OLD SCHOOL ENCOUNTER

BY LIKO
phinev@hotmail.com

[ part 2 ]

“You know what kid? I think you did get it a bit too rough. I apologize.”

“So how would you like me to correct this mistake? How would you like to get even with those bullies, which had been making your life miserable?”

The girl was reluctant at first, but after some careful persuasion and he was careful to include things like “nice girl like you” and “undeservingly wronged” she relented.

From her the man learned that they are all from problem families, their parents never having the time to look after them and leaving them to run wild, in other words- easy prey. According to his informant those kids parents did not check on them and he got the impression there could be couple of days before they are noticed to be missing. Good news indeed. So a plan was born.

He told his new partner that, knowing bullies they will not let go once they find an easy victim. They will wait for her after school again the next day to terrorizes her. She was to follow her usual routine – go hide in the toilet. Only this time she was not going to use it but slip out the window and wait. Once the three get tired of waiting for her to come out, they will go in.

Here his part came in. He still knew some people in the government. It is suppressing how some of the wildest kids one knew as a child often ended up in politics, or may be not so surprising. In any case he knew whose palms to grease to get what he wanted done. In any event few hours latter, couple of drinks and lighter pocket got him a fake order from the city’s health department stating he was supposed to spray insecticide in his old school. It also landed him a free one hour or at least as the guard out it “until I finish that bottle of brandy you brought” access to a warehouse in which the city stored old junk. This junk included pesticides, which were deemed too strong to use in heavy inhabited areas. The pencil pushers in the mayor’s office had ordered the chemical to be stored away, and afterwards forgot all about it. Half an hour later the man had made his selection: several canisters of the strong pesticide, an well worn uniform, spray equipment including a gas mask adapted from old war suplass, few other small odds and ends and a push cart to carry it.

The guard at the gate at first did not wanted to let him walk away with the cart, but after the man promised to bring it back in a few days and sweetened the deal with another bottle, the older man reluctantly agreed.

The next day the man put on the pilfered uniform and set off early morning to execute his plans, they included bringing some cruel retribution on the female bullies, but also milking the situation for all it is worth.

The school officials of coarse have not heard about him coming over to “treat” the building, but were not about to look a gift horse in the mouth. After politely dodging few offers of a drink (one for coffee and others for vodka) the newly appointed health worker started his rounds. All in all the place was as he remembered it.

The school had five floors, first three occupied corresponding to the their number and last two floors occupied by the upper three grades. Each floor but the first had two bathrooms-one for boys and another for girls. The first floor had two pair – one close to the classroom and the other close to the gym.

The false health worker spend most of the day on the first three floors, one to avoid being seen by his acquiesces from yesterday, but also because he knew that lower grade children will have harder time dealing with what he had in mind. He tried to pace himself so there was roughly an hour for each floor. He left the gym’s rooms for last, as there the ambush was to happen.

In the boys rooms he spend as little time as possible, only enough to seems like he been there- dumping as much chemical as he can in five-six minutes then getting the hell out. The rest of his self-appointed hour he “worked” in the girls’ restrooms. Here he sprayed in all but one of stalls. He left the one in the corner farthest from the window untouched. Not that the heavy nauseating chemical cloud could not be felt there as well. On the contrary it was almost as bad as the other unusable stalls.

Once his “trap” was set he stood around waiting for his first “visitors” pretending to be working. He did not have to wait long. As most first graders the current badge of students were not used to waiting before going to the rest room. Before twenty minutes had passed individual girls started to arrive. Once each stepped in the strong smell make her retreat back out, only to return a minute latter back in and back out all the while dancing what he named the “want-to-pee” ballet. Finally a brave (or desperate) little one took a deep breath and rushed in. In about twenty seconds (he counted) she came was rushing out knickers damp and dripping a little- she could not quite stand it long enough.

Others tried different strategies-some going in couple of times for few seconds, most of those not even bothering to pull their panties up, some even saving time by not closing the door completely.

Apparently they though just because he had glasses on (part of his disguise, he had laser surgery 18 months ago) and was not looking directly at them he could not see them. His only regret at this point was that he have not brought a camera with him, he could have make more then two year salary selling pictures of what he saw in the first half hour.

After couple of the kids tripped and fell face down and he had to help each cute crying doll up, nose dripping blood, lift their lowered panties up (way up, he took the chance to make them ride the crack and enjoy the view) and escort the child to the nurses office, the man decided he was going to attract too much attention it this cycle continued. He opened the windows and with regret moved on.

The second hour (and floor) started the same. A little less number of girls were coming, but still plenty to keep him well amused.

Soon however he noticed a strange thing, he could not see the girls to longer pull their panties up in while exiting from the stalls. Either they were getting more used to the smell or… Next time he had a “visitor” he pretended to be examine some crack on the floor, thus when the child quickly exited half a minute latter he get a glance of the cause for this unexpected new twist- the kid was not wearing any panties! It did not matter to him where they we doing it-those brats were cheating him out of hard-won entertainment!

So he did something about it-“incidentally” spilling some of the liquid soap he brought with him on a piece of the floor the next brat had to pass in order to get to the corner stall as quickly as possible. The man did not have to wait long. Not even ten minutes latter a petite brunette with braids rushed in and not looking where she was stepping slipped as he planned. As she felt backwards her skirt flipped up exposing her naked pubs. The young girl’s uncovered posterior make a heavy contact with the hard tiled floor with a loud “thud”. As she was squirming on the floor in her moment of pain her criss-crossing legs offered him another opportunity to see the small immature opening between them.

In too short seconds however she recovered enough to rock up on her knees. Just as the man though the show was over the child while still on the floor turned around flipped her skirt up and started to massage the affected area. The sound of his heavy breathing eventually got to her, for she stopped what she was doing (much to his regret) and stood up covering her most interesting region. The first grader started to give him an apology, saying she did not mean to “moon” him. Quick on his feet the man apologized on his turn saying that it was partially his fault for spilling some chemicals on the floor. The innocent kid as expected asked if the chemical was dangerous with worried voice. No he replied as long as it is washed off fairly soon after contact At this the child panicked as predicted. “What to do what to do, there are two more hour until lunch break. I might die by then” He assured her that she would not die, the chemical was just going to dry up and make her bottoms very itchy, advising her not to scratch when it happens. Somewhat relived but still appealed by even this the grade-schooler pleaded him to do something. So being the nice gay he was he offered to help her wash. She immediately accepted. The man took her to the janitor’s room next door, then closed the door to the hallway and looked it “so nobody walk in and embarrass her”.

The he told the girl to take hold of her toes, of coarse she was not limber enough to keep this position without gradually opening her legs little at a time until they were more then shoulder length apart. Meanwhile he soaped his hand taking his time to enjoy the spectacle. Once he was ready he approached and methodically “washed her” running his hands repeatedly over her bum making sure some foam ended in the crack. Then without warning he pushed his smallest finger in her anus. When she protested the man explained that that area need to be washed too “just in case”. The child wiggled more but did not protest when his ring finger joined the other in her backhole. Knowing that they told kids these days a lot of nonsense about “good” and “bad” touches (in his book it could not be a bad touch if it make you feel good) he did not try to push his lack and he did not try to explore the other tempting target. Next the man took out a small syringe and filled it with water. (In his younger days he had spend sometime working as a night guard in a hospital, the pay was bad but one could get to bring a lot of interesting “office” supplies home. Hey at the time everybody was doing it!) The kid tensed up when she saw the syringe, but one once she was certain it did not have a needle she submitted reluctantly to his next ministration. Namely him sticking the thing in her and empting it, this repeated four five times with the brunette growing more and more uncomfortable with each dose stepping from foot to foot in futile attempt to find relieve from the cramps. The man was enjoying her little dance very much, but decided not to risk more that five dose since he did not want a mess to clean. But once she was finally allowed to go relive herself the poor kid faced another problem- the insecticide filling the air. In moments the kid came back crying that she could not possibly stay in the stall to purge herself without fainting or at least loosing her breakfast. The resourceful “uncle” found a solution to this too- namely an old bucket. The brat did do look trilled but with little other choice relented in second. Then there was no particularly good way to squat over the rusted container without getting in contact with it. The “nice” man offered his services once again: he took hold of her legs at the back of the knees and holding her close to his chest for support suspended her over the bucket. Eventually the girl asked to be let down, the man suspected she was not completely done, but did not push the issue. It did not matter to him if she has an “incident” as long it cannot be traced back to him. The janitor’s closet had several cases of the rough toilet paper every school had been using since before The Soviet Block fell apart. The man insisted to “help” her clean up, making sure that the rough tree bark texture visited the soft cheeks and especially the crack between them all over. By the time he was done and before the girl stumbled back towards her classroom her tushy looked painfully red, but was clean.

[Time to move on.] the man thought as he emptied the fitly bucket. [I been here for far too long already.]

On the third floor he did not get to see nearly as much as he expected. Apparently word has gone out and the students were using the facilities on other floors. A bit risky, since if a student went to a different floor except as a part of a class activity or recess he could get in trouble (with the upperclassmen if he went up, with the teachers if he was caught on a lower floor). It was all a part of stupid system that did not work as it was supposed to-namely to prevent bulling between kids in different grades. When he was student here he was one of the few toughs in his third grade who dared go to the forth floor. They were all eventually cornered by the older boys and beaten. He lost two teeth (luckily neither of them permanent) the upperclassmen working him over lost one. But he did not cry, and gave almost as good as he got. Soon after the thugs in forth make friends with him, and he even fought (and won) few times against the “fifth grade biaches” as his new friends called them. [Personal note: At least in the place I (the author) grew up in biach means literally hit man or mafia “enforcer”, or in street slang somebody who like to pick fights and looks like he has been drinking steroids since the cradle] To make up for his disappointment the man patrolled outside the school during lunch after a quick bite. As he suspected the some of the grade school kids had gone and done their “business” in the bushes. He chooses an ambush cite and actually managed to catch a group of five second grade girls in the act of peeing. After scolding them he offered them an option-he could report them OR they will all submit to a punishment of his choice. After short deliberation they chose him over the principle. His method of chastisement? Bare bottom spanking, of coarse. He made them stand in a circle facing in, bend over forward with skirt flopped over. He then cut a brunch from the nearby tall bush. The wooden switch was not very hard, but still managed to give a sting. If pain he was after he would be better using his hand. No, turning pink those offered posteriors was just part of the plan, more importantly the brunch had many branching green leaves. Once he was done with the spanking, he made (after more protests) each one open her snitch placed the brunch diagonally trough the offered opening and pulled the wood towards him, fast. Afterwards he let the girls go. They did walk funny.

The man did not expect another victim to show up. He was distracted, absentmindedly stripping the brunch in his hand off its leaves and thus almost missed another opportunity.

Almost. A girl bit older than his latest victims (he found out bit latter she was a forth grader) had crept in the bushes not far from his position and apparently was trying to do a dump. Throwing subtleties in the wind the crafty man just thundered trough the underbrush scaring the crap out of her (literally, well not that it took much). After giving another scolding the man offered the poor schoolgirl the same options- face him or the principle. It was not much of a choice. First he made her clean up (she had brought some toilet paper with her) then the punishment begun. This time the switch, stripped of most of its leaves was more effective leaving a clear signs on each spot it landed. After the brat was nice and crying he proceeded to phase two. Telling her “I cannot undone what you did, but let Mother Earth herself punish you.” It sounded pompous granted, but kids always had been suckers for mysterious sounding phrases. The girl did not have any idea what he was talking about, and truth to be told neither did he. However that rarely stopped him before. At first he though to shove some soil in her ass, but then he noticed that an oak tree was not far of. He makes her fallow him to it and after taking some time in selecting few not too big acorns (about 3cm long, 1cm broad) make the girl bend over exposing her abused cheeks. The child was trembling at this point, having some irking of what was about to happen. She did not have to wait long- the man approached her and using both hand spread out her cheeks bending over to better examine his exposed target. The satisfied that the acorns are going to fit, without too much of a stretch he used only his left hand to keep her hole visible he started to push the first nut in. Since she was actively resisting it took a moment. The ones that followed went in better. After five acorns were in he let the rest drop down and reached for the stripped brunch. After inserting the thin head he started to push in slowly, pushing up the ‘corns further in where they could not be reached easily by just a greased finger. Since the grade schooler had gone #2 fairly recently and had already been tanked up to max while he was inserting them the acorns were going to spend the next few hours inside her.

Since the look of discomfiture was too plane to see on her face, the man decided to not take any chances and told her to go home, advising her to claims tummy ache as an excuse (not that far from the truth). After escorting her partway to her family apartment the man hurried back to the school just catching the echoes of late bell as he approached. He smiled to himself; so much for picking on innocents and minor rule breakers-the second part of the day has begun. It was time to set a trap for some really cheeky bitches.