Ted's Profitable Misadventures (F/m)

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(Note: this is set in Technomacer, meaning it is on the same world as Glass Wall (F/m) (http://www.spanko.net/Spanking_Forums_A ... 5&m=299995), The Reporter (F/f) (http://www.spanko.net/Spanking_Forums_A ... 5&m=315636) and Video Entities (M/f) http://www.spanko.net/spanking_forums/v ... ?f=3&t=673). Played around mentally with how a spell could be use in the GURPS setting.

Ted's Profitable Misadventures (F/m)
For the millionth time, Ted McQuire cursed his lot in life. And for the millionth time, cursing didn't change a thing.

Sometimes he wished that the testing of the A-Bomb hadn't brought returned magic to the world, lifting the mana level to the point where no scientist could deny the existence of magic. To the point that by the 1980s magic was a part of everyday life (and things had only grown since then) and a career option for the chosen few. Roughly one percent of people born in Trinity's Shadow were born with the ability to work magic. That number grew if you included those with Aspected Power. That is, those born with the magic gene, but whose magic gene had twisted and could only be used for a single college or specific type of magic. For some it wasn't as limiting; healers for one were always in demand. If you were born with Aspected Power centred on the healing college then you were a respected healer, saving lives, and making the big bucks.

Ted McQuire wished that he had been born a healer. But no, he was limited to one college of magic and that was the near useless one known as Body Control. Spells such as itch (which made someone itch until they scratched the itchy spot), spasm (which caused a muscle to briefly spasm), clumsiness (which made the target clumsy for about a minute), and tanglefoot (which tripped a target) were good for practical jokes but not for much more. Other spells could temporarily boost the caster's own strength or dexterity, but how could you make a living doing that? There was basically only one pair of spells in the entire college that were marketable: alter visage (which allowed you to wear whichever face you wanted) and alter body (which could reshape your entire body each time it was cast).

He had mastered both spells as quickly as he could (picking up the necessary prerequisite spells as needed), but even then there was a limited market for his services. Actors wanted to be famous with their own faces and there were only so many people who needed disguises. Chasing his big payday, Ted started working the tranny crowd. Temporarily turning boys to girls and girls to boys for money. It had been good money too, until he was arrested.

Ted still couldn't figure out how was he supposed to know that it was illegal to do that for someone under 21. Under 18, sure; everyone knew that you had to be careful with minors. Nineteen? Maybe. But 21?

The charges had been dropped for lack of evidence (and suspicion that the law might not be constitutional), but after his arrest, Ted's business had dried up. On the bright side he made some good contacts in jail while awaiting trial, but on the downside he needed them. A life of crime, of running con jobs and stealing while wearing a different face, that was all that was left for him.


But that wasn't why he was cursing the limits on his powers. No, he was curing because he had to use another scryguard scroll. The scryguard spell was a must for anyone who wanted to avoid divination spells and Ted didn't want anyone to track him today. If he had a normal magic gene then Ted would have cast the spell himself, but he didn't, so he had pay for a scroll. That was money invested in a project that might show no return. Money he wouldn't have to spend if he could just cast spells like someone with a normal magic gene.

But he didn't have a choice.

The coming caper promised a good pay out. It was practically a commission job. Normally Ted avoided expensive, easily traced items, but a fence had recommended this job to Ted. A necklace, bracelet, and matching earrings. It would be hard to get them all, especially the earrings, but at least he was removing the rings from a publicly visible piercing.

Too many girls these days were getting navel rings or rings in their nipples or even more intimate places. Using a bit of slight of hand (accompanied with magical misdirection) to get earrings off was one thing. Sure it was illegal, but going after a nipple ring could bring a fresh raft of charges. Even just moving a T-shirt up to get a navel ring would open a can of worms, but he actually groped a breast to steal the ring from it... Sexual assault and 'sexual assault aggravated by the use of magic' were just the first two additional charges, and Ted knew that there could be a dozen more on top of that. From his weeks in jail he knew just how sex offenders were treated and he couldn't see surviving prison with 'sexual offences aggravated by the use of magic' on his rap sheet.

But this was just the necklace, bracelet, and matching earrings, and Ted was sure that he could work out something. Somehow get close enough to the target so that when he boosted his dexterity he could slip the haul off of her and be gone before she noticed.


Once safely protected with the scryguard, the real work could begin. The fence had given Ted a copy of the target's schedule, which included regular, twice weekly visits to Henning Memorial Park (named after a mage whose showmanship skills made magic accessible and entertaining to the masses). Ted didn't know that park well but with her office and apartment both boosting decent security so it looked as if the park was the best place to hit her.

Which left one basic decision - what would Ted look like when he scouted the park?


Ted's meagre two bedroom bungalow wasn't much, but it gave him a place to sleep and an 'office' to store his costumes in. A three way mirror dominated that room with four other fitting mirrors positioned to give him the best possible view of himself wearing an altered body. Clothes racks and dressers lined the walls, holding outfit after outfit, and other props were scattered around the room.

"Now who should I look like on this fine summer day?" Ted mused. "Office worker? Lawyer? No, they'd have no reason to be the park."

Mentally he skipped over all the dresses and other feminine props. Soon after he had learned the alter body spell, Ted had experimented with wearing a woman's body (what man wouldn't, if only to have complete access to a pair of boobs?) and quickly discovered that he didn't like experiencing it. He sometimes, when it was absolutely necessary for a job, changed into a dress or skirt, but he generally left his plumbing intact; that was a transformation he had perfected while working with the trannies. Maybe, if there was no other way, Ted would don a woman's body for this job, but he had a long list of shapes to go through first.

"Homeless guy? No, I'd get too much attention at Hennings Park. High school student?" Ted wondered aloud. "School is out for the summer so they'd be in the park, but no. She'd too old for a high schooler to gawk at. College student? Doable, but that means working out a background, major, and the rest. And twenty-seven is too old for her to go for a college student. Damn, it looks like I'll have to try to be socially invisible today. Fat Boy it is."

Kids went everywhere and no one paid any attention to them, which meant that Ted had a standard kid disguise - Fat Boy.

One the depressing reality of the alter body spell was the conservation of mass. Unlike true shapeshifting you always ended up with the same mass you started with. Cut down on your height and the mass had to go somewhere; usually your hips. Which mean that Ted worked to stay thin so he could pass as a fat kid as opposed to a morbidly obese one.

That decided, Ted prepped things (which was so much easier to do when wearing his real body). He selected a bag that could be a book bag, a gym bag, an exercise bag - it was as generic as it could be. Concealed in its normal pocket compartments were two that had hideaway enchantment cast on them, making them bigger on the inside than on the outside. They looked like they might hold a couple pens and maybe a few pieces papers, but a complete set of Ted sized clothes fitted in one while the other's contents depended on what Ted was going out as. In this case, some sealed envelopes, some unsealed ones, paper, pens, some emergency cash, and a few powerstones were stuff in the hideaways.

Sealed envelopes always works wonders when playing Fat Boy.


Ted stripped off and picked up a powerstone to shield him from the worse of the drain. As he did so, he cursed his life again; most modern wizards could harness electrical energy for magic but he was forced to use old fashion powerstones. Small gems (or semiprecious stones) that were enchanted to hold mystic energy and took days to recharge.

A couple of minutes later, Ted was no longer looking at himself in the mirrors. Rather, a very overweight 10 year old boy looked back from the mirror. He paused for a moment to collect himself; even with the powerstone and years of practice, the spell still took about a third of his casting power. Thanks to the sole non-body control spell he could use (a healing one that increased his resting rate) he would recover that power long before he needed it to maintain the spell, but for the moment he as tired as if he had been running.

A quick inspection later and Ted was satisfied with his new body. The face was based on a semi obscure overweight child from the 70s, but that actor had been black and Ted looked white. That actor had later died of a drug overdose after outgrowing his 'cute fat kid' roles so Ted didn't feel bad about ripping off his image. As for the body, the rolls of fat were where they should be. Ted knew that there were muscles under those rolls and that he could make it all look like muscle, but in this world of super sized fast food Fat Boy didn't stand out as much as Little Muscle Boy did.

Then was just a matter of dressing in the Fat Boy costume (complete with partly torn underwear to give it an authentic look) and sliding on the gaudy looking amulet that held an emergency powerstone. It was set in plastic and looked totally fake; in short it looked like something a kid would wear while providing Ted with real power when he needed it. Not much, only five oz, but that five oz should be enough to get him out of trouble.

Once he was ready, Ted picked up the bag and walked a few blocks. Ted was a fan of the old saying "you don't shit where you eat" and he extended it to "you don't get a cab from your house when you're magically disguised". Especially not when there was a bar a few blocks away where you could always find a cabby. On the day of the theft Ted might ride the bus there somewhere to get a cab, but he wanted to save a bit of time now.

It didn't really matter, not yet, but Ted got into his role. He produced a seal envelope, one with the words "cab money to the PARK" written on it. Everyone knew that kids could get confused and having the cash in a seal envelope, that added verisimilitude to his role.

During the cab ride, Ted started committing himself to his role. This time, Fat Boy's name would be Hugh Densen and he was at the park because his folks wanted him out in the air, running around. And he wasn't fat - just big boned.

'I'm not fat, just big boned.' Ted mentally rehearsed, considering how he would say it.

A catch phrase like that went a long way to establishing his cover. So did knowing his parents' names, his school, his teacher's name, and a host of other little details that Ted thought over during the cab ride.


Once he was at Henning Park, Ted remembered why he never came here. It wasn't just the distance, it was the gates. Below the words 'Henning Memorial Park' was the man's catch phrase:

"Anything the mind can conceive is possible. Nothing is impossible. All you have to do is look within, and you can realise your fondest dreams. I would like to wish each one of you all of life's wonders and a joyful age of enlightenment."

Seeing those words drove home that he could never master more than a single college of magic. Ted tried to shrug it off, but that motto bothered him. It reminded him that he had a damaged, crippled, one college only, magic gene.

'But it could be worse.' Ted thought, only a moment later.

He had caught sight of some chimera children playing among themselves. Roughly ten percent of those born with the magic gene had it far worse than any single college mage did. Human in name only, they looked like a humanoid hawk, snake, coyote, cat, fox, or spider; not that spiders were technically humanoid. Those poor bastards were weird centaur like creatures that creeped out normals more than the humanoid snakes did. Technically, by law, all chimera were "human" and had human rights, but who didn't discriminate against them? Even the NAACP had admitted that having chimera to point to made their part of the civil rights struggle that much easier, because if those things had the vote then why not blacks? Now they supported the league of chimera voters, but then they had chanted "we are normal human too".

To Ted (and many others), the worst part about the chimera was that they bred true among themselves. If they mated with a real person the child had a one in four chance of being normal, the same chance of being a chimera, and a fifty percent chance of being a halfling. A being that could almost pass as human. Cat halflings, for example, looked human, except for their large cat ears; long, furry tail; and sharp teeth and nails.

Cat people had it the easiest. Even Ted had to admit that they were cute. Not that Ted wanted to be one. Nor did he blame the other kids for avoiding those freaks, but he wouldn't kick a cat girl out his bed. Nailing a halfling or full blow cat, some said that it was the ultimate pussy.


Wandering the park, Ted was forced to give a bit of thought to his outfit. Jeans were all well and good most times, but with the hot summer sun, Ted wondered if it wasn't time to switch to shorts. Not that his own comfort mattered much; the job was everything.

Which meant that he had to find the target. Sandra Beatty wasn't a saint, not according to the notes that Ted had been given. Did she deserve to be robbed? Maybe, maybe not, but someone was willing to pay for the jewellery she wore and that was all that mattered.


Ted fondled a powerstone and renewed the spell for another hour, leaving himself noticeably tired but still in his diminutive shape. As he replaced the powerstone in one of the bag's hidden pockets, Ted mentally cursed. He had wasted the better part of an hour wandering the park and so far he hadn't caught the slightest glimpse Sandra Beatty or anyone associated with her. She wasn't near the picnic tables or by any of the main parts of the park. He had no idea what she might be doing in one of the more isolated areas, but she had to be there.

'Maybe she's meeting with a lover.' Ted speculated. 'Maybe they like doing it out in the open air. Or maybe the lover is someone she has to keep hidden, like a chimera or another woman or something. But it doesn't really matter why she's hiding out. Just my luck, her avoiding the main areas.'

Grumbling under his breath (using words that no boy his apparent age should know), Ted started down little used paths.


Laughter and quickly hushed squeals caught Ted's attention. Ducking around a bush, Ted stumbled over a dirt path beaten down by semi frequent use. Smiling, Ted headed towards what he hoped was Sandra's secluded hiding spot. Soon he stumbled over scene (in a natural glade) that wouldn't be out of place on the Isle of Lesbo. At least that was his first guess at the sight of all those nude girls and women, ranging in age from teenagers to women passed child-bearing years. He had to watch a few minutes to understand that he was watching some kind of ritual magic. Being skyclad didn't add to the power of a ceremony but that didn't stop people from stripping off when they did rituals.

'Ritual magic in a park.' Ted thought to himself. 'Why would she bother hiding that? Who'd care, even if she does it naked?'

Watching the ritual to the end, Ted saw that a minor magic item had been enchanted. A bowl of some type; Ted thought it might be part of some kind of food spell. It couldn't be anything powerful, not with only about a score of people working on it.

'Why don't they just do it the normal way?' Ted wondered. 'A couple of mages with powerstones or tapping a normal wall socket and they could skip the ceremony. An hour's work, if that, with no fuss or bother.'

Not that he really cared. His eyes were fixed on Sandra Beatty's sunkissed body as she hurriedly dressed, diving into a short dress before stepping into a pair of black lace panties. He noted that she hadn't taken the jewellery off for the spell. From that, Ted concluded that if she didn't take them off for this spell then she wouldn't take them off outside of her house. That ruled out several plans involving walking off with them while she was swimming or otherwise had them off.

Then a squeal cut through Ted's musing.

"There's a boy! A boy peeking at us!"

Ted decided that now was the time to leave, but as half a dozen girls descended on him Ted realised that he was about ten seconds too late in reaching that decision.

"Hey! Let go!" Ted protested. "I wasn't doing nothing!"

Half dressed girls grabbed at clothing as three of them clad in bras and panties dragged Ted into the glade. Ted continued to protest futilely, trying to stay in character. He knew that he could cast a spell to boost his strength and wrestle free, but that wasn't something that boy could do and he didn't want to break cover.

The older women in the group seemed less flustered by his presence. They all looked to one woman who merely sighed and glanced around. Seeing that Sandra was the only completely dressed one, the central figure beckoned Sandra over. A few words were exchange, then a startled looking Sandra was walking towards Ted.

"I'll handle this." Sandra said. "Judith is too drained from the enchantment. Bring him here."

"Let me go!" Ted said, hoping that he was doing a good job of fake wailing.

Judith, still dressing, called over to Sandra, saying: "Get his jeans down, but nothing more."

"Get his jeans down, but only his jeans." Sandra instructed.

Gleeful teens pulled Ted's jeans down, pulling them down until they snagged on his sneakers. Briefly they had a bit more down, but one of them quickly yanked up Ted's artfully torn underwear before he showed more than a bit of cheek.

Which wasn't enough for one blonde (and naturally so, Ted knew) young lady.

"That's not fair. He saw our bums. Why shouldn't we..."

"Let go of me! Let me pull up my jeans!" Ted insisted, twisting and kicking to no avail.

Taking a seat on what seemed like a natural stone (but in truth was a rock that Judith had shaped into a chair months ago) Sandra had all the help she needed (especially from the blonde girl) getting Ted over her lap.

'Think about the money.' Ted told himself. 'Focus on the cash.'

"Now you might not know why yet..." Sandra began. "But it's wrong to look at girls when they don't have clothes on."

The blonde just snorted.

"Oh he knows. He might be young but every boy knows that."

"Let me go!" Ted insisted.

Sandra just brought her palm down on Ted's backside.

Ted yelped, only partly faking his outrage as the pain exploded in his right cheek, the impacting send fat jiggling. Then his plump left cheek was set jiggling. After that the smacks started coming in a steady rain, spreading out all over his chubby little backside.

"No!" Ted screamed. "Stop!"

Not that his protests satisfied the half dressed blonde.

"But he saw my bum. It's not fair."

Sandra looked up from the struggling boy and laughed.

"Fair? What are you? Twelve?"

The blonde girl blushed and looked away. Then she muttered:

"It's still not fair."

"Fine then." Sandra said, yanking down Ted's worn underwear.

Ted protested; not that anyone was listening to his words more than they had his squeals.

"But you're only seeing his bottom." Sandra declared. "And since he's face down that's all you're seeing."

"But he saw more!"

"Oh, grow up." Sandra snapped. "And finish dressing so he won't have anything to look at when I'm done."

Kicking and squealing like he thought a boy would, Ted was mentally cursing. He knew that if he just had a normal magic gene that there would be dozens of ways out of this situation. Or he could have avoided it in the first place. He could have scried on his target and... Better yet, he'd be too busy making real money to bother with bullshit like stealing Sandra's jewellery.

Which had to be the real goal. Putting up a brave face didn't have to be part of the job. In fact...

Ted broke down, crying. Sobbing. Ted told himself that most of it was an act, but he wasn't sure where his act ended and the truth began. His kicking legs slowed and his ragged sobs split the air as Ted signalled his surrender.

Not that the spanking stopped. Not for a while. Apparently Sandra wasn't taking his surrender as a win. That or she thought he hadn't been punished like he should be, so she kept on spanking.

Finally, even the blonde was satisfied that he'd enough.

Smirking, Sandra yanked up Ted's underwear. Enlarging a rip slightly as she did.

Ted pretended that he didn't notice. He lay there sobbing, inconsolable.

Sandra looked around to see judgmental looks. Belatedly she remembered Judith's instructions to only take down the boy's jeans. They were upset about that or they thought that she had gone too far. Far enough to reduce a boy to a quivering pile of jelly on her lap.

"Um, there, there." Sandra muttered, rubbing his back.

To no avail.

Switching tactics, she shifted him so he was sitting up, his weight on his thighs, and hugged him.

"There, there." Sandra said, rubbing his back.

Ted muttered something between his tears. His tacky amulet glowed briefly. Hugging her back, he clutched clumsily at her.

Sandra squirmed a bit as he clutched at her. She wasn't used to children, especially tearful children who were getting snot and tears on her dress.

"Shush. You did a bad thing but you've paid for it." Sandra said. "Now stop running around parks spying on girls. And maybe start doing some exercise. Lose some weight and you won't need to spy on girls. You'll be able to be a girlfriend of your own. Shush. Stop crying."

Ted slowly turned off his tears, sniffed, then scrambled off Sandra's lap, yanked up his jeans, grabbed his bag, and took off running.

The last thing he heard was the blonde girl laughing as she said:

"Look at him run. Look at that jiggling fat jiggle!"


Sandra glanced around, no long seeing looks of condemnation. She nodded to Edna, who was picking up the cup they had worked on.

'Edna's turn this week, my turn soon.' Sandra told herself. 'I still don't know that why Judith insists we do things the old fashion way. But until Judith shares her recipe for Thai som tam this is the only way to get it.'

And it was a good recipe. Put the ingredients into the bowl, trigger the bowl's enchantment, and the spell made one serving of Judith's delicious Thai som tam. Smiling, thinking about the next time it she would add to her collection of Thai som tam bowls, Sandra made her way out of the park.


Still snuffling, Ted made his way to the nearest bathroom and made a modest effort to clean his face. Ducking outside, he produced a back up envelope and went to the parking lot. Near the exit he was able to find a cab. The cab driver took one look at Ted's face and the way he was walking and chuckled.

Ted tried to pretend that he was ignoring the driver, but he wasn't sure that he was a good enough actor to pull that off. Opening the sealed envelope, Ted gave the cabbie the money and read the address off the envelope.

'She didn't have to spank so hard.' Ted thought, searching for a way to sit comfortably.

The address just happened to be close to a bus stop. Once there, Ted ducked onto a bus. Three bus trips later (with him standing rather than sitting), Ted was in the men's room in the library. Locking himself in a stall, he opened his bag and carefully repacked the items within. After removing his normal clothing, Ted stripped off his clothes and willed the spell to end.


Emerging from the stall, Ted looked normal. The spell was gone and his regular body was back.

"Too fucking easy." Ted muttered, ignoring the throbbing in his backside. "And I've still got a couple of spare scryguard scrolls I didn't need to use."

Riding the bus from the library, Ted told himself that he was standing because it was polite to let women (even chimera women) sit while he stood. That it had nothing to do with what he had to do to gain the prize.

Taking the bus to meet a fence, that wasn't classy but Ted thought that it should keep him off the cop's radar.

'Sometimes I hate my life.' Ted thought to himself.

It hadn't been easy; even with boosting his dexterity to superhuman levels it hadn't been child's play to lift the earrings without her noticing that they were leaving her ears.


Twenty minutes later, he made the exchange. Close to five grand for a few hours work. Inside himself Ted knew that if he could do that every day then his inner monologue would have much less to complain about.

'Now what?' Ted mused.

He could go home and relax, but the scryguard spell would last for several hours more and it felt a shame to waste it...

In the end he did go home, but only to clean up and change. And have a meal. And linger over some paperwork. The IRS wasn't to be trifled with and it took cunning to explain the source of his income. But paperwork only lasted so long.

"This is stupid." Ted muttered to himself. "Either I'm doing it or I'm not. Delaying won't change anything."

With that thought fixed in his mind, Ted returned to his 'office'. Stripping off, he couldn't help noticing that most of the colour had faded from his bottom. Picking his clothes, he cast the spell and changed again.


A few hours later

Sandra was frantic. She had returned to her office and gone on her afternoon break before noticing her enchanted jewellery was missing. A search of the office revealed nothing, which meant that the missing items had to be at the park. They had to be. They just had to be.

She couldn't remember taking them off, but she must have. That was the only possible explanation.

Needless to say, she was frantic. It would take thousands, maybe tens of thousands of dollars to replace them. And if she had lost them then Fred would never, ever let her forget it.

Reaching the ceremony spot, Sandra fell to her knees. Crawling on the ground, she ran her fingers through the grass, hoping to find the missing treasures.

"They have to be here." Sandra muttered. "They just have to. They can't be gone."

If they were, Fred wouldn't just rub it in. Fred might be able to get grandfather to disinherit her. If she was out of the will, then she'd have to learn to make due with her salary and that just wasn't going to happen. No, that just wasn't possible.

"They have to be here." Sandra repeated. "They have to."

The sounds of snapping twigs broke through her fugue. Glancing over, Sandra was surprised to see the boy that she had spanked at noon.

"What are you doing here?" Sandra demanded.


Which Ted thought was a good question: What was he doing here? Why had he dressed like Fat Boy and returned to Henning Memorial Park? Why had he had returned to the scene of the crime? Even with the scryguard spell still active that was almost begging to be caught. Ted knew that he didn't want to be caught, but he didn't know what he was doing here.

"Well? Why are ..." Sandra's interrogation was halted by rising hope. "Did you find something earlier today? Are you here to return it?"

Ted wasn't sure why he was here, but he knew that he wasn't here for that.

"Find something lady? Find what?" Ted asked.

"Find... a bracelet, necklace, and matching earrings?" Sandra asked hopefully.

"Sure I found them." Ted laughed, trying for an arrogant boy lilt. "I found them and I gave them to someone. He gave me five for them. Best deal of the day."

"You... But why?"

"I donno. Why did you spank me?" Ted quizzed.

"But..."

Sandra blinked. Her hopes dashed, she knew that the boy had to be making up a story. No one, not even a boy his age, would ever sell that jewellery for a mere five dollars. Even he would see that it was worth more, much more.

"Why would you say something like that?" Sandra demanded, then added: "You're a horrible little boy. Spying on girls and making up stories. Shame on you."

"Well at least I don't go around grabbing kids and spanking them like some weird creep." Ted taunted.

He knew that taunting was the wrong thing to do but he did it anyway. He couldn't help himself. Nor could help adding:

"And whatcha doing back here? Shouldn't you be at work?"

"Maybe I came back to spank you some more." Sandra sneered, the boy's words stirring fear deep inside her.

If she couldn't find those enchanted bangles and if Fred turned grandfather against her, then she might actually need her job. It might stop being a hobby and become her only source of income. Sandra knew that she had to stop that from happening.

"Nah, you wouldn't dare." Ted taunted. "And even if you did you spank like a girl."

Turning her head from him, Sandra returned to searching the grass.

"So your dad handles most of your spankings." Sandra commented. "And you think he spanks harder than me."

"Lady, at last my last birthday party my twelve year old cousin tried to turn my birthday spanking real, and she spanked hard than you do." Ted taunted.

And tried to commit the new facts to memory. Fat Boy had recently had a birthday, Fat Boy had a twelve year old girl cousin, Fat Boy had some real attitude. Not that he planned to wear this persona around Sandra again, but he was a professional and professions didn't make mistakes with their back stories.

"Sure she did." Sandra muttered. "And you weren't crying today. The sun just got in your eyes or something."

"Well at least I'm not the idiot who lost her stuff." Ted replied.

"Shut up." Sandra muttered.

"And who's skipping work." Ted added.

"If you know what's good for you you'll shut up." Sandra snapped.

"And who's probably going to get fired over it." Ted taunted.

"That's it!" Sandra exploded.

She might not be able to find her missing jewellery and she might be facing disinheritance, but there was no way she was going to take any of that from that brat. Not after she had already put him in his place once today. Since he hadn't gone running to his parents he must know that they wouldn't disapprove of what she had done - and maybe if they knew they would give him more at home. Sandra had heard that, that some parents punished their kids for earning punishments outside the house. Not that her parents had been that way (they had used their money to reward or punish her) but Sandra had heard stories.

"So you found it? Better not lose it again." Ted taunted, feigning ignorance of her true meaning.

The fact that she hadn't found anything drove Sandra deeper into a rage.

"You're going to get it!" Sandra exclaimed, rising from her knees to run to where Ted was standing.

Ted fake a panic, then felt a touch of real fear. His emergency amulet was empty; he had drained it to steal Sandra's jewellery and it would take days to recharge. He'd included it with his Fat Boy costume, but at the moment it was mere decoration. The only magical energy he had was his natural supply, and it was down from maintaining the spell. Down to the point that he might not be able to get away if he needed to.

'Do I need to?' Ted wondered.

Sandra was on him before he could answer his own question. Cursing like a wildcat, she dragged him over faux rock.

"... vile mouthed horrible little monster! You're even too fucking heavy to carry." Sandra concluded.

"But you can't." Ted protested weakly.

As he protested, Ted mentally listed off all the spells he could use to escape. Even weakened as he was, he was sure that he could take charge of this encounter if he needed (or wanted) to.

Sandra didn't pause. Still cursing, she undid Ted's jeans. This time his underwear descended with his jeans before she hauled him over her lap. Lost in her rage, Sandra didn't notice Ted assisting her with that, practically climbing onto her lap.

"You shouldn't fucking tease!" Sandra thundered, bringing her palm down hard on Ted's left cheek.

The moment of impact, Ted wondered if he had made a terrible mistake. A calm spanking was one thing, but this one was coming from a wild, out of control woman.

Sandra delivered a flurry of blows, flailing wildly and hurting her palm almost as much as Ted's backside. Which she missed with many of her smacks. Ted squealed and squirmed as her hand made almost as much contact with his legs as it did with her backside.

'This sucks!' Ted thought, trying to mentally review his options. He could paralyse her arm, rendering it useless for a minute. He was sure that the shock of that would be enough for him to get away.

Then Sandra took a deep breath.

"Right. From the top." Sandra declared, and began to deliver a much more controlled spanking. She was still angry and that was adding an extra zing to her zap, but she was no longer out of control.

Ted squealed and wiggled under this more targeted assault, but he stopped mentally rehearsing the paralyse limb spell.

All of Sandra's angry over losing those items, all of her fears of the possible repercussions, and all of her worries about the future slowly left her as she poured her emotions in to spanking the rude boy who had taunted her over the loss of her jewellery (and possibly the loss of her future).


Ted was actually crying, shedding real tears, before she stopped. There was no pretence that acting was behind his wet face. She had spanked him to tears, using only her hand. Ted couldn't help wondering if there would be bruises (especially on his leg) but bruises didn't matter at the moment. All that mattered was the throbbing in his backside.

"There, there." Sandra muttered absentmindedly.

She rubbed his back as he lay heavily over her lap. Part of her wondered how much the kid weighed, but a bigger part of her mind was wondering who she was comforting. Was her 'there, there' directed at the sobbing boy or at herself?

At some point during the spanking, Sandra accepted that her search was a hopeless one. The jewellery was gone. The gorgeous items with their enchantments were gone forever. Her life might be wrecked, it might not be, and there wasn't enough magic in the world to fix that.

Magic.

"Divination spells!" Sandra exclaimed, leaping to her feet.

Ted found himself face down on the grass as Sandra sprinted away.

"Fuck that bitch." Ted sobbed. "No spell is going to find nothing."


Cleaning himself up a bit, Ted again made his way to the nearest bathroom. After that, his return home was much less circuitous than his trip to his fence, allowing him to reach home before having to renew his spell again.

Once he was home, and in his own body, Ted had a lot of time to think.


"If you could just show me your palm?"

Sandra hesitated. Madame Olga was a registered diviner and Sandra's palm was still red from giving that awful brat a spanking in the park. Would the mystic be able to tell why Sandra's palm was flush? Even if Madame Olga didn't use a spell, she must have seen countless hands and would know why a hand looked like Sandra's did.

"I'm not looking for clues about my future or signs of a destiny." Sandra said. "Isn't a crystal ball better at finding things?"

Madame Olga frowned.

"I told you I needed a better photo for a seeker spell and the crystal doesn't work like a camera. I see what I see then puzzle out its meaning, and I'm better at chiromancy than crystal-gazing."

"I prefer the crystal." Sandra informed the mystic. "And I'm used to getting what I pay for."

Madame Olga didn't quite grumble as she fetched out a 2-inch crystal and worked the magic.

An hour later, Madame Olga frowned.

"What is it?" Sandra asked. "Did you see where I lost them?"

"You lost nothing." Madame Olga informed her. "The items, they were taken from you."

"Stolen? How?"

"By magic." Madame Olga informed her. "Magic that conceals the thief from sight."

"An invisible thief? But... Fred! It has to be Fred! Only Fred would hire a pro like that." Sandra exclaimed.

"Not invisible; unseen by me." Madame Olga clarified.

Not that Sandra was listening.

"Oh that tears it! I'm going to get Fred back. If I act now, before he talks to grandfather, then I can..."

"Unseen because of..." Madame Olga tried to inform her.

"I don't care about the spell he used." Sandra snapped. "Blur, hide, invisibility - the spell doesn't matter. No, if I can get to grandfather first... Yes! That will work."

Then Sandra was gone, rushing out before Madame Olga could give her the rest of the information.

"Rude girl." Madame Olga tsked. "Should it matter to her that she spanked someone hidden the same way?"

At least Madame Olga assumed Sandra had. Those flailing motions indicated spanking, didn't they? But the picture had been so unclear.

"Maybe she spanked that Fred guy." Madame Olga mused. "Maybe not. She didn't stay, I didn't get a chance to say, so it's time for the next client."


That night, Ted's inner monologue was silent as he slowly fell asleep. Before he drifted off, he wondered if it was because the position he was sleeping in.

'Maybe sleeping on my stomach is better than sleeping on my back?'

Then night and dreams claimed him.

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That's it? He turns himself into a fat boy and gets spanked? All that magic he has and he doesn't turn into a cop and start spanking girls? Why not?

But this was better than Harry Potter,

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Thank you for taking the time to comment.

This is more story than spanking spanking. I was mentally playing around with the world and thinking about how to employee it when I thought about this plot. The main character is unsympathetic and could have made a great villain, but he's also just looking for his pie in the sky.

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This story was edited, repaired, and generally fixed on April 13.

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