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The following story is fiction about teen on teen spanking in a boarding school.  The story contains a scene of a spanking.  If this subject is offensive, uninteresting or if you are a minor (i.e., child) please leave now.

I was inspired to write based on the scene in the "The Blue Angel" / "Der blaue Engel" (1930) at about half hour into the film where the school bullies attack and spank their victim in the dead of night.  I highly recommend the entire film not just this peripheral scene in the language of your choice (they were made simultaneously).

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Nightmare or Reality


I'm a fly.  I'm on the wall here in one of the boys' dormitory rooms at a Gymnasium, which is German for high school.  Well, isn't that what so many of you have wished to be – a fly on the wall so you could watch, unnoticed, the action in the room.  So, here I am and you're with me.  OK, I admit that I'm not your ordinary fly, the one you see all the time – Musca domestica, the common housefly.  I'm a superhigh tech, sentient spy robot who was stolen from a super classified agency.  I'm being used by a private person who sent me back into the past to observe.  My owner does not think school boys deserve to have privacy and loves to watch them.  I make it possible.

Anyway, it's an hour past lights out here in this dormitory.  I'm in recharge mode picking up energy from the fields here just waiting for a master to come charging in to wake to boys up in the morning.  The most interesting thing that is happening right now is on the wall.  The single lamp out by the main gate is providing only a dim light.  It is casting an intriguing moving shadow on the wall because of the half naked trees in the courtyard.  A shadow that almost can be seen as that of a strange creature – a monster – rather than of a static tree.  Occasionally, a nightingale flies by enhancing the mystery.

The room is very quiet.  The boys have all jerked off already and most are sleeping.  Four are still awake, however.  Angst whose bed is opposite my spot on the wall is awake.  He is studying the flickering pattern on the wall and ceiling as a substitute for what truly bothering him and wondering why he hasn't fallen asleep.  As they have planed three others are about to execute their plan, or should I say, plot.  Lohmann, Ertzum and Goldstaub don't like Angst who they consider both the teacher's pet and a goody-goody.  He is their target tonight (like he almost always is).

Lohmann and Ertzum creep towards Angst careful not to cast any shadows and being quiet as mice.  Goldstaub has gotten under the window and once the others are in position, suddenly gets up and starts waving his arms.  Although he is silent, he casts an ominous shadow that shocks and scares Angst who reaches for his glasses for he is not sure what he is seeing or dreaming.

Without any warning the three attack.  Lohmann and Ertzum are the first, pouncing on the puzzled boy who is too stunned to fight back against the strange monster in the dark.  Goldstaub joins them just only seconds later.  He grabs the pillow and pushes against the victim's head keeping him from seeing, yelling or even breathing properly.  It is certainly not a surprise that the three attackers are able to keep their target under full control and quiet.  They are each stronger and more athletic than Angst so he does not have a chance against them when they act in concert as now.© YLeeCoyote

They roll him over so that he is prone on his bed with his face pressed into the pillow.  He can barely breath so fighting the powerful monster is out of the question.  His heart is racing.  They yank up his nightgown to expose his pristine bottom.  That is their target.  Goldstaub raises his arm and brings it back down so that the slipper he is holding lands soundly on the target leaving a red oval after a few seconds delay.  Angst jerks from the hard spank but can't get free.  Goldstaub repeats the action several times until Lohmann grabs the slipper anxious for his turn.  With a sinister grin he repeats what Goldstaub did.  Angst is trying to cry but is having trouble even breathing because of the pillow.

Ertzum who is sitting on Angst's back puts up an arm to stop Lohmann.  He too wants his turn.  He spurns the slipper and uses his hands as if he was playing a pair of tom-toms.  After three or four measures, he stops.  Even in the dim light I can see that they have done a thorough job.  With a flick of his head, Lohmann indicates that they should stop.  A second nod and they jump up together as if they were just one monster and silently return to their beds. Angst lies still.  Now that the pressure is off his head, he can breath normally.  Well, as normally as one can when crying from a spanking.  After a short time he stops his crying and looks about the dark room.  It is silent except for the slow breathing of several adolescent boys.  There is not any sign of a six armed monster about.

«I've must have a nightmare.» Angst thinks.

A few minutes later he wonders why his butt is hurting from a nightmare spanking as much as from a real spanking.

The next day when they shower after gym, the monster's three pairs of eyes enjoy the sight of Angst's still red butt.

The End

© Copyright A.I.L. April 11, 2014

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