Chapter 1: Spoiled Stephano Spanked

I was having a blast riding my bike in the great hall. The huge dining room was nearly the size of a basketball court, so I could build up some good speed before I needed to turn. The maid waved to me. When I stopped, she said, “You should know your mother, Mrs. Khovansky hired a new nanny, since the previous one quit last week.”

I wondered why she quit. All I did was super-glue her socks to her feet while she was sleeping. I merrily started riding again, testing my balance and aim by trying to reach and knock every other cup off the table, and miss the ones in between. It was a challenge, since there were over forty on each side of the table. A lot of them broke when they hit the floor, but cleaning up messes was what servants were for.

I was sure that if mom got expensive jewelry every holiday and dad bought a new car every month, we could afford more dishes. Once all the cups were off the table, I aimed for the drinking glasses. It felt a little like a video game, but in real life. The maid and butler stood in corners of the room, politely watching me, like they always did.

By the time I had half the ninety plates off the table, I was a little thirsty. I stopped and told the butler, “Terry, Barry, whatever your name is, bring me some wine.”

“My name is Jonathan, sir. But Master Stephano, I must advise that your father Heinrich would be quite unhappy if you drink wine at only 14 years old. You’re barely a teenager. Apologies, but I really can’t bring it for you, sir.”

I sighed in frustration, then said, “Fine.”

I rode my bike to the kitchen, and a chef was pouring some red wine over a chicken in a pot. I rode past and grabbed the bottle as he set it on the counter. It was nearly half full. I took sips of wine as I made a circuit of the living room, great hall, sunroom, parlor, and kitchen. When I finished the wine, I rode to the kitchen again. I tossed the empty bottle in a sink and told the chef, “That wine’s not very good.”

“That’s cooking sherry, Master Stephano. It has salt in it.”

I rode into the great hall again. I saw the maid and butler had nearly finished cleaning up the broken dishes. I did another lap around the table, trying for the spoons this time. It was much harder while I was tipsy and my balance was starting to fail.

Somebody handed the butler a note and he said, “Master Stephano, your father, Mr. Khovansky, apologizes, but your parents won’t be able to attend your birthday celebration tonight.”

I hadn’t seen them in three months, and now they were going to miss my birthday too! I yelled, “NO! Tell him they have to be here! You tell them they need to be here tonight, Jerry!”

“They just boarded a flight to Spain, but I’ll try to get them a message, sir. And I’m still Jonathan, sir.”

“I DON’T NEED A NANNY! I NEED MY MOM!” Tears started to run down my cheeks.

I rode into the parlor, my mother’s favorite room. If she didn’t care about me, I’d show her! I dropped my bike on the floor and ran to a window. I never understood why there were SO MANY curtains and frilly fabric things in there. I tore the curtains off one side of the window, then threw the cushions off the sofas and chairs. I used a lamp to break the window, then threw it outside. I jumped up and down on a sofa until it lurched and I heard a “CRACK!”

I decided I’d fix my dad too! I jumped on my bike again, and rode into his precious Den, with animal heads on the walls, and trophies and plaques all over. I knocked a deer head off the wall, then shoved over his mounted black bear.

I picked up his favorite trophy, that he won for some sailing race. I threw it at his other favorite treasure, his precious glass whiskey cabinet. The trophy only scratched the glass and broke when it hit the floor. The glass didn’t break! I was SO MAD! I screamed, “AAAAAGGGGHHHHHH!”

I jumped on my bike and rode out, crashing into a wall of pink fuzzy something. As I bounced off, I saw it was a sweater worn by a gorilla-sized blonde female. A huge hand grabbed the front of my shirt, lifting me off the bike. A very large and unpleasant face was inches from mine. I smelled sauerkraut as I heard her deep, almost manly voice, with a thick German accent. “Chew need dizzipline! And rezpekt! Gretta vil tee chew!”

Seeing her made me imagine Arnold Schwarzenegger in woman’s clothing, but she was even bigger and less attractive.

The monstrous woman sat in a chair and laid me across her lap. I heard a slap and my ass hurt! “Ow!” Spanking and pain were totally new to me. I wondered what was going on and looked around. She spanked me again. “OW! What are you doing! Nobody hits me! My dad ... OW!”

She continued to spank. I struggled and protested, but her hand on my lower back pinned me down firmly. “OW! NO! OWIE! I’m telling my dad! OW! You’ll never ... OW! My mom is really rich, and she’ll ... OUCH! OW! OW! OWOWOWOW!”

Before long I was crying. She stopped hitting my butt and told me, “You bad, zen bad happen. You goot, zen life be goot.”

I stood up and whimpered, “Hurts so much! Owie!” The cooking sherry had its revenge as most of it escaped through my mouth. A lot splattered on my shirt.

She looked extremely disappointed and said, “Dirty, bad boy! Come, vee make clean.” She dragged me to the kitchen, and stood me in front of a sink. She turned on the water and told me, “Strip. Vee spritzen.”

I was shocked. “WHAT?”

She picked me up and set me in the large sink, then sprayed me with the hose.

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING?”

She sprayed me in the eyes, and some water went up my nose. “Puh! Ack! Help! This crazy bitch is trying to drown me! HELP!”

The maid and butler politely watched from the other side of the kitchen. The chef stood by the fridge, looking amused. The gigantic frau ripped my shirt off me! She held me in the sink and started spraying again.

“Somebody! Help me!”

I saw the maid hide a giggle with her hand. Gretta grabbed one of my ankles and lifted me by it, then took my pants off while I hung upside-down.

“Help! Help me! RAPE!”

The maid was laughing openly, and the chef and butler chuckled along with her. She sprayed me with the hose some more, and pulled my underwear off! I was naked in front of everybody! She finished spraying and set me on the floor.

The blonde gorilla ordered, “Pick up clothes.”

I cried loudly with shame and impotent fury. “AAAHHH! WAAAH!”

She grabbed my hair, and it HURT! “Pick up clothes.”

Cleaning was the servants’ job! I was humiliated and angry, but I didn’t have a choice. I obeyed. The maid was leaning on the wall, roaring with laughter. Gretta asked the butler, “Vere his room?”

He stopped giggling long enough to say, “Please follow me.” She had me put on POOR PEOPLE clothes! Jeans and a t-shirt! She made me clean up my room, then led me downstairs by the hair. She made me pick up the tableware I had knocked on the floor, then wash it in the kitchen.

She carried my bike from the Den to one of the back doors and tossed it in the yard. “No bike in house.”

“But it’s so fun!”

Again, “No bike in house.”

“You’re not my mom! You can’t tell me what to do!” I ran out and got my bike, then pulled it inside. She picked me up, sat in a chair, and spanked me again. “OW! NO! OWIE! OWOWOWOW!”

She tossed the bike outside, saying. “Boy learn slow. You bad, zen bad happen. Be goot.”

I decided fighting her wouldn’t be worth it and played a video game until dinner. After we ate, I had the lamest birthday party ever. There were ten other people at the party, but it was their job to be there. The closest I had to friends were the servants.

I started opening the pile of gifts and was disappointed. The first one was a remote-controlled car, but it was purple. I thought purple was a stupid color. The next one was a remote-controlled boat, but I didn’t like boats much. I got three video games, but they were all puzzle ones. I liked racing games and shooters. Another dozen gifts were books or clothes, which I had no interest in.

The last one was from my mother. I unwrapped the small box and found a necklace inside. There was still a price tag on it, $34,500. It was a gold chain and a big heart pendant, with lots of diamonds on it. I thought it was boring. Mom liked jewelry, not me.

I sullenly walked to my room. My 14th birthday stunk! I missed my dad! I missed my mom so much! I started crying and felt my nose running. I ignored the vase of flowers that fell and broke when I grabbed the cloth off a small table in the hall and wiped my nose with it. I knew one of the servants would clean it up before long.