Hi everybody,
this is a test run whether I should start posting in English again. I run a spanking stories blog in German, I also tried posting in English for a while but it never really gained an audience. My main series / project is called "The Hen House" and it is about a couple of uni students living together in an old mansion in the outskirts of Munich, everyone coming from a different walk of life, and strict enforcement of the house rules. It is currently nearing its 3rd season. Every season the tenants slightly change. For season 2 and now season 3, the readers could send in their own candidates, the winners were picked by public vote among the readers. Also, certain decisions within the season are made by the readers as well.
Anyway, here is a story I published in January on the German blog and translated it. I liked the idea of having a real situation (as in it's not a dream) and also having the possibility of a situation nobody will remember afterwards. It is inspired by some sad real life experiences of my own. I am about to finish med school, and during my clinic internships I had several patients saying stuff like "If you were MY daughter, I'd put you over my knee for that attitude", and so on. Luckily, I always had supervisors who would tell those patients off immediately.
Being committed
Sonja hurried down the corridor. Private clinic or not, they were short-staffed like everywhere else, if only due to the seasonal flu wave. Most of the patients here had already outlived their statistical life expectancy anyway. And when one took into consideration all the conditions those folks were in for, even a harmless cough from one of the nurses could do them under…
But she was still a nurse in training and couldn't afford calling in sick. At least the colleagues on this ward were really chill. Besides, the attending prescribed Haldol as if they were TicTacs, rendering the patients calm and easy to handle, making her work somewhat bearable. And they still had a much higher patient-to-nurse-ratio than public clinics.
She opened the door and hurried into the room.
"Good morning, Mr Schuster," she said cheerfully to the old gentleman. "Did you sleep well?"
As always, the first thing she did was throw open the windows. Not that the fresh air did Mr Schuster much good anyway, but rules were rules.
But he paid her no mind, instead turning the pages of his newspaper with a rustle and sipping his coffee. Sonja was already used to that from him. Mr Schuster liked to talk a lot, but rarely managed more than two coherent sentences at a time. On a good day, he even remembered that he was in hospital. At least his daughter came by every day to keep him company.
"Ah, Madeleine", he finally recognised her and put the newspaper aside. "About time that you'd get out of bed, young lady."
Sonja sighed. Not that she was up and atom since 6.00 a.m., running around, picking up the slack from the night shift. But it wasn't the first time that he mistook her for his daughter. And there certainly was a striking similarity, there was no denying that; only that his daughter was at least 30 years older than Sonja. However, one best circumvented such remarks by simply ignoring them.
She shook out the pillows and neatly folded the blanket. Sometimes she seriously asked herself what exactly was the difference between her and a maid.
"Good morning, Mr Schuster!"
Felix, a young resident, often had the same shift as Sonja, and they got along quite well. And he was really lucky when being assigned patients. Working with him promised a fun and relaxed day, where that was possible.
"How are we doing today, Sir?", Felix asked and softly patted the old gentleman on the shoulder. "Stomach ache? Vertigo? Fever?"
Mr Schuster looked up to the young doctor. "No", he replied, smiling, "all's well. Since 83 years. From my apprenticeship until my retirement, I only took 17 sick days. And I worked at the same company the entire time. 48 years. Back then, in Dusseldorf…"
Felix smiled and nodded, but Sonja knew him well enough by now to know that with this face, everything went in at one ear and out at the other immediately. With the patients here that was a useful skill and she couldn't even be mad about it.
"Well, that's great to hear", Felix smiled over the old man's monologue.
"Oh please, doctor, have a seat if you already came all the way out here. And in that darn summer heat, too."
Mr Schuster pulled out the chair next to him and offered it to Felix as his eyes met Sonja again.
"Madeleine, where are your manners? Offer that nice doctor a drink. That's not how we raised you!"
Sonja rolled her eyes but it was not worth her time to talk back right now.
"No, thank you, Mr Schuster", Felix declined the gracious offer. "This will not be necessary. I must leave anyway. But I leave you to talk it trough with your daughter."
He winked at Sonja, then turned around and left the room.
Oh, great! In nursing school, she had learned that with demented patients one should simply play along instead of correcting them because that would only upset them even more when they couldn't trust their senses and became even more aggressive. Instead, one should play along which could easily deescalate the situation.
"Madeleine, come here!", Mr Schuster said sternly, beckoning her over with just his index finger.
Okay, how well could she play the rebellious teenage daughter of stuffy parents? Oh right, she simply had to be herself and play along until Mr Schuster would send her to her room or whatever.
With an exaggerated pout, Sonja dragged herself over to the table.
"Whoa, what now?" she asked stroppily.
Her patient gave her a grim look. "How dare you speak to me like that?"
"Oooh, I'm sorry", Sonja replied and threw her arms in the air. "I didn't know his Majesty got out of the wrong side of the bed this morning."
"Alright, that's it, young Lady! You just earned yourself a smacking!"
"Erm… what?" Sonja looked at the old man in disbelief.
She must have misunderstood.
"Oh yes! He that will not hear must feel!"
"I'm way too old for that!"
To excel in her role, she even stomped her foot and defiantly crossed her arms over her chest.
"You are most certainly not", Mr Schuster firmly decided.
Sonja pouted even harder. She thought with 22 she would not be mistaken for a teenager, but in Mr Schuster's state of mind he simply didn't recognise that.
"But you caaan't" she tried again to calm him down.
"Oh yes", Mr Schuster retorted. "I'll show you just how much I can. Come here!"
"Okay, okay." Sonja held out her hand. "I suppose I'll must feel then."
"What am I supposed to do with that?", Mr Schuster asked and pushed her hand away. "Do I look like a nun to you? Bend over?"
"Erm… what?"
"Drop your pants and get over my lap!"
Sonja froze. Of course she could simply leave. The second she had left the room it would only take five minutes tops until Mr Schuster would have forgotten this entire conversation. The next time she would come in he would probably think she was his secretary or a waitress.
On the other hand, Sonja's curiosity always had the better of her. Her parents had threatened her a gazillion times with a spanking, but they had never gone through with it. And Sonja was more than grateful for that, but now it was completely different when she would do it because she wanted to, and also it would yield no consequences whatsoever. Nobody would notice it, and even Mr Schuster would forget it in a quick minute. She would be the only one who knew afterwards. And wouldn't it be helpful to her patient if she continued to play along? A few smacks on the bum couldn't kill her, right?
"Okay, okay", she continued the role of the bratty daughter, "I'm on it. Jesus!"
Still with an uneasy feeling in her stomach, Sonja put her thumbs in the elastic band of her scrubs and pulled them down, her thong right with it. If only she had picked something else this morning…
Finally, she lay across Mr Schuster's lap. He pushed her around a bit until he found the right position for her, then put his arm around her hips and pulled her closer.
"This will hurt me more than it will hurt you", he said, "but it is for your own good, young lady."
Sonja grinned. That was even better than she expected. Surely her father would have said something similar in this situation if he had ever gone through with it.
With a loud whack Mr Schuster's hand landed on her bare behind.
"Ow!", Sonja squealed.
But then she quietly giggled. The first impact had surprised her a bit, but the sting eased immediately. She even found it somewhat sweet. How many would she get? Ten? Twenty?
The hand landed again, this time fairly low on her right buttock. Again, a sharp sting went through her bottom, but one moment later it was gone again.
Sonja thoughtfully counted the smacks Mr Schuster was now distributing all across her bottom. They came with a few seconds between them, but all the more firmly for it. Quickly, Sonja had already received 10 smacks, but they were still coming. That was not at all how she had imagined it to be…
And it didn't look like it would be over soon either!
Slowly, but firmly and constantly Mr Schuster's hand clapped on Sonjas bare behind, and over time this became really uncomfortable. At first, the stingy pain on her skin had eased almost immediately, but now it lasted longer and longer each time while the additional smacks only worsened the sting until her poor bottom was itching everywhere.
Suddenly, it came to her that this might be heard in the corridor. What if someone came in to see what the commotion was all about? Her stomach knotted up.
But nobody came. And why should they? If nobody came after the first loud, clapping smacks, why now? She really was being a bit of a daft one today…
What was coming indeed were more smacks. With a force Sonja would have never expected from the old man, Mr Schuster was smacking away vigorously. They had long since gone beyond some half-hearted pats on the backside Sonja had expected, and she felt somewhat cheated. Mr Schuster's calm, well-mannered demeanour was definitely false advertising.
"I really got enough now!", she lamented.
"Ha, you'd like that, wouldn't you!", Mr Schusster cut her off before she could protest even more.
Sonja's curiosity had been more than satisfied long ago. And without the thrill of finally experiencing something she had been threatened with so often but had never actually experienced, it wasn't fun at all anymore. She tried to wiggle out of her position, but Mr Schuster held her firmly wedged between his arms and his torso, so that she could barely move and her bottom was helplessly exposed to his firm smacks which just kept coming.
"Ow! Ow! Ow!", she squealed in between the smacks.
"Oh yes, that is what happens to little brats like you!", Mr Schuster reprimanded her.
And they still weren't done yet. How long did a spanking usually take? And how long had they been at it already? She had long since stopped counting both the time and the smacks, and there was no clock in sight. So all she could do was let herself go and bravely endure whatever she had still coming.
It took a great deal of discipline, but Sonja managed to go through with it more or less in silence, even though it really started to hurt.
When Mr Schuster finally loosened his grip and let Sonja get back on her feet, her backside felt as though she had sat down on the stove.
"That was sooo harsh!", she moaned and rubbed her bare buttocks, pouting.
"No, it was what you deserved, you cheeky little brat", Mr Schuster scolded her, wagging his finger. "Now go to your room and think about your behaviour!"
Finally! Why didn't he say so in the first place? She definitely wouldn't play along with his temper again, that much was for sure.
Mr Schuster hemmed and looked her up and down.
Hastily, Sonja pulled up her pants again. She turned away to hide her blushed face, but she was supposed to "go to her room" anyway, so now she should really leave. Although Mr Schuster seemed to have already forgotten everything; he had picked up his newspaper again and mumbled over some headline.
As she was just about to leave the room, Sonja almost bumped into the real Madelaine, who was just about to come in.
"Oh, sorry", Madeleine said, stepping aside to let Sonja pass. "Can I see my father, or is it a bad time?"
Sonja smiled sheepishly and rubbed her bottom through her scrubs again.
"No, no, please do go in. He's in a really good mood today."
this is a test run whether I should start posting in English again. I run a spanking stories blog in German, I also tried posting in English for a while but it never really gained an audience. My main series / project is called "The Hen House" and it is about a couple of uni students living together in an old mansion in the outskirts of Munich, everyone coming from a different walk of life, and strict enforcement of the house rules. It is currently nearing its 3rd season. Every season the tenants slightly change. For season 2 and now season 3, the readers could send in their own candidates, the winners were picked by public vote among the readers. Also, certain decisions within the season are made by the readers as well.
Anyway, here is a story I published in January on the German blog and translated it. I liked the idea of having a real situation (as in it's not a dream) and also having the possibility of a situation nobody will remember afterwards. It is inspired by some sad real life experiences of my own. I am about to finish med school, and during my clinic internships I had several patients saying stuff like "If you were MY daughter, I'd put you over my knee for that attitude", and so on. Luckily, I always had supervisors who would tell those patients off immediately.
Being committed
Sonja hurried down the corridor. Private clinic or not, they were short-staffed like everywhere else, if only due to the seasonal flu wave. Most of the patients here had already outlived their statistical life expectancy anyway. And when one took into consideration all the conditions those folks were in for, even a harmless cough from one of the nurses could do them under…
But she was still a nurse in training and couldn't afford calling in sick. At least the colleagues on this ward were really chill. Besides, the attending prescribed Haldol as if they were TicTacs, rendering the patients calm and easy to handle, making her work somewhat bearable. And they still had a much higher patient-to-nurse-ratio than public clinics.
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She opened the door and hurried into the room.
"Good morning, Mr Schuster," she said cheerfully to the old gentleman. "Did you sleep well?"
As always, the first thing she did was throw open the windows. Not that the fresh air did Mr Schuster much good anyway, but rules were rules.
But he paid her no mind, instead turning the pages of his newspaper with a rustle and sipping his coffee. Sonja was already used to that from him. Mr Schuster liked to talk a lot, but rarely managed more than two coherent sentences at a time. On a good day, he even remembered that he was in hospital. At least his daughter came by every day to keep him company.
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"Ah, Madeleine", he finally recognised her and put the newspaper aside. "About time that you'd get out of bed, young lady."
Sonja sighed. Not that she was up and atom since 6.00 a.m., running around, picking up the slack from the night shift. But it wasn't the first time that he mistook her for his daughter. And there certainly was a striking similarity, there was no denying that; only that his daughter was at least 30 years older than Sonja. However, one best circumvented such remarks by simply ignoring them.
She shook out the pillows and neatly folded the blanket. Sometimes she seriously asked herself what exactly was the difference between her and a maid.
"Good morning, Mr Schuster!"
Felix, a young resident, often had the same shift as Sonja, and they got along quite well. And he was really lucky when being assigned patients. Working with him promised a fun and relaxed day, where that was possible.
"How are we doing today, Sir?", Felix asked and softly patted the old gentleman on the shoulder. "Stomach ache? Vertigo? Fever?"
Mr Schuster looked up to the young doctor. "No", he replied, smiling, "all's well. Since 83 years. From my apprenticeship until my retirement, I only took 17 sick days. And I worked at the same company the entire time. 48 years. Back then, in Dusseldorf…"
Felix smiled and nodded, but Sonja knew him well enough by now to know that with this face, everything went in at one ear and out at the other immediately. With the patients here that was a useful skill and she couldn't even be mad about it.
"Well, that's great to hear", Felix smiled over the old man's monologue.
"Oh please, doctor, have a seat if you already came all the way out here. And in that darn summer heat, too."
Mr Schuster pulled out the chair next to him and offered it to Felix as his eyes met Sonja again.
"Madeleine, where are your manners? Offer that nice doctor a drink. That's not how we raised you!"
Sonja rolled her eyes but it was not worth her time to talk back right now.
"No, thank you, Mr Schuster", Felix declined the gracious offer. "This will not be necessary. I must leave anyway. But I leave you to talk it trough with your daughter."
He winked at Sonja, then turned around and left the room.
Oh, great! In nursing school, she had learned that with demented patients one should simply play along instead of correcting them because that would only upset them even more when they couldn't trust their senses and became even more aggressive. Instead, one should play along which could easily deescalate the situation.
"Madeleine, come here!", Mr Schuster said sternly, beckoning her over with just his index finger.
Okay, how well could she play the rebellious teenage daughter of stuffy parents? Oh right, she simply had to be herself and play along until Mr Schuster would send her to her room or whatever.
With an exaggerated pout, Sonja dragged herself over to the table.
"Whoa, what now?" she asked stroppily.
Her patient gave her a grim look. "How dare you speak to me like that?"
"Oooh, I'm sorry", Sonja replied and threw her arms in the air. "I didn't know his Majesty got out of the wrong side of the bed this morning."
"Alright, that's it, young Lady! You just earned yourself a smacking!"
"Erm… what?" Sonja looked at the old man in disbelief.
She must have misunderstood.
"Oh yes! He that will not hear must feel!"
"I'm way too old for that!"
To excel in her role, she even stomped her foot and defiantly crossed her arms over her chest.
"You are most certainly not", Mr Schuster firmly decided.
Sonja pouted even harder. She thought with 22 she would not be mistaken for a teenager, but in Mr Schuster's state of mind he simply didn't recognise that.
"But you caaan't" she tried again to calm him down.
"Oh yes", Mr Schuster retorted. "I'll show you just how much I can. Come here!"
"Okay, okay." Sonja held out her hand. "I suppose I'll must feel then."
"What am I supposed to do with that?", Mr Schuster asked and pushed her hand away. "Do I look like a nun to you? Bend over?"
"Erm… what?"
"Drop your pants and get over my lap!"
Sonja froze. Of course she could simply leave. The second she had left the room it would only take five minutes tops until Mr Schuster would have forgotten this entire conversation. The next time she would come in he would probably think she was his secretary or a waitress.
On the other hand, Sonja's curiosity always had the better of her. Her parents had threatened her a gazillion times with a spanking, but they had never gone through with it. And Sonja was more than grateful for that, but now it was completely different when she would do it because she wanted to, and also it would yield no consequences whatsoever. Nobody would notice it, and even Mr Schuster would forget it in a quick minute. She would be the only one who knew afterwards. And wouldn't it be helpful to her patient if she continued to play along? A few smacks on the bum couldn't kill her, right?
"Okay, okay", she continued the role of the bratty daughter, "I'm on it. Jesus!"
Still with an uneasy feeling in her stomach, Sonja put her thumbs in the elastic band of her scrubs and pulled them down, her thong right with it. If only she had picked something else this morning…
Finally, she lay across Mr Schuster's lap. He pushed her around a bit until he found the right position for her, then put his arm around her hips and pulled her closer.
"This will hurt me more than it will hurt you", he said, "but it is for your own good, young lady."
Sonja grinned. That was even better than she expected. Surely her father would have said something similar in this situation if he had ever gone through with it.
With a loud whack Mr Schuster's hand landed on her bare behind.
"Ow!", Sonja squealed.
But then she quietly giggled. The first impact had surprised her a bit, but the sting eased immediately. She even found it somewhat sweet. How many would she get? Ten? Twenty?
The hand landed again, this time fairly low on her right buttock. Again, a sharp sting went through her bottom, but one moment later it was gone again.
Sonja thoughtfully counted the smacks Mr Schuster was now distributing all across her bottom. They came with a few seconds between them, but all the more firmly for it. Quickly, Sonja had already received 10 smacks, but they were still coming. That was not at all how she had imagined it to be…
And it didn't look like it would be over soon either!
Slowly, but firmly and constantly Mr Schuster's hand clapped on Sonjas bare behind, and over time this became really uncomfortable. At first, the stingy pain on her skin had eased almost immediately, but now it lasted longer and longer each time while the additional smacks only worsened the sting until her poor bottom was itching everywhere.
Suddenly, it came to her that this might be heard in the corridor. What if someone came in to see what the commotion was all about? Her stomach knotted up.
But nobody came. And why should they? If nobody came after the first loud, clapping smacks, why now? She really was being a bit of a daft one today…
What was coming indeed were more smacks. With a force Sonja would have never expected from the old man, Mr Schuster was smacking away vigorously. They had long since gone beyond some half-hearted pats on the backside Sonja had expected, and she felt somewhat cheated. Mr Schuster's calm, well-mannered demeanour was definitely false advertising.
"I really got enough now!", she lamented.
"Ha, you'd like that, wouldn't you!", Mr Schusster cut her off before she could protest even more.
Sonja's curiosity had been more than satisfied long ago. And without the thrill of finally experiencing something she had been threatened with so often but had never actually experienced, it wasn't fun at all anymore. She tried to wiggle out of her position, but Mr Schuster held her firmly wedged between his arms and his torso, so that she could barely move and her bottom was helplessly exposed to his firm smacks which just kept coming.
"Ow! Ow! Ow!", she squealed in between the smacks.
"Oh yes, that is what happens to little brats like you!", Mr Schuster reprimanded her.
And they still weren't done yet. How long did a spanking usually take? And how long had they been at it already? She had long since stopped counting both the time and the smacks, and there was no clock in sight. So all she could do was let herself go and bravely endure whatever she had still coming.
It took a great deal of discipline, but Sonja managed to go through with it more or less in silence, even though it really started to hurt.
When Mr Schuster finally loosened his grip and let Sonja get back on her feet, her backside felt as though she had sat down on the stove.
"That was sooo harsh!", she moaned and rubbed her bare buttocks, pouting.
"No, it was what you deserved, you cheeky little brat", Mr Schuster scolded her, wagging his finger. "Now go to your room and think about your behaviour!"
Finally! Why didn't he say so in the first place? She definitely wouldn't play along with his temper again, that much was for sure.
Mr Schuster hemmed and looked her up and down.
Hastily, Sonja pulled up her pants again. She turned away to hide her blushed face, but she was supposed to "go to her room" anyway, so now she should really leave. Although Mr Schuster seemed to have already forgotten everything; he had picked up his newspaper again and mumbled over some headline.
As she was just about to leave the room, Sonja almost bumped into the real Madelaine, who was just about to come in.
"Oh, sorry", Madeleine said, stepping aside to let Sonja pass. "Can I see my father, or is it a bad time?"
Sonja smiled sheepishly and rubbed her bottom through her scrubs again.
"No, no, please do go in. He's in a really good mood today."
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