HUNTING

BY STRICTNRUFF

It took a special strategy for him to find what he was looking
for. That special mix of love and hatred, attraction and anger,
sadism and masochism that somehow runs like a golden thread
through the lives of certain women. Divorced women, abandoned
women.

The kind of women who are, or better said were, totally obsessed
by their love for one man. So much obsessed that they'd follow
their partner blindly, never questioning, never doubting. Willing
to bear His child, seeing Him in their newborn baby's eyes,
adoring the baby as it was an intregal part of His love for her.

And then, inevitably, came the day that he didn't come home. Or
he came home and made a big fight, telling her that he was fed up
with her, or even that he never really loved her, how could she
ever have thought...

Following that scene there was desperation, and then hatred, pure
hatred. Hatred turned towards herself, how she had been so blind,
but much more towards him whom she trusted, who so suddenly
dumped her for someone much prettier, someone free, without
having to be a nagging housewife, without being responsibel for
that damn kid who keeps on whining.

Jealousy, if only she hadn't gotten pregnant perhaps he'd still
find her attractive. Anger to be home alone with a nagging kid.
And more than that, a kid whose face looked just like him who
abandoned her. That hateful face that she once loved. Anger
towards him turned into anger towards her daughter, no, his
daughter. He meant nothing to her anymore, and neither did his
damn kid. Why the hell didn't he take her with him when he left?
Every time she looked at her she saw his face. And she saw the
hatred of his face that he showed before leaving her. Hatred for
her being an obstacle on the road to his new true love.

And yes, that hatred also was present in the face of his damn
kid. She'd said it, more than once. "Daddy wouldn't have left us
if you'd been nicer to him, it's all your fault he left". The
first time she heard those words out of the mouth of their
daughter, of his daughter, she cringed, wondering if there was
some truth in those words. Later she didn't care, truth or not,
it was clear that she couldn't get him back no matter what. And
he sure didn't care to see his kid back either. She was stuck
with her, there was no way out. Trapped. Trapped to stay home,
trapped for not being able to find someone new. What man would
care to start a relationship with her finding an 11 year old brat
in her home as evidence of her previous life? Sure, she didn't
look like a teenage virgin anymore, but that's a long stretch
from where she was now... Stuck with a damn kid who should be
taught a lesson or two. Who should learn that mothers are nice
and fathers are bastards. Why the hell did that damn brat think
the opposite? Why had her dad been so nice to her before he left
making it even worse for her to accept his departure?

Such type of a mother is what Tim was looking for. Normally
mothers tend to be overly protective of their kids, but not in
situations like these. Situations when they hated their kids for
their insolence, for their blaiming her for the loss of their
"holy dad" and for their faces who are a painful reminder of her
loss.

Desparate Housewives, Desparate Abandoned Housewives, there are
lots of them if you cared to look closer. Surely, none of them
would tell you straight in your face how they hated their kids.
But it's a matter of observation in simple places like a
supermarket. Look at their reaction when their little daughters
ask for some breakfast cereal or a candy bar. Or better still,
look with longing eyes for such things but haven't the courage to
ask. Mothers, always in a hurry, never saying a kind word to
anyone, looking tired and frustrated.

That's exactly how he found her, Linda. A 29 year old teacher,
tired of being nagged at both at home and at her work. Voices of
kids that even terrorized her at night in living color
nightmares. Why did she ever decide to become a teacher? She was
jealous of her collegues in other states where paddling was still
allowed. The only thing she could do was making some biting
remarks but most of the time she got a smartass answer in return.
Sending them out of the classroom was no option after the
principal indicated clearly that such things weigh heavily when
decisions on new contracts were made. She hated her work so much
that she'd been dreaming of just getting out, taking the next bus
out to California, starting a new life on her own. But she knew
that that wouldn't work, they'd come after her for having
abandoned "her" little girl.

That little girl who made life at home as much as a hell as it
was at school. No, she wasn't really that disobedient but those
eyes, those damn eyes, His eyes, watching her, observing her,
hating her for having "forced her daddy out". She told her a
million times that it was him who walked out on her but Heather's
silent eyes told her that she didn't believe a word of what she
said. There were days that she felt almost able to strangle her,
but most of the time she wanted her to suffer just as much as she
did, or perhaps a bit more. Why hadn't her daddy disciplined her
as so many daddies do? Perhaps then she'd be glad that he left
instead of blaiming her for it.

In WallMart he'd met them, first accidentally in the store, later
he'd made sure to be right behind them in the check out line. Not
that tings were easy: more than once such an unhappy housewife
turned out to be unhappily married. Or she'd reply to his avances
in the same irritated way that she responded to her daughter's
presence. But this time he was lucky: while pressing his shopping
cart into the back of the little daughter she briskly turned
around and while doing so she wiped some smaller items on the
floor. While her mother turned around angrily, he pulled his cart
back and picked the stuff up and placed it back. Of course her
mother hadn't known that he caused the mishap, and while
apoligizing and thanking him she looked angrily at her daughter
who didn't dare to reply.

That was his chance to show sympathy for Linda's plight saying
that it sure was hard to keep a girl that age in line, and how
surely things were easier for her when her husband came along at
such occasions? "Dont talk of him: the bastard left me stuck with
her" was her brief reply. After showing her a grimace of sympathy
he remained silent, not wanting to attract any more attention
from the people around them. When they left he quicly paid the
package of paper napkins he'd bought and dashed right after them.

"Could I offer you some dinner tonight?" he asked. Linda seemd to
think a bit. "I don't even know your name" she said. "I'm sorry,
how rude of me, my name is Tim. How about it?" "What are you
planning to cook?" she asked. "Well, ehm, to be honest, the only
thing I can cook is a phone to get some pizzas ordered" he said.
"Well, that's why the napkins", she smiled and said that he'd
better come to their house for a meal. "Let's say at eight". She
gave him the address and they left.

That evening he came, fancily dressed and with a large bouquet of
roses to their house at Coven Avenue. Heather opened the door for
him, and he sure liked what he saw. Instead of the thick winter
coat and jeans that she'd been wearing in the store, she now was
clad in a simple cotton nightie, apparently ready for bed. He
formally shook her hand rather wildly, and while doing so
observed that there was enough movement in the chest area to
indicate that she was a girl in possession of little titties that
seemed to wobble along with the movement of her right arm. But
for the time being it seemed best to ignore her, focusing on her
mom Linda only.

She had cooked a wonderful dinner, and the whole house smelled
wonderful. So it wasn't hard to make some honest compliments
while offering her the bundle of flowers. She accepted them
gracefully and treated him as if he were a long lost friend.
During dinner she repeatedly and eagerly replied to his questions
and remarks on the hardships of single parenthood. "You're so
right", she said, "there are times that that little bitch is
driving me nuts. It ain't easy to keep kids like her in line
these days!"

He looked at Heather. She looked straight down at her dish, and
only the redness of her face and her front teeth biting her lower
lip betrayed how she felt at her mother's humiliating words. He
rarely saw a girl look more vulnerable, frightened and therefore
innocently sexy. He felt a hardon growing and decided to first
pay more attention to Linda. It seemed all too easy, but he knew
from experience that he'd need to wait if he didn't want to loose
all. So he merely confirmed the things she said, confirmning that
if one wants a child to behave properly the issues of discipline
should never be taken lightly. "That's not easy for a single
mother", she said with a cunning smile. It was evident that they
had found one another. "Please don't hesitate to call on me,
anytime I can be of help I will" he said.

Ignoring the her frightened eyes he openly looked at the little
girl in her cotton nighty, sitting right in front of him. Two
little points seemed to press against the white material, it
wasn't very warm in the room and he wondered if her little
nipples stood out from the cold or from fear. She saw him look,
and so did her mother. A faint but trumphant smile on her face
betrayed how she enjoyed this tiny bit of little girl
humiliation. She just knew that this was only the beginning.
She'd make sure of that!

After they finished dessert she ordered the little girl to clear
the table. He enjoyed looking at her bouncing little titties
while she walked back and forth between the table and the
dishwashing machine. He tried to see panty lines under the cotton
of her nighty but the material was too stiff and too loose to be
sure. And even though the nighty was quite short, she always bent
down in such a way that he merely saw her in profile, always
keeping her panty area covered. Her mother noticed and frowned.
In vain.

But then it happened: in her nervousness she hadn't noticed the
knife between two dishes, and it fell with a loud noice to the
ground, soiling it with some of the mashed potatoes that were
stuck to it. In panic the little girl stooped down and in a flash
he saw some very bare thigh, very high up almost reaching her
buttocks. Linda cursed at her and it was clear that the little
girl wouldn't be finished with merely mopping up the
potato-morsels. After she was finished she closed the machine and
fearfully waited for the things to come.

Linda decided not to rush into things. Sure, she could have
ordered her little girl to strip naked for an embarassing
spanking of sorts but then there was nothing left to look forward
to. But she was eager to make a start. So she called the girl to
stand next to her chair, between her and Tim, and then bent her
across her lap. As a consequence the nighty rode up, first
displaying her upper thighs and then the lower part of her
buttocks. She wasn't wearing panties as far as he could see. Or
it might be a string!

He didn't get a chance to find out as her mother gave her some
intentionally half hearted spanks and then released her. Red
faced for shame she immediately bolted up, covering her buttocks
by pulling down her nighty in back. "Time to bring the little
girl to bed" said Linda, inviting Tim to come along. She sent
Heather first up the stairs and pushed Tim right behind her so he
would have a good look up her nighty while she walked up. She had
tried to refuse by letting Tim go first but of course both adults
ordered her to go first. He looked at her only slightly reddened
bottom as they walked up. "That will be the last time she'll get
off so lightly" he wishfully thought, not yet fully realizing
that that's exactly the reaction that Linda had hoped for.

******

Shortly after they put Heather to bed Tim left. Linda told him
that she had to do a lot of correction work for school. Before he
left however she repeated how pleased she was at the prospect of
him helping to control her little daughter. She said to be sure
that he knew exactly what that little insolent creature of hers
needed. There was no doubt left: Linda really got exited at the
thought of him roughing her little daughter up a bit. It was up
to him to find out where her limits where, and if he could
stretch those limits to get to where he wanted. He had been in
similar situations before, and he knew that he needed to proceed
with caution as long as he should avoid at all cost that Linda
would be shocked at the severity of his disciplinary measures. He
had been accused of being a sadist more than once, and that
inevitably meant the end of his practices.

Nevertheless, his mind was free, and while driving home he almost
wet his pants thinking how he could get his hands on that
helpless little girl, doing things like exposing, slapping,
pinching and bruising her little titties with all the power he
had in his fingers, and doing the works on her tiny little pussy,
spanking her full force with his hands or belt. The question
merely was if Linda would go along with all he did, or if het had
to think of ways to become her regular babysitter.

But that was still a long way off, and perhaps that's better so.
If he knew for sure he could do all he wanted, she'd miss out on
the many delicacies of humiliation, fear and embarassment that he
had in store for her. Step buy step, embarassing her each time a
little more, making her go through hell, exposing her bit by bit,
first only to him, and then later to the world. Being a mere toy
in his hands, helpless, powerless, desparately afraid of what
might come next.

The next day he waited anxiously for Linda to phone him. He'd
never call her after the first date, wanting her to know and
acknowledge that it's him she needed. And he didn't need to wait
long; right after school hours the phone rang. He knew it was
her, and a big smile came to his face when Linda told him that
she wanted to talk about Heather. If he'd like to come over again
for dinner? She'd make it real special.

The same time as last night he rang the doorbell. And again
Heather was opening the door, this time hiding right behind it.
It didn't take him long to understand why. In spite of the wintry
weather and the relatively low temperature in the house, the
little girl was only dressed in a virtually transparent gauze
little nightgown and matching string panties. The little triangle
in front hid what he wanted to see most, but after forcing her to
walk in front of him he sure enjoyed seeing her bare buttocks and
back through the nighty. Small, tight, rubbery little buns, just
made for the stuff he'd want to dish out.

Just looking at her perfect near-naked backside made him almost
cum in his pants. He was eager like hell to get to the table so
he could see her frontside too. Her perky little titties,
helplessly exposed to his eyes once she had to start eating using
her fork and knife. How big would they really be? And what about
her nipples? Big or small, proudly sticking out or wrinkled up
like those of an undeveloped little girl? How would she react to
his gazing at her?

After hugging Linda and kissing her he turned back at her. She
was sitting down indeed, but behind her crossed arms he also
noted some white material. The sheer little nighty appeard to be
not so sheer in front, and covered most of her little chest with
a solid white cloth. So it was only her back that got exposed
this time. Linda had been observing im from the moment he came
in. She too didn't really know how far she could go. So many men
seemed to be real disciplinarians but when thetime came they
didn't only shy away but sometimes even accused her of child
abuse and threatened to report her. This was only a test, and it
was clear that Tim had passed! His greedyness, followed by his
obvious disappointment, it said all. Dinner went by rather
uneventfull, they spoke of nothing important, and when he made
some reference to last night's conversation she gestured that
they'd talk later, alone. He was looking foreward to the Hend of
dinner, assuming that just like last night Heather would have to
clear the table. An indeed that's how it happened, the girl
seemed to want to say "do I really have to?" but one look at her
mother's face convinced her that that would be the wrong thing to
say. So with a blushing red face she stood op, avoiding his eyes
and trying to be as efficient as possible carrying the dishes to
the dishwasher, well knowing how this strange man was watching
her near-nudity while she walked away from the table.

When she got back to the table he even detected some tears in her
eyes. She clearly hated being so horribly exposed. "Tim, believe
me, there's no better way to remind her how close she is to her
next spanking", her mother added to her humiliation. Tim agreed,
of course, and they agreed to talk more when Heather was in bed.
The mere thought of how her mother would be talking to a perfect
stranger about disciplining her near-naked body was something
that gave Heather gooseflesh. But the knowledge that they'd
discuss it when she was upstairs made her outright panicky. What
was her mother up to? What did she want this awful man to do to
her? If only she knew where her real daddy was, she'd run off
immediately. But she didn't know, and to be honest, even though
she loved her daddy she had come to accept that her mother was
right: he didn't only abandon mer mom but also his little
daughter. She was lost, helpless, in the claws of a mother who
hated her and this strange man who seemed to love talking about
discipline and seeing her partly undressed, drinking in her
humiliation with his eyes. What would be next? Could she do
something to make them split up? What were they going to do to
her?

******

Heather had been put to bed as quickly as possible. It was clear
that Linda intended to spend the better part of the evening
talking with him. Tim, in turn, had remained passive for two
nights in a row, and he was anxious to see how the discussion
would develop. He knew that in terms of spanking she'd welcome
his participation. And of course he didn't fail to notice that
she likeiond to humiliate the kid by exposing her nearly naked
backside to him. Needless to say that he felt free to talk a lot
more openly with Linda now.

So when they sat down he started a bit bluntly: "What a nice
little butt your daughter has. She sure hated to show me, though.
Has she been wearing thongs for a long time?" She started to grin
at his question. "I knew you'd appreciate the gesture. No, she
hasn't worn them at all until you came into our lives. I bought
one a few weeks ago, but it appeared to be too little for me. So
after inviting you yesterday I told Heather to wear them. She
hated it, and thought up all kinds of excuses to refuse but I
didn't budge. In fact I told her that if she wouldn't put them on
I'd strip her stark naked before your very eyes. Only then she
gave in."

"Too bad", Tim said with a naughty smile. "Dont't worry, your
time will come. Perhaps even sooner than you expect. I want the
little brat to know the power of a real man like you. I want you
to dominate her, humiliate her, punish her beyond anything she
could ever imagine. Will you be a hard teacher to her?"

"You mean that you really want me to rough her up a little when
she needs it?" he asked. She grinned. "Forget 'a little', I want
you to lay it on her as hard as you can. And as refined as I'm
sure you know how. Did you see her embarassment when you could
see her naked little ass? I'm sure you know of more and better
ways to get her attention."

"You bet I do. Do I get your full permission no matter what I
do?" She thought a moment, and said "well, let's say anything
that doesn't leave permament scars or that would attract the
attention of Child Protection folks. Is that good enough?"

"Fair deal, but of course there will be times that you'd better
call her in sick rather than sending her to school with bruises."
Again she considered. "Only if you'd take care of her. I can't
afford missing out on teaching days just staying at home for the
little brat. Can you stay with her when I'm off to work?"

That was music to his eyes. The very thing he'd been hoping for.
"Sure I can, don't you worry about a thing. If you like I could
even start a home schooling program for her so she wouldn't need
to go to school at all anymore!"

Her eyes lightened up, such a generous offer she had't expected.
But she needed to think out the consequences. After all she only
knew him for a couple of days. What if they didn't get along? She
decided to be very blunt. Offering him another drink she stayed
right next to his chair, fumbling a bit to embrace him after he'd
finished his glass. He responded immediately. "Let's go to bed"
she said, a bit nervously, worrying that he might not be
interested. But he was, and together they went up to her bedroom.

After a long period of celibacy she sure loved making love to
him, but when he was getting a little rougher she wispered
something in his ear. He nodded, showing an understading face.
"You better save that for my little one" she had said. He
wondered, if she only meant the slapping or also the sex. But it
seemed better to wait a bit on that subject. Perhaps it sounds
crazy, but to discipline a little girl was a helluva lot more
exiting to him than actually putting his dick into her.

******

The next morning they got up together. He wasn't really used to
sleeping with a partner anymore. He didn't know if her tossing
and turning had kept kept him from sleeping more deeply, or if it
were his feverish dreams about the things that lay ahead of him.
So very early in the morning he made enough noise for Linda to
wake up too. At first grumpy, she asked him why he was up so
early, but then she accepted and liked the fact that they had
some precious time together before the dag began. After telling
each other what they'd be doing that day, Tim decided to be a
little more blunt. "How do you think we'd start best teaching
Heather some manners? Do you have any suggestions or would you
rather that I'd come up with a plan?"

After some thinking Linda suggested that they'd go to Heather's
room, and "help her wash and get dressed" into her school
uniform. Tim liked the idea at first but then realized that it
would destroy her sense of modesty all at once. He knew from
experience that most little girls would adapt rapidly to being
seen nude by a father figure even if they at first were forced to
be. He liked the slow sequence of ever increasing incidences of
humiliation. At first a little gir felt deadly ashamed for him
having seen her panties under her short skirt. Then a couple of
missing buttons of her blouse, later perhaps a wide sleeveless
T-shirt that showed her budding titties once she was forced to
bend over, and so on. In fact he felt it had been a mistake that
he had seen her near-naked backside last night. Even that was a
little too fast to his taste, but he was sure there was much,
much more to enjoy. Humiliation is like a good expensive wine, it
should be sipped , not gulped down, bit by bit for fullest
enjoyment. It was of greatest importance to make the right start.

Linda suggested that he'd come to their place at four that
afternoon. She'd make sure that something would come up for him
to start his first careful discipline session. At his request she
agreed to leave the place for some shopping before he would
start. In turn he promised her that he'd not doo anything drastic
at all, and even nothing so exciting that she'd have wanted to
witness his firs discipline session. It was more a matter of a
first breaking of the ice, letting little Heather understand that
he now had some power over her without her being able to grasp
the full meaning of that.

All day long Tim had been thinking of that first beautiful moment
that was about to take place that afternoon. In fact he already
was near the house, and when he saw Linda and her daughter turn
the corner he saw in Linda's face how plesed she was to see him.
Heather seemed somewhat depressed, and only when they walked into
the house he found out why.

"I've had a word with Linda's teacher today, and he told me that
she's not beingattentive enough at school. Her grades for math
and science have been falling and he told me that it's just a
matter of lazyness and ill will: she's smart enough to be an
A-student but she's just too damn lazy. Her teacher told me that
I'd have to be a lot stricter with her if she is to remain at
that school at all. Behind Heather's back she winked an eye at
him, very satisfied about her own very convincing performance.
"It's time for some serious changes in this little lady's
behavior".

Heather wanted to slip up to her room to change out of her school
clothes but Tim called her back. Surprised that he'd order her to
come back she initially seemed to refuse. "Who do you think you
are, I don't have to listen to you!" Immediately she seemed
shocked at her own boldness, and fearfully she looked down.

Those thoughtlessly uttered words seemed to Linda a perfect
reason for some good harsh discipline. She grabbed her little
daughter by her arm and wanted to unbutton her school uniform.
But Tim stopped her. " Why..." He interrupted her immediately. He
seemed to pretend to help the little girl by saying: "Linda, why
don't you let me handle this. You're too tired and too upset."

"But she needs a good hard spanking, don't you see that? I want
her to strip butt naked, right here in front of you, and then I
want you to whip the hell out of her. That should teach her a
lesson." "No Linda, that's no good, spanking a little girl in
anger. Calm down please and let me solve this problem for you, at
least for now." But he too, behind the little girl's back, winked
an eye of understanding at Linda.

Linda pretended to leave the house unwillingly. "You bettere do
it right, I'll check her arse when I get back and if you didn't
give her the whipping she deserves I'll give her double" she
said. On her way out she made him promise to not allow little
Heather to manipulate him. "If he were as soft on her as she had
been all these years she would be ruined for life". With more
soothinh words he accompanied her to the door, and after a deep
kiss he whispered to her not to come back within the hour. He
waved her out until the car bent into Main street, and then he
went back in.

Heather hadn't moved an inch since her mother had yelled at her.
With eyes full of fear she looked at him. "Please don't hurt me"
she whispered, almost without a sound. "That's a little too late
young lady, he said sternly. You've seen how angry you've made
your poor mother. If it were up to her you'd be standing here
stark naked before me, getting your ass whipped harder than
you've ever felt before". Anxiously the girl looked at him, not
knowing what to expect. "Well, let's get the show on the road
little one, get right over to me" Tim said while taking place on
a straight backed chair. While adopting this very business style
language, the slight tremble in his voice betrayed his exitement.
He didn't only get down on this chair to start the OTK spanking,
but also in an attempt to hide his exitement.

Heather looked at him with her big Bambi eyes, and did then just
what Bambi would do: she turned around and dashed upstairs to her
bedroom. It all happened so quick that Tim hadn't had the time to
react. But only a slpt second later he realized how lucky he was.
What if the little bitch had ran out on the street instead of
upstairs? But her scooting off gave him even more reason to not
be too easy on her. Almost whistling for joy he went upstairs to
her little bedroom. He knew she didn't have a key in her door so
the best she could do was to push against it. And she surely was
no match.

But as he tried to open her bedroom door it went without any
problem. Heather stood in the farthest corner of her room,
silently as if she had accepted what was to come. He sat down on
her bed and told her she'd better come. If not he'd wait until
her mother was home and she knew that then she'd get it a LOT
worse...

She seemed to realize that too, so with tears in her eyes she
shuffled towards him. He knew that he'd have to restrain himself
if this were going to be the first of many installments of
deepest humiliation. "You know what your mother has said, if it
were up to her you'd be standing here stark naked so you better
appreciate my helping you! You better appreciate my kindness,
kiddo! Now get over here at once, please, so we can finally get
this over with."

******

She came up to him, and he asked her to first hang her blazer
over the chair at her desk so she'd be in just her school uniform
dress. She also had to remove her socks and shoes. No use having
her kick him with those damn saddle shoes that all school girls
seemed to wear through the ages. Once he had been kicked right in
the head by a struggling girl across his lap and he had vowed to
never ever let that happen again.

The dress seemed to have been made for a somewhat chubbyer girl
because it was relatively short but hung around her very loosely.
The blazer had been the reason why this wasn't very obvious under
normal circumstances. For a moment he considered letting her lift
the dress for him while standing in fron of him but he decided
against it. This was the time to show her who's boss for the
first time, and you best do that while handling her rather that
requesting her to do things. So he took her bij her left arm and
pulled her to his right. For a moment he folded his arm around
her middle while starting his lecture about the need to be
thrifty at school and to respect her mom, but almost immediately
his hand descended to the back of her legs and then up until it
rested under her dress, right upon her panty-clad ass. She almost
jumped up in the air after feeling his hand up her dress, and
wanted to tear herself loose from him. "Ah, he said with a wicked
smile, so you would rather wait until your mom gets home?"

She hesitated a moment and then stepped closer to him again.
"Please", she muttered, looking down at the ground. "Please
don't..." "What do you mean by please don't? Do you think I can
give you a spanking without touching your butt? What in heaven's
name are you thinking, girl? This is the very last time I'll let
you get away with this. The next problem you give I'll stop and
wait until our mom is here indeed. And then we'll do it her way.
Do you like that better?"

"No please, do it now", she pleaded. That's exactly how he wanted
it, a little girl asking him to be spanked. Again he pulled her
with her front to his knees while grabbing her firmly quenched
bottom cheeks in his right hand. "I guess we better make a start
then. You bent foreward across my knees slowly now", he said. And
while pushing her foreward with his right hand his left went to
the front of her dress, pulling it up so she'd end up with just
her underwear between his slacks and her body. While doing this
his left had had moved to above the waistband of her panties. He
had hoped to find bare skin but as it turned out she wore a very
thin undershirt that appeared to match her equally thin white
panties. He hoped that she didn't feel the bulge in his pants
that seemed to fill the space in the arch of her groin caused by
the fact that her ass was sticking out in the air, somewhat away
from his lap. He grinned and knew that that was going to change
quickly.

I should be using my belt on your bare bottom so you better be
very, very happy that 'm letting you off so easily for this first
time, he mumbled while raising his right hand up high. Then, full
force, his hand descended on her thin panties, making her bottom
near explode. She shrieked, and when he slapped her two more
times in rapid succession she tried to get off his lap.

That was what he calculated, and he used the opportunity to grasp
her upper body more firmly with his left hand, sliding first
under her body completelt and then up until he cupped the little
breast farthest from him. He knew she wasn't allowed to wear any
kind of bra so he wasn't surprised when his fingers dug into the
rubbery soft tissue of Her little breast.

His touching her caused a panic reaction, but he moved her
attention away from her titties by whacking her ass full force
with his right hand while at the same time pinching her little
girl titty with a vice like grip so she wouldn't know any longer
what hurt worse, her ass or her right little breast. It seemed a
pity that he couldn't really strip her to see and feel those
exiting little titties but between feeling and seeing was a long
humiliating journey he wouldn't forego on. She clearly panicked,
never having felt a man's hand on her new and very delicate
little titties. And now she didn't only feel his hand, he was
torturing her right where she felt most sensitive. More than any
other place even without anyone touching her she'd felt a lot of
pain there this last year or so. Now she was being tortured right
there, of all places! She cringed out of pain and embarassment.

"You're hurting my breast" the little girl yelled, as if she was
informing him of something he didn't already know. "Well, that's
all your fault, isn't it? If you lay still I won't have to force
you to stay in place" he retortet. "I'll lay still, I will,
please stop hurting me there!" she exclaimed. "OK, let's see you
keep that promise." With those words he let go of her sore little
nipple, lingeing his hand in sich a way that both hanging little
titties kept touching his open hand. An open hand ready to grab
it's targets again whenever needed. Gosh, how he loved those soft
little growing cones touching his hand again and again, as he
continued spanking her.

Her struggling while being spanked had resulted in one thing: her
undershirt had been pulled out of her panties so he saw a strip
of white flesh above the elastic of her panties. While spanking
her over and over, he just couldn't resist doing what he in fact
had wanted to save for a next time: he moved his left hand first
down onto the very soft and sexy flesh of her now bared belley,
and then back up, now under her undershirt until he felt her
titties right in his hand again. In spite of the pain her
spanking caused she shrieked again when feeling his bare hand on
her belly, then moving up to her titties. Embarassed to death she
once again tried to get up and off his lap. Too late she realized
the consequences of her impulse: he now grabbed both pointy cones
with his large hand squeezing them together as hard as he could.

He felt the little hard inner disks of her titties and knew that
he was hurting her badly: little girls with growing titties
seemed to be always in growing pains there, and there are few
places where they could be hurt better than to pinch those little
growing disks inside those little pointy treasures. How he just
loved pinching them, in a way it was almost as good as
beltspanking them. Something he knew for sure he would do some
time later on.

After pinching a little naked titty in one hand and a panty clad
buttock in the other, he told her with a loud voice stop
hollering at once: she'd better be very, very obedient to all he
said if she didn't want to be in a helluva lot more trouble for
the future. Resisting the temptation to move his left hand down
into her panties he got her up, releasing her dress as she went.
After having barked at her so harshly, he felt it was time to
show his nicer side, so he pulled her to him and gave her a brief
kiss on the cheek, saying in a somewhat conspirative way that he
hoped her mother would't be angry at him for letting her get off
so lightly. Hed hugged her once again and suggested that they'd
work together at her improvements so that this kind of stuff
wouldn't have to happen again. To his amazement she seemed to
believe him and even gave a faint smile when he said that her mom
would probably want to see her red bottom when she got home.

In a way he regretted having only felt but not having seen those
beautiful titties, but that was for another time. For now it had
been enough, Heather's bottom no doubt was very red, enough to
satisfy her mom, en he had such a strong hard-on that Linda
surely would be happy with him regardless of what she thought of
her daughter. He was happy that he hadn't lost his load while
pinching that poor girl's naked titties while holding her. He'd
been damn close to it.