Greetings,
El Zorro. juandelpino9@yahoo.es
The train stopped in the station, it broke wind twice, and the gates opened. Three people got off and I got on. A row of plastic seats were stuck against the wall in groups of two. After a glimpse around, I took seat by a slightly fat blonde girl who held a pocket book in her hands. To my right, only separated by a shared armrest, a thin tall boy who was wearing a green v-shaped pullover was sat. In the hurry, I had sat without taking off my coat which formed an uncomfortable crease under my backside. I stood up slightly from the seat, trying to hold with one hand the folder that I carried whereas with the another free one, clumsily, I was unbuttoning the coat. In the end I could take sit comfortably over the plastic seat.
However, the nuisances hadn’t even beginning. The mucus stuck my nose, moreover, part of my knickers were inside my bottom’s crack. I decided to solve the mucus issue first, I groped the pockets of my coat looking for a tissue and when I found it, I took out one and blew my nose as noiseless as I could. Despite my discretion I had doubts, I looked at the girl and with relief I found out she continued reading the book as attentively as before, even the gentleman who slept in from of me didn’t notice anything. Now, I could breathe and smell, the soft perfume used by the blonde flooded me nicely, I think was lavender.
It was hot in the wagon, probably because of the change, outside, in the street, it was night. I just finished working and till get to the underground station there is quite a long way. Under my coat I was wearing a blue long neck woollen pullover and black elastic trousers. I prefer wearing skirts or dresses rather than trousers, but I had to recognise that those ones keep warm better.
The train decreased speed, and the light was visible at the end of the dark tunnel. The train stopped creaking. The gates opened automatically and a pair of blokes, carrying badges where one could read the word “security” followed by their names, got on; both of them carried clubs hanging from their belts. The shorter had moustache, and immediately after getting on looked around in order to evaluate the situation. He looked at me and smiled. I felt slightly uncomfortable and looked down. The truth is that I am a little bit shy and it is not because of the glasses, in fact, a workmate told me that the glasses I wear makes me sexier. At the beginning, I doubted about the convenience of wearing glasses, I thought about wearing contact lens. But the compliments of my workmate have been decisive, her compliments and the fact that I don’t feel well with contact lens, I found them really uncomfortable. The point is (I don’t want you think I am not humble) that I am slim, not perfect sizes but my height is on the average and I am thin and well-shaped from my breast to my bum and tights… I am content with my shape.
The guard seemed to have forgotten me, after all it was only a five-second glance… and a smile. I could hardly put out the fact of my mind. In order to distract myself, I put my attention on an underground map illustration, still left four stations to get to, well, not exactly, because I have to change the underground line in the forth one and catch another train to get to my room, yes, I share house with two housemates.
Some minutes later, probably due to the lack of distractions, my mind remembered my playful knickers. Maybe I am too prim and I cannot endure the most insignificant inconvenience, but the point is that I have a rather sensitive backside, either for pleasant and unpleasant sensations, and I didn’t feel comfortable with my intimate garment in that unnatural position. I began to sweat; a small salty drop slid lazily along my right buttock to finish its short life when reaching the tight. I had to do something. The girl sitting next to me was concentrated in her reading, the gentleman was sleeping, the boy had taken out a video game magazine and he seemed to be reading it attentively. At the bottom of the wagon nobody paid me attention and the two security guards spoken between then. Beside this, the train had just entered in the darkness of the tunnel; that was the moment I had been waiting for. In the twinkling of an eye I leaned myself to the left side like if I was going to fart and with my free hand I pulled out of my trousers and knickers. When I recover the position on the fleshy part of my body I breathed with relief, now I was much more comfortable.
On arriving the forth station I alighted from the wagon and I headed to the new platform walking fast. A big electronic panel informed me that six minutes still left to the next train arrival. Impatiently, I took out a packet of cigarettes from my coat and I extracted one. Opposite me, there was an enormous advertising poster banning smoking in the underground. I smiled, lit the fag and puffed twice. A boy who was next to me looked at me with scorn and stepped away. I knew that it was a bad thing to smoke in a public place. I didn’t smoke too much, in fact, many people told me about giving up smoking, but I haven’t got a strong will, just like to bear the knickers in the wagon. When the panel showed three minutes a security guard appeared out of the blue by me. I recognised him instantly, he had moustache.
- Excuse me, it is forbidden to smoke here.
A woman, who was waiting for the train while reading, lifted her head and looked at me. I have to recognise that I dislike to be told off in public, I blushed with someone looks at me.
- Sorry guard. I put the cigarette out at once.
- Could you show me your ticket and identity card please?
I took both documents out and handed them over. The guard examined them and then, to my surprise, said to me:
- Come along with me Vanessa.
For a moment I had the intention to complain, but the woman continued looking at me. Why didn’t she attend her own business? The point is that I didn’t want to make a mess and I decided to obey the security guard.
We walked towards the exit and in the ticket box we stopped.
- Hi Claudia, I have to do something inside. – the guard said addressing the girl who delivered the tickets.
- That’s right Anthony, come in. – the girl said while smiling.
At the bottom of the room there was a door.
- This way miss Vanessa. – Anthony said after opening the door.
A small vault illuminated by a bare light and a pair of green doors to the right and left respectively appeared.
Anthony knocked on the left door once and a hoarse voice came from the other side inviting us to enter.
The atmosphere inside was warm and not too much furniture. Apart from the table and the chair used by the hoarse voice man there were a wooden chair and a wooden table against the wall. The walls, not very clean, were painted in orange and a blue bulb hung from the ceiling.
- It’s hot here, isn’t it? Hand your coat over to Anthony and sit down. We have to talk a little bit.- the hoarse voice man said while staring at me.
I put my folder on the table, took off my coat and handed it over to Anthony.
- What’s wrong with you?
Before I could answer the question Anthony spoke.
- The lady was smoking at the platform.
As a result of these words I blushed, as I said before I am a rather coy girl and I am ashamed when someone tells me off, sometimes I look like an adolescent who has been caught in class while looking at naked men pictures.
- Well, well. You know what to do. – the gentleman said to Anthony.
- Stand up and come. – the man with the moustache order me while grabbing my left arm.
In not time, and with the help of the another gentleman, both of them forced me to bend over the wooden table. A leather straps appeared and my wrist were soon tied. The colour reached my cheeks because of the situation, I turned my head to the right and I saw like the hoarse voice man pulled up one of his sleeves. Shortly after, Anthony slip his hands under the elastic of my trousers and pulled them down together with my knickers. Now my bare bottom was on display. In that moment an idea crossed my mind, maybe they are thinking I am trading with something illegal and they want to explore my arsehole. The idea was worrying, and who knows what Anthony, who was leering at me, was thinking; maybe he was thinking of undoing his zip or maybe he would use the club. I didn’t know what will happen next, I was frightened, defenceless and shocked… I wasn’t able to say anything at all… but in the end, somehow, I could speak, complain…
- What’s going on! Please, I don’t hide anything… - I whimpered.
Anthony spoke.
- Don’t worry, we are not looking for anything. – he said.
- We are going to punish you for smoking where one cannot smoke.
Having said this, the guard took out a long rod from a drawer and waved it in the air. My buttocks clenched involuntarily and I began to shake. That had to be very painful.
- Twenty, not better thirty strokes… this way you learn to behave.
- One moment.- the hoarse voice man said.
- If I am right this is the very first time you have been caught smoking, haven’t you?
- Yes… the very first. – I said about to cry.
- I think Anthony, that a good traditional spanking will be more than enough. What do you think Vanessa? It’s up to you. Do you prefer the rod or being spanked like a naughty girl over my lap?
Anthony waited impatiently for my decision with the rod in his hands, waving it now and then to remind me of the threat. I chose the second option. The gentleman untied me, took sit on the wooden chair and laid me face down on his lap, my pale backside stuck out, in a unsurpassable position to be hit. The powerful smacks fell straight away. At the beginning, I tried to shelter my bare buttocks with the help of my legs, but, after being threatened with the scary rod, I tried to keep the composure and endure the rain of strokes with as much dignity as the situation allowed me. After some minutes of intensive treatment and with the promise of giving up smoking, I could left the humiliating position and rub my bum which burned.
- As we have agreed, you can’t smoke anymore at the platform; next time I won’t be so merciful with you. What is more, I consider that a girl like you don’t need to smoke, if you want to smoke just remember what has happened in here, if you cannot do it alone, just come here, a few smacks help you to relax and eliminate the addiction. By the way, my name’s William.
- Thank you William, I’ll follow your advice.
Here is the end of my story, well, maybe you want to know if I get to give up smoking. The answer is yes. It wasn’t easy, two weeks after my first visit I yearned to smoke, but instead of lighting a fag I visited my particular “doctor” who applied the habitual therapy, and added, just to fix in my mind the lesson, three red marks with the rod on my crimson buttocks.
My housemates, all of them smokers too, asked me about the treatment I follow to give up smoking. I told them and I bet one of them is really interested in the cure. I continue visiting now and then the room behind the green door. Sometimes I made the decision two days in advance and then I can experiment on the unique sensation of who is expecting a punishment. The smacks sting, the rod hurts, however, when I behave badly, like a naughty girl, I go to the underground station… that nervousness in my stomach, to know what is going to happen, to be with my bare bottom on display in front of the security guards, I don’t know, I find it exciting, I can stop thinking about. When after the session, lying on my bed with my bottom hot, I feel so well, excited and relaxed at the same time. After all I have just paid for my mistakes, I have received my dose, I have spent time with the hoarse voice bloke, a bloke who smells well, who tells me off well and who spanks even better.
Yesterday, while I was waiting the train to go home, a blonde girl who was wearing a black t-shirt, white trainers and tight denims was smoking impudently at the platform; at the bottom, a security guard with moustache had seen it all and now he was walking towards the naughty girl.
THE END