The Charles Smith Method, page 2
Jenny turned to Charles. “I’m sorry. I didn’t want to steal from you. I promised myself I would never steal again and I truly meant it. But I had no choice…” She stopped mid-sentence as her voice broke into a pitiful squeak.
Taking a deep breath, she continued. “The court gave me a chance and I did try my best. I worked hard at my job as a maid. I honestly didn’t steal from them. I can’t believe they threw me out like this.” She gestured to the few clothes she was wearing.
“I slept in the bus station last night. I was frozen when I woke this morning. I begged for food but got nothing. Out of desperation I came out onto the street, where I saw you. You wouldn’t miss a few measly pounds. And it is Christmas, supposedly the season of goodwill.” She scowled at him in defiance.
“Jenny, I genuinely do feel sympathy for you and I really want to believe your story, but being rude to me is not the way to convince me to help. I guess what you really need is a short sharp shock and a spell in prison will certainly give you that.”
“No!”
Charles nodded. “You’d also benefit from regular spankings. You think you’re miserable now? I’d soon have you crying tears of real sorrow as you kicked and struggled to escape the pain of a hard spanking on your bare bottom.”
Jenny blushed. She knew how humiliating and painful a spanking was, but the thought of having her bottom bared was unimaginable.
Charles turned to the officers. “Please let me help Jenny. I’d hate to see her back on the streets, or worse still in jail.”
“Don’t worry about it Charles, we’ll take care of her,” replied the officer.
Looking pleadingly at Charles, Jenny grabbed his wrist. “I was brought up in an orphanage after my parents abandoned me as a baby. I’ve been shoved from one home to another. I’ve spent the last few years in a reformatory. When I got out the judge sent me to the home of his friend, who gave me a job and a room. I tried so hard, but through no fault of my own it’s over. I’ll surely go to prison if you don’t help me.”
She looked again at Charles. “You have very kind eyes. I know you can help me. Please, I’m begging you to give me a chance!”
Charles considered for a moment before turning to the officers. “I’d like to take Jenny home, give her a bed for the night and some food and warm clothes.”
Jenny’s face broke into a smile, which quickly disappeared as one of the officers shook his head. “I can’t let you do that Charles. She’ll rob you blind.”
Jenny shook her head frantically. “No, I promise I won’t. I’ll do anything you want if you help me.”
The officer glared at her, before turning back to Charles. “I’m sorry. She’s on a final warning from the judge. He’ll be furious to see her again and will have no option but to send her to jail. He went out of his way to help her and will be so disappointed. He certainly won’t want her to get off so lightly this time. He’ll want to see her punished.”
Jenny desperately tried to convince Charles to listen. “Items did go missing from the house I was working in. As I have a history of stealing, the owners automatically assumed it was me. I swear to you it wasn’t.”
Sobbing, she continued. “I begged them to let me stay, swore I hadn’t robbed them, but they closed the door on me. I didn’t want to end up homeless, but I had no choice … just like I had no choice when I tried to take your wallet.”
Jenny sobbed pitifully. “The night they threw me out was the worst of my entire life, and there’ve certainly been plenty to choose from.” She looked at Charles as her tears continued to flow.
“It was such a long night and so very cold,” she continued. “I’m only 21 years old, yet I was reduced to sleeping in the bus station with drunken dirty old tramps. I was too scared to go to sleep for long. When I did sleep I woke freezing cold and hungry.”
She wiped away a tear before continuing her tale. Charles listened intently, concern on his face, while the officers sighed and looked around.
Jenny sobbed as she swallowed a large amount of brandy. She trembled as she continued to speak, and Charles took his jacket off and wrapped it around her shoulders.
The officer looked sympathetically at Charles. “I’m sorry. We have to take her to the station. She’ll get a hot meal and a warm place to sleep, which is surely what you want for her?” Charles nodded.
“She’ll be seen by the judge in the morning and will probably spend Christmas in the cells until her fate is decided. At least she’ll be out of the cold.”
Charles sighed. “I guess that’s the main thing.”
Jenny broke down in tears, covering her face with her hands and sobbing, before sitting up and looking at Charles. “Please, give me a chance. I won’t let you down.”
She turned her attention to the two policemen. “He’s got his wallet back. There’s no harm done. Please don’t lock me away.”
The policemen exchanged glances before shaking their heads. Jenny turned and looked imploringly at Charles.
Taking a deep breath, Charles shook his head. “I’m sorry, I can’t help you Jenny. If you go to prison at least you’ll have somewhere safe to stay. You’ll be well fed and away from the temptation of crime. I want to help you, but there’s nothing I can do. If you’re allowed to walk away, you’ll simply rob someone else and end up in worse trouble.”
Jenny dropped to her knees at Charles’s feet. “What could be worse than going to prison? I’ll do whatever you want. I’ve not been in trouble since I left reform school, until now of course. It’s not my fault I’ve ended up on the streets. I had no money and nowhere to go. I would never have tried to take your wallet otherwise. It’s unfair to punish me when I’ve tried to be good.”
Charles sighed and looked at the officers. “Would you agree to me taking her home with me now? I’ll bring her to court in the morning. I’d like to have a chat with the judge and see if there’s an alternative to prison, but surely it doesn’t matter whether Jenny sleeps in a police cell or my home tonight. Either place she’ll be safe. I’ll make sure she’s at court in the morning. If I give her the sound bare bottom spanking she most certainly deserves tonight, maybe she’ll be suitably contrite tomorrow. If the judge sees my methods work, he might agree there is an alternative to custody.”
Jenny blushed as the officers smirked. The officer in charge turned back to Charles. “OK, you can take her home tonight but it’s your responsibility to have her in the courtroom in the morning. We’ll set up a hearing with the judge and arrange for you to have a chat with him beforehand.”
Putting his hand under Jenny’s chin, the officer raised her face so she was forced to look at him. “Jenny, do you agree to go home with Charles tonight?”
Jenny nodded enthusiastically. “Yes please. You won’t regret this.”
The officer smiled. “No Jenny, but you might when you’re kicking your little legs and howling as he spanks your bare bottom red raw.”
Jenny swallowed hard. She didn’t want to be spanked again, but the thought of spending the night in a cold police cell was worse. She’d endured one spanking from Charles and was sure she could manage another. If her compliance made him happy, he might even save her from prison.
With tears in her eyes, Jenny clutched Charles’s hand. “Thank you. Can we go now?”
Charles nodded and helped her to her feet.
The policemen offered them a lift and guided them to the car. Jenny sat with her head against Charles’s shoulder, his arm wrapped around her, as she worried what the future held for her.
She trusted Charles and felt safe with him. She closed her eyes as she tried to shut out the memory of her recent spanking and the spanking she’d been promised would happen later.
She reminded herself she would have a roof over her head, be out of the cold and be properly fed, but sobbed as she worried what would happen if the judge did send her to prison. How would she ever rebuild her life with a prison record?
Not for the first time in her life, Jenny wished she was dead. She felt some comfort when Charles held her closer and gently kissed the top of her head. She could only pray this would work out for her.
Eventually the car stopped and Charles helped Jenny out and led her towards his home. Jenny smiled brightly. The house was beautiful and so big. Charles slowly shook his head, a faint smile bringing light to his eyes. “Jenny, what on earth have I let myself in for?” Jenny couldn’t help wondering the same thing.
Chapter Two
CHARLES’S housekeeper Hazel Armstrong was in the kitchen preparing dinner when she heard Charles come home. As she chopped the vegetables, she wondered why he hadn’t come into the kitchen to greet her. After a few minutes she washed her hands and wandered out into the hallway.
“Charles, are you home?”
“I’m in the living room. Sorry Hazel, I had my hands full and forgot to let you know I was back.”
Hazel walked into the living room and was surprised to see Charles sitting on the sofa with a scruffy young woman standing in front of him. She noticed Charles gripping the woman’s wrist tightly and wondered what was going on. She also noticed the woman had no shoes and was inadequately dressed for the harsh winter weather.
“Hazel, this is Jenny. She’s going to stay with us tonight. I need to take her to the courts in the morning to see if she can stay with us on a permanent basis.”
Jenny didn’t turn to greet Hazel and stayed facing Charles, her head bowed. Hazel was suspicious and wondered why Charles had brought her home.
“She’s an adult, isn’t she? Surely she can decide whether or not she wants to stay here. Why does she have to go to court and why do you need to go with her?”
Charles looked up and smiled. “It’s complicated Hazel. Yes Jenny is an adult, but she’s homeless and needs help. I seem to remember someone else needing my help a while ago and I didn’t turn you away.” He raised his eyebrows as he spoke.
Hazel’s eyes filled with tears as she could still easily recall the night 12 years ago when she’d met Charles. She’d found herself homeless and unemployed and had wandered the streets all day, not knowing where to go for help. Finally, too exhausted to walk any further, she’d sat down on the pavement and cried.
She clearly remembered a hand on her shoulder. She’d been terrified her abusive employer had followed her and was going to beat her again and was surprised to instead look up at Charles’s kind face. He’d helped her up and taken her home with him where he’d talked to her and promised to help her.
His housekeeper Mary had been very kind, feeding her, giving her warm clothes and showing her to a bedroom where she could spend the night. She’d stayed in that room every night since. She wasn’t sure where she’d be if Charles hadn’t taken her in, but she’d be forever grateful that he had.
Hazel shuddered as she looked at Jenny’s bare feet. It might have been cold the night Charles found Hazel, but at least it hadn’t been snowing and she’d been suitably dressed for the cold weather. She looked out of the window at the snow coming down thick and fast and felt a pang of sympathy for Jenny. Whatever had happened to her, at least she was safe now. Hazel guessed Charles would fill her in on the details later.
“Shall I go and find her some clothes Charles? She must be freezing.”
“Not just yet Hazel, maybe later. Jenny will warm up soon enough and we have some business to take care of first, so if you wouldn’t mind going back to the kitchen and getting on with dinner. You’ll need to do a bit more food as there’ll be three of us tonight.”
Hazel nodded and turned away. As she was about to leave the room she heard Jenny gasp loudly and cry out “please, not again”. Hazel looked over her shoulder to see what had caused such a reaction from Jenny. Hazel herself gasped when she saw Jenny balanced over Charles’s lap, one arm holding her down as his other hand lifted her skirt up. Jenny’s legs kicked as she pleaded with him to stop. Charles simply took hold of her white cotton panties and tugged them down as she whimpered and squirmed.
Hazel continued to stare open mouthed and watched with horror as Charles raised his hand and cracked it down sharply on Jenny’s bare bottom. Hazel’s cheeks flushed as Charles stared back at her. She looked down at the floor, turned and fled the room quickly, hurrying to the kitchen as sharp smacks rained down on Jenny’s unprotected bottom.
Hazel sat at the kitchen table, covering her ears with her hands, but was unable to block out the sharp crack of Charles’s hand on Jenny’s bare bottom and the pitiful wailing of the young woman desperately trying to escape her punishment.
Hazel closed her eyes and remembered the night she came home with Charles. He’d been so kind to her. He hadn’t spanked her and she wondered what Jenny had done to make him so angry that this course of action was necessary. It must have been something bad, but then why on earth would he bring her home.
Hazel recalled the night she moved into Charles’s home. His housekeeper Mary had suggested she train Hazel to take over her job when she retired a few weeks later. Hazel had worked so hard and learned very quickly and had been thrilled when Charles had offered her the position on a permanent basis.
Hazel’s previous employer had been a bully, who’d regularly used a belt on her bare bottom. The night she arrived at Charles’s she’d lay sobbing face down on his guest room bed, massaging her well striped bottom and thighs – the result of a severe beating from her employer earlier that day. She hoped she’d never have to endure such pain again.
She’d been horrified when Charles entered her room, alerted by her sobbing, but calmed down when he’d promised not to hurt her.
She’d sobbed through sheer embarrassment as his fingers had carefully traced the welts on her bottom and thighs and tenderly applied a cooling cream. This became a nightly ritual until the marks had faded. Initially she’d been embarrassed to bare her bottom to him, but she quickly began to trust him as he made her feel safe and cared for. It had been nice to feel his tender touch on her bottom instead of the agonisingly painful crack of a heavy leather belt.
Hazel now listened to the sound of Charles’s hand smacking down on Jenny’s bottom and another memory from her first few weeks with Charles sprung to mind. She’d been horrified at the time and wanted to run away, but Mary had reassured her and convinced her to stay.
After Charles had offered Hazel a permanent job, she stopped working so hard. One day in particular she was incredibly lazy, causing Mary to become very frustrated. Hazel had overheard Mary talking to Charles and became frantic when Mary suggested he spank her. Hazel had said she was leaving and headed towards the door, but Charles had taken her in his arms and said she would never be abused by him but occasionally he punished misbehaviour with a simple spanking which might sting for a little while.
Hazel had become even more distressed and Mary had accused Charles of being spineless. Charles had asked Hazel to go to her room as Mary continued to shout at Charles, telling him he was spoiling Hazel, allowing her to act like a childish brat and he’d regret it one day. Charles had listened to her calmly, as Hazel watched from the doorway. She’d been shocked at Mary’s outburst as she was always so placid.
When Mary had finally tired herself out with her rant, Charles had taken her by the hand and led her to the sofa, where he’d sat down and pulled her across his lap. He said one of his staff was acting like a childish brat and agreed that type of behaviour warranted a severe bottom warming.
He’d then lifted Mary’s dress, pulled down her panties and spanked her bare bottom hard. Hazel had stood mesmerised in the doorway, barely able to breathe and totally in awe of Mary who took her spanking with barely a murmur. When Charles had helped her up she’d apologised for her behaviour and sat on his lap, sobbing in his arms.
Hazel couldn’t believe that Charles had spanked Mary, especially as she was 60 years old and surely too old to be spanked. Mary had told her later that a lady was never too old to be spanked, especially when she behaved like a naughty girl.
Hazel had been shocked that Charles would treat his staff in such a way and Charles had later explained to her that he wouldn’t ever hesitate to take her across his knee and spank her bottom if she misbehaved.
From that day forward, Hazel had vowed to never find herself in such a position and had worked hard. Occasionally she found herself threatened with a spanking, but she had Charles wrapped around her little finger and found that by showing fear and begging him to forgive her, followed by exceptional behaviour for the next few days, he never carried out his threats.
Hazel looked towards the door and could still hear the sounds of a very hard spanking coming from the other room. She cringed as she heard Jenny howling in pain and begging him to stop. She imagined she would react in the same way if he ever carried out his threats to spank her. She was absolutely determined to never let that happen.
Eventually the smacking noises stopped, but Jenny’s sobbing continued. When Hazel heard Charles call her, she slowly made her way to the living room. She considered ignoring him but didn’t want to risk finding herself in Jenny’s position.
Hazel gasped when she reached the living room and saw Jenny was still across his knee, her bottom now crimson and her entire body trembling as she sobbed.
Charles looked up and smiled as Hazel entered the room. “Hazel, go and get the wooden hairbrush from your bedside table please.” Hazel looked at Jenny’s bottom and back to Charles’s face. “Charles, don’t you think she’s had enough?”
Charles raised his eyebrows and looked at Hazel. “If you don’t do as you’re told you can always trade places with Jenny. I’m sure she’d have no objections to you taking the rest of her punishment.” Hazel’s eyes widened and she quickly ran upstairs. She wasn’t used to seeing Charles in this mood and she wasn’t going to risk getting her first spanking from him, especially not in front of that scruffy urchin.
Hazel picked up the heavy wooden hairbrush and her heart went out to Jenny. She ran her fingers over the heavy wooden back, which was very shiny. Mary had once told her this was due to extensive use on the bottoms of many naughty young ladies over the years. She’d told Hazel that if she didn’t want to feel its sting, she only needed to behave herself.
