Spirited Intervention Part II

Spirited Intervention Part II
by ThatStings

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This story is intended for ADULTS ONLY. It contains explicit depictions of sexual activity involving minors. If you are not of a legal age in your locality to view such material or if such material does not appeal to you, do not read further, and do not save this story.

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This series will introduce readers to a cartoonish version of the Next Life that is strictly mine alone and does not correspond with any current religious training. Just sit back, relax and enjoy the story for what it is – erotic piffle.
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As Diana Rigg said to Miss Piggy in The Great Muppet Caper: "It's plot exposition. It has to go somewhere."

II: Two Reunions

The ghost boy walked down the hallway passing framed photographs of past family vacations. The people in the pictures grew progressively older in each set. There was Brian and his mom and dad on vacation, at Christmas, making a birthday for a younger Brian.

As he went along the group got older. Brian was about eleven, his dad looked tired, and his mom looked gaunt. The most recent photographs only featured Brian and his dad. Both males gamely smiled for their pictures, but the smile never quite extinguished the hurt in their eyes. The ghost boy looked for another set of photographs.

He found three of them downstairs on the fireplace mantle. The two pictures on the outside were candid snapshots and the one in the middle a studio portrait from Sears. It showed a young boy with shaggy hair who smiled delightedly for the camera. A brass plaque was attached to the frame that read, Robert Arturo Romano," and below that, "1955 – 1967."

He was touched that he was in a position of honor. A sound behind him made him look to find Brian's father sleeping in an easy chair. The boy smiled and walked over to him.

"Is that your big brother, Robbie?" The boy wasn't surprised to hear the girl's voice behind him. "He looks like you, only older."

He turned to look at the pretty girl who moved closer to him. She gave Robbie a quick kiss on the cheek, which made him smile and blush.

"Hi, Janet," he replied, "Yep, that's Danny. He's kinda going through a tough time right now."

"I know, I saw his tough time sleeping upstairs. Cute butt!"

"He's really a nice kid under all that garbage," Robbie said. "He really got bad since his mom died."

"Yeah, I know," Janet said, slipping her hand into his. "His whole world is going to turn upside down now. Is your brother going to go along with the program?"

"The superiors are reasoning with him while he's asleep. Tomorrow morning, Robbie's not going to get much sympathy from Danny for what happens to him."

"I almost feel sorry for him," she sighed. She glanced upward towards Brian's room and grinned.

"No you don't," Robbie laughed. "If you had sympathy, you wouldn't have done what you did to me!"

"Hey!" she cried with mock indignation. "Nialos, Patron Saint of Kid Punishment and Outlandish Scenarios, chose me to head up your punishment team when you decided to dabble in earth politics."

"I honestly thought Mondale could win," Robbie wailed. "Then he hadda get in that stupid tank!"

"You had a really looooong punishment," Janet said gleefully. "Almost a year! And guess what?" Robbie looked at her.

"I don't know, wha –" His eyes bulged open as Janet nodded at him. "You? AGAIN?"

"Yeah, isn't it great?" she giggled. Then her smile turned dangerous, as she asked, "Isn't it Robbie?"

Robbie knew dangerous ground when he stepped on it, so he said. "Yes, Ma'am. It's very wonderful, Ma'am."

"I'm glad you're glad," Janet replied brightly. She then leaned close and whispered in Robbie's ear: "Strip!"

Without a moment's hesitation, Robbie removed every stitch of clothing, which vanished as they hit the floor. He looked at Janet and saw her hold her hand out, palm up, at her waist level. He edged towards her, placed his hands behind his head, stood up on his toes, and placed his scrotum in her hand. She closed her hand tightly around his offering and walked off, pulling the helpless Robbie with her. Since she didn't lower her hand, he trotted on tiptoe as she walked him through the kitchen door.

Robbie wasn't surprised to see that there was no kitchen on the other side of the door. Instead there was a vast white room filled with chairs and a small stage. On the stage he could see an army of boys and girls working on a machine of some sort. They all stopped their tasks for a moment to turn and laugh at the captive boy.

"Wow, Janet!" one boy called out. "How can you get a grip on something so small?" Robbie blushed furiously but said nothing. The air was peppered with similar comments before one six-year-old girl came forward with a clipboard in one hand and a Ping-Pong paddle in the other.

"I'm sorry, Janet," she said. "Robbie's big surprise up there won't be ready of a while yet. In the meantime you can entertain him – and us – with this."

Janet took the proffered paddle and thanked the girl. The younger girl whispered, "May I?" Janet nodded, and the girl leaned forward and kissed Robbie on the cheek. "I'm glad you'll be getting it instead of me, Robbie. I just got through getting punished for my own charge's failures, so this is gonna be fun."

"Thank you, Ma'am," a glum Robbie replied. "I hope I put on a good show for you."

"Don't worry, sweetie," Janet chirped, squeezing his balls a bit. "You won't have a choice. Now let's get started."

Janet released Robbie's balls and placed her hand on the back of his neck and urged him to bend over. Immediately, the paddle crashed down on his right cheek and then his left.

"I think about one hundred spanks should be a good warm-up, don't you agree? No? Well, to bad, sweetie." The spanking began in earnest, the sound of wood striking butt-cheek echoing around the huge room.

Soon the other boys and girls gathered around to watch Robbie's punishment. They laughed and jeered at every groan and cry and the way he danced in place under the assault. They began clapping in time with the paddle strikes, and not once did Robbie do anything to avoid his punishment. Janet trained him too well for that.

The only thing that kept him from slipping into despair was the plan he was formulating for his revenge on Brian for getting him into this.

In his room, Brian slept dreaming of spankings and humiliations. His mind tried to show him what might be in store for him, but reality would make these dreams seem pleasant by comparison.