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Biology 101

I am posting another serial. I don’t think this one will be more than two or three installments, but I still felt that it was too long to post as a single story.

There will be parts of this that probably brush the line on the behavior of minors, but I promise not to cross it. This will not devolve into erotica.

That said, I do intend to snuggle up to the line. You have been warned

Otherwise, life is hectic. My work obligations made me miss a submission deadline. I am fairly upset about that but there are only so many hours in the day and I have to be careful with where I am putting mine right now.

Enjoy the story and I hope you follow along to the end.

L. E. White

Biology 101

Josh sat at the counter; blowing bubbles in his milk with his straw while watching Helen bend over the table behind him. She was stretching, reaching for the glasses sitting beside the window, and that pulled her pants tight enough across her ass for him to see the outline of her underwear.

“Will you stop that please?”

Josh glanced out of the corner of his eye at his grandfather. The old man lowered his coffee cup back down to the counter and lifted his napkin up to dab at the thick, bristling mustache that resided there. Nobody ever disobeyed the old man and every child in the family knew that you would only be told once. Josh straightened up, let his straw fall out of his mouth, and reached for his napkin.

“Thank you Josh,”

Josh’s Grandfather was always quiet, but when he spoke, it was very formal. Josh had no doubt that his grandfather loved him. There was always candy in his pocket, a hug that crushed the air from your lungs, and trips for ice cream. Grandfather left no doubt in any of the children’s minds as to his love for them, but he was also quick to discipline. The punishment depended on how serious the offence was, but it was always handed out with the same blinding speed of a snake striking at a mouse.

Some of Josh’s cousins would still hold out. They would try to see exactly where the line was and then push the man to his limit. The problem was that the line was close and it never wavered.

They didn’t understand, but Josh did. One night, after Grandfather had paddled Thomas for smoking, Josh had walked into the study to find him drinking and crying.

“I told you to go to bed.” His Grandfather had said. “Why are you down here?”

“I got up to go to the bathroom but Sherrie is in there, so I came down to use the other one.” Josh spoke in a clear a voice as he could. He had been no more than nine and he wouldn’t have disobeyed his Grandfather for anything. After hearing Thomas’s fit and screaming at the paddling, Josh had waited until he was ready to pee his pants before getting out of bed.

“Why did you come in here then?”

Josh swallowed and lowered his eyes while trying to think of the words he wanted to say.

“Look at me when you speak to me Josh.”

The boy lifted his eyes to stare into the red rimmed eyes beside the fire. “I heard crying and came to make sure you were alright.”

His Grandfather smiled, sniffled and motioned towards the door. “Shut that and come here please.”

Josh did, moving with small, slow steps for fear of the spanking he was sure he was about to get. He was dawdling, which he knew would make it worse, but he was too afraid to hurry.

When he stepped beside the overstuffed chair, his grandfather reached out with both hands and lifted him up onto his lap. He hugged Josh tight, making his bones pop.

“Sorry,” Grandfather said. “I did not mean to hurt you.”

“It’s ok,” Josh said. He leaned his head over on the old man’s shoulder while looking at the fire out of the corner of his eye. “Are you ok?”

“Yes, but it is hard on me when I have to punish any of you. I don’t like it.”

Josh sat up and looked the old man in the eyes again. He looked at the tears there, and frowned, sticking his bottom lip out.

The mustache moved and bristled like an old wooly worm when the lips below twisted up into a smile. “You think I like spanking you?”

“I don’t know. I never thought about it.”

Grandfather leaned his head back against the thick cushion of the chair and sighed. “I don’t. I want to teach you to be good people that others can count on. I want other people to know that they can trust you to keep your word and to do what is right.”

“So that’s why you spank us for lying and not keeping our word?”

“It is.”

Josh turned to look at the fire, and the pair sat with talking for quite a while before Josh felt his Grandfather pat him on the leg. “It is time for us to both be in bed.”

Josh got up and waited for his Grandfather to stand before stepping back and wrapping his arms around the old man’s waist. “I’m sorry. I will try to be better from now on.”

A thick, calloused hand stroked the soft blonde hair as a chocked and haggard voice said, “That would make me very happy.”

Josh snapped out of his memory when Helen came over and re-filled the coffee cup. He tried to smile at her, but he was sure it looked like the goofy, gap toothed grin that his mother kept up above the mantle from his third grade year. She smirked at him, turned on the ball of her foot and walked away with a wiggle in her hips that made his mouth water.

“Stop that,” his Grandfather repeated.

Josh turned to face the old man with his forehead wrinkled. “But I stopped blowing more bubbles in my milk.”

The mustached twitched and moved as a smile lifted its edges. “I wasn’t talking about the milk bubbles in the first place.”

“Oh,” Josh dropped his eyes to his glass, feeling the heat rise in his cheeks. A calloused hand tousled his hair as Grandfather stood up.

“We will talk, for now, just wait until I get back from the restroom.”

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  1. April 19, 2014 at 10:00 PM

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