HUNTING

BY STRICTNRUFF

[ part 4 ]

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."