From: riharpist@aol.com (RIharpist)
Subject: New Story from Gigi-Stephen 1732
Date: 15 Mar 1997 21:16:04 GMT

        As with my other stories, this is a fictional account based upon
real chacters from my family history.  Although the personalities are
real, the accounts are not.  If the spanking of young children offfends
you, please do not read this.


                            Stephen
                            by Gigi

        Stephen lived in Dedham, Massachusetts, the son of a statesman
(politician).  He had two brothers, both older.  The three boys were two
years apart in age.  Stephen was five at the time of this account.

        The older boys had gone off to school, and Stephen was upset, for
once again, he had to remain with his mother and wait until he was six to
attend.  He stayed around the house as she attended to the things that
wives did in those times, managing the maid, cook and washing chores done
by the small staff of servants that lived there.  Since his mother was too
busy to play with him, and his brothers were gone, Stephen began to tease
the cook.  He loved to do that.  She was afraid of everything.  One of his
favorite tricks was to place a dead mouse from one of the traps somewhere
where she would come across it in the kitchen or pantry.  She always made
a fuss, and Stephen thought it was wonderful!  Both of his parents had
worked and worked on him to stop this behavior.  They feared that the cook
would give her notice.

        On this particular day, Stephen was out back, and he found a small
garter snake, likely a baby.  He brought it in and placed it in a jar in
the same row with the other spice jars that the cook used on a regular
basis.  Although the jar was empty, since the sides were ceramic, one
could not see within.  Stephen simply stayed around to watch the fun.

        Soon, the cook came in to bake the day's bread.  She spoke to
Stephen, making small talk, and he chatted back pleasantly.  Into the
various jars went her scoops to measure out her ingredients, and into the
snake jar went her scoop as well.  With an enormous scream, everything
went flying.  The poor snake was thrown toward the door and tore outside. 
Stephen fell to the floor howling with laughter, and into the kitchen
poured the staff and Stephen's mother.  The cook was pale, trembling,
crying, and babbling.  Stephen was laughing so hard, he could not talk. 
It was a few minutes before the story was clear to all.  Stephen's mother
went to the cook and put her arms around her.  She told her how sorry she
was and how Stephen's father would deal with this once and for all.  She
gave the cook the rest of the day off with pay.

        Then, she turned to young master Stephen.  "You come with me!!"
she said firmly.  She put on her cape and bonnet, and she ushered Stephen
out the door and into a carriage to head down to  his father's office.  In
they went, and although it was most unusual for wives to interrupt
sessions, Stephen's father came to meet her in the waiting area.  When he
was told what had happened, he was furious.  He sent his wife home,
assuring her that Stephen would remain with him for the afternoon and be
home with him later.  Off she went to see what she could do about the
damage at home.

        Stephen's father returned to his  meeting and excused himself.  He
said that he would return in a while, and when the others saw the fury on
his face and the child by his side, they nodded in understanding.

        Outside, tied to the rail was his father's horse.  Up into the
saddle he got, and Stephen was hoisted up onto the saddle in front of him.
 They rode out of town about a mile into the lovely countryside, where
Stephen's father dismounted, pulling Stephen off the horse and setting him
roughly on the ground.  He tied the reins of the horse to a tree and led
Stephen to a log nearby.  There he took off his cape and placed it over
the log.  He unbuttoned Stephen's breeches and took them off his legs and
feet, so Stephen stood there in just his shirt and shoes.  He ordered
Stephen over the cape covered log and took the riding crop from the sleeve
of the saddle.  Stephen screamed when he saw it.  His father raised
Stephen's shirt up his back.

        "We have had enough, my young Lord.  We have tried everything
else, and a sound thrashing seems to be the only thing we have left to try
with you.  You cannot torture servants as you do.  They have dignity and
rights as much as you have."  

        There was a whishing sound in the air, as the crop descended
squarely across the fullness of Stephen's young bottom.  With that came a
cry of surprise and pain from the young master.

        "The cook is a wonderful person (crack!) and you have no right
(slap!) to be hurting (whish! slap!) her as you do!  People have (Slap!)
only so much (Spank!!) patience (whish! spank) and then they do something
drastic.  Your mother loves that cook! (whish! Slap), and if she were to
lose her (Whoosh! slap!), we would not have the dinners that we have!

        Stephen was sobbing and kicking as the riding crop spanked across
his bare butocks.  Redder and redder they became.  He was swimming all
over that log, but he could go no where.  At last his father put down the
crop, but he was so angry that it was obvious that  he was not through. 
He pulled Stephen to his feet, sat down on the log, and put Stephen over
his knees.  With his hand, he began to spank the naked bottom of his young
son.  Smack! Smack! Smack! fell the spanks, all the way from the backs of
his knees to his waist line.  He pushed Stephen's head way down to the
ground, so that his buttocks were raised high in the air to receive these
spanks, and Stephen was hysterical.

        When the spanking ended, his father dressed him and talked to him
again about the treatment of all peoples.  Then, he shook out his cape,
put it on, untied the horse and mounted it.  He reached down and pulled
Stephen up over the horse face down.  All the way back into town, Stephen
had to ride this way.  As they passed people, Stephen's father would nod
and smile, sometimes tipping his hat, but not letting Stephen up.  They
reached their home, and Stephen's mother came out.  Stephen was told to
explain to her about his new lessons learned.  With that accomplshed, his
father gave him another, brief spanking over the back of the horse.  It
was more of a token -- a demonstration to his wife mostly, I believe. 
Then, down he was lifted into his mother's care.  His father rode back to
his work, and Stephen entered the house with his mother, rubbing his sore
bottom as they went.  He was stood in the corner for quite a while before
being sent to his bed, where he promptly fell asleep.