This takes place in colonial America, it is not meant as a historical document so please be gentle. 

Warnings: this involves the disciplinary spanking of a minor child of 14, it is not meant as a thesis on spanking but discipline in that era was a bit stricter than now. 

All errors are mine. 

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Indentured Servant 2
by Ciejye

The next morning dawned bright and crisp. A frost had settled over the land during the night and etched the windows with its delicate patterns. Walter turned on his side and stretched like a cat. Ever muscled in his body shifted and moved. He winced as his bottom muscles tightened. He blushed as he remember the events and the spankings of the day before . he pulled up his nightshirt and twisted so he could see how many bruises were left. but no matter which way he twisted the only thing he could see was slightly pinked flesh. nothing like he expected. Yes he still ached and if the moment of discomfort he felt when he sat up was any indication, he was going to feel this for a while now. But still it was nothing like swat he expected. 

There was a brief knock at the door just before it opened. Byers stepped in with an arm full of clothes and a sturdy pair of shoes. "You are awake" came the smiling greeting. "Good morning" 

"Good morning Sir" Walter said politely though he flushed crimson at the memories of the day before. 

"I brought you some clothing that should fit. If the shoes are too big we can stuff the toes with rags." Byers set the clothing on a chair. "Every morning your expected to wash your face and hands, comb your hair, clean your teeth and get fully dressed. The captain doesn't hold with lazy slug a beds or slovenly grooming habits. Then make your bed before you come down. Go ahead and do so now. Then we can go down and I'll show you the rest of your duties." 

Walter felt himself blush even deeper. "I can't get dressed with you standing there watching me. Are you just going to stand there and watch?" he asked 

"You don't have anything I haven't seen before, but in answer to your question no I'm not, I'm going to instruct you if you do it wrong, or if you continue to give me back talk I'll put you in that corner and call the Captain now hop to it. times a wasting." 

Walter turned his back and pulled off the nightshirt. Exactly what Byers thought he would do. Byers got a good look at the boys bottom. Pink still but no bruises. Good. 

Walter slipped on the drawers and britches that came to just below his knees. The shirt and knee hose and best. The shoes fit him well. He washed up and cleaned his teeth brushed his hair and tied it back . then he made the bed. Twenty minutes later Walter had made the bed 6 times before Byers said it was correct. 

"Picky picky picky" Walter thought. "don't know why I have to make it. it will just get messed up later when I go to bed." But he didn't say anything out loud. And just followed cook down the stairs to help with breakfast. 

Walter soon found that he duties consisted of anything cook needed fetched which was a lot, or scrubbed which also was a good amount. Wood and Walter were carried in pots fetched and staples from the cellar. Then he was set to stir the porridge. Walter thought his arm would fall off as he did as he was told. Constant stirring and ever three stirs add a pinch of the huge bowl of corn meal. A few grains would waft into the bubbling mess in the large pot. He groused and grumbled and finally when cook wasn't looking he tossed the rest of the owl of meal into the pot. 

The result was a lumpy mess rather than a smooth porridge that was expected. Walter was frantic as she tried to break up the lumps but it was no use. When cook came over to look he saw the lumps and glared at the hapless boy. there wasn't time to make more the others were awaiting for breakfast. Cook shoved the bowl of lumpy porridge at the boy and handed him a spoon then pushed him into the dining room. Walter dished up the porridge and tried to sift out the worst of the lumps. Cook took the bowl away before Walter got to his own bowl and with a flourish he dropped a large lump into the bowl. Walter blushed 12 shakes of red as he sat down gently. 

"Got a bit impatient did you?" Devlin asked as they ate. 

"Yes Captain. " Walter mumbled " I didn't know it would lump." 

"But you knew what you had been told to do didn't you? " Devlin was not about to give Walter an inch to squirm out of this. 

"I knew" Walter mumbled. 

"Speak up, boy!" 

"Yes captain I knew" came the clear answer. 

"Eat up, we'll address this after breakfast" 

Walter slumped it wasn't fair, he didn't want another spanking. He didn't! he pouted until Devlin rapped his hand with a spoon. "sit up straight and eat up lad, waste not want not!" 

Walter sat up straight and picked up his spoon, he ate ever bit of his porridge lumps and all. The lumps were terrible all dry and undercooked in the middle. But he managed to make it though the disgusting mess. His eggs were cold by the time he got to them. However his ham was crisp and tasted good. He drank the glasses of milk before he was finished. 

"Come see me in the study when the table is cleared lad." Devlin said. 

Walter's heart fell again and his stomach flipped. But he cleared the table then went to the study door and knocked on it. he stepped in when the call came. And spoke immediately. "Captain I know I disobeyed and I'm sorry . I know better now and it won't happen again." 

Devlin was mildly amused at this confession. The by was scared but a little fear could go a long way. Devlin had turned his chair around when Walter had come in. now he just sat in it and didn't say or do anything else. He just waited to see what else would spill out of the lasts mouth. He firmly believed the boy was basically good and honest. That was one reason he took him on when he was told about the boy. 

Walter watched Devlin, as he sat in the chair. "No please" he thought " not again, no, it I don't want a spanking nooooooo. Its not fair what's he waiting for ohh this just isn't fair. I am not going to do it. I am not going to bare my bottom just o he came make it read and sore again. I can out wait him. I should just take off and run away band go to the wilderness.. no if I do that and he catches me I'll get the strap. How bad can it be a few swats and its over. Maybe I don't even have to be spanked but that IS what he said would happen .. disobey or do a task sloppy and I get spanked. At least he doesn't have that darned hair brush with him. maybe he's waiting for me to get it., NO I am not going to get it I will just get this over with." 

Devlin just watched Walter squirm and argue with himself, he would let the boy argue it out with himself in his head. Suddenly Walter unbuttoned his pants and thrust them and his drawers down to his knees angrily, the next moment he bent over Devlin's knees. Anger in his every movement. 

Devlin almost chuckles but instead he swatted the boys pink bottom six times. Just had enough to sting and color the flesh a bit darker pink. 

Walter sniffed as he stood back up and pulled up his drawers and pants. 

"A job worth doing is a job well done." Devlin said sternly. 

"Yes Captain." The boy sniffled and fled to the kitchen. 

Frohike came into the study a moment later. "That wasn't much of a spanking." He commented. 

"I hadn't planned on spanking him" Devlin shrugged. "the lad just decided he needed it." 

Frohike laughed, "Are you going to tell him that?" 

"NO!" and Devlin laughed. 

*******

The next couple of days went well. Walter relaxed a bit and gave into the rules and seemed to relax a bit. One afternoon a few days after Devlin had purchased him, Devlin came into the kitchen with his nephew in hand. "Walter I want you to dig potatoes for Mr. Smart Mouth to bag." The younger boy make a face. "Your not to touch the potatoes or bag them Walter, that is this imp's job." Devlin handed the lad three large sacks. "Mr. Prissy disdained to get his hands dirty by picking up his room so he can get them dirty this way instead." And with that Devlin showed them where the potato field was and left them to it. 

Walter glared at the boy but began to dig for the tubers with a turning forth fast and furious. He had turned up several plants and the area around them his anger at the chore and the lad who seemed to have caused it dispelled. When he turned to the younger boy and asked "What is your name anyway? I don't think I have ever heard it." 

"Oh well you may never, cook and foremen usually call me young sir. If there's company and little boy when there's not. Uncle calls me my boy or imp, but most folks just call me spooky on account of I really like ghost stories." 

"What's your Christian name?" Walter persisted. 

The boy paused as if he was unsure if he would be teased again. "Fox William." He said then waited for the older boy to make fun of him. 

Walter nodded and thought for a minute, then stuck out his hand. "Walter Sergi." He said, "Pleased to meet you Fox William." Fox beamed at the older boy and slowly shook his hand. 

"Do you like apples?" Fox asked after a few more minutes of work. 

"Sure do." Walter conceded. 

"I know where there is a basket of them." Fox said with a grin. 

"So? So do I." Walter retorted obviously not impressed with this bit of information. "in the cellar, I had to get some for the pie cook made for supper." 

"You know," Fox grinned bigger. "If we both worked on this then we'd get done with it a lot faster and we could get some apples and go fishing." 

"I don't know, you r uncle said not to help you." Walter hedged, he hadn't been spanking since the six swats on the second say and he liked being able to sit comfortably. 

"Oh, he'll never know, you can wash up in the stream please Walter? I will be so much fun, I never get to do anything fun." The hazel eyes pleaded with the older boy. 

Walter was only human, and still young, he couldn't resist those big hazel eyes or the single tear that flowed from them. "all right." He agreed, and began to dig quickly then both picked up the potatoes. They were done quickly and nicked several apples and a wedge of cheese from the cellar. Then they ran off to the stream. 

The day was warm dispite the lateness of the season. And the boys had a wonderful time. They waded in the stream for a while and tossed out hooks and lines just to see if they could get a bit. They ate the apples and cheese and chucked the cores as far as they could into the water. It was a wonderful afternoon, they ran and played like there was not 8 years difference in their ages. Then they laid back on the warm grass and fell asleep. 

That is where Devlin and Frohike found them later. When the boy's hadn't come in for supper, Devlin got a little worried. When they hadn't come in at dark he was more than worried. Yet here they lay, asleep without a care in the would. 

"They look so sweet like that." Frohike smiled as he said it. 

"Yes," Devlin agreed. "sweet little angels, who are about to get the tanning of their lives for worrying us like that." 

Frohike sighed and nodded. "yes, they deserve to be spanked soundly, I will grant you that. But they are just boys. Walter there has had a hard way to go. And your nephew doesn't have many friends to play with." He didn't ask for leniency he knew his boss, he just stated what Devlin already knew. 

"I know, I know." Devlin conceded the point then sighed, he would not spank them this time. He chucked as he picked up Walter and Frohike picked up Fox and together they took the little boys into the house and put them to bed. 

to be continued