Bystanders on a Train

[goodgulf]

Bystanders on a Train

On a warm summer evening, on a train bound for nowhere, I met up with Jackie, a girl who was travelling alone and ready for an adventure. Or at least some serious flirting, flirting that became more serious after some double entendre involving the importance of carrying a hairbrush with you when travelling.

The train was mostly empty but somehow we ended up sitting next to each other. I can't remember how we got into that conversation, but somehow we got into the bystander effect. The theory that if one or two people see something they might interfere but if a crowd sees it then everyone assumes that someone else will do something - so everyone does nothing.


"I just don't believe it." Jackie asserted.

"I could name countless studies supporting it." I countered.

But Jackie didn't care about studies.

We went around in circles, with her getting more and more annoying, when finally I offered to prove it to her.

"Okay, here's an example." I said. "I bet you that I could swing you over my lap and give you a spanking. A real, honest to god spanking, and that no one on the train would do anything. That they'll either assume I'm doing it because there's a reason or that they'll think someone else will step in."

"But that's not just the effect." Jackie countered. "Besides, what reason could you have?"

I shrugged.

"Maybe we're lovers playing a game." I suggested. "Or maybe, you look young enough that maybe someone would think you're my niece or something and I have a right to spank you."

I hadn't asked her age and I am getting along a bit in years. Maybe she was young enough to be a niece? I didn't like thinking about. Too many trips around the sun. It's weird how sometimes I still felt like a teenager when those heady days are more than a decade in the past - and growing farther away with every day.

Jackie blushed a bit at that. Whether the lover bit or me pointing out the age difference, I'm not sure, but a hint of rose entered her cheeks.

"You said you'd bet me." Jackie said. "What are the odds?"

"Odds? Okay, let's see. If someone interferes we head to the bar car and I buy for the rest of the night. If no one interferes then I get to finish spanking you. Sound like a deal?"

"Odds like that on a bet I can't lose? I hope you have money because I just got thirsty." Jackie taunted.

"Then let's fold the arm rests up and make some room." I suggested. "Then you get over my lap and I start spanking. Only you can't demand that I stop; you do that and you'll be throwing the bet."

I think she surprised herself when she agreed. I'm pretty sure she was surprised when I raised her summer dress. I know damn well that she was surprised when after a couple of smacks I yanked her panties down. But she kept to her end of the bargain, she never once screamed for me to stop as I spanked her bottom red.

Afterwards, with her tears she looked so young and vulnerable that I sat her on my lap. Forcing her to put weight on her red bottom.

"You see?" I whispered to her. "I spanked you over and over and no one did anything. They all expected someone else to do something so no one did anything. And as no one else stepped forward it reinforced that each of them was right in not stepping forward. Now I'm heading off to the bathroom. Care to join me there?"

Tears in her eyes, she shook her head no.


As I said, I'm not getting any younger. Even with Jackie inspiring me it took me longer than I thought it would. By the time I left the bathroom, Jackie was deep in talk with a woman.

Not wanting to interfere, I took a seat near the rear of the car. Then it became clear that Jackie had explained the bystander effect when the woman said in a loud voice:

"Well young lady, I've got a hairbrush back in my sleeping compartment. What do you say I take you back there and we get to the bottom this? Right now missy."

When the woman rose she had something in her hand. Even from this distance I could recognise Jackie's panties. When Jackie rose the woman took her by the arm and marched her down the length of the car. Watching Jackie walk with tears on her face, knowing that she had nothing under that thin sundress, that was a wonderful sight.

But I had to interrupt it. As they approached, I rose to intercept them.

Then Jackie muttered: "You don't count for this bet. It has to be someone else."

With those words I sat, only to rise a few minutes later.

When you're on a train there's the constant low roar of movement, but you learn to turn that out. As I walked through the sleepers, I turned it out enough to hear the whack of a hairbrush meeting bare skin. And I wasn't the only one to hear it. A member of the train's staff hear it and remarked that it was a shame that some kids got so bored on trains that they got up to mischief and needed to be seen to in such a firm way. The man was clearly jaded when it came to the sounds of spanking.


I returned to my original seat, wondering when (or if) Jackie would return. Rather than her returning, the woman who had escorted Jackie away arrived and collected Jackie's luggage.

"It seems that I specified a much more enjoyable forfeit." The woman said. "But if she was up for a night with me she might not have been up for a night with you. Specially since you don't have a room. Oh, she wanted you to have these."

I accepted Jackie's underwear, pocketing them.

"And if you'd like to see a pretty sight, come by compartment 7 in twenty minutes. Knock twice, then once, then twice and I'll open the door."

What could I say to that?


I gave the knock then waited. When the door opened I saw a wondrous sight. There was Jackie, bound, gagged, blindfolded, and naked but for a diaper of all things. The woman explained that Jackie was a gusher and that in case Jackie 'wets' again the diaper would be there to catch it. The sounds of that light voice was enough to stir Jackie to struggle slightly, but the woman merely stroked Jackie's petite bosom and said in a soft voice that everything was all right, that no man was going to put anything into any of Jackie's holes tonight.

I took that as my cue to leave. As soon as the door was closed I heard it being locked.


Thinking back, I probably should have picked a better forfeit. Which is why, when I travel overnight by rail, I always book a bed. You never know who might end up sharing it.

Goodgulf

[Often123]

Not just one, but two good train stories.

[goodgulf]

At one point I wrote several train spanking stories, but most of them weren't worth the effort to edit. I'll see about diving back into them and seeing if I can salvage any of them.

Goodgulf

[thepreacherswife]

Nice story. Are you a Kenny Rogers fan? That first line, just sayin'.

[goodgulf]

Yes, that first line was inspired by:

On a warm summer evening
On a train bound for nowhere
I met up the Gambler....

It's been years, maybe longer, since I last heard that song and it still sticks with me. Several of his story songs are like that. A song that tells a story can stick inside your head long after bubble gum pop songs are history.

Goodgulf

[fatherjim_99]

Dear Goodgulf,

What a wonderful story! When the lady marched her to her room, I would have died right then and there watching her go! Such a great premise, and a great open end to the tale! Thanks for sharing!

Jim

[goodgulf]

I'm glad you enjoyed it.

Goodgulf