Humiliated on the Metro

On the previous blog post a commenter left a lovely little short story in French. I doubt Google Translate would do it justice, so I took a hand at translating it myself. It’s like you have to be a poet to properly translate poetry, so translating kinky spanking stories is right up my alley! I’ve tried to keep the French flavour of the language, went to a more consistent tense, and added a few little bits filling in some audience reaction. Apologies to our original author – I hope you are pleased with my translation!

Vacation in Paris

Despite the beautiful scenery all around on our Paris vacation, there is one type of scenery he cannot seem to take his eyes off.

Short shorts are all the rage this season in Paris. Many of the ladies, and certainly the young ladies, are wearing them. Some baring legs and thighs to just below their butts, and the boldest even baring their lower ass cheeks to the air. He spent all day yesterday with his eyes alternately fixating on and bouncing from one to another of those pretty little butts and enough is enough!

I took him to a department store to buy him a pair of short shorts for himself.

I decided on a very short and tight fitting Dacron polyester pair.

They expose his thighs completely to very high up his legs. That way his legs can breath, it’s healthier. It did not please him terribly. He finds that they are too feminine and that it exposes too much of his thighs, but I find it very sexy on him and it’s me who gets to choose.

Since it was very hot today, I made him wear them as we stepped out in the morning and onto the Paris Metro.

I decided that I was not going to let anything go today. Yesterday evening he had really carried on. He had not liked the Picasso exhibition that I took him to see. He acted like a complete brat! I told him, “you’re a real little pain in the ass!” His leash would be very tight today.

We are now standing facing one another in the subway car. I touch you between your thighs. I know how you hate that, getting groped like that in public, but at the same time it excites me to do it. I put my hand surreptitiously on your balls, I feel them through the fabric of your high tight Dacron shorts. I allow a finger to enter your shorts at the leggings and I touch you between your two testicles, I caress them, I pat them. I frighten you with my whispers, I tell you, “you have no sense of thrill”. I feel you are completely under my control.

And what do you know but my little man starts showing signs of impatience with me. I tell you, “watch it, that sort of behaviour could really make me angry with you!”

I make you spread your thighs wider apart, and without warning I come up underneath and give you a good slap up the middle. Right on your poor balls. You utter a stifled cry and bend over double. I grab the waistband of your polyester short shorts from behind and I pull upwards. The fabric goes up and gets wedged between your ass cheeks. No one sees because you’re turned with your back to the door.

I tell you, “do you see that lady* over there who’s looking towards us?”

“I’m certain that she’d very much enjoy getting an eyeful. All it would take is for me to sit down on that folding seat, tip you over my knees, and it’s a bare-cheeked spanking for you!” (I very much enjoy the thought of tipping him over like a reluctant country girl in a roadside ditch about to be publicly sex’d by her man)

I look you in the eye and I see you blushing fiercely. I pull on the waistband of your shorts from behind with my left hand, while with my right I caress the bottom of your bared cheeks. Little slut! I speak loudly, so everybody can hear when I say, “do you have your period this morning, you little slut? Is that why I’m getting this attitude? I’ll calm you down!”

I have no problem holding you, you have a slight build. I’m physically much stronger and I’m very skilled at Judo. It’s really no contest.

I sit and pull you face down across my lap. I lower your tight little shorts, you cry “noooooo… NOT IN FRONT OF EVERYBODY!” while I calmly pull out your hairbrush from my purse. You suddenly become very attentive to my every move. Your naked cheeks tremble under my palm. You are horribly humiliated to be bared like this and across my knee in public! I tell you to turn and look at the lady. She seems very interested in what’s going on, enjoying your comeuppance. In fact, none of our fellow passengers are offended. They all seem to be enjoying the show. I spank you bare bottomed, between two subway stations, very strictly. Your cheeks become very red. You cry. You cry like a baby. Your eyes sting, the tears building, you cry like a fountain (and me, I moisten). Your audience smirks at my little slut getting her due.

The subway arrives at the next station. I slide a finger down your shorts and lower them further, exposing you completely. Do you know what I’m getting out of my purse?

A tampon bought specially for you!

I push it in with a single motion, your hot little tail being so moist, and I take the time to verify the little white string is firmly in place before finally pulling up your mini pants. Your audience applauds the spectacle I’ve made of you. I speak into your ear but so everybody can hear, “you getting your period is NOT going to ruin our vacation!”

I take you by the ear as we leave the subway car.

I noticed your behaviour improving very considerably after that treatment. Mission accomplished.

* Let me describe this lady.

http://www.bettycocker.ca

She seems very sure of herself, perhaps in her forties, she makes me think of those mothers who are not ashamed and not afraid of anybody, who are capable in a public place, a supermarket, even at the checkout, to threaten her children with a loud voice, “do you want your spanking in front of everybody? It wouldn’t bother me in the least!” She is not content with just the humiliation of a such a public statement, but insists on complete obedience, and adds, “and I will pull your pants down! In front of everybody! Do you think it embarrasses me that the whole world will see your bare bottom? Do you want to try me? Do you? Answer me! Do you want a bare bottomed spanking? Answer me!” She does not let it go, she insists until her child responds at the point of tears, completely humiliated: “No mommy, please… not in front of everybody…” The child knows Mommy would do it. “You’re ashamed, aren’t you? You’re ashamed that everybody knows that you still get bare bottomed spankings at your age!”

Source: Strict Julie Spanks