HUNTING

BY STRICTNRUFF

[ part 2 ]

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 end 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?