The diary of Francis entry #10

[Francis]

Dear diary,

I waited for hours until I was quite sure Jane the hermaphrodite was asleep in the next room. I slid my lithe and supple body out from the warmth of the comforter and tip-toed across the room to the closet. I was in need of clothing (father would have a fit if I were seen running around London naked) and anything would do.

I dropped down from the window onto the lush grass. It tickled my feet and reminded me of games the colored boy and I would play back home. I couldn’t wait to get back there.

I was always a sheltered boy, father said he wouldn’t see his little prince corrupted by the filth of society, but even I was savvy enough to know a 15 year old boy with ruby lips and a pert bottom shouldn’t go wandering about London in the dead of night. I had already learned my lesson earlier with the angry school boy rejects gang.

It never crossed my mind, diary, that a school girl might encounter similar problems.

As I hurried down cherry St. I adjusted the mini skirt and pink halter top that clung to my body like a second skin. Both garments were just large enough to hide my two sexual appendages. I paused in front of a shop window with the phrase “Spank bank” written across it, and checked myself out. I was quite a dish, as Beatrice would say, and any bloke would be lucky to have me, but I was only for father. I briefly wondered what kind of bank would invest in spankings and thought maybe father could take me here when I was naughty. The thought tickled my loins and I knew I had to be careful; my tally whacker(s) had to stay hidden.

Just as I rounded the corner I heard a gruff feminine voice to my side call out: “Blimey, what the bloody hell do you think you’re doing, you skank!”

I looked over and saw a colored woman who was so dark, like the chocolate I would smear on my thighs and make Percy lick clean, that I wanted to apologize to her on behalf of life for being so cruel. “Pardon me, miss?” I said in a sweet voice. She walked to me, followed by several other women, some white and some yellow. They were all at least a head taller than me.

“This is our turf. If you want to work this corner then your lily white ass is going to work for me.”

“How dare you,” I said “do you have any idea whom my father is?!” By this time the scantily clad whores had encircled me and I could smell the semen and musk oozing from their pores.

“We could use a tiny little white bitch like you. Our clients are into that sort of thing, you know.”

“I’m afraid you’re mistaken, you trollop, I’m not a street walker like you and yours. My name is Francis, I’m a school boy and I’m going home to father.” The women all glanced at each other, communicating with their eyes.

“A school boy, huh? That’s even better. You know these pedophiles that come cruising here late at night are into the underage boy flesh. None of us can fulfill our clients gay rape fetish. You’re going to be our new money maker.

And so diary, my road to father hit another bump. The colored woman and leader of the night walkers, Sandy, tells me what to do now. She says to forget about father and try not to clench, but I’m finding both to be impossible.

It’s been three days now and my bottom is sore. Escape seems to be impossible. Every night after I’m used Sandy takes me to the cellar of the spank bank and locks me down to the sticky floor. She says it’s ok, that a little bitch white boy can’t get pregnant, but I don’t believe her. Father always said I can do anything I put my mind to.

Be strong father, as I am being strong for you. Someday soon we will be reunited, and when that day comes I’ll show you all the tricks I’ve learned from my time spent at the spank bank.

[THEINCREDIBLEdork]

10/10, just as good as the first entries, you trollop.

[Orgazmo]

Hi Francis. I'm glad you've returned.

[Ironic Mustache]

I myself feel lightly school girlish after reading that. Oh Francis! Your hijinx have been sorely missed.

[Heaven Can Wait]

Reading that gave me a chubby.

[Mr. Blonde]

I can't read it because i'm in a lab right now and i'd be lying if I said I didn't feel like a child molester reading it. But I do love it. Can someone bump the previous francis threads por favor?

[f3lix]

Go to the Hall of Fame threads you lazy ass

[Mr. Blonde]

or a simple, [omit]friendly,[/omit} suggestion for the hall of fame threads will do.

[f3lix]

fuck off, kangaroo