Subject: The Bodyguard
From: awright@falcon.cc.ukans.edu
(Ashley Wright)
Date: 19 Sep 94 23:59:49 CDT
**Note! The following viginette concerns the disciplinary spanking of an adolescent spoiled brat by her male bodyguard. For those of you who are distressed by such things, repeat to yourself, "these are not real people... they're characters in a story... these are not real people..."
This one's m/f for all you traditionalists. And one more thing; although the characters depicted in this charming tale are Italian American, they are in no means intended to be representatives of either Italians, Americans, or Long Islanders in general. So put down the flame throwers, you trigger happy cowpokes.
**Annoying legal info: The characters therein are the property of A.Wright and Hypnotic Eye Press, copyright (c) 1994, all rights reserved. If you like this kinda thing, check out my comics, Tales From Eel Island and Hicks from Hell.
Antonia slouched on the bed, glowering at him from beneath half lowered eyelids. Her beautifully formed lips were puckered in a practiced pout as she glared, arms folded over her budding adolescent femininity, finely muscled legs swinging as they dangled over the edge of the rumpled and unmade bed.
Guido glared right back at her, his jaw set firmly in an authoritarian scowl, eyebrows knit in an expression of exasperated annoyance. The girl could really be insufferable when she wanted to. She resented him, he knew; resented the stifling restriction of his constant presence, resented his role as her guardian, resented the fact that he expected her to obey him. Her last guardian's negligence was legindary among the staff, almost as legendary as Antonia's antics. Guido recalled the story that he'd heard about how she used to shinney down the pine tree growing near her window and take the car out to go partying with her friends, sometimes not returning until dawn. She was a gorgeous girl, breathtaking, in fact, and resented Guido's refusal to allow her to dress in the overly grown-up manner to which she'd grown accustomed. She complained that the pleated skirts, jumpers and flats that he insisted she wear made her look like a kid; he contended that the backless dresses, miniskirts and stilletto heels she'd been running around in made her look like a streetwalker.
Anyway, she was a kid. Barely fifteen and running around wilder than a March hare. Guido couldn't believe the antics her last guardian had let her get away with; the guy was lucky he just got canned. If Antonia'd been Guido's daughter and her bodyguard let her run around like that, he would've killed him. The trouble with Tony, Guido had decided was that she was brilliant, she was spellbindingly beautiful, and she was manipulative. She knew she could get her way with her looks. Her parents were largely absentee, being too busy managing the family fortune to deal with the troubles of a teenage girl, but to compensate for their inaccessability, they'd spoiled her rotten. Guido was left to contend with the result of 15 years of over-indulgance.
Right now, Tony was sulking, giving him the silent treatment, because he'd put her on restriction for skipping classes. God, the kid was a fucking genius, and she was always cutting class to go hang out at the mall with her teenybopper friends. Guido didn't care if she didn't want to talk to him; he had enough to say for the both of them.
"Listen here, young lady, you may think you're some kinda hot shot, but I got news for you-- you're nothing but a spoiled brat," Guido began, pointing his finger at the glowering beauty to emphasize his speech, "you should be ashamed of youself. Look at you, you're pretty, you're smart, you have a beautiful house and parents who take good care of you and give you anything you want. But you aren't appreciative of your good fortune, all I ever hear you do is complain and make demands."
"Listen, Guido, can we just can the lecture? You already grounded me, right?" Tony rolled her eyes in a practised gesture of bored sophistication.
"No, miss, you are gonna sit right there and listen to what I have to say until I say otherwise, and you aren't gonna give me your smart mouth comments, either," Guido retorted, leaning on the bed and getting in her face. Antonia didn't flinch or withdraw, but stared himn down coolly with her smoky eyes. The first few days on the job, Guido'd had to keep reminding himself that not only was this a 15 year old kid; it was his boss's 15 year old kid. After having to deal with her night and day, however, he felt no sexual stirring, only irritation. She sighed langoriously and made a point of yawning elaborately, reaching up lazily to cover her mouth with a perfectly manicured hand.
"Antonia, you have no business skipping school. Your parents pay plenty of money so you can go to that school; it's one of the top private schools in the country, and you'd rather spend your time at the mall, shoplifting with bleach blonde morons and their zit-faced punk boyfriends."
"School sucks," Antonia retorted, and Guido admonished her sharply, "I told you to watch that mouth, missy! Now, I've just about had it with you-- you are to stay in this room until further notice, is that clear? And that means no phone calls, no television, nothing. You can do your homework for once, if you need something to occupy your time."
"Fuck you, you're not my father," Antonia spat, and Guido gripped her firmly by the shoulder, demanding incredulously, "What did you say?"
Antonia realised she may have overstepped the line, and her eyes briefly flashed with a look of startled fear, but she quickly covered it with anger. "Get your hands off me, Guido!! You're just the help; you can't do anything to me."
In a flash, Guido had his charge off the bed, holding her there by her forearms, ignoring her threats and struggling. His mind was now made up, this last defiance from Antonia had sealed her fate. The girl was altogether too big for her britches, but he was determined to teach her a lesson once and for all.
"Let me go, Guido! You're hurting my arm!" Antonia said petulantly, twisting in his firm grasp. Guido sat himself on the edge of the bed and positioned Tony by his knees. She'd been asking for this ever since his first day on the job, and now he was going to go through with it.
"Tony, you've been acting like a spoiled little girl ever since I took this job, and I'm going to give you a good old fashioned spanking."
"You can't spank me!" Tony spat, "Just try it! My daddy'll have your ass!"
"I think you might be surprised there, young lady," Guido informed her, "I think your daddy would be glad to find any method to make you mind." with that, he dragged the struggling girl over his knee. When she as in position, Tony began to fight for real, kicking and thrashing her arms, tossing her curly hair and screaming, but it was all in vain. If anything, her tantrum only made the bodyguard more determined to spank her.
"The more you act like a spoiled brat, the worse it's going to be for you, Tony," he warned, flipping up her skirt deftly. The girl ignored him and continued to fight, struggling to free her hands to scratch or pinch and shouting obscenities.
"Guido, you prick, I hate you! Let me go damnit, you can't do this to me!! I'm gonna have your ass for this!!" screamed the girl in impotent rage, a caged cyclone. Guido deliberated for a moment, then finally went ahead and dragged the brat's silky panties down as well.
"Guido, you're fired! You can't do this to me!! I'm gonna tell my mom you tried to rape me and then you'll be sorry," she shrieked when her panties were removed, exposing her exquisite bottom, lean, softly rounded, and the color of coffee-milk.
"You'd better shape up your act quick, Antonia, because I'm going to keep spanking your little bottom until I decide you've learned your lesson, and the way your acting now, that may take all day," Guido threatened. He decided to get on with it, and raised his palm high over the girl's helplessly upturned bottom for the first swat. Antonia reacted to the first smack as though she'd been branded; she bucked her hips and screamed bloody murder, kicking her legs without any regard for modesty. Guido plunged right in and began spanking her in earnest, remembering how his mother used to spank his little sisters, alternating left and right and spanking in a four sided pattern to effectively cover her whole delectable bottom. He paid special attention the the underside of the curve, spanking that area even harder that the rest pf his target to ensure she remembered the humiliating incident every time she sat down for the next day or so.
Antonia flailed and kicked, screamed and spat insults and profanities, but at last she began to fight less and to whimper more. After five minutes and 40 or so rapid fire swats, she was no longer the hateful brat that she'd been previously, but a bawling, contrite little girl, promising anything if only he'd stop the spanking.
"Oh, pleease, Guido, it huuurrrrts!! My butt's on fire! I can't take any more!"
"You can take more, and you will take more, until I'm satisfied your behavior in the future will improve. You forced me into this, Tony. I've tried to reason with you but you insist on behaving like a spoiled child."
"Please, Guido, it's so humiliating and it hurrts! Please, I'll be good, I'll do anything if you stop! Ground me, take away my priviledges, do anything but this!!"
"Maybe you'll think about this next time you're tempted to test my authority," Guido said sternly, as he continued to relentlessly paddle the rosy target area. Tony would be taking dinner standing up, he noted.
"Yes, Guido, I'll be good! I'll do anything you say-- only please stop!! I'm sorry, I really am!" Tears were running down the girl's face, streaking her expertly done makeup.
"You'll mind me and your parents from now on?" Guido challenged.
"Yes, I'll do anything! I'll be a good girl, I'm sorry I acted so horribly!" Antonia would have said anything to end the terrible spanking, she had never ever been spanked before, and even Guido's bare hand was a brand of agony on her tender bottom.
At last, Guido released her and allowed her to pull up her panties and smooth her skirt before laying down the new rules. Antonia sat uncomfortably on the bed, shifting her position every five seconds, as her guardian informed her, "Well, Tony, I'm sorry to have to spank you like a naughty little girl, but apparently that's the only way to get through to you. I've tried everything else I can think of and so far this is the first of my methods that's made any impression on you." Tony sniffled and rubbed her eyes as he continued, "So, consider this your only warning that from now on when you misbehave, you'll be spanked, just as you were today. My job is to take care of you and keep you out of trouble, and I don't intend to let your parents down. Do you understand?"
"Y-yes, Guido," the miserable girl nodded sorrowfully.
"Now, you stay in your room and think about how you can improve your behavior, because as it is now, I'm afraid you're in for a lot of trips over my knee if you continue to behave as you usually do."
The brat nodded, a stray lock of her curly hair had come loose during her struggle and hung into her eyes. She looked adorable, and if he wasn't so pissed and she were 3 years older, Guido would have taken her right then and there. Instead, he left the contrite girl in her room and went to report his new disciplinary policy to her parents. He knew he was in for a substancial raise for successfully taming Tony, and he had a job for as long as he wanted it. Guido strode down the hallway, proud of a job well done. Now there was only the matter of Tony's little brother to settle...
Comments, criticisms, suggestions are welcome as always. Monitary donations, in small, unmarked bills are also welcome. I owe the sorority mafia $300 and if I don't pay up, they're gonna break all my nails.
Jackrabbit