What Spencer Saw
By Nocti Raven
Copyright 2011 by Nocti Raven,
all rights reserved
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story is intended for adults only. It contains depictions of forced
spanking, and/or sexual activity of preteen and young teen children. This
is fantasy, and the
author in no way endorses or practices these things on real life.
If you are not of legal age in your community to read or
such material, please leave now.
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crept through the dark hallway very slowly; if he moved too fast or
heavily, the floorboards might creak and give him away. He shivered a
the cool air conditioning, wishing he’d had the sense to put on pants
briefs, and maybe something warmer than just that little t-shirt, but
snuck out of bed, and those were his pyjamas.
could see the flickering multicoloured light of the TV pouring into the
ahead of him. Just a few more steps and he’d be at the doorway to the
room. With any luck he’d be able to quickly peek in without Marty
If his hunch was right, the TV wasn’t the only thing distracting him.
over the noise of the TV, Spencer had heard the front door open and
a few minutes after Marty had put him to bed. Then he’d thought he
the faintest hint of Marty’s voice, and he was pretty sure it was Marty
the TV: Marty had a pretty distinctive voice, one of the deepest, most
sounding voices Spencer had ever heard come out of a twelve-year-old.
himself was almost thirteen, a full five months older than his
his voice still sounded the same as it had when he was nine.
didn’t really mind being babysat by a younger boy. Marty had been one
best friends since second grade, and he was pretty nice about it. He
make fun of Spencer, he didn’t abuse his babysitting authority, and he
whole arrangement their little secret. It was a little embarrassing to
friend enforce his bedtime and his bathtime, but he’d gotten used to
it. It was
easier to settle into the routine than to resist. The one time he’d
he was too old for a bedtime, Marty had asked, “Do I need to give you a
spanking like a little boy to show you that you’re not too old for
Spencer had never challenged him since. He didn’t doubt that he could
on that threat because, despite being five months younger than Spencer,
was a good two inches taller and consistently beat him at arm
wondered how Marty would react if he caught him sneaking around after
bedtime. He wasn’t too worried; presumably he could say he was just
glass of water. He’d be forgiven for that, wouldn’t he? Then again, the
significance of that door opening might change things. Marty might be a
less forgiving if Spencer saw something he wasn’t supposed to see.
he leaned over and looked into the living room, Spencer sniffed at the
didn’t smell any smoke, but that didn’t mean anything. Even if, as he
suspected, Marty was using his house to meet with a dealer, there was
to suspect he’d actually smoke pot right there in the house. Then
Spencer had never tried weed, and when he heard other kids at school
about it, they never gave specific details like how it smelled. Maybe
give off smoke with a smell.
inched right up against the doorway and leaned over very slowly until
see into the living room. There was the couch, and Marty sitting on it
back to the doorway. Even though he was facing the TV, he was leaning
like he was more interested in the ceiling than the screen. He gave a
groaning sigh, like he was waking up from a dream, rocking his head
side to side.
leaned in a little more, trying to get a better look at the coffee
between Marty and the TV. Marty certainly seemed to be acting high;
there would be something telltale on the table. A joint, a bong,
leaned his head forward, looking down in his lap. “Yeah,” he sighed,
something appeared in front of Marty, a shadow rising into view,
head. It was all Spencer could do not to gasp as Marty brushed the dark
back behind the girl’s ear, revealing the pale, delicate visage of
Gordon, the shy little bookworm who sat at the back of the class, quiet
unobtrusive. She always let her long hair obscure her face, and never
look anyone in the eye. It took Spencer a moment to process what he was
at, partially because he had never he had never even conceived of nerdy
Wendy in a sexual situation, and partially because Wendy seemed to have
her shirt, and the sight of that lacy black bra and the bulges beneath
licked her lips as she looked hungrily into Marty’s eyes. This was
Wendy was one of the girls who didn’t even get mentioned when the guys
over which girls in the class were worth jacking off to. And when
whispered rumours of who might or might not be a virgin, her name
come up as a joke, or on “virgin forever” lists.
it kind of made sense, Spencer thought, watching her lean forward and
Marty on the lips. For the last couple of weeks he’d noticed Marty
head in class, looking back to the rear of the room. Spencer had
thought he was
looking at Collin, who had a reputation as the seventh grade’s premier
supplier. But no, Marty’s real interest had been Wendy, who sat at the
of shyness, not shadiness.
leaned back and crossed her arms, obscuring the spectacle of her nearly
she said, “we have company.”
immediately pulled his head out of the doorway, but it was too late. He
couldn’t run back to his bead without making noise, and the excuse that
just getting some water suddenly sounded hollow and lame in his ears.
stood there in the hall for a moment, his back to the wall, eyes wide,
Spence,” Marty called. “We know you’re out there, Spence. Get in here
now.” He didn’t sound angry, or even impatient. But he wasn’t joking
was the friendly-but-serious tone that Spencer had heard him use on
occasions: when he’d first explained that he’d be his babysitter, and
threatened to spank him that time. It sent a chill down Spencer’s back.
walked stiffly into the living room as his friend and babysitter had
Wendy watched him curiously as he walked in, but Marty didn’t even turn
head. Spencer walked around the sofa and stood facing the . . . couple.
a strange feeling, standing before them. Marty’s surprisingly long,
penis was sticking out of his open jeans and Wendy had stripped down to
matching bra and panties . . . yet Spencer felt like the most exposed,
one there. Everything he saw just made him feel jealous, yet
of his depth. The way they looked at him, he thought they looked
felt like a little boy in front of them, like his boyish little briefs
their too-small bulge were just a big puffy diaper.
and Wendy exchanged a look, then Marty gestured for Spencer to come
he inched forward he was very aware that he was closing the distance
him and his friend’s exposed, slimy dick . . . and also getting closer
wonderfully exposed body. Funny how he’d never realized she was
put you to bed,” Marty said. “You shouldn’t be up and about, and you
shouldn’t be spying on us. Sorry, buddy, but I think you’ve earned a
for this bad behaviour.”
reached out toward Spencer’s crotch. Spencer backed away, speechless,
Marty’s hand was too quick. Soon he had his friend by the elastic
and dragged his briefs down to his knees as he pulled him over. Spencer
to cover his privates as he shuffled forward, but his hands were yanked
Marty held one wrist and Wendy held the other, and after a few seconds
feeble wrestling and pathetic little grunts, Spencer was tumbling
his friend’s lap. Without his hands to prop himself up, his face
the sofa, but that wasn’t nearly as alarming a sensation as Marty’s
erection stabbing him in the belly as his t-shirt got hiked up to his
felt his arms being twisted back cruelly for a moment as Marty
grip and let Wendy hold both wrists. Then, without letting go, Wendy
hopped onto the sofa and sat, cross-legged, facing Marty, with
in her lap. Spencer craned his neck and found himself face to face with
nerdy girl’s crotch, the tip of his nose mere inches from the black
her panties. That was really unreal. He could almost smell some sweet
perfume coming off her. If she hadn’t been holding his arms down on
of her, he might have given in to an irrational urge to reach under
panties . . .
he didn’t get a chance to enjoy the view for long before Marty landed a
smack to his bare butt. He’d known his friend was stronger than him,
force behind that first blow was staggering. It filled poor Spencer
as he wondered just how many more he’d get. He’d been afraid of
before, strictly because it would be so humiliating . . . but he hadn’t
it could hurt so much. Before he knew it, he was holding back tears,
wildly with every strike.
felt so terribly betrayed in that moment. How could his friend of so
hurt and humiliate him like this? That thought alone pushed him over
into outright bawling. The spanking seemed to go on forever, like Marty
just having so much fun that he didn’t want to stop.
it was all in front of Wendy, in front of a girl!
it was finally over, a bunch of things happened that Spencer was only
aware of. He could barely see through his tears, barely hear over his
sobbing. But Wendy released his wrists and they helped him to his feet.
whole body felt limp and tired, and his underwear chafed horribly as
hands pulled them up and back into place. Then one of them, probably
based on the size and strength of the hand, gripped him by one arm and
him back down the hall to his bedroom. They threw the covers over him
was in his bed, then left and shut the door.
was alone with his tears and his thoughts, with nothing but total
comfort him. He pulled the blanked tightly around his body, desperately
to feel clothed and covered, less vulnerable and exposed. He wanted to
put on a
pair of his old pyjama pants just so he wouldn’t be quite so naked when
up in the morning, but he just felt too tired and beaten to crawl out
of his bed.
was all just so unfair . . . Marty got to be taller, Marty got to be
Marty got the bigger dick, Marty got the deeper voice, Marty got paid
him every couple of weeks, Marty got to spank him just because he felt
Marty got Wendy . . . and all that that implied. It seemed like Marty
everything, and Spencer got nothing. He hated his friend for having so
more than him, for being so lucky. Deep down, he’d felt that hateful
for quite a while now, even before his friend had become his
babysitter, but he
hadn’t let himself realize it until tonight. He’d forced himself to be
with having a babysitter and a bathtime and a bedtime because it would
frustrating to hate it and not be able to do anything about it.
now there was no denying how he felt, now it was impossible to pretend
it was all
okay. He couldn’t go back to just playing along after tonight. Marty
secrets from him in his own home, beaten him until he cried, subjected
the worst humiliation he could ever have imagined. He wasn’t a friend
just the mean old babysitter.
inferred as much the next morning from Spencer’s attitude toward him,
didn’t mind. The old relationship had been getting boring anyway;
passion for John Madden video games had become annoying, and his
had seemed more and more childish lately. He looked forward to their
arrangement quite eagerly. Now that the cat was out of the bag with
didn’t have to wait till Spencer was in bed to invite her over. He
Spence to play alone in his room while he made time with his girl, and
ever had to acknowledge the other boy’s existence when it came time to
sure he took his baths, ate his dinner, and went to bed.
expected Spencer to be less cooperative from now on, but that was no
The previous night’s spanking, he assumed, was just the first of many
administer going forward. And with any luck, Wendy was just the first
girls to share the pleasure with him. Oh yes, things were going to get