OLD SCHOOL ENCOUNTER

BY LIKO

[ part 1 ]

Background: A mid-aged man returns to his old neighborhood after being away for years, during his vacation, to discover that the only thing to change is he himself. Eventually he decides to visit his old stomping grounds including his elementary school. While sitting on a old, worn-down and mostly broken bench lost in old memories he hears a commotion from behind not far away overgrown bushes. From the sound somebody is getting smacked around big time. “Probably some young punks trying to prove how though they are.” He thinks. At first the man deseeds that that does not concern him, but soon his curiosity get the better of him. As he approaches careful not to be seen the man is in for a surprise.

Story starts here?

The assailants were three girls not older then six grade, two of which were holding their victim pinned to the ground facedown and could only occasionally hit her with their fists. However, the third tormentor was in good position to kick the restrained girl’s back and sides and did so with enthusiasm if not skill. Their target was sobbing softly, but did not look seriously hurt. She was probably crying out of fear and feeling of helpless frustration then any serious pain. The standing girl was also the one to notice the man’s presence.

“Go away-this does not concern you.” The kid certainly had gall, since she was less then half his height and was outweighed nearly three to one.

“I could probably trample her and not even slow down”-he thought. -There are other ways to get even. He said to the trio of elementary kids glaring at him.

The “leader” gave him a measuring look for a few seconds then gestured him to go on saying: ”Go ahead, big brother.” The two other girls did not look convinced but raised no protests as he approached. [Those two are more afraid of her then of me] he thinks with amusement. [In another instance I would gladly have spend some time changing that]

Near the human pile lay a discarded schoolbag, which probably belonged to the victim, since it was the only one in sight. The man opened it and rampaged a little until he found what he was looking for- a pen box. After retrieving a pencil he approached the pinned girl, who was trying to squirm away without success. He used one foot to secure both of the child’s legs. Afterwards the man lifted the victim’s skirt, which was covered with several footprints, to reveal a pair of cheep-cotton, yet so enticing to him, panties. Those did not stay up for long, for after taking a moment to enjoy how they looked while covering the kid’s young butt the man hooked his left index finger on their middle and with one quick motion lowered them to nearly to the back of the knees. After taking another moment to appreciate the sight before him, he used his left hand to spread the small globes before him. He then pushed the pencil eraser first into the small rosebud. The small wooden rod entered easy exacting a gasp from surprised little girl, the process then met with surprisingly strong resistance as the bared ass owner clenched with desperation. Instead of continuing to push and risk the pencil snapping and doing some serious damage the man let go of it and then delivered a sharp smack on the right cheek casing the cheeks owner to squeak. “You better relax“ he started menacingly- “or you will really get hurt.” His words or maybe just the tone seemed to get to the girl, because she started to relax, slowly. While he was waiting, the man looked with amusement as his handprint developed brightly on the young white skin. He then pushed the pencil in more then three-quarters in meeting much less resistance, then amused himself and the other girls by pulling nearly out and pushing it back in occasionally twisting the small rod, thus causing the victim to wiggle a lot and beg trough tears to be let go. Soon though he grew bored of the same thing oven and over again. After pushing it in nearly completely the man turned to his co-conspirators: ”Why do you hate her so much then?” Not that he particularly cared, just looking for excuse to exact new torments. “She squeaked on us. Now we have to stay for detention for the next week and a half.” Said one of the two girls keeping the partially naked kid on the ground. This was said with such outrage the man was hard pressed not to show his amusement. Week and half, big deal! Still this gave him what he needed- an excuse.

“So you had been naughty”- he addressed the terrorized, helpless girl on the ground, trying to sound stern and mostly succeeding –“telling on your friends. Causing them to be punished because of you.”

The girl started to cry harder as he lowered her panties even farter. “Yes, indeed you need to be punished. What you need is getting your naughty bottom properly spanked.”

Giving her a moment for the sentiment to sink in, he dropped on his knees. After wrapping one arm around her thin waist and securing a firm hold on her left hand the man motioned the two girls holding her down to let go. Lifting the small child and placing her over his lap went without a hitch. Now her bared behind was in very accessible position, just begging to be abused. It was just that … he had forgotten to secure her feet. The child quickly took advantage of his lapse and started kicking soon after he begun her panties flying away. The man reached and pinned the flailing legs to the ground, then turned to the leader: ”Could you please?” The girl just nodded, and approached and used her own legs to secure the other girl’s, eyes never glancing away from the protruding tip sticking out of the tormented girl’s ass. The man then returned to his intended work, delivering fast cupped handed slaps on the upturned bottom. He alternated between cheeks careful not to hit too close to the center. He did not count, but to his estimate he delivered around thirty blows before stopping to admire his handiwork. The individual handprints overlapped, melting into satisfying reddish glow. The girl cried admonished.

“Onto the next part”- he thought.

He then asked the “leader” to spread the crying girls legs apart as much as she can. The girl complied uncomprehending but curious. The man then started stroking the more revealed bald pubic area, especially the lips. He then delivered a sharp smack without warning. The legs of course closed, hitting the one holding them on the head. “Hold her securely”-the man admonished. The two other girls come to their leader’s help, helping her pin the legs one again. He then proceeded to spank the girl’s tights only occasionally hitting the small pubic opening. Soon he switched to exploring the undeveloped sex. He enjoyed immensely the tightness. He could feel the pencil in her anus trough the thin vaginal wall. The rough interaction caused his victim to moan. Before letting her go the man took his time in locating and exploring the uterus opening then pinching it between his nails drawing blood and a bloody scream. Good thing the kid was already too exhausted to be too loud. He did not want her to be able to walk fast anytime soon. What it did not result was a stream of urine-just a few drops. When he mentioned it to the other girls something like “I am surprised she had not peed herself yet” they smiled and told him she went to the toilet before leaving school “and takes her time” and that if fact that was how they managed to ambush her without drawing attention. Finally he removed the pencil not-too-gently, collected the discarded panties and while the trio was trying to intimidate the wrecked girl into silence opened up the schoolbag under the pretext of returning the soiled writing utensil back in his place. I fact he was looking for a specific item he wanted to keep-the abused kid’s keys. As he suspected she kept them inside her schoolbag. No one saw him take the keys and put them in his pocket, before slipping away. He did not go very far, hiding just out of the kids’ sight. The trio took off soon after, and he was not particularly worried that they will report this. After all they were involved too. The other girl however took much more time and appeared to have trouble standing up. After unsuccessfully looking for her panties she struggled away holding her crouch with one hand, while the other was massaging her reddened ass cheeks. After a few steps the girl stopped to clean her face, dust her clothes and wipe away the trickle of blood coming down her leg. The kid obviously (as he expected) did not want anybody to find out. Then she went her way-slowly. The man was not worried that she will be back soon, elementary students usually went to a school rarely more then half mile from their home. And since it was still mid-afternoon and she carried keys it was unlikely that there was somebody to meet her at home. His deduction bared fruit close to half an hour later, when the child came back, just a little more steady on her feet, looking for the missing keys. It did not take long for her to get frustrated and start crying again. He waited a little longer for maximum effect before approaching quietly. When she heart him she quickly looked up, and after realizing who it was started to back off putting her bag between them as a pitiful barrier. He stopped to take the keys out of his pocket and jingle them.

“You seem to have misplaced this”- he teased.

“Give them back!”-her voice cracked with hoariness and quite a bit of fear.

“May be we can come to a deal”.

At this the child looked even more frightened, but finally gathered enough courage to ask: ”What sort of deal?”

“I want… Your ass.” The schoolgirl hands unconsciously went back to protect body part in question.

“You already spanked me and…and” she burst into tears hiccupping.

“I want to do it again.”

The child managed to cry out an comprehensible: ”Why?”

“Because you have such a nice butt and I enjoy hurting it.”

After a while the girl calmed (surprisingly quick) and asked with thoughtful expression:

“Does this mean that you like me?”

Taken aback a bit the man quickly regained his composure and replied: “Sure things darling, I like you”-finishing in his mind-[like to have my way with you that is].

“Granma says we always hurt the ones we love.” Explained the girl.

“Do you think that those girls back there liked you too?” he teased.

“No they were just mean and… and vicious and…and bad.” Said the child with genuine level of conviction.” Bu they are just children.”

In his mind he finished-[while I am an adult and thus it cannot be true that I could possibly enjoy hurting you.]

They continued to speak and gradually he established a profile for her. She was being raised by a single parent her mother, who worked until late. The kid’s thirst for affection caused her to act as goody-two-shoes in order to get some compliments from the teachers. These of course made her a target for the rest of the kids. Indeed the reason she always went to the toilet after school was to avoid getting into confrontations with her schoolmates.

“So you do not really ‘go’ while you are in the little girl’s room after school” he teased her.

“Well, as long as I am there anyway” the girl admitted shyly.

Now that he gotten to know about her more he could not but feel some sympathy for her, he too was bullied as a child until he started to lift weights in fifth grade. Then after blooding few noses he suddenly had too many “friends”. Not that his sprouting feeling was going to stop him to milk the possibilities as much as he can, but a seed of a plan started to form. That trio of snotty bullies did seem a bit too cheeky for their own good.

The man would not mind to do something about their cheek (and some things to their back cheeks as well). After all he cold not leave a good deed unpunished.

(Or a bad deed in this case)