HUNTING

BY STRICTNRUFF

[ part 5 ]

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.