"'Well Young Man,' he said stripping off his belt, 'Leadership comes with a price. You prepared to pay it?'"

PART ONE

I've always been a Tomboy. Still am to be Honest but for an Adult there are socially acceptable ways to act it out, amateur sports or backpacking into the wilderness. For gangling 13 year old girl-child in the early 50's in provincial Canada...there was none of that. You stayed home and developed a rich fantasy life with your rag-dolls (Barbie came later).

Call it throwback to rebel-blood (My family came from South Carolina). I'd always figgered the rules were for the other guy. Now I was nearly 19 I'd hang out as I had been for 3 - 4 years with a gang of boys 3 years younger than myself (and a couple of years matter at that age) from the wrong part of town and by the standards of the time ran wild. Pretty tame stuff compared with what goes down in Harlem nowadays. We didn't pack Uzi's and we didn't do Dope. We didn't even steal. OK OK fruit from the market. What did we do? Had a hell of a lot of Fun. Mocking respectable folk general trespassing. And a little mild vandalism but that is too get ahead of my story.

Nowadays we'd have a social worker apiece then we were examples to be thundered at from the pulpit. Brats to be made to toe the line. That was the theory anyway in practise it was always the other gangs that copped it; that got rounded up by the police. We seemed to have charmed lives. We took our diplomatic immunity for granted of course. Except for the once which is this story, the one time we faced the consequences of our actions by the standards of the time.

It was the late Fall the time of the 1st serious snow of the year. We played nice for a day or two -tobogganing and snow-fights - for such as us it was bond to get old. I got to put my hand up it was my idea. Seriously I didn't mean any harm thoughtless but who isn't at that age. It happened at Junction 57, a traffic bottleneck a real screw-up in town planning (fixed finally in '63 by pulling down Old Sanderson's Petrol Station). Anyway as was the traffic had to slow down to a crawl and jack-knife through call it 100 Deg. Gave us a stationary target. We stationed ourselves across the way were a snowbank gave us plentiful snow AKA ammunition. As the cars ground their way through the contraction we stuck with shock and awe. Pelted their windscreens with 20 30 snowballs. Instant white out. Grind to a halt exit from vehicle of solid citizen waving of fist in the air Curses scraping clean with mucho snow going up shirtsleeves. Convulsions of Laughter on our behalf Subtle as a Pie in your Face but in those days you made your own fun.

Kiddies our age don't tire of a joke that soon we ambushed maybe 8 cars. By then the snow supply was beginning to be exhausted I was about to shout, 'Lets call it a Day' when a peal of a Car appeared it would have been a sin to let it go. An Army Car not one of the grubby jeeps one saw around town but an officer's car sleek and gleaming Under my diection we used our boots and sticks to smash up a patch of ice. Bad mistake. Through the Air flew about 30 lbs. of black ice. That might have done the job in itself the clincher was the 3 or 4 fish sized stones unnoticed embedded. This was before toughened windscreens. Crunch the whole windscreen shattered almost atomised. If we'd taken to our heels we MIGHT have got away with it. No Probably not. But we'd have had a chance. No we just stood there poleaxed excited and shocked.

Gleaming doors shot open 3 men in dungarees jumped out lead by a red headed Lieutenant. We scarpered. We knew the city every back street, but we were amateurs facing professionals. It was glorious fun while it lasted. Dashing down mean streets. Hair-breath escapes but it ended as was predictble 12 out of 16 of us corralled into a backyard behind an abandoned Chinese resterant. Spank parade hadn't been drilled into these Men but they showed initiative. One Guy kept us from scarpering while the other two worked their way through the boys bare asses shining in the moon that had just come out yelps and gasp making the rats run for cover. The Lieutenant just stod back and watched while I tried to look as though I'd just wandered out here in a late night jaunt.

Didn't take 15 minutes and pretty thorough spankmanship at that.. Boys clustered one side of the yard hauling up pants rubbing and snipping while I tried my best butter-wouldn't-melt smile on the Lieutenant.

"Well Young Man," he said, stripping off his belt, "Leadership comes with a price. You prepared to pay it?"

PART TWO

"Well Young Man", he said stripping off his belt, "Leadership comes with a price. You prepared to pay it?"

Gave him a "What the fuck?" look a few of the guys were together enough to gwarf. Inspected my street-urchin looks intensely in the moonlight grabbed & pulled my baseball cap off revealing my girlie curls. Stopped him dead, obviously brought up to be (condescendingly) KIND TO YOUNG LADIES AND DUMB ANIMALS. Having none of that I didn't want to be spanked but my rep was on the line. Being of the distaff persuasion were 2 strikes against me taking all he could hand out and like a regular guy was just the only game in town. So I fixed him with my most insolent grin oozed attitude and drawled "Frightened I might be too much for you to handle, Big Man?"

He flushed and ground out, "Since your mother ain't here I guess it falls to me to teach you some respect."

I felt weak at the knees guess I'd really believed I was going to get off a spank virgin despite all. I could tell he was nervous. Did that make things better? Couldn't see how. Needed all my sympathy for me and my poor fanny.

Keep the initiative. I shucked my jeans and yanked down my panties. Gave me a cheap thrill to parade bare-ass before an audience but mostly I was scared. Snowflakes bit my bare butt the cold bit but I figgered a moment or two and that wouldn't be a problem.

He threw away his belt and sat on an old beer barrel. Gestured to me went over his lap in a flummox of arms and legs seemed to have 3 of each shoulders landed awkwardly on his knees glasses knocked sideways scowled them straight swiggled myself into a more stable posture left tit squashed squinted up at the upsie-downsy world of the OTK aware most of all of my ass weaving about with a an imaginary `spank me spank me` sign on it. Felt acid in my mouth. No!! Don't vomit! That would be Gross. I'd never live it down.

1st spank landed upper right quadrant bit with electric sting but `well this is being spanked I can handle this'. Peppered slaps bring the whole of the buttocks a warm aching; presence but nothing I can't handle gritted teeth thought beautiful thoughts and waited for my humiliation to end.

Have you ever played the dumb-shit game where you have to sit on a metal central heating unit first one to jump off a wimp? My poor fanny began to feel like I'd got into a game with tougher kids than me. Feeling of insufferable warm pains at first superficial stabbing deeper and deeper dragging the focus of one's thought to obsess on them. Pangs biting more and more unignorably real, building to a crescendo were one would die if one didn't yell out.

Then suddenly it was over. I was kneeling in the snow taking great shuddering breaths fighting an urge to babble a song of contrition. At the back I felt as though I'd been skinned and dipped in boiling water but a minute or two that faded into an inflamed bruised feel like a pair oversized boils

`Brave little thing' I heard him murmur to his sergeant as the troop shrugged on their jacket and trudged off back to their car. Waited until his back was turned and gave him the finger and stared daggers at his retreating back. Doesn't really work when your standing there with a pink fanny goosebumping in the Chill with your jeans crumpled around your calves but gave it the old college try.

The moral of our little tale `Trust The Marines to Get to the Bottom of a problem?" "It's a great Life if you don't Weaken?" Dunno that it has one except maybe `Life can be a real pain in the ass'. We watched out for the next month or two sure. Scattered when we saw someone with an army uniform. But no way did it reform us. It was a matter for boastful tales for those who weren't there. Impractical ideas of revenge. My rep had survived couple of the cuter of the guys thought I'd been cool. We went on as before only that bit more careful we knew we weren't invulnerable any longer.

Year or two later I discovered guys and religion (yes both together another story) the guys got straight jobs or drifted into petty crime. Another gang took our place in the town pecking order.