Punished By A Witch

My friends and I liked to skate around the neighborhood. Hell around the whole damn town. One of our favourite pastimes was raising trouble at construction sites. We'd enter homes under construction, skate in them, break glass windows, bottles, and look for things to steal. We were little shit heads yeah. We were edgy 13 year olds.. One afternoon we skated endlessly until we found a "haunted house." We were ignorant as fuck and assumed it was another vacant house because it was a tad derelict looking.

We circle the house jigging doorknobs and the side door lets us into the garage. We start to play with our skateboards in the garage and dare each other to explore the haunted mansion. The three of us go inside and quickly realize we just committed entering.. There was a fascinating dark decor to the place.. It was sinister. The aesthetic was Gothic but perhaps even darker than that.. The three of us were Christian and we were in the heart of Texas after all. We started to maruade the place.. Looking at all the evil relics..

My friends were spooked and I was too. This place was off. But fascinating. I made my way to the master bedroom and found whipps, corsets, and fetish gear. I was too niave at the time and didn't know what it meant. All I knew was Pokemon, Punk Music, Skating, and Church. I had no idea I was in the room of a dominatrix but looking back on it I'm 99.99% sure that's what this was..

I hear a crash and expletives.. My friends broke some sort of artifact. A ceramic jaguar head I think... They bolt out the front door as the garage doors are opening. I hastily run leaving my skateboard behind and one of my vans fell off running. I either had to make it home without my skateboard and shoe or run fast enough to retrieve them..

I go back inside and there she is. She was tall, voluptuous, and curvy with long burnete curly hair.

"I'm sorry.. I thought it was an empty haunted house. My friends dared me." I started to spit out the truth. She was rubbing her thumb, and two fingers together and all she responded with was "come here" I knew what it meant. It was obvious. I'm going to get my ear pulled.

I reluctantly move closer to her. She beckons me closer.

She squeezes my ear very hard. I can feel it becoming hot. I try pulling away but it only increases the pain. She drags me around the house rubbing my face in it. Asking me how I'm going to replace her decoration. She drags me to her land line phone and tells me to call my parents.

My stepdad was an abusive asshole so that wasn't going to happen. She pulls my earlobe down dropping me to my knees then pulls it upwards raising me up while scolding me and threatening to get the police involved. She interrogates me about my friends but I give her nothing.. No names. I know one of my friend's mom doesn't spare the rod.. Saudi family.. Hell she's even spanked my ass once for burning plastic army men in her yard and it was the worst tanning of my hide I ever got.. No way in fuck I'm telling on him.

Finally she drags me to her bedroom and gives me an ultimatum. I give her the names or I'm getting corporal punishment.. She takes me to her sink and tells me to open my mouth.. My ear is on fire and hurts so bad I'm not in position to really negotiate anything so I do what she says.

She offers me a last chance to get our parents involved to pay for her artifact. I refuse. I get a mouthful of dove
bar soap scrubbed against my tongue lathering it up. After she's satisfied she tells me to pickup the shower brush. It was coarse and hardwood. She pulls my ear over to the bed and tells me to put my hands on the bed.

My jeans are adjusted by her so my ass is exposed to the air bare. Though my modesty is protected otherwise... I get my first swat and it's enough to make me howl. I get spanked rough. Definitely a lot worse than my mom's spankings. Not as bad as my Arab friend's mom though! LOL. I can feel the price of that jaguar decoration being printed on my ass hard. I'm a tough kid though. I'm not going to give the bitch the satisfaction. I don't cry. I take the welts with a whimper each time and clutch into the sheets.

Finally after I relent to the spankings with begging and babbling it's over. She still has me by my earlobe and makes a comment about dressing me up as a girl for a punishment.

I nod and she smirks quite amused.

It doesn't happen.. but her demeanor changes. She unhands me and tells me if I want my board back I'll have to work it off.

The next day my friends asked me what happend. I tell them she was a Witch and I took one for the team. No names, no pigs involved, clean slates for everone.

I never went back for the board. My teenage mind thought it was a trap. A ruse of some kind to get me in trouble. I considered it a loss.