Orazio (Vol. 1) Orazio and the Isis hormone.

The wrath of Orazia

Suddenly it's as if you've won the lottery. You and Orazio go dancing, you go to the beach, you drive around town in Jane's fancy cars (she seems to have an unlimited number of them).

You never do anything crazy, but you feel very good about having this carefree life for the moment. You don't even think about the future and you don't care.

Of course there is a price. Orazio has to sleep with Jane from time to time. Then there are those nasty scenes where Jane spanks Orazio. He often cries during these. You try to look away, but you're in a vulnerable position so you often end up watching. You don't know how he can stand it.

All that makes you feel bad, not only for Orazio, but also for yourself. You have to share Orazio with that woman, watch how she humiliates him and you can't do anything to avoid it. In a way it's as if your new life full of luxury and fun is at the expense of the boy you love. And you feel remorse. You would like to silence the voice of your conscience, but you cannot.

There are also the gymnastics classes that Orazio takes with Mrs. Carrillo. For some reason Orazio doesn't want you to join him and you know he hates those classes, but he refuses to tell you why. You imagine it has something to do with his creepy, lecherous gym teacher once again.

But you prefer not to ask any more questions on the matter.

And things keep getting worse. One day, after lunch, Jane asks you and Orazio to accompany her to her study. Jane orders you to close the door once the three of you are inside. She seems angry about something.

"I want to have a serious talk with the both of you." She says.
"Sure," you reply.
"It's about our relationship."
"What about it?" Orazio immediately replies.
"You shut up," Jane says angrily to Orazio. "This conversation is between me and Orazia."
"Yes, yes, whatever," Orazio says.

Jane shoots a furious glare at Orazio. "Very well. This will help us define the role each of us has to assume." then turns to you. "As his babysitter you must not allow Orazio to talk to me that way."
"Who says?" you ask. "He's been an asshole to me a few times, too."

Jane nods slowly and walks over to her desk. She pulls a brush out of the top drawer. "A good babysitter has to make herself respected." she says and hands you the brush.
"What's this for?" you ask. "Am I supposed to brush his hair?"

Jane laughs out loud.

"No, it's for you to spank him with." she says.
"What?" you say.
"Come on, it wouldn't be the first time. Or don't you remember what happened the first time you dined in this house? Come on, Orazio has been earning a good hiding. Do your duty, Orazia." she says.
"I don't know..." you say.
"You don't know?" Jane says in disbelief. "You don't know how to spank a man?"
"It's not really something I need to know," you say.
"You did pretty well that night, from what I remember." Jane says. "And don't play nice, I know perfectly well you enjoyed doing it" she says smiling and looking at you defiantly.
"Alright," you sigh and take the brush.
"Let's begin," Jane says with relish.

You grab Orazio by the arm. He doesn't put up any kind of resistance, he just looks at the ground in shame.

You hesitate.

Orazio looks at you out of the corner of his eye and nods slightly as if to say, "Okay. Do it."

You lift him up so that he stands on his toes and then swing the brush forward to hit his bottom.

"Not bad, but pants off." says Jane with a mixture of sternness and delight.

You shake your head in frustration and bite your lower lip. You think that what Jane is asking you is not right, but in an irrepressible impulse you yank down the sweatpants Orazio is wearing followed by his boxer shorts.