Eosi’s Redemption

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- Hank -

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- “I got you! You little shit!”

The girl jumped as Hank squeezed her arm with his hand. She flipped her head to him, whipping his face with her dirty blue hair.

- “Let me go, you fucking pig! You’re hurting me!”

She was maybe nineteen, sadly her teeth were already rotting, and in the middle of her emaciated face, dark circles outlined what might have been beautiful blue eyes, once upon a time.

- “My god, I’ve seen you before. You were a student here not two years ago!”

- “Shut up I’m nobody to you, asshole! HELP!” 

- “You’re in the wrong place for help. There’s no one in the building this time of day. So scream all you want.”

- “Fuck! Let me go!”

- “Then give me the money you stole. I saw you lift it from my desk, you little punk!”

- “You’re crazy I didn’t take anything! HELP! HELP!”

Sadly, it was just another day at work for Hank. Long gone were the days, when the century-old walls proudly supported the best school in the county, maybe the state. Now it was a dump, graffiti and broken metal detectors at the entrance. Break-ins were becoming the norm, whether it was junkies ripping copper wires from the walls, raiding the chemical cabinets of science class, or like today, stealing staff’s lunch money.

- “For the last time, hand it back.”

- “Go fuck yourself asshole!”

- “Fine.”

With his free hand, Hank grabbed her wrist, twisted it, and bent her arm behind her back. And then, a sharp push.

- “Aiiiiieeeeeee! Fucking monster LET ME GO!”

Not a chance. Instead, more pressure.

- “Aaaaah! STOP HURTING ME! HELP!” Looking ahead, she paused, and then screamed louder.  “HELP ME! PLEASE! HELP! HE WANTS TO RAPE ME!”

Hank lifted his head and froze. There was a girl there, standing maybe twenty feet ahead, looking at them. She was perfectly put together, and completely out of place in that run down corridor. A neat dark skirt, a white shirt that peaked at the neck and cuffs of her spotless dark sweater, shiny long black hair, well kept, and a perfect posture. She was rather tall, maybe 5'6, had a cute round face of a golden brown skin, shining dark thin eyes, and a bit of a wide flat nose, contrasting with her slender frame and silhouette. 

Hank expected her to scream and run, but she was standing still, watching the scene unfold. Blue-hair thief wasn’t expecting the lack of reaction either.

- “Are you gonna help me? Do something bitch!” 

Still no movement. 

- “Aaaaaaah!”

Hank was almost sure he saw the girl in the corridor twitch and take a sharp breath, as he renewed the pressure on the thief’s twisted arm.

- “Fuck! You’re going to break my arm!” 

- “Probably not. But I might dislocate your shoulder… So give me my money or I won’t stop!” he said with a commanding voice.

- “Aiiiiiiiiiie… Alright! Alright you fucking loser!” 

She reached inside her jeans with her free hand, pulled a crumbled twenty that dropped on the floor at her feet. He let go of her arm, not without applying one last twist.

- “Aoh! Fuck you sadistic pig!” she wailed as she ran away, defeated.

The thief was gone but the girl in the corridor remained, looking at Hank. There was something warm and affectionate in her eyes. No students ever looked at Hank that way, he was sure of it. Finally she broke the silence.

- “You know in my country, thieves are severely beaten. Even at school.”

- “Really? Sadly in this country, those times are long gone. Where is it that you’re from?”

- “Malaysia. My family has been in this country for 8 years now. My name is Eosi.”

- “Nice to meet you, Eosi. So… you’re not upset by what just happened?”

- “No not really… It was pretty cool what you did.” 

- “Really? Listen, would you do me a favor and keep that “cool” thing for yourself? I could get in major trouble for this. I could lose my job, or worse.”

- “What about her? Won’t she complain?”

- “Junkie like this? Nah, she won’t do anything unless it gets her more dope. Besides, the life she’s living, I’d bet she gets it worse on most days.”

- “Ok then. You can count on me, I won’t tell anybody, I promise!”

- “Thank you Eosi!” he said, relieved. “Now tell me, what were you doing here?”

- “Oh! Right. I just started school, even though I’m a senior. It’s my first day, I got lost and I'm late, and I didn't know where to go. There's nobody at the reception. I am supposed to be in Mrs. Sullivan's history class.”

- "That's probably over in building C. Go back out that way, and it's the furthest building on the right."

- "Thank you Sir." She did a quick and subtle acquiescing gesture with her head and upper body, then turned around and started walking towards the door.

Hank was again surprised at her respectful and formal tone. After looking at her go for moment, her skirt and her hair slightly bobbing from side to side as she walked away, he shouted.

- "Wait, I'll walk you. I'm Hank by the way."

- "Thank you Sir! You are very nice!"

Those were interesting words after what just happened. After they arrived at Ms. Sullivan’s class, she turned to him.

- “Hank Sir, I’m curious. Where did you learn to twist a girl’s arm like you did?”

- “Oh, that’s pretty easy, nothing special really.”

- “Would you show me one day?”

- “Sure, I mean I understand. It’d be good to know the basics on self defense, especially around here.”

- “No, I mean… You could try on me…”

He was not expecting this. He didn’t know what to say. She must have felt his discomfort. She backtracked.

- “I’m sorry… I’m not sure why I said that. I’ll go now. Thank you for walking me.”

She disappeared into the classroom.

* - *

A few months had gone by. Although she never brought up her “arm twisting” request, she always maintained a very friendly attitude towards Hank. She stopped by to say hi more often than not. When she wanted to be nice to him she brought a "kuih keria", a small Malaysian doughnut, which she had mentioned in one of their short conversations. She never stayed long, but the little pauses were small rays of sunshine to Hank's usually depressing days at the school.

- "Hank-Sir, could you please help me with a project?" she asked him that day.

- "For you I'm sure I could help, Eosi. What is it that you need?"

- "I'm writing a paper on the origins of the school in history class. I have read much about the cellars, below the administrative office, I would like to know if you could possibly help me visit?"

The old cellars in the school were definitely a topic of interest for the more nerd-inclined students, although there were not many of those left these days. But typically the interest was for the cellars of old abandoned dorms, where students would occasionally venture or bring their girlfriends to spook them into their arms. Very few had heard about the old administrative basement, he only knew because the old groundskeeper had mentioned something around 15 years ago when he started at the school. Even back then, the access had already been condemned for many years.

- "I think I know what you are talking about, but it's been closed for years, I'm not even exactly sure how to access it even if I wanted to."

- "Please Hank-Sir, this is important to me. I would like to see the place."

There was something about her stare that was determined and intense, it reminded him of the look she had on the day they first met. Hank decided to oblige his good friend.

- "Ok girl, fair enough. I said I'll help and I will."

Two weeks later, after the end of class, Hank and Eosi slowly walked down the administrative  basement stairs. They would be left in peace, he had locked the door behind and anyway nobody was ever down. Turning on the lights, he showed her the huge pile of clutter he had had to move to access the door.

- "This pile of garbage was in the way, and you won't believe the work it took to get the door to open." He said pointing to the quarter circle streaks on the dirty concrete floor. "I thought the door was soldered shut, the rust pretty much fused the lock. And one of the hinges gave-in. I had to put all my weight in to make it budge."

She looked at him with admirative and giddy eyes. For the first time she was losing a bit of her composure for girlish excitement.

- "Here, take a flashlight," he said, “and follow-me. And be carefulI, I saw a few places where the ceiling is completely caved-in. We're really not supposed to be down here at all."

She took the light and followed him down. They advanced through the corridors, there was a good half inch of dirt on the floor, and the air smelled of old dust and mold.

- "Let's go left," she shouted. Then "let's try that door on the right". Hank got a feeling she knew exactly where she wanted to go.

They passed a few more doors and ended-up at the top of a small staircase leading down to a medium sized room, too big for an office but too small for a classroom. A massive square desk throned at the center of the room. There was something solemn about it, this was the only room with stones apparent on the wall. Hank took a few steps in and tried to take it in, looking at the stone arches crossing the ceiling, then the desk. A very sturdy desk, massive square legs made of solid wood maybe a foot wide, and the tabletop also of solid wood half a foot thick. It must weigh a ton, he thought to himself, and it seemed still in good shape. No chairs around, and it was unusually high. Looking closer, below the dust, he could see a few slots through the desk surface towards the wall, and the edge facing the open wide room looked worn in the center.

- "What is this room?" he finally asked. “It looks very unusual.”

He met her eyes, but she could only stand his look for a short moment. She lowered her gaze, nervous. 

As if to keep herself occupied, she started to explore with her flash light. Looking at the large desk, then to the corners of the room. 

- "This is… where they used to discipline students, in the old days. It’s been abandoned since the mid-30s according to what I read." 

She said it in a casual tone. If she hoped to lessen the shock, it didn’t work. Hank’s mind flashed to their first conversation about corporal punishment for thieves. Her mind was there too.

- "You were right when you said such practices stopped a long time ago.” She continued.

His brain immediately jumped to her “You could try it on me” request. 

- “Eosi… what the?”

- “Oooh! Come see please Hank-Sir!" she interrupted him.

Just in front of her, dead center in the bright circle of her flashlight, below the dust, you could see the silhouette of what was... a large wooden paddle, Hank realized after connecting two plus two in his head. Eosi picked it up by the handle, the tip dragged on the floor until she sprung up, and lifted it with both hands. It was heavy. She handed it to Hank, the dust sliding off in a thick puff of smoke shining in the flashlight beams. Before he could formulate a word, she started to talk nervously, as if on fast-forward.

- "I've read about it. The headmaster would administer the punishment here. There were straps to secure the student, I’m almost sure of it. There was a drawing in the book, but it was very crude.You see, the students would be positioned…" 

She tip-toed in front of the desk, got her waist on the table. And she bent over, stretching her arms on the table in a Y shape, and putting her firm round butt on display for Hank. He could almost see her underwear peeking under the folds of her lifted skirt.

- "... like so.” She finished, her panting breath puffing the thick dust on the desk.

- “Eosi! Stop and actually talk to me. What are you doing? Is there even a history class paper?”

She got up and turned back to him, her front covered in gray dust.

- “No there is not. I am sorry I lied. The truth is, I… I would like to experience it… the punishment.”

There it was. It had clicked in his head, but it was something else to actually hear it. Everything about it felt wrong, and yet he was badly tempted. Eosi had been a good friend to him, but his body and mind were now telling him they could be more. And it was getting to him, he could feel something in a place he should definitely not feel for a young student.

- “Would you help me with it, Hank-Sir? I’ve seen what you can do to a girl…”

- “What? That was completely different! Eosi this is wrong… we’re not supposed to…”

- “Sir please, I’ve thought about it for a long time… this is what I want, and I think… maybe you want it too?”

- “Oh my god, what are you making me do… This is insane…”

His internal struggle was already lost, and he knew she could see it in his eyes. There was no point to deny it any further.

- “Ok… Ok I’ll do it. I’ll…”

- "Thank you so much Hank-Sir", she replied, cutting him off as he was still searching for words to justify his answer. 

She lunged at him and hugged him. He welcomed the embrace but pulled his hip away as she pressed against him, afraid to show the expression of feelings he was not yet ready to admit.

* - *

It was a bit over two weeks later when Hank finally stepped back into the room, following a determined Eosi. She was dressed more casually than he had seen her before, giving her a sort of boyish charm. A skinny boy that would be, floating in clothes clearly too wide for her very svelte frame. She dashed for the big desk and dropped her small backpack near the worn edge of the table. On the surface of the desk, you could still see her silhouette imprinted in the thick dust, back from her little demonstration last time. She pulled out some wipes and cloth rags from her bag, and started to brush-off the dust from the desk surface.

Hank just observed her, motionless, still trying to reason with himself. The rational part of him was wondering what the heck he was doing here. He had to lie to his wife and son for the first time in ages, and to invent some stupid excuse to get out in the middle of the night on a Saturday. This was completely crazy and yet, he had a knot in his guts like he hadn't felt in a long time…

She turned her head.

- "Hank-Sir, do you have the instrument, may I see it?"

He had agreed to fix the worn heavy paddle they had found in the dust.

- "Yes, I have it here!" 

Hank quickly dropped his large sports bag on the floor and pulled the paddle out. It was clear and smooth. The wood at the handle and edges still had this vintage tint and slightly worn look, but the paddle itself had been nicely polished, he ran his hand over the surface and felt the smooth lightning-like streak of polished epoxy where the crack had been.

Eosi was standing right in front of him, eyes focused on the size of the paddle, which looked even bigger in contrast to her frail frame. The "smacking" part of the paddle was easily 3 feet long, with another foot for the handle.

- "Lights!" he then said, as he handed the paddle to Eosi. The tip of the instrument noticeably dipped down, as she was again surprised by its weight. It took all the strength in her wrists to prevent it from hitting the floor, as she brought it back up in a clunky motion.

Hank took three camping lights out of his bag, placed them on the desk and turned them on, bringing a muted level of brightness to the room.  Eosi made a few steps towards him and started hesitant:

- "It's... I've read... for the typical offense they would go for 10 hits, and then up to 20 for the serious offenses." She paused, "I feel 15 would be right" she finished shakingly.

Hesitating some more she continued.

- "Corporal punishment was for serious issues and meant to deter students from repeating the offense..."  shaking more and more. "The hits were heavy... I would like to feel what they felt. Hank-Sir, would you please promise me you will not hold back?"

Hank was trying to read her face. She looked scared but her tone and demeanor was very serious. She meant what she was saying.

Hank nodded, still not sure how to articulate his answer, as she was handing him the paddle back. His eyes followed her taking quick steps towards her backpack. She swiftly unbuckled her jeans, pulled them down, then pulled her sweater off, quickly folding both on top of the backpack. She was not wearing a bra. Finally her panties came off. Springing back up, she turned around, her right forearm masking her chest, and the other hand down covering herself in between her legs.

Hank's mouth gaped open, he couldn't believe it. He stared at her, and she looked back straight in his eyes. She was breathing-in shallow-quick breaths, he could see her thin, firm abdomen slightly pull then push rhythmically. She took one, then two deep breaths and let her arms fall to her side. She was fully exposed in front of him, with just her sneakers on and her face fully blushing. She looked like a tan thin doll of skin, muscles and bones. Her ribs were clearly visible with each breath, and the outline of her firm small caramel A-cup breasts clearly defined on her rib cage. Her belly was thin, showing a sharp drop below her ribs but curving back front in between her nascent thighs. A thick bush of black, wild hair was firmly planted between her muscular yet wiry looking tan thighs.

Until now, Hank had somehow tricked himself to believe this whole experience was rooted in friendship, curiosity, rule breaking and pushing boundaries. But with her dark, narrow eyes staring directly into his eyes, the slim but athletic tan body of the eighteen years old girl fully exposed before him, a jolt in his brain made him realize this was truly about him and her. That she wanted to be exposed for him to see, to be at his mercy, with a painful implement in his hands. To Hank, it felt like a long forgotten power switch had turned on inside of him. He allowed himself to fully feel the passing moment, contemplating Eosi's naked look. His body responded and he felt the strong, almost brutal push of his manhood against his heavy duty pants.

She saw the change in his eyes, gave him a quick nod and smile, then positioned herself on the table like she had done two weeks before, bent over the table, her toes barely touching the floor, her black hair draped against her thin toned back, and her hands joined together in front of her head, not able to reach the opposite edge of the table. The main difference being that, Hank was now boldly walking towards her, with the massive wooden paddle in his hands, and the firm intent to use it.

* - *

Hank set himself at her left, leveled the paddle a few inches off her small firm round tan ass cheeks, pulled back some and whacked her right back. She cried "owww!" arching her back, her hands instinctively starting to reach back before she caught herself. He noted how her toned body didn't jiggle under the slap of the paddle, she was fit without an ounce of fat, her body moved forward a bit under the push of the instrument, then moved back, like hard rubber.

Her breathing had gotten quicker.

- "Hank-Sir I think you can swing more, I can take it" she said calmly, after recovering her breath.

The second hit landed, giving a more noticeable push forward to her body and a higher-pitched "eeeehow", as her hair swung under the quick flick of her neck, followed by intentional deep breathing.

- "Hank-Sir I beg you..." she implored “you promised you would not hold back”. 

It was difficult for Hank to understand what was happening in Eosi's head at the moment. All he knew was that with each of her pleas, he would feel his cock throbbing against his pants for a few seconds. He could have taken his pulse by counting the pushes against the inseam of his pants. Fine then! He thought to himself, getting caught in this incredible moment.

He swung the paddle all the way back, like a driver at the golf range, and uncoiled his body, sending the paddle swooshing to its target like a mad truck racing into a poor car stopped in the emergency lane. The impact sent ripples on her small tight ass and shoved her thighs violently against the edge of the desk. She screeched and arched her back almost impossibly, the unbearable pain and the violent bounce back from the desk sent her flying to the floor and rolling into a ball. She moved her hands to her ass cheeks and started a long wail. It took a few minutes to subside. Meanwhile, Hank was observing, taking it in. A few minutes earlier he would have dashed to her rescue but right now, in some kind of trance, he was just observing while his cock was continuing to pulse against his pants.

Regaining her composure, Eosi finally stood up, and said:

- "You should tie me in place. I have something in my bag…" She was still catching her breath and feeling her ass with her hands. Tears were pearling at the corner of her beautiful dark eyes.

Hank reached down her backpack, pushing aside the folded clothes. There were four of what he could identify as dress-pants belts, all of a different pattern and colors.

Eosi assumed her position again and stretched both arms in a Y shape. Hank quickly picked a belt, looped it through the buckle and around her right wrist. He pulled hard to secure the hand then slipped the free end of the leather through one of the desk slots and  secured it tight with a rudimentary knot. He repeated the same for the left hand. Then back behind her, he tied each ankle in the same manner, to the nearest desk leg, which spread her ankles about 3 feet apart. She did not express the slightest complaint about the shock or the pain. While he was tying her, she had lifted and extended each of her wrists to help him secure them. There was not an ounce of her body that seemed to want to pull-out from this, beside the sheer reaction to the pain on impact.

He promptly resumed his position, and swinging widely back again, perhaps not as far as he had just done, he started to whack her ass repeatedly, taking about half a minute between each impact.

At three, she was crying profusely, occasionally catching her breath between sobs, and of course shrieking at the top of her lungs each time the paddle came down.

As he was swinging for the sixth, he noticed a tear of clear slime slowly gooping down between her legs. The whack sent it flying off but now another string was arched between the hairs on her pussy and the inside of her right thigh. It was slowly dipping further down, and wiggled a bit with each sob and short breath.

At the ninth hit, the bright red of her ass cheeks started to turn into a dark burnt blue color, a round shape on each cheek where the paddle would hit, lined up each by a thick bright red loop.

It was at the twelfth hit that he noticed a faint sprinkle of blood on her tights. He looked more closely and noticed the broken skin of her ass and the red smear on the paddle, which had sprayed back to her legs, like a light drizzle of red rain had fallen on the rear side of her thighs.

Her mouth, nose and eyes were all crying a mix of tears, snot and spit leaking on the table, with the occasional bubble bursting from indistinguishable sobs and breaths.

Finally the fifteenth hit fell on the completely bruised ass. Eosi was shaking in her ties, continually crying and wailing. It took a long time for her to stop pulling on her straps and finally rest her chin on the desk. Hank sat beside her, gently stroking her hair and back with his hand. Her breathing was getting more regular now, and Hand decided it was time to untie her.

* - *

Undoing each strap, one by one, he noticed how the belt buckles had dug into her. On the top of her left wrist, it had clearly broken the skin and made a red notch.

Hank helped her get up, but he immediately had to catch her as her legs gave way. She was trying to stand and fight a violent leg shaking, until finally she got it under control. Hank stepped back to look at her. The heat of the moment was slowly fading, and a look of distress was starting to shape his eyes, as he was looking at her. Her face was a complete mess, her eyes puffed with tears, and her hair stuck to the side of her cheek with snot and spit. Her usually intense stare was hazy, like she was high. Saliva was slowly dripping from her cheeks and chin to her chest, together with tears. Her small breasts were raw from the friction on the table surface, and at the top of her thighs was a horizontal purple and black bar of bruising, where her legs had repeatedly hit the edge of the table under the assaults of the paddle. Finally, down between her legs, a mess of trails and tears of sticky goop, while further back blood droplets were pearling from her abused ass and decorating her thighs.

After a few moments she lunged towards him, hugged him generously as she buried her face against his shoulder.

"Thank you Hank-Sir" she muttered.

As she embraced him, Hank could feel the bottom of her belly touching his still pulsing bulge under his heavy-duty pants. There was no hiding any feelings now. As he pressed against her, she very deliberately thrust her hips forward and returned the favor, giving him a soft sideways rocking movement. Hank thought he was going to burst right then and there. It was worlds away from the prude hugs he was used to with his wife.

He tried to compose himself but was quickly overcome by this warm confidence again, getting caught in the heat of the moment. He gently grabbed her left hand and guided it down. She understood and slipped it under his pants and underwear, starting to clumsily stroke his penis with her fingers. Her head was slowly turning to kiss his neck.

He took a step back, unbuckled his pants and let them fall on his ankles, then guided her shoulders down until she knelt in front of him.

- "With your mouth," Hank said softly.

- "Yes Hank-Sir" she murmured, with her thin-fingers lowering his underwear and letting spring out his large cock, his foreskin was fully retracted and his glans glistening with pre-cum. Hank was overheating. She only had to softly brush the tip of his organ with her lips that, unable to hold it anymore, he spurred his jizz all over her face. She jerked back and closed her eyes as three successive streams of cum splattered her face.

And this was the precise moment when it all went to hell. Hank grunted as a loud scream interrupted their moment. He turned his head, and saw two policemen standing there at the entrance of the room, guns trained on him, screaming at him, to get away from the girl.

It was a shock, like a powerful wave of ice-cold water washing away their little piece of private paradise. Eosi pulled back as well and started to cry. Within seconds, he was pushed to the ground and cuffed. A blur later, paramedics were evacuating Eosi on a stretcher.

* - *

It was a nightmare, a three months nightmare with one worse news after the next since his arrest in that fateful basement. The useless lawyer appointed by the court, his picture in the local newspaper as the “Groundskeeper Sadist”, then the heartbreaking letter from his wife and son stating they never wanted to see or talk to him again. And to top it all, maybe the worst part, the cold, emotionless testimony from his friend and one time lover. Under questioning from that towering blonde lawyer bitch her family had hired, Eosi had methodically, steadily, coldly charged him with coercing her to meet him in the basement, forcing her to bend on the table against her will and tying her, torturing her to an inch of her life and sanity, then forcing himself sexually on her. He had protested, screamed out of rage and hurt at the betrayal. He even punched the bailiff. But it did nothing, they did not listen, they did not believe him. Instead he was beaten, and escorted out, threatened with additional jail time.

Still in shock, standing in front of the judge, he heard the sentence: 8 years with possibility of parole at 5. "You are lucky she is over eighteen and we couldn't prove sexual penetration, or it would be 20 to life". The "bang" of the gavel was the closing chapter for this part of his life. He felt crushed, broken.