The Jade Runner, Part 01

Kit Wilde stood on the edge of the platform looking out over the cityscape and said her silent goodbyes. Behind her the corporate headquarters for LX Pharmaceuticals stretched from the surface far below to the sky high above. Kit glanced at her watch. The platform was deserted and would remain so for another 45 minutes. It was time.

Her eyes focused on a flicker of light from below. It was the only visible sign of a ship entering the company’s loading bay. Kit closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She pushed aside her second thoughts and the knot of fear twisting in her stomach. The memory of her sister’s voice played in her ears. Don’t be reckless.

Kit turned her back on the city and walked toward the building’s entrance. Her doubts faded away. LX had left her few other choices and none for justice. “It’s not reckless,” she said, grasping the jade stone dangling from her silver necklace. “I’ve got a plan.”

The transparent door slid open and Kit walked inside. She glanced to her right at the security desk. The guard normally stationed behind the monitors was absent, getting his afternoon snack, just as she knew he would be doing. She smiled at the receptionist. Kit waved a delivery badge she brought with her and tapped the top of the silver briefcase in her hand. The woman nodded and gestured toward the elevators behind and to the right of the reception. Kit stepped into a waiting elevator, allowing herself to breathe once the doors closed and the car began accelerating downward.

A sensation of falling washed over Kit. The elevator counted the passing floors in a monotone female voice. She grabbed the silver support bar at the back of the car and tried to convince herself she was doing the right thing. If she got caught the consequences would ruin her. The Academy would never welcome her back. It didn’t matter though, because that was another life and she’d said goodbye.

Kit exited the elevator on the tenth floor. She rounded the corner and immediately entered the stairwell descending until she reached the loading bay on level one. No one noticed when she exited the stairwell. The employees were busy loading a small cargo vessel with crates of drugs. Inside the office, a transparently enclosed space on the left side of the loading bay, two men concluded their business deal with a handshake. They left the office with a silver case sitting on the desk.

She entered the office like she belonged there. Kit opened the silver case on the desk and stared at the stacks of tightly bound cash. Never before had she seen so much money all in one place. It didn’t belong to her, but it was the kind of dirty money that didn’t really belong to anyone. Lives were bought and sold with that kind of money. Kit closed the case. She exchanged her empty silver case for the one full of money.

Taking it was not going to make anything right. Leaving it would only help make more things wrong and hurt more people. It sounded rationale in her head. And maybe when she was far away from the moment she would find a way to do some good, to do something that would really matter. She left the office with the case in her hand. Her sister’s voice spoke again from memory. Consequences aren’t just for other people.

She watched the ship close its cargo doors and fly away. The loud rumble of its departure left Kit shuddering from the inside out. Kit shook her sister’s voice from her ears. “I know what I’m doing.”

The shift bell rang signalling the end of the work day for the current group of workers. They stopped whatever they were doing and headed for the elevator. Everything was going perfectly to her plan. The empty case would not be noticed for hours and when it was, the suspects would be a wide and varied group. Most likely, the blame would fall on the cargo ship’s crew. Without proof, and there would be none, the company would likely just right it off as a loss and never do business with that particular crew again. The drugs would pile up while new contacts were made and new distribution channels were opened. In the end nothing would really change, but it would be a bump in the road. She wouldn’t let it stop there either, the money was going to be good for something. It was going to be the beginning of LX’s end.

Kit slipped into the stairwell. She climbed to the third floor and joined the exiting mass of workers getting on the elevator. They all exited on the reception level. The receptionist didn’t notice her in the midst of the crowd. In the eyes of the security guard she was just part of the mass exit of off duty workers. She walked with them outside and onto the platform. The city tram arrived and its doors slid open. Kit and all the others, stepped inside. The doors closed and the tram sped away.

The next stop was at the platform for Centora City’s entertainment sector. Kit exited along with a significant number of the passengers. The casinos were the biggest draw. The flashing lights and clink of falling coins called to the tired workers like a siren’s song promising wealth and happiness. Kit knew all too well the real promise of the song; poverty and tears.

She stopped at the edge of the platform before setting foot in the sector’s main square. She could see the flashing sign for Gorda’s Casino on the far corner. The masses pushed their way through the doors, tripping over each other to get inside to the tables while visions of wealth and prosperity spun round in their heads. Kit didn’t share their visions. All she saw was a place of shattered dreams and the haunting memory of her sister stumbling through the exit with tears staining her cheeks. Jade had lost everything and then Kit had lost Jade.

Shop & Spank

The incident took place on aisle two with the cereals and other dry breakfast goods. It was late morning mid-week. The floors had been cleaned and polished only hours earlier and there was no longer any wet or slippery floor danger. There were no obstacles of any sort bar those created by customers, their shopping carts, and their shopping baskets. In short, the collision could only be blamed on the participants.

Miss Christine Spencer, age 22 and dressed in a blue floral summer dress and block heel sandals, turned onto aisle two pushing a rattling shopping cart. The cart contained only two items, a loaf of white sandwich bread and a medium sized cantaloupe. Miss Spencer’s speed exceeded any reasonable shopping velocity, evidenced by the occasional squeaking slip of her sandals losing traction on the industrial tiles. Despite her speed, Miss Spencer’s trajectory approached perfection in pursuit of her targeted favorite sugary cereal.

77 year old Mr. Joe Harper, attired in gray sweat bottoms, a sport affiliated tee and white athletic shoes, ignored the noise of the approaching cart. His attention remained fixed on a pair of competing brand cereal boxes located on a shoulder height shelf. Mr. Harper could not recall which brand he liked and which he did not though he knew for certain one of them tasted more of cardboard than oats. As a result Mr. Harper became caught by surprise and easily lost his fragile balance when Miss Spencer’s cart struck his own.

Father to Christine Spencer, Mr. Timothy Spencer, age 48 and wearing casual office attire, a light blue oxford with khaki slacks and brown loafers, arrived on the scene moments after the collision. His daughter appeared oblivious to Mr. Harper groaning on the aisle floor and she pushed Mr. Harper’s cart out of the way of her low shelf cereal, unconcerned about the cart’s proximity to Mr. Harper. Mr. Spencer scolded his daughter while she dropped her acquired cereal box into her cart and he knelt to assist Mr. Harper.

Christine Spencer offered Mr. Harper a less than sincere apology before returning to handle of her cart and attempting to proceed further down the aisle. Mr. Spencer stopped the cart with a steady hand and gave his daughter a look designed to communicate both his disappointment and embarrassment at her behavior. The look failed to impress anything upon Christine Spencer. Mr. Harper however, read the situation perfectly.

“In my day,” Mr. Harper said, “a young woman of your attitude would be properly chastised until she was as apologetic and embarrassed as her parents were for her behavior.”

Christine Spencer responded with a rebellious roll of her eyes and a shrewd shake of her head. Further, she said, “Well I am sorry you can’t take a little bump, but it’s not really my fault you’re so old and fragile is it?”

“Christine!” Mr. Spencer exclaimed. His face colored in embarrassment for himself and his daughter. “I’m so sorry for this sir, if there is anything I can do to make it up to you, please let me know.”

Mr. Harper nodded to Mr. Spencer deciding to ignore the daughter. “There is indeed. You can take this brat out to the parking lot and give her bare buttocks a proper hiding until she’s ready to offer me a sincere apology.”

Mr. Spencer acquiesced to Mr. Harper’s demand over the loud objections of his daughter. Witnesses described the scene as temper tantrum. Christine Spencer reportedly stomped her feet, shoved her cart toward Mr. Spencer and attempted to flee the scene. Mr. Spencer moved faster than his daughter though and promptly ended her fugitive run.

Store employee Nancy Poe, age 34, described the scene;

There were three of them. Two men and a younger woman, the men had an arm each on the woman and were dragging her toward the exit. Her shoes slid on the floor and her hair gave her kind of a wild look flailing all across her face and shoulders. You could tell she was related to at least one of the men cause she kept calling him daddy. I’ve worked here over ten years and I’ve seen stuff like this before. She was going to get a whuppin’ and by the look of things it was none too soon.

Miss Christine Spencer was half dragged, half carried to the back of the Spencer’s minivan in the parking lot. The outside temperature was near 80 and on the black top it felt closer to 90. A dry wind blew in from the east keeping the humidity down despite the store’s proximity to the ocean. Seagulls circled over head looking for scraps of food on the ground.

The timing of events worked favorably for Miss Spencer. The parking lot was less than half full and there was little traffic on the nearby Pacific Coast Highway. Most of the local patrons would have been at work and it was still too early for lunch breaks, though midday was fast approaching. If Miss Spencer knew these facts, she showed no gratitude for them.

Mr. Spencer kept a firm grip on his daughter while opening the rear hatch of his light blue minivan. Mr. Harper, satisfied matters were in hand and being handled, let go of Miss Spencer and stepped back from the father and daughter, presumably to enjoy the role of spectator. Miss Spencer dialed down her resistance displaying only a pouting face and wobbling knees.

Back to the open-gate van, Mr. Spencer released his physical hold on his daughter. In the sunlight the firm lines of his face seemed like chiseled rock. He pointed into the back of the minivan. “You know the drill,” he said. “Dress off, fold it neatly, and place it inside.”

Christine Spencer sucked on her lower lip. Her eyes darted from her father to Mr. Harper, to the open parking lot and then back to her father. A hot blush colored her face and her body trembled at the prospect of having to obey her father’s command. “Please Daddy,” she said with a whimpering tone, “I’m too old for this.”

Mr. Spencer displayed his conviction to the course of action and a lack of tolerance for delays with the stare of his eyes and the inhalation of a single breath. “You’ve already earned a spanking here and one when we get home, if you’d like another before bed tonight, keep wasting time.”

Miss Spencer surrendered to her father’s will. She gathered the skirt of her summer dress in her small hands and pulled the garment off, over her head. The blush on her face brightened. She held the dress out in front of her, hugging it to her naked breasts. Like her father, she inhaled deeply and only then held the garment away to fold it. Carefully, she laid the folded dress inside the minivan and reemerged with her arms folded across her breasts. Christine faced her father, attired in pale blue panties, clear sandals, and nothing more.

Mr. Harper shook his head, appearing repulsed by the view of the mostly naked girl. “Absolutely disgusting,” he said. “A young woman your age has no business traipsing around the city without wearing a bra.”

Mr. Spencer gave no indication whether or not he agreed with Mr. Harper’s assessment of his bra-less daughter. He rested his hands on the braided leather belt around his waist and kept his eyes on Christine. “Now your panties,” he said, “and after you lay them atop your dress you can stay bent over with your hands flat on the floor of the van.”

Christine Spencer hooked her thumbs into the waistband of panties. Her lower lip remained sucked into her mouth and her eyes scanned the parking lot looking for voyeurs. She spotted a young woman, not much older than herself by appearance, loading groceries into the trunk of her sedan. The young woman smirked in Christine’s direction, taking her time with her bags and making no attempt to pretend she was not watching the scene unfold.

Mr. Spencer took a step closer to Christine. His hand flashed through the air and slapped the panty covered butt of his daughter. She kicked a leg up in the air and shot a glare of anger in her father’s direction. He slapped her butt twice more and she lowered her gaze. Mr. Harper and the voyeuristic young woman smiled at the show.

“I warned you,” Mr. Spencer said. “Now you have a bedtime spanking coming and if you keep up the way you are, there will be a spanking before breakfast tomorrow morning too.”

“Daddy!” Christine Spencer said. The name reverberated as a complaint and a protest, but she wisely avoided extrapolating on the concepts.

The shortness of Mr. Spencer’s breath was the most obvious sign of the growing embarrassment he felt as a result of daughter’s behavior. His voice took on a hiss as he spoke. “Breakfast it is,” he said. “Are you going for lunch tomorrow as well or are you going to shut your mouth and take your panties off?”

Christine Spencer kept her eyes on a downward bend. The quiver of her jaw suggested a battle raging behind her blue eyes though. A daughter of 22 has a mind and will not easily subverted even in the face of escalating negative consequences. Miss Spencer did however, keep her tongue in check and force herself to obey the difficult and embarrassing instructions of her father. She lowered her panties with haste, stepping out of them and nearly losing her balance when the material caught on the heel of her left sandal. Christine folded the panties in half and laid them atop her dress inside the minivan. Afterward, she remained bent inside with her hands resting flat on the carpet.

Mr. Spencer unbuckled his belt and pulled it free of his trousers. “A wise choice if not a little late,” he said.

Mr. Harper said, “A willful girl like that could use a spanking a week if not more.”

The nod of Mr. Spencer’s head indicated agreement, but the lack of verbal reinforcement suggested he might have been avoiding an argument with the older gentleman. He folded the belt in half. His hands press the fold tighter together until the doubled over brown belt contain only a small gap between the halves. He took position on his daughter’s left side and rested his own left hand on her naked back.

The belt made no noise until its impact against the white jutting cheeks of Christine Spencer. The clap of leather against fatty flesh echoed in the parking lot. Miss Spencer huffed hot air at the carpet in front of her face. Her legs wobbled once before returning straight and still. A small pink stripe decorated her untanned butt in the belt’s absence and Mr. Harper nodded approval.

Mr. Spencer swung the belt a second, third, fourth, and fifth time. Miss Spencer began to cry after the fourth. Salty tears ran down her blushing face and dripped onto the minivan’s carpet below. She sniffled and stubbornly held back the apology she knew would inevitably escape her lips. The sound of a car engine cutting off was followed by the sound of car door slamming closed and then the clack of hard heels walking on asphalt.

The five pink stripes across Miss Spencer’s buttocks where soon joined by five more. Christine began kicking a leg up after each stroke by the seventh. Her butt wavered left and right as she began to feel the strokes enough to yelp in their aftermath. Mr. Spencer continued the spanking undeterred. He applied another twenty before pausing to catch his breath.

“I’ll be good,” Christine said. Her sniffle accented voice assured that she meant the words, at least for the immediate future.

“Are you ready to apologize?” Mr. Spencer asked.

Christine nodded her head. It must have then occurred to her that in her position, her nodding head was not a sight easily seen by those behind her. She said, “I’m sorry Daddy.”

“I have no doubt you are,” Mr. Spencer said, “but merely saying so is not an apology.”

Christine nodded again. “I’m sorry for acting like a brat and embarrassing you in the store.”

Mr. Spencer let his belt dangle next to his leg and nodded at his daughter. “Better,” he said. “Now, I want you to stand up and face Mr. Harper here and apologize to him like you should have done in the store.”

Miss Spencer pushed herself upright. Her hands, once free of supporting her weight, immediately went to clutching her buttocks. It’s doubtful she intended to do so, but she hopped around to face Mr. Harper rather than pivoting on her heel. She seemed oblivious to her naked exposure, the bouncing of her breasts, and the rattle of an approaching shopping cart.

She struggled to look Mr. Harper in the face. “I’m sorry,” she said, “I was rude and reckless and I should have been paying more attention to what I was doing. I’m sincerely sorry for any pain or injury I may have caused.”

Mr. Harper said, “Had you apologized initially, you still would have deserved a spanking, but I think it’s fair to say it would have been a lot less embarrassing for you.”

Christine lowered her head. “Yes, sir.”

Satisfied with Miss Spencer’s more muted attitude, Mr. Harper turned his attention to Mr. Spencer. “A job well done, sir,” he said. “All is forgiven and now I really must return to my shopping.”

With the departure of Mr. Harper, Mr. Spencer returned his attention to his daughter. She continued to nurse her spanked butt and bounce up and down on her feet. He smiled thinking about how she always looked like a little girl right after a spanking. Her attitude would be much improved for a few days, not just from the parking lot spanking but from the ones yet to come at home.

Mr. Spencer said, “That’s enough dancing around. Put your panties back on, we still have shopping to do.”

Christine obediently stopped hopping in place and turned back to the minivan. She bent to reach inside, retrieving her panties and then paused. She looked back at her father, a red flush of panic washing over face and indeed her entire naked body. “Only my panties?” she asked.

Mr. Spencer nodded. “That’s all you’re going to need until we get back home and once we get there, you won’t be needing them for the next couple days. Now hurry it up or would you rather wait here in the parking lot with your bottom still bare?”

Christine Spencer decided the best answer was to grab her panties and pull them up. She didn’t dare risk the possibility that he might follow through with the suggestion and leave her embarrassingly exposed in the parking lot while he shopped. Inside the store she could hide down empty aisles or behind floor displays, she hoped.

Spanked While Shopping

Bad behavior isn’t confined to the home. Sometimes, it occurs at times and places less than convenient for dealing with it, especially in the more traditional manner. In these cases Spankers, must decide whether or not the possible and probable attention drawn to a public spanking is merited. This is likely never a more frequent occurrence than on shopping trips.

When the Brat rears its ugly head in a store the Spanker must deal with it or risk losing control of the entire outing. The favored option is often the single hard hand swat to the Brat’s posterior followed by a promise of many more similar swats applied to the bare bottom upon returning home. However, sometimes the situation won’t wait and a more immediate and direct approach is necessary.

The Spanker must be vigilant in these circumstances and maintain an awareness of what will and will not be tolerated by the immediate public. In general it is a good idea to avoid spanking in front of large crowds. In the right circumstances though, the Spanker may find it possible to deliver a flurry of spanks over clothes, directly to undergarments or even occasionally to the bare bottom given a sufficiently private, public location.

Spankers may also choose to take advantage of dressing rooms, bathrooms and alcoves or hallways away from the prying eyes of the common shopper. The key to a successful spanking on a shopping trip is to keep it short and quick as well as to ensure the Brat is well aware that a much more serious punishment awaits them at home. Even without a large audience, the Brat will feel particularly embarrassed to have received a spanking in a store where so many strangers might possibly see or hear it happening.

An additional option, disliked almost universally by Brats is the parking lot spanking. The Spanker need only escort the Brat outside the store to the car and often times they will find it possible to deliver a more sound and complete spanking. In more accepting locales, the Spanker can bare the Brat’s bottom in the open air and apply a more lengthy spanking either by hand or by handy implement such as a belt. In less accepting situations, the Spanker can use the interior of the vehicle, a nice sized backseat comes in handy, for an over-the-lap spanking. With good tinted windows, the spanking can be applied as bare as the Spanker prefers and again, the Spanker’s hand or a handy implement serves nicely.

Also useful, and less comment inducing from spectators, the Spanker may employ the use of modified corner time while on a shopping trip. Having the Brat follow the spanker with their hands on their head can be a deeply embarrassing and humbling experience for the Brat. And while the act might raise eyebrows, the Spanker won’t have to be as concerned about activists interfering in their discipline and undermining their authority with the Brat.

Brats often think they are safe from discipline while on public excursions, but clearly the well prepared Disciplinarian can quickly change this misperception. All told, a publicly delivered spanking or other discipline can be a great benefit to the future behavior of a Brat. Once a Brat realizes they are not safe from discipline no matter their location, they will reconsider their actions and undoubtedly practice better behavior while out and about. Spankers must simply stick with their convictions and use good judgment to choose the best option to maintain order.

Reviewing The Russell Corner

The Russell Corner written by DJ Black stands out as a singular, expansive exploration into the world of discipline based relationships. The story primarily follows the inner workings of two families; The Russell’s and the Raven’s.

At the head of the Russell family is Richard Russell. He owns and operates a private business where her sometimes disciplines two of his three daughters. During these sessions, his secretary indulges in voyeurism and fantasizes about being one of her bosses loved and punished daughters. In the Russell home, Richard’s wife Janet disciplines the third and youngest daughter and Richard reserves the right to discipline any of the ladies of his relation, including his younger sister, Rosalind.

DJ Black indulges his readers’ curiosity in Richard Russell’s family with a variety of story lines featuring trouble for each of the women in Richard’s life. Past events give insight into each character’s personality and motivations in the present. In essence, key events reveal each woman’s unique journey in search of happiness and love. The common ingredient appears to be a strong desire from all to please and submit themselves to the will of Richard Russell.

The Raven family is headed by Catherine, a strong-willed widow. As with the Russell family, discipline, humiliation and submission rule the Raven household. However, more unique to the Raven family is carry over of the disciplinary process into the family business. Catherine surrounds herself with young, attractive, and immature young women who by their very nature give her ample excuses to punish them in the most imaginative ways.

Much of the Raven story focuses on the home and work relationship between Catherine and her adult step-daughter Eleanor which is fraught with confused emotions. Just as in the Russell family, there are a variety of side stories featuring everyone from the Raven’s housemaids to the personal driver, a college aged daughter and various employees at the family business. Each story reveals the powerful draw of Catherine and the undeniable needs of those who surround her to feel loved, protected, and safe. These needs are echoed in Catherine though she conceals them with a harsh exterior and stubborn application of severe punishment and humiliation to those who fail her even in the slightest of manners.

The two families’ stories crisscross throughout, building to an inevitable collision.  For those who enjoy DJ Black’s multi-faceted approach to storytelling, there will be no disappointments in The Russell Corner. Here he has painstakingly crafted a grandiose tale incorporating many of the staples bound to the imaginations of spanking aficionados; From the wayward daughter and schoolgirl to the secretary, to the maid, and beyond. Fans of DJ Black’s Voice in the Corner will undoubtedly love and cherish The Russell Corner as a pinnacle achievement from their favorite author.

A Little Update for July

It looks like the new 3 posts a week schedule has been an overwhelming success. As a result I’m going to do my best to keep it going at least in the short term. I’m not quite ready with the next multi-part story yet so, that means a little filler for the next week.

First, on Monday I’ll be sharing a review of DJ Black’s spanking novel, The Russell Corner. It is available for purchase through Lulu.com and can be linked to via the buy link in the right column on this blog or through DJ Black’s site, A Voice in the Corner. I know DJ Black will appreciate your support of his literary talents and is proud to share this work with all of you.

Come Wednesday, an ITS article will be featured, followed on Friday by a related short story. Hopefully this will be sufficient to keep everyone entertained over the next week. The extra time will allow me to firm up the plot line and complete a number of scenes for the upcoming multi-part story tentatively titled, The Adventures of Kit Wilde: The Jade Runner.

The new story will be a slight departure from my typical storytelling settings on ITS and will dive into one of my favorite mainstream genres, science fiction / fantasy. If that concept rattles you a little bit please rest assured the story will feature plenty of my customary style of corporal punishment scenes and I promise no walking, talking or otherwise sentient trees. And for those of you who enjoyed the action sequences from Quest Five, you’ll be pleased to know Kit Wilde is already known to be quite capable at pulling off a few impressive stunts of her own. Look for the beginning of her adventure on Monday, July 11.