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End of the Run

by Rosie

 

A rumble woke me up from my sleep.

"There they are!"

Although I didn't recognize the voice, it seemed very familiar. Not that it triggered any memories, rather a strange sentiment. I felt a strange emotion overflow me, but didn't really have time to analyze it as the door to my bedroom burst open and a rather large silhouette appeared in the doorway. I could hear my father's muffled screams from the next room. I started to panic.

 

As long as I could remember, my father and I were on the run. He never really told me what or who we were running from. We went from town to town, never settling down for a long time. Well, until now. In the old days, when I was a child, we used to live in shabby motels or even trailers as he worked odd jobs to support us. When I turned fifteen, we came to a small town in western Oregon, where I started attending high school. He even managed to find a real, well paid job and we rented a whole apartment. I'd never seen such luxury until then. I guess my father liked it as well, since we stayed here for a whole year. Apparently, we should have moved sooner.

 

The silhouette in the doorway moved in a little further. I sat up on my bed and froze. Then it flicked the light on. I was surprised to see it turn out to be a woman. A middle aged one, strongly built, dressed in dark pants and a sweater.

"Well?" she smiled at me.

I gaped at her. The feeling I felt before was even stronger. I didn't dare to even guess about what it meant at first, but after what seemed an eternity of silent eye contact, I just couldn't keep it inside any longer.

"Mummy?" I asked.

The woman's face lit up like fireworks.

"Oh, you remembered," she cried as she leapt towards my bed, "Thirteen years and you still remember."

She hugged me so strongly, I felt I was going to disappear between her massive breasts.

"Mummy?" I said again, "What's going on? What's happened to dad?"

"Well, let's go find out," she said and helped me off my bed.

"My, how you've grown," she cooed again and hugged me. If she was really my mother, then I hadn't really grown that much, as she was much bigger than me. Then again, maybe I took from my father, he wasn't any bigger than me.

We entered the living room where my father was standing in front of two women. One, the older one, was a little shorter than him, the younger one was about the same size as the woman who burst into my room.

"He recognized his mummy," she proudly announced as she led me inside.

In an instant, all attention turned to me. The younger woman hurried towards me.

"Do you remember your auntie too?" she cried happily.

I stared blankly at her.

"And your granny," she continued, pointing to the older women.

 

Suddenly, it all came back to me. They were faint memories, as I was just a little child then, but I remembered the three women. Granny, auntie and above all, mummy. Can't really say how much they've changed, but obviously not that much, as I could recognize them. Funny, but I couldn't find any recollection of my father from that same period of my childhood. It seemed that he only appeared when we were already on the run.

 

"What's going on here?" I asked.

"Maybe your father should answer that one," auntie said icily.

"No," granny said firmly, "I'll tell him," then she turned to me, "You see, when you were three years old, your father decided that the atmosphere in our family wasn't suitable for raising a young boy, so he just took you and ran."

"How could you, Henry," auntie said reproachfully, "You broke our hearts."

"Now, now, Helen," granny said and aunt Helen settled down, "He had his reasons. In fact, as much as I'm seething with rage, I must also confess I admire you," she turned to my father, "Even though it was foolish of you to think we'd never find you, because we obviously did, I admire your courage. Despite knowing what awaited you when we'd find you, you did what you thought was best for your child."

"Best my ass!" Helen commented.

"Quiet," granny shushed her, "I'm not saying he was right in his thoughts. Of course he wasn't. I'm saying he acted by his conscience despite the high cost."

She turned to my father again.

"You know, I still can't fully understand what were you thinking. I mean, I raised you the same way you were supposed to raise Tommy with Margaret, and I thought you knew it was the best way. You think you know someone, and then…" she just shook her head.

My father just stood there silently, his head bowed down. Mummy walked over to him, took a thorough look.

"My god, Henry," she said, "You've hardly changed at all. Looks like the life of a fugitive did you only good."

"Told you we should have brought the bad," Helen said.

"Oh, come on," mummy replied, "You were the one to suggest he'd weight twice what he used to by now."

"Girls, girls," granny intervened again, "I put the bag in the trunk this morning."

"Good," aunty said, "I'll go get it."

"Not at the moment," granny said, "There will be plenty of time for that later on. We have more pressing issues to attend to now."

She sat down on our sofa. Mummy and aunt Helen looked at each other and grew spookily quiet. Helen walked over to dad, took hold of his upper arm and led him to granny.

"Well, what are you waiting for," mummy asked as he stood silent next to his gray haired mother.

"I've been a bad boy, mummy," he finally said with a shaky voice.

"You sure have been," granny said, "Taking my grandchild like that."

"I'm sorry," he said.

"That's not good enough," granny replied coldly.

"I deserve a spanking," he almost whispered.

"Probably," granny retorted, "But I'm not sure I want to give you one."

His face turned as pale as the wall.

"Please spank me," he stammered, "I'll never be a bad boy again, I promise."

She gave him a long, cold stare.

"Drop your pants," she said finally.

Even I could feel the wave of relief that washed over my father as he placed himself across granny's knees. Mummy and Helen, holding hands, looked pleased as well. I think a tear trickled down my mother's cheek.

"Damn right about not being a bad boy anymore," granny said, "Or any kind of boy for that matter."

When the first loud smack landed across his buttocks, I had to look away, I was too embarrassed to look at my father kicking his legs like a little girl. Even so, I couldn't ignore his cries. The first one was a frightening combination of pain, fear, shame and joy, then gradually, all of the components vanished and only pain remained, until he was weeping openly like a woman. Furthermore, each sound of my grandmother's palm against my father's backside triggered another childhood memory. I could remember aunt Helen being spanked by granny, and I wasn't sure if I hadn't seen mummy over her knees as well.

"Get up," granny said to my father when she was finished.

It amazed me that he could stand up straight, as he was crying so hard. Still, I think I noticed a smile of relief through his tears.

"Why don't you girls take Tommy to the hotel. I'll spend the night here with my son," she said.

"But mummy, we didn't get to spank Henry yet," Helen complained.

"Tomorrow," she replied sharply, "Now go."

 

"I'm so glad granny spanked your daddy," Helen chattered excitedly as she drove the car, "That means he's back in the family. She could have just told him to fuck off and that would be the last time anyone saw him."

"She won't let him off that easy," mummy commented.

"I know," Helen replied, "But at least she let him back."

Despite the excitement, I dozed off at the back seat. They must have carried me to the room, as I woke up not earlier than in the morning.

"Morning, sunshine," mummy said, bending over me.

"Whu? What?" I grumbled, then I remembered the events that took place last evening.

"C'mon, get up," she said and pulled the sheets of me.

As I got up I noticed I was dressed in a woman's nightgown.

"What's this?" I plucked at the flimsy knee length garment.

"Sorry about that, it was all we had," mummy said and continued excitedly "Now. Glad to see you're awake, we have so much to teach you. But unfortunately, we have to start with the hardest part."

I looked at her blankly. Helen entered the room and smiled at me.

"If you behave yourself properly, I won't have to do this very often," mummy continued, talking slowly, as if to make sure I understood just every word she was saying, "But I have to do it once and since we don't have much time, we can't wait for the right occasion."

It was beginning to dawn on me just what she meant.

"Now, Tommy, lie down across my knees. I promise I won't hurt you too bad."

My heart skipped a beat as I heard her say that. God, I thought, she wanted to spank me. Just like granny had spanked dad.

"But I haven't done anything," I whined.

"I know, you've been a good boy," mummy replied, "That's why I'll be really gentle."

"Please mummy, don't do this," I pleaded.

"Look Tommy," she began, "If you lie down my knees now, I promise I'll be as gentle as possible. I mean, I have to spank you a little, I'm sure you understand it's for your own good. But if I have to put you over my knees myself, I'll smack your ass a whole lot harder."

Silently, I took a step towards her.

"That's a good boy," she said, "Now raise your nightie."

I hesitated for a moment.

"Don't worry, you're wearing panties."

I pulled up my night gown and discovered a pair of frilly pink satin panties on me. I blushed with embarrassment.

"Now say 'Please spank me, mummy'," she instructed me.

"Please spank me, mummy," I repeated her words and slowly lay down her knees.

"Kick your legs a little," she said, "That will save you a lot of unnecessary pain in the future."

I kicked my legs and waved my arms, but tried to keep silent. I guess that was a mistake as she started spanking me harder until I let out an 'Ah!' at each spank. She didn't make me cry, though.

"Here, give mummy a kiss," she said and hugged me after she let me get up.

I dropped my nightie and watch it cascade down my body.

"It's Helen's turn," mummy said.

I walked over to Helen.

"Would you please spank me, auntie?" I asked softly.

"Sure thing," she replied brightly.

She didn't wait for me to place myself on her thighs, instead she took hold of my waist and put me down herself. I let out a surprised shriek, but after that, it was only a series of love taps. Having learned my lesson, I waved my arms helplessly, kicked my legs and squealed girlishly.

 

As we waited for granny and dad to come to the hotel, I started sinking in my childhood memories again. All seemed make sense except for one bit – there was another woman that I just couldn't remember who she was, nor what I used to call her. Didn't remember even how she looked, the only recollection of her was lying in her lap and feeling very good about it. I started missing her.

 

"Here they are," Helen called to us across the hotel lobby.

"I wonder what she's done to my dearest big brother," she said as we watched them park the car.

Instead of my father, a woman walked into the lobby alongside my grandmother. They both wore rather expensive looking outfits, granny in a beige pantsuit, the other woman in a dark blue dress.

"Girls," she said and looked at the woman, "Tiffany."

Helen and mummy looked at each other quizzically.

"Tiffany?" granny said, "You have something to say to someone?"

Reluctantly, Tiffany turned to me.

"I'm sorry for depriving you of the good education you deserve, Tommy. The fact that I meant well doesn't justify the fact that I robbed you of your childhood. I know I'm asking for a lot, but I hope someday you can forgive me," she said quietly.

I looked at her and thought for a second. Suddenly, all of the pieces fell into place.

"Dad?" I said carefully.

She smiled at me weakly.

"Dad?" I repeated, "Dad?"

 

Now I remembered! I used to call that woman 'daddy'. Later on, when we were on the run, it hadn't made much sense to me, the best explanation I could come up was that it was just a weird name for a woman. But now I realized just who she was.

 

My heart was beating like mad. I launched into her arms.

"Oh, daddy," I cried, "I missed you so much."

 

"Well," mummy sniffled, "If you two are all done, I think it's time we got home. We need to get the boy some proper clothes, you can see for miles how bad my dress fits him."

 

The End.

  

  

  

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