The Charles Smith Method, page 1
The Charles Smith Method
By
Carole Archer
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The Charles Smith Method
Archer, Carole
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Chapter One
IT WAS December 23, 1970, and London was in the grip of the worst winter it had seen for years. Jenny Simpson shuddered as she braced herself against the icy wind, watching the shoppers seemingly undeterred by the snow that swirled around them.
Jenny brushed away a tear. She’d spent the previous night sleeping in the bus station. She was inadequately dressed for the severe winter weather and was cold, hungry and desperately unhappy.
She scanned the crowd until she spotted a well dressed man with shopping bags in each hand. She edged slowly towards him, cringing as her bare feet numbed in the deep snow crunching underfoot.
She kept her eyes on the man as she inched towards him, but stopped in her tracks when a snowball struck him squarely on the back of his head. He whirled round to face the group of laughing boys responsible.
Jenny shivered as the man, eyes blazing with anger, strode towards the group of boys, probably from the local college. They were still laughing, but seemed a little apprehensive as the older man approached them.
“Do you have any respect for anyone?” the man’s voice boomed. Jenny edged a little closer. A couple of the students stepped back. “If I had my way I’d throw the lot of you in a borstal. That would soon change your ways.”
The biggest of the group took a step forward and held his hands out in a gesture of surrender. “I’m sorry. We were only having a bit of fun.”
“Well go and have your fun elsewhere. Do that to me again and I’ll turn you across my knee and tan your backside. See how big and clever you feel in front of your friends then.”
Jenny smiled as the young man’s face reddened. “You can’t do that!”
She saw the look of shock on the young man’s face as the older man grabbed his wrist, put his foot up on a bench and dragged the protesting student across his knee. Jenny stared in fascination as the man cracked his hand down hard on the young man’s bottom. He landed two more hard smacks before releasing the red-faced student.
Jenny gasped as the cocky young man of a few moments ago appeared close to tears. His face flushed bright red as his free hand furiously rubbed his bottom. “I’m sorry,” he muttered. He quickly turned and fled, his shell-shocked friends following him.
Jenny was a little wary now, but as the man stood with his back to her she crept up behind him. Slipping her hand into his pocket, she smiled as her fingers closed around his wallet. She slid her hand slowly out and was stunned when he grasped her wrist and whirled round to face her.
She looked up at him and was terrified. He looked furious. She guessed he was mid-60s, but he was certainly no weak old man. His grip on her wrist was hurting and she struggled desperately to break free. She’d just witnessed his reaction to being hit by a snowball. She’d tried to steal his wallet, which was much worse, and she trembled as the fire in his eyes blazed.
He looked her up and down and she blushed. She wondered what he’d think of her uncombed blonde hair and the flimsy skirt and T-shirt more suited to a hot summer’s day.
The man looked down at his wallet which she clutched tightly. He shook her wrist hard, but her grip tightened. She wasn’t giving it up easily. She needed money desperately, but wasn’t sure how she was going to escape - either with or without his wallet.
Staring down at her bare feet, the man put his bags on the floor and picked her up, hauling her across his shoulder. She struggled and cried out, shouting obscenities as she tried to break free. She noticed a few shoppers had stopped to watch and was about to call for help when his hand landed hard on her bottom. The sharp sting momentarily stunned her.
“Behave yourself young lady or I’ll take you across my knee and give you a spanking. It’s certainly no more than you deserve.”
Jenny’s eyes widened at the threat. She remembered the face of the young man he’d spanked. Her struggles ceased as she reached back to rub the sting he’d inflicted. She couldn’t believe how much it hurt and was ashamed when tears rolled down her cheeks. She covered her face with her hands.
The man picked up his shopping in his other hand, still holding her firmly in place across his shoulder, and he strode towards a nearby pub.
“Let’s get you inside and get you warm. I should call the police.”
“Please don’t,” Jenny whimpered.
The man pushed open the pub door and carried her across the room. He plonked her down on a chair, immediately taking a firm grip on her wrist. “Let go. You’re hurting me.”
“Young lady, the minute I let go of you I have no doubt you’ll run - with my wallet.” He stared at his wallet which she still gripped tightly. She knew she had no chance of escaping, but to let go now was giving up all hope.
The barman approached them with a friendly smile. “Anything I can do to help Charles?” Charles turned to him and sighed. “I was about to go home when this young woman decided she would help herself to my wallet. I’m not sure what to do, but in the meantime I think she could use a brandy to warm her up. She certainly isn’t dressed to be out in this weather.”
“I don’t want a brandy. I just want to go.” Jenny scowled at him defiantly.
“I imagine you don’t want a spanking either, but that’s what’ll happen if you don’t stop being naughty. Understand?”
Jenny nodded meekly, glancing away as her cheeks reddened. Her bottom stung, she had a fresh image in her mind of the young man he’d spanked, and she certainly didn’t want that to happen to her. She looked around the practically empty bar and wondered how she was going to escape.
The barman returned with two large brandies, putting them down in front of Charles and Jenny.
“Thank you,” said Charles, “I’ll settle up with you when I get my wallet back from this young madam.”
Her fingers tightened around it, as if this action would magically help her escape. She sincerely wished it would.
She eyed Charles suspiciously before picking the glass up and taking a sip. “Can I go now?”
“You most certainly can not. If I let you go you’ll rob someone else. I need to decide what to do with you.”
“Shall I call the police?” the barman offered.
“No,” she screamed, “no, no, no”. She stamped her feet and was irritated to see the corners of Charles’s mouth turn up into the faintest hint of a smile.
“Calm down,” said Charles, shaking his head. “You’re a real brat and I definitely think you’d benefit from a trip across my knee. In fact that’s the perfect solution to our little problem.”
Jenny gasped. He wouldn’t dare spank her. Then she remembered the scene outside and knew that he definitely could and probably would.
She looked to the barman in desperation as Charles pulled her to her feet and tipped her across his lap. His arm quickly clamped around her waist and she was trapped. She kicked her legs and tried to squirm free, then squealed in shock as his hard hand landed on her bottom.
“Stop it! You can have your stupid wallet back.”
His hand landed again and she kicked her legs. It was unbearably painful. She looked up at the grinning barman and her cheeks flushed. It was also extremely humiliating.
Jenny felt Charles’s grip tighten on her waist as he started to spank her hard and fast. She kicked her legs, struggled as much as her position would allow, and groped at the floor, but his spanks continued and the sting in her bottom intensified. Her squeals turned to continuous sobbing and she felt utterly embarrassed.
Jenny had never been spanked and was horrified at how incapable she was of controlling herself. She recalled witnessing a spanking while in foster care. She’d teased the girl at the time for being such a baby, but now Jenny knew why she’d made such a fuss.
Jenny suddenly realised her own spanking had stopped, but was disappointed the sting in her bottom continued to burn unbearably. Charles helped her up and she yelped as she sat down on her sore bottom. She wiped away her tears, but was horrified when they continued to flow down her cheeks.
“I’m sorry,” Jenny whined, handing his wallet back to him. She knew she had no hope of keeping it and to hang on might result in another spanking. She wasn’t willing to endure that torture again.
Jenny watched as Charles’s face softened and he smiled gently at her, accepting his wallet and paying the barman for their drinks. He put his wallet away before taking hold of her hand. “What’s your name?”
“Jenny.”
“You deserved your spanking Jenny.”
Jenny scowled.
Charles laughed softly. “Young ladies rarely agree they deserve to have a sore bottom, but if you’re honest with yourself you know your behaviour warranted it.”
Jenny’s eyes filled with tears as she shook her head. “I didn’t deserve it. I needed the money.”
Jenny shivered as Charles’s face was stern again. “Young lady, nothing gives you the right to steal and if you really don’t understand that maybe you need to spend a bit longer across my lap, with your bottom bare.”
Jenny’s eyes widened. He wouldn’t dare. Surely that was taking it a step too far. She looked at him and guessed it was best not to push him and find out as she was pretty certain she would discover she was incorrect in her assumptions once more.
“OK, I do know it’s wrong to steal, but I’m homeless and I needed some money to buy food. You’ve punished me, let me go now.”
“Jenny, I understand why you steal, but how will letting you go help? What’s changed? How will you get food and shelter without having to resort to theft?”
Jenny shrugged and lowered her head. She didn’t have the answers. She didn’t want to live on the streets but there was no alternative. She didn’t know how else to survive. She felt so desperately unhappy and as she looked into Charles’s kind face she felt her eyes welling with tears.
Jenny was surprised when Charles wrapped his arms around her and whispered words of comfort as she sobbed. She felt safe and could almost forgive him for hurting her bottom. Suddenly feeling foolish, Jenny sat up and wiped away her tears, trying desperately to compose herself. “Please let me go. I just want to go home,” she whined.
“And where, might I ask, is home?”
“What business is it of yours? Just let me go or I’ll call the police,” Jenny snapped.
Charles laughed. “You’ll call the police? Go ahead. This should be amusing. Are you going to tell them you stole my wallet and I won’t let you keep it, and that I spanked your bottom as punishment?”
Jenny scowled as Charles turned to face the barman. “I believe Jenny wants you to call the police.”
“No, please don’t. I’ll be arrested.” Jenny reached out and clutched the sleeve of Charles’s jacket.
Charles nodded. “Yes, as you deserve to be.”
Jenny looked Charles in the eye. “I don’t have a home,” she said sadly. “I’m homeless.”
The barman again intervened. “Charles, maybe I should call the police?” Charles shook his head. “No, that isn’t necessary.”
Charles was visibly angered as the decision to deal with the problem himself was suddenly taken away from him. Two young police officers entered the pub and approached them and Jenny’s heart sank.
“Hello Judge Smith. We’ve just been alerted to the fact that you’ve been robbed. We were told you’d brought the young lady involved in here.”
Shaking his head, Charles addressed the officer. “I’m no longer a judge, please call me Charles. And as for this young lady, yes she has just tried to rob me but I’ve managed to retrieve my belongings. Thank you, but your assistance isn’t necessary.”
Jenny looked towards the door. “Jenny, it’s no use trying to run. You’re in big trouble this time. The judge will definitely send you to prison. When will you ever learn?” The officer sighed, shaking his head in exasperation.
The officer turned to Charles. “I’m sorry Charles. We know Jenny Simpson very well. She was in court less than a month ago where the judge gave her one last chance. He sorted out a job and a home for her, but it looks like she prefers to be a thief.”
“That isn’t true, I…”
The officer silenced her with a stern look. “Be quiet, there’ll be time for explanations in court. Until then you can keep your excuses to yourself.”
“But…”
A harsh look from the officer caused Jenny’s tears to spill out and roll slowly down her cheeks.
“Officers, it’s quite obvious Jenny tried to steal from me through need, not greed. I want to help her. You don’t need to arrest her.”
The officer ignored Charles and glared at Jenny. “Why do you do it? You had a perfect opportunity to turn your life around and you’ve thrown it all away again.”
Jenny sobbed. “It really wasn’t my fault.”
“Be quiet Jenny. I really believed you were capable of living a good and honest life, but I guess you prefer to be a thief. Maybe you find that the easy option.” He sighed as he shook his head.
“Didn’t you listen to a word the judge said to you last month?”
Jenny sobbed. “Of course I did, but it wasn’t my fault…” Her voice trailed off as she sobbed pitifully. She looked at Charles, who was watching her with evident concern.
“Jenny, I believe discipline will help you reform your ways. As you’ve already experienced, it’s very effective.” Jenny blushed and looked to the floor. She didn’t want the officers to know Charles had spanked her.
She looked at Charles as he continued. “I also think a bit of love and compassion would be just as helpful. I wish I could tell you everything’s going to be all right, that I can help you, but I’m not sure I can. Tell me what happened that led to you losing your home and job?”
Jenny sniffled and looked away. “It wasn’t my fault.”
The policeman spoke again, the harshness of his voice startling her. “It never is your fault Jenny, there’s always someone else to blame. I guess you must really want a taste of prison life. Wasn’t reformatory bad enough for you?”
“I’m sorry officer, but despite what I’m hearing I don’t believe Jenny’s a bad girl. Let her tell us what went wrong.” Charles glared at the officer, and Jenny swallowed hard. She could see a faint glimmer of hope but she needed to convince Charles – and the officers - that she was worthy of help.
Jenny wiped her tears away with the back of her hand and turned to the officers. “I really have tried to change, but someone was stealing in the house and they wrongly accused me. I swear I didn’t do it.”
She swallowed hard, desperately trying to stop the tears that spilled from her eyes. “They threw me out last night. They wouldn’t listen to me. I was desperate. That’s why I tried to take his wallet.” She gestured towards Charles.
“I’ll freeze to death if I don’t get some warm clothes, and I’m really hungry. That’s why I needed money.” She sobbed as she took another sip of her drink. “They didn’t even let me have my shoes or coat.”
