and sat down on one of the chairs in front of the desk. The thought to explore crossed his mind but he decided against it immediately. It was wiser for him to be careful about how he spent his time in here. He didn't want the witch to walk in on him doing something else that he shouldn't be doing. Whatever was coming was probably going to be bad enough as it was.
***
It was nearly half an hour later when the office door opened. Cody turned his head to look to see who was entering, and was surprised to see that Becky looked more polished now, her hair pulled back in a braid, changed into one of the skirts that he liked the most. She was wearing those sexy cowboy boots under it, and a canvas belt around her waist. It all just accentuated her curves, and he felt a nervous tension in his belly that moved lower and made him stir again. He shifted slightly as she walked around to sit behind her desk, and he had to struggle to get his mouth wet again when she leveled a stern gaze at him.
"Well," Becky said sternly, and Cody sat up straighter in his chair, leaning forward slightly and trying to show her that he was listening. Whatever was coming wasn't going to be good, but he would show her in the meantime that he was interested in what she had to say, and then maybe afterward they could really talk.
"Cody, you are in a lot of trouble," Becky said, leaning back in her chair. He couldn't take his eyes off her. She was breathing heavily, it seemed, and she was flushed right down to the neckline of her blouse. It seemed to Cody that she was just as hot as he was, and he felt his jeans becoming tighter as he forced his gaze back up to her face and moistened his lips slightly.
Becky sighed and her cheeks puffed out as she blew out a slow breath. "Young man, I'm so ashamed of you right now that I can't think straight. I can't honestly say that I've calmed down enough to deal with this, but I simply don't trust you enough to leave you alone in this room with my files."
Cody raised an eyebrow and rolled his eyes. He didn't care about her stupid files. What was wrong with this bitch? He was much more interested in seeing what was under her blouse, her skirt, heck, even inside her boots. He didn't care what the content of his own file was, let alone what was in the other files. He had to actually care about the people there to care what their past was like.
There was a pause, and Becky took another deep breath. Cody was sure that they were coming to the good part soon, the part where she would offer... He grinned in spite of himself, and his eyes lowered, taking in her breasts and belly under the fitted pink blouse she was wearing. Only another minute and it would be over. They could talk about what would happen next. Celine was too young to make a man out of him, but Becky Thomas was something else entirely.... He was beginning to breathe heavily and was losing his ability to focus on what Becky was saying.
"Let's talk first about what you had on your computer," Becky said, her voice firm. As she spoke, she stood up from her seat and took a small key out of her pocket. Cody craned his neck when she bent over to fit it into the lock, his eyes on her breasts as they pressed against her blouse. It wasn't low cut enough for his taste, but his attention was still focused there as she opened the drawer and pulled an old hairbrush out of it. She turned the hairbrush over in her hands, and his attention was diverted enough that his mouth became dry again. He wet his lips, wondering for a moment whether she might take her hair out of that braid and brush it out in waves. He'd like that.
Instead, Becky set the hairbrush down on her desk and shook her head. "No. I don't think that the hairbrush is enough to really get your attention and take care of the pornography issue," she said in a matter-of-fact voice. "Lizzie saw what you had on your computer, you know. And Cody? Remember that I told you it was my job to take care of you kids and to keep you safe? That is not safe for a kid like Elizabeth
Cody felt a lump rising in his throat this time, and he struggled to swallow it. Was the hairbrush for... Reality was beginning to set in, and he shifted in his seat, trying to fix the tightness in his pants. His erection wasn't going anywhere yet, and he felt uncomfortable with his pants all tight around the crotch. He stared at Becky, wondering what was going through her head as she rummaged deeper in her drawer.
A moment later she produced a paddle that looked similar to the one that the dickhead had used on him, only it was newer, and a little bit bigger. She set that down on the desk and then she looked over at Cody with an expression on her face that told him she was studying him closely. "Well," she said. "Since you think you're such a man, I think that your punishment today should be a man's punishment." She turned her head and Cody followed her gaze toward a box in the corner. She approached it, and a moment later there was a thick leather strap sitting on the desk with the other implements. She looked up at Cody, and he swore that her smile was bright. He blinked several times rapidly, his mouth dry and his hard on raging now. "I think that this one will do," Becky said, picking the strap up in her hands and running it through her fingers.
"Go ahead and stand up, lower your jeans and your underpants and we can get this started. I wish I could say 'get this over with' but it won't be over for a while," Becky said with a shake of her head.
Cody felt as though the blood had rushed out of his head. He stood up without thinking what he was doing, and he rocked a bit on his feet, his head swimming. What had happened? It was such a sure thing. She'd seen what he was looking at on the computer and he thought maybe she'd been interested. After all, he'd seen some of those pictures of women being spanked by men on the Internet. It was all in good fun, right? Why was she so serious? His eyes fell on the strap again and he opened his mouth, stammering. "Buh-but I thought... I thought..."
"Jeans and underpants down," Becky snapped, and whatever he had been thinking, her words cut through him. He shoved his hands on his pockets, his shoulders slumped as he made necessary adjustments, his body reacting to the disappointment. The surge of real fear wouldn't come until later on, but for now he was just feeling confused, and more than a little bit put out.
"But I thought you liked me," he said in a low voice, shaking his head from side to side. "I thought..." Slowly it clicked into place. She didn't share the feelings that he had. Of course she didn't. He was just a nobody kid to her, and right now he was a naughty kid who was about to... Tears stung his eyes, and he blinked rapidly, trying to get them to disappear so that he wouldn't humiliate himself in front of her. And now she was asking him to expose himself, as he normally was, not just when he was aroused. He could almost not bear the thought. "Please Ms. Becky. I'm sorry. Please don't."
"No," Becky said in a harsh tone of voice. "You were looking at pornography on my Internet. Without my permission. You exposed Elizabeth to the pornography and who knows what Jackson
Cody sucked in a deep breath and before he could stop it, a tear slipped down his cheek. He brushed his sleeve against his cheek before she could see the moisture and then slowly unbuttoned his jeans and then unzipped them, pushing them down to just below his backside. He glanced at her, his cheeks going hot with shame as he finally shuffled forward and hooked his fingers into the waistband of his shorts. He was humiliatingly soft, limp as he pulled his boxers down to join his jeans. His eyes cast down as he stared at the carpeting, not wanting to show her that he was crying or wanting to meet her eyes. He was sure that she was looking him over, scrutinizing his body in a way that made him feel horribly humiliated.
"Over the desk," Becky said. Already there was a clear area, and Cody shuffled forward, hobbled by his jeans (which weren't even down to his knees). He pressed against the cool wood of the desk and then slowly bent over at the waist. It wasn't comfortable, and the wood bit into his belly. His legs weren't long enough for him to bend at the hips, his torso being the part of him that made him taller than most.
"Becky, I got Lizzie down for a nap. She's finally calmed down a little bit and I wanted to talk to you about... Oh."
It was Peter, behind him. Cody flinched, his body going stiff against the desk. It was just what he needed, having Peter there in the room while he was bent over the desk.
"I thought you were going to wait and address this after supper," Peter's voice said. Cody lifted his head, but a hand to the back of his neck pushed him quickly back down. "After we'd had a chance to talk."
"No," Becky's voice said. "We need to deal with it now. You and Cody can have a long talk after supper if you wish, but right now I need to teach him what I mean when I say respecting another person's property. How's Lizzie?" she asked, and Cody thought it sounded like an afterthought.
"I think she's going to be okay," Peter said. "I'm still not really clear on what she saw or how she got ahold of it...."
"I know what she saw," Becky snapped. "Not as bad as it could be, but needless to say that most of us who live here no longer trust Cody at all." He was sure she was trying to make a point, and he banged his head against the desk, feeling humiliated at being talked about as though he wasn't there.
"Look," Peter said from behind him, and Cody could feel the man approaching. "First of all, his pants are too high up. If you don't get them down, you're not going to be able to get to his thighs. I know that when I was a kid and my mom was whacking my butt, she'd always get me there whenever I fought her. And this one fights a lot, don't you?" Peter asked. Before he could say a word in response, Peter had tugged his jeans and boxers down further, to his ankles.
Cody felt his cheeks heat up again. "You're going to have a tough time with him in this position," Peter was telling Becky. Cody could feel him moving around to the other side of the desk, and his head shot up when his hands were grabbed. "You need him over the desk, feet off the floor, with his butt out. Otherwise how do you expect to get the job done?" Peter asked. Cody could feel the lump in his throat again, and he turned his head and pressed his forehead against the cool surface of the desk.
In spite of every effort he had made to act grown up, Cody whimpered. He closed his eyes, cursing himself for giving away the fear that was beginning to churn in his belly as Peter pulled on his hands, pulling him too roughly up and onto the desk. Now only his toes touched the floor, and his fingers reached the other side. Instinctively they curled around the lip of the desk as Cody braced himself for whatever was about to come next. He turned his head to the side and came face to face with the evil looking little paddle that Becky had pulled out of the drawer, and now it was painfully obvious that it was about to be used on him. He closed his eyes, a shudder running through him as his stomach tied in knots. How could he have been stupid enough to think that she actually cared about him the way he cared about her? To think that she cared about him at all?
He had lost track of where Peter was, though he was all too aware of Becky's movement behind him. It seemed as though every nerve in his body was on end, and his every inch of flesh was on edge and waiting for what was about to begin. A moment too late, he remembered the piece of saddle leather that she'd set on the desk, and it was only when he opened his eyes to see it being removed that he really understood what was about to happen to him. His head shot up, his blue eyes going wide with sudden, real fear. "No!" he cried. "You can't... You wouldn't... I'm too old for this!" he said in a last vain attempt to make the process stop. His good sense told him that she wasn't going to relent simply because he told her to.
"I can, and I'm going to," came the female voice from behind him. Cody lifted his head a little bit and looked back at the redhead, his eyes watering and his stomach churning. "And if you move a muscle out of place, we'll start over until you submit adequately to your punishment, Cody Aaron York. Whatever else you have done since you have been here, this is very, very serious, and I want you to understand the consequences of your actions. I have no other way to teach you."
Cody opened his mouth to point out that she had already taken his computer, and that was more than enough punishment, but before he could draw the breath to speak the strap had cut across him, and he could have sworn that it cut right through him. He howled, his head flying back as he let out a long wail, his fingers gripping more tightly to the desk as he now pulled himself forward. His feet were dangling now, which made him feel all the more weak and helpless. "No, no," he panted, shaking his head from side to side. He wasn't ready! His entire world had crumbled only minutes before from thinking that there was something between him and his guardian to falling apart when she seemingly condemned him. He was ready to talk about this, to be a man and confess to everything, how he'd cracked and hacked his way into the porn sites, but before he could say another word, he was cut in half again, and his head fell as he gasped for breath. He couldn't speak, could hardly even cry out. She wasn't talking, and the only thing he could do was cling desperately to the other side of the desk.
The strap ripped across Cody again, and his hand slipped on the other side of the desk, one of his feet kicking up as a means of fruitless self defense. He bit back his cry of pain, already humiliated and ashamed beyond words. He felt like a helpless child with his feet dangling now, his butt stuck out and being shredded by Ms. Becky's strap. He was breathing heavily, and tears were pouring down his cheeks already. The piece of leather was making the inexperienced Cody crumble very quickly, and in spite of everything he was sure that he would do his best for a long time to avoid anything like this ever happening to him again.
After the third, there was a brief pause. Cody couldn't focus enough, and he opened his watering eyes and lifted his head to look over his shoulder in the hopes that it was over and done with. Instead, Becky seemed to be repositioning herself and speaking to Peter, but Cody couldn't hear what they were saying. He raised up a little bit more, hopefully, and Peter's hand pushed his shoulder back down onto the desk wordlessly. "Six is enough," Cody heard him say. "If you've ever had a dose of the strap yourself, you know that."
"I have, and it took a lot more than six to get through to me," Becky's voice snapped. "And I never did anything nearly as serious as what he's done over the past two weeks!"
"I'm telling you, it's enough," Peter said, and Cody took a deep breath, surprised to find the guy on his side. Suddenly Peter didn't sound like such a jerk at all. "If you consider that you're planning on having him over your desk every night after supper for the next three nights, I think that six is plenty. I'll take care of the rest, just get it done and leave the kid be," Peter said.
Cody winced. "Every night for..." he said, raising his head again.
"Every night for three nights," Becky confirmed. "To make sure that this very serious lesson has sunk in. And you're grounded to your room for three days as well. You aren't allowed to be anywhere near Elizabeth
Everything within Cody screamed out that he should defy her, that there was no way he could suffer through another three strokes of that horrible strap. Everything in him said that he should run for his life, get up, kick off his jeans and shorts and run. He was too old to be treated like this, and he was sure that he could find some way to make it on his own. But for some reason, he couldn't move. He felt as though he was glued to the desk, and as though he was floating from somewhere outside his body. Years later he would recall the incident with an understanding that it was a defense mechanism, but for now he felt disjointed and outside of himself, at least until Becky picked up the strap again.
The fourth cut landed at the most sensitive part of his butt, the place where it met with the backs of his legs. There was a crease there, a tender area where he would feel the strapping every single time he sat down for several days. It felt truly as though Becky had branded him, and he threw back his head and wailed again, tears and snot pouring down his face. He was finding it difficult to breathe with everything so clogged up, and Cody shook his head from side to side, wordlessly begging Becky to stop what she was doing.
But she didn't, and the next landed across the backs of his legs, low enough that the mark would be visible below his shorts. His left hand flew off the desk and started to move back to rub the welted area, but Peter was quick. The man grabbed Cody's hand and put it back in place. "Do not move," he growled, and Cody's blue eyes went wide, finding Peter so close to him. Now his hands were pinned to the desk, and Cody's legs kicked out behind him in protest as he tried to prepare for the sixth (and what he was hopeful would be final) stroke. He was whimpering almost non-stop, and he twisted his hands in Peter's grip as though he might be able to break free and then... do what? Stop her? There was no way, as by now he was quite exhausted.
The sixth stroke seemed to take forever to come, and Cody felt as though she was teasing him by making him wait for it. He closed his eyes, not wanting to look at Peter or to see Becky any more. He couldn't stand the sight of them. He barely jumped when the last, hard stroke of the strap landed just above his knees, searing white hot pain into his legs. He was suddenly glad that he wasn't supporting himself on them, because he would have fallen right away, and then the punishment would have started again. Now he just let his hands be held by Peter, and he stopped bothering to care that he was bawling like a little baby over Becky's desk. He just wanted somewhere to hide, or better yet, he wanted his mother there to hold him and tell him that it was alright, that he was going home, and these horrible, evil people would never be able to touch him again.
It seemed like forever before Peter finally let go of his hands. "Get up, fix your clothing and go stand in the corner. Becky and I need to talk about what's going to happen with you next," Peter said. His voice wasn't as sharp as Cody remembered before, and his eyes rose briefly to meet the blue eyed gaze of the elder. Then he slipped off the desk, falling onto his knees. His hands went back to grasp his burning butt, fingers tightly digging into his flesh as though doing so would relieve the pain. He would be sore from that strapping alone for several days.
"Up," said Becky's voice this time. "Get up, fix your clothing, and go stand in the corner. One of us will come and get you when it's time for you to go to your room and have a talk with Peter," she said. "Now."
On shaky knees, Cody stood up. Peter reached a hand down and grasped his arm, helping to pull him to his feet. A moment later the shorts and jeans were up and pulled over his throbbing butt and legs, and Cody hobbled into the corner. "No rubbing," Peter said in a hard voice into his ear. And then they were gone.
Cody tried to keep breathing deeply and evenly, a breath in through his nose and out through his mouth. Somewhere along the line he had been taught that he could control pain and impulses that way, but right now it wasn't working for him. The pain was fierce, and though the immediate flame had gone out of his butt, he felt as though it was still burning. He desperately wanted to rub, but the thought occurred to him that as little as Becky said she trusted him, she might have the room bugged somehow. Instead he leaned against the wall and allowed himself to cry, no longer caring whether nor not one of them walked in.
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