A late entry to the Brief Encounter story contest, ‘Antwerp Central’ is still certainly worth sharing..
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BRIEF ENCOUNTER: Antwerpen Centraal
She looked at her watch and realized she needed to get a move on back to Antwerpen station to catch the 1 a.m. train back to Amsterdam. She could not afford to miss this train so she said her goodbye’s to her friends at the club and headed back. She was completely out of cash from all the barhopping and was thankful to have purchased a RT ticket back to Amsterdam which was safely put away in a locker at the station.
The square in downtown Brussels was rather quiet with most the cafes closed and only a handful of bars still open. As she approached Antwerpen Centraal, she thought it was rather odd that the building looked so dark? It was the largest station in Brussels and normally bustling with people. She walked up to the main entrance and pulled on the door. The door was locked. She went to a second and third door, also locked. Panic started to set in. “What the hell?” she thought. She walked around to another entrance and thankfully saw a man walking out. Her heart was racing. “Thank you! I was so afraid I missed the last train!” She went running into the station only to find that it was empty. No trains coming or going and not a soul around. She walked to where the lockers were and the area had been locked off with a gate. Her heart was racing and tears began welling up in her eyes. She paced around in disbelief. “How did I Fu** this up?” She walked towards the ticket area to look again at the train schedule. The last train to Amsterdam had departed at 11 p.m.
“Excuse me young lady, are you alright?” Her heart jumped at the unexpected voice behind her. “I didn’t mean to startle you but I did think it was odd you were running into the station when I came in on the last train this evening. I just wanted to make sure you were okay?” She was so relieved in that moment to see someone AND he was American to boot! He was a tall gentleman, about 60 years old, salt & pepper hair and dressed in a nice grey business suit. “Actually, I’m not okay. I thought the last train back to Amsterdam was at 1 a.m., I have no cash on me and my bag with my ticket is locked up over there in those lockers. On top of that, the next train isn’t until 11 a.m.” she said. “I see,” he said. Let’s sit down and see what we can figure out here. My name is Richard Anderson by the way and your name is?” “Julia. Julia Frances, nice to meet you.” She felt safe with this man and was hopeful that somehow, someway, he’d be able to help her out of this mess.
“Julia Frances, I don’t want to be intrusive but may I ask how old you are and what brought you to Antwerp? he said. “I’m 20 and I was meeting some of my Rotary exchange student friends here to go clubbing and barhopping. I live in Den Haag but took the train from Amsterdam.” “I see,” he said. “Do your parents know you’re in Belgium tonight?” he asked. “No Sir. My host parents don’t know I’m here. I mean, they’re usually okay with me traveling so long as I go with someone but I don’t think they would have been comfortable with me coming here alone and getting back so late so I didn’t tell them,”she said. “And your Father back home in the States, what would he think about this predicament you’ve gotten yourself into?” he asked. Julia Frances looked down and said “he wouldn’t be very happy.” “Well, if it means anything to you, I have a daughter who’s 18 years old and if I ever heard of her doing something like this, I’d give her the spanking of her life! Do you realize how dangerous this could have been for you? A young girl, such as yourself, has no business traveling alone to go clubbing and drinking! Now look, I have every intention to take you back to the hotel I’ll be staying at the next few days and I will make sure you’re on that 11 a.m. train myself, but in the meantime, I want you to stand up!” His voice was very authoritive and Julia Frances realized that she needed Richard Anderson to keep her safe and get her home so she got up as he asked her to do. He stood up, took his coat off then sat back down on the bench. Reaching for her arm, he said “over my knee young lady. I know you’re frightened but I’m going to do what any father would do to ensure the safety of his daughter and give you a good reminder to never get yourself into this kind of situation again.” Julia Frances’ heart was beating rapidly as he gently pulled her over his lap. She was wearing a black mini skirt which he lifted up to begin her spanking but as she awaited the first smack, he stopped. “What praytell are you wearing here young lady? GET UP!” Pulling herself off his lap and straightening her skirt out, she said “panties, I don’t understand…” Richard’s eyes turned dark grey as he looked at her. “Is this what you girls are wearing these days?….IS IT?” his voice stronger and harder. “Red, lacey thongs are NOT appropriate for a girl your age and do you even understand the message you’re sending wearing something like this? Back over my knee young lady. You are definitely going to get a spanking you won’t soon forget.”
Julia Frances hesitantly returned over Richard’s knee. He pulled her black skirt up and pulled the red lace panties down to her mid thighs, well out of the way for his hand to reign down on her soft, white bottom. He rubbed her bottom gently and could feel her heart beating rapidly on his knee. “Now then, are you ready for your spanking young lady?” he asked. “Yes Sir,” she said. He lifted his hand high and gave her a smack to her bottom that echoed throughout the empty station. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!, he spanked her methodically up and down and side to side on both cheeks until he was satisfied with her hot, red behind. The sting was like nothing she had ever experienced and she squirmed to get off his lap but he simply pulled her in tighter and spanked her harder for her struggling. “Please,” she said, “please stop!” After one last SMACK! to the middle of her behind she squealed in pain and he helped lift her off his lap as she threw back her hands to soothe her stinging behind. Tears were streaming down her face and she couldn’t control her sobbing. Richard stood up, looked at her and said “we’re not done young lady.” As Julia Frances continued to sob and look on in horror, Richard unbuckled his belt and slid it out. “Bend over the bench,” he said. “Oh please Mr. Anderson, please! I’ve learned my lesson! I promise!” said Julia Frances. “Over the bench young lady!” he said. With her red lacey panties still pulled to her mid thighs, she bent over the bench and before she could take a deep breath, the CRACK of his belt on her bottom rang out for all the world to hear. “Owwww,” she yelled and she stood upright holding her behind. Richard was quite frustrated with her lack of control so he cracked his belt to her upper thighs. Julia Frances was in full fledged tears but Richard would have none of it and ordered her back over with her hands placed on the bench for the final lick. He made it a good one, landing right across the center of her very reddened behind. With the last lick, Julia Frances crumbled to her knees sobbing like a little girl. Richard put his belt back on and sat on the bench where he pulled Julia Frances up to his chest to give her the warm fatherly hug he would have given his own daughter. “I hope you’ve learned a valuable lesson here Julia Frances. Now let’s get you to the hotel and to bed. 11 a.m. will be here before you know it.”
She got to the platform with 5 minutes to spare. She entered car # 4, out of breath, but happy to be on the train back to Amsterdam. She plopped her bag down on the seat and scooted in towards the window. Across from her sat a businessman, about 60 years old in a grey suit…..
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