Illustrated Story by Darcy — No Such Thing as Luck

A treat for Leap Day. No less than five original illustrations of this excellent story from Darcy.

To many of his closer acquaintances Charles Beaumont appeared to be blessed with extraordinary good luck He had succeeded in business and had retired early. He had a nice house surrounded by well-tended gardens that offered a relaxing oasis of calm and, crucially, privacy. Single for most of his life, he had recently married and now had a wife, June, and her teenage daughter Billie. Both of whom, as those close acquaintances knew, were regularly subjected to old-school discipline. Was it luck that such ripe fruit had fallen into his lap, a lap they both squirmed and squealed over, or was it something else?

Well, if you were to ask Charles he would tell you that there’s no such thing as luck.

Disciplined and focused he had chosen a career he knew he could succeed in and would bring him the financial security and comfort he deserved. So not luck. He had met June at the golf club where he was a member and club treasurer and she was the barmaid. Full bodied but still attractive — sexy even — he was delighted when he discovered that her nights on duty invariably coincided with a shortfall in the bar’s till at the end of the evening. He allowed this petty pilfering to carry on for several months, keeping a full and accurate record of her behaviour. When he finally confronted her, the amount she had taken was considerable enough for him to dangle the threat of prosecution and imprisonment over her were he to hand the situation over to the authorities. She begged and pleaded, hoping that her situation as a single mother with a young daughter to care for would weaken his resolve. And, initially, it appeared it did, with Charles offering a different sort of punishment for her crime.

The punishments continued, and now we find Charles married to June. His new wife still penitent and still accepting regular punishments as both payback for her sins and, in Charles words, ‘necessary reminders to avoid temptation.’

As for Billie, her daughter, now reluctantly referring to Charles as ‘daddy’, it might have seemed like bad luck to find out she was a shy and timid thing. Nervous and anxious and thus well behaved at school and in her new home. Better behaved than ever before, in fact, due in no small part to the noises she heard coming from the bedroom that mummy and ‘daddy’ shared. Slaps and smacks and swishes and crying and tears. Often followed by other more guttural sounds. All terrifying to her, and all reminding her to do as she was told and not step out of line.

But Charles had taken an active interest in her school-life, and had even gone to the trouble of befriending the headmaster, a man who shared similar tastes to Charles. And so it was that Billie came to be reported for minor mistakes. If there was any trouble in class, Billie’s name would always be added to the list of troublemakers. Her pleas of innocence fell on cruelly deaf ears. She was detained after school on many occasions and often arrived home late, an offence punishable by a spanking. Her schoolwork was marked harshly and, she thought unfairly. Her grades slipped, an offence punishable by the cane. Before long, Billie was also receiving regular punishments at home, as well as enduring regular visits to the headmaster for scholastic discipline. Luck, of course, had nothing to do with it.

Which brings us to this evening. It’s Friday, and the end of term. June has been given permission to visit her sister in Morecambe, Julie, also a single parent of two young and apparently wilful girls. Julie, on the verge of losing her home, has asked June for money. Charles has sent June with a counter-offer. They can perhaps all move in with Charles. Julie can work with her sister at the golf club and the girls attend school with Billie. Providing of course they agree to abide by the rules of the house.

Home alone, Charles waits for Billie. She is late of course, and she will be carrying her report. A report which Charles already knows is filled with low grades and damning comments. He suspects her session with the headmaster will be a long and painful one.

When she finally arrives — a full two hours late — her face is streaked with tears, her cheeks flushed, her hair messy. Charles has her strip completely naked in the hallway to admire the headmaster’s work. The sobbing girl obeys, and is made to perch on a stool, her crimson buttocks on display, while Charles makes two phone calls.

The first is to June, informing her of Billie’s terrible grades. ‘I intend to punish her tonight and every night until you return on Monday. And then, my dear, I intend to start punishing the two of you together. Is that understood?’

‘Y… yes darling. It’s for the best I imagine.’

‘Indeed it is. And what of your sister?’

‘Julie has said she would like to accept your kind offer. So if it’s alright with you they will pack up and join us in a month.’

‘Good. Have a pleasant stay my dear.’

The second call was to Mr Phipps the headmaster.

‘Reginald dear boy. I’ve just been admiring your handiwork. But I am shocked, utterly shocked, at the report. It’s as if the silly girl has given up. Probably thinks she can coast through life on her looks and wiggling her sexy little bum around.’

Billie began snivelling and crying audibly as she listened in. It was so unfair! She was a good girl. She tried her best. It just seemed to be rotten luck that she was blamed for things she didn’t do.

Charles continued. ‘In light of the poor showing this term I intend to spend much of the weekend working on the situation. I intend to punish Billie more severely than in the past.’

More snivelling from the poor wretch on the stool.

‘And I thought a spare pair of hands might come in handy. Are you free to join me? We could make an evening of it.’

Billy began to cry louder. It was as if they enjoyed it! They were talking about it like it was fun. She couldn’t understand it.

‘Jolly good! I’ll see you in an hour.’

Hanging up he turned to the poor teen.

‘You really are a very silly, very naughty child Billie. Aren’t you?’

‘Y… yes Daddy. I’m s… s… sorry Daddy…’

Standing beside her he began to slap her already sore bottom.

‘You are lazy.’ Smack! ‘You are argumentative.’ Smack! ‘You are slovenly.’ Smack! ‘You dress and behave like a little slut. A little whore in school uniform.’ Smack! Smack! Smack! ‘You are stupid.’ Smack! ‘I have promised your mother that I will show you the error of your ways, as indeed I endeavoured to help her.’ Smack!

By the time Reginald arrived they had moved to the front room, and Billie had already graduated from a smacking to a strapping to a caning.

Billie, still naked, fetched them drinks from the kitchen. Reginald admired the work that Charles had put in.

‘Excellent job, sir. I see that you’ve given her a taste of the cane on those perky little tits as well.’

His hand was running over her bum cheeks, the fingers prying into the cleft and even brushing against her botty hole. She thought she’d die of shame, and her crying increased, as she stood there trying to hold the tray straight while deep sobs racked her body.

‘Of course. Here come the bloody water works. These girls think that a few tears will make us go all soft and let them off lightly. Not us, though, eh Charles.’

‘Certainly not, Reggie. In fact the more she cries the more she deserves in my opinion.’

‘Agreed. Shall we begin?’

Reginald fetched his own cane while Charles held her hands to stop her from interfering. They caned her bum first. Then the backs of her legs. Then her back. Then the front of her legs. Then her tits. She cried and wailed and sobbed and pleaded and, by the end, was offering to do all sorts of things if they’d only stop. Things she’d never done, of course, but she’d heard the other girls at school talk about.

Hot and bothered from their exertions, Charles and Reginald agreed it might be a good idea to take a break, and perhaps see if they might show mercy to poor Billie in return for the favours she described.

Which is where we must leave our two upright members of society. In a state of undress with a crying, pleading, thoroughly humiliated young girl on her knees between them.

Charles thought for a moment of the weekend ahead, and of the return of his wife and the imminent arrival of her sister and the two naughty daughters that would soon be under his roof and under his rules.

Some might consider him lucky, but Charles knew that there was no such thing as luck.