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Spanking Naomi (Mf span pett voy hs teen)
By Aaron Webster
The watcher observed the young girls in the school playground across the
street. The viewfinder tracked them as they ran and skipped, short grey
skirts flapping up to reveal tender limbs - a world of comparative
innocence that had not yet learned discretion.
There were his regulars and he tracked them almost casually. There were
Wendy and Jannine, two fat thirteen year olds sitting at the edge of the
field, friendless but for each other. Michaela Wilson, smoking a fag
between two classrooms. Close by, a group of boys and girls were awkwardly
approaching and nervously touching the distended bellies of Annette and
Michelle - two slutty 14 year olds, each nearly 8 months pregnant and, the
watcher suspected, in all probability, both by the same boy.
But this was not what the watcher was looking for today. This was the
first day of term, at the beginning of the academic year. There was new
blood this morning - over 100 year 7 girls, 11 years old and full of
virginal promise. They played with skipping ropes, skirts raised,
revealing their white cotton panties beneath. They ran and hugged their
friends, girlish bodies pressed together. And they stood talking and
comparing the novelty of their new school uniforms.
The watcher's gazed fixed on a blonde haired 11 year old and the black
girl with her. They seemed to be looking for a friend, but not finding who
they were looking for, they ran giggling to the nearest classroom wall.
Dropping their school bags to the ground they began to do handstands
against it. The watcher licked his lips and clenched the hardness in his
trousers. As the two girls' legs flipped upwards, their little grey
pleated skirts, fell down over their bellies. The girls giggled happily,
the watcher groaned with pleasure. The morning sun danced over the blonde
girl's hair, but the watcher was particularly entranced by the contrast
between the black girl's dark limbs and her white cotton socks and panties.
If he pushed the zoom to maximum, the watcher found that he could just make
out the groove that each girls cunt lips made in the tightened material of
their panties. He rubbed himself some more, before moving on to find other
targets.
His lens rested on Melanie Price, a year 8 girl, snogging with her year
11 boyfriend. He stood on the grass of the playing field, she stood on a
tree stump in order to reach him. She had her back to the watcher, and he
could see with perfect clarity, the older boy's hands wandering over her
thighs and arse. The flushes on the backs of her thighs testified to the
mounting excitement of the young 12 year old. The boy pushed up her little
skirt and pushed the crotch of her panties aside with his thumb. The
watcher watched in lecherous anticipation as the boy's thumb moved further
still. As it disappeared into the girl's hairless pussy her legs tensed.
As he teasingly wiggled inside her, she sagged against him, unable to
support herself. The watcher reached inside his trousers and took himself
in hand...
...Suddenly there was a disturbance. The boy's hand pulled out of
Melanie's sopping cunt and her skirt flopped back into place, as they
pulled hastily apart. The reason for the interruption was quickly made
clear, as Mr Maddox hurried into view. He strode past the couple with a
furious look on his face. Curious, the watcher zoomed out until he
realised who it was that Clive Maddox had seen. He zoomed in on Naomi
Grant, who was sitting on a wall, taking money from a group of boys
gathered around.
Naomi Grant was a slutty red-haired tart, just a few days past her 13th
birthday. She sat on the wall with her tight black skirt hitched up over
blotchy thighs and black stockings, crumpled up round her ankles. Her
white school blouse was open and her stripey school tie dangled
incongruously between her barely concealed breasts. She teased the boys,
her blouse falling open as she leaned forward to collect their proffered
coins.
The watcher cursed silently as Clive Maddox entered the scene once more
and the schoolgirl quickly began to button up her blouse again. The
teacher ordered the boys away. Most left, but a few remained, seemingly
protesting about their lost coins. The teacher angrily shooed them away
once more, before frog-marching Naomi Grant back to the school building,
his hand resting on her arse. The schoolgirl seemed to shout angrily at
him as she moved away from his hand, and he appeared to give a sharp
retort, as he once again placed his hand on her arse and continued to guide
her back to the school building.
With that, the watcher heard the school bell ring and the children moved
reluctantly indoors. Just as reluctantly, the watcher stood up in his room
opposite the school, ejected the video tape and stored it in its secret
place. He packed up his equipment and went downstairs. At the door he
adjusted his trousers and left the house.
He strode quickly to the garden gate and in one fluid motion crossed the
road. He passed quickly through the school gate and strode purposefully
towards the school buildings. The school secretary, Miss Foxwell, who had
been a million miles away in a dream, saw him enter Reception and quickly
dropped her feet to the floor and pulled her hand away from her thighs with
a guilty start. She smiled awkwardly, adjusted her glasses with a slightly
smelly hand, and greeted him.
"Oh, g-good morning Mr Wallace", she stammered.
"Good morning," he replied with a smile. Without breaking his stride he
walked straight to the office door. The sign on it read 'C J Wallace MSc,
MBA - Headmaster'. Charles Wallace stepped inside.
Inside his office, the headmaster took a moment or two to centre himself
and prepare for the day ahead. There came a knock at the door.
"Enter." Miss Foxwell's face appeared from behind the door.
"Its Naomi Grant, Mr Wallace. It seems she has been up to her old
tricks. Mr Maddox has sent her to see you."
"Really?" responded the head, with feigned ignorance, "Very well. Send
her in."
The door opened wider and the redhead teenager mooched in. Her
stockings were still round her ankles and her blouse still had only three
or four buttons fastened. The loose change jangled in her pockets.
"Sit down, Miss Grant," the head ordered, barely a fraction of a second
before the girl sat down anyway.
Miss Foxwell closed the office door and quietly departed. Mr Wallace
sat down in his own chair and faced the schoolgirl across his crowded desk.
"Well, Naomi," he asked sternly, "what do you think you are here for?"
"Are you going to spank me, sir?" the thirteen year old responded with a
cheeky grin.
"I think that's the least you deserve. I will not allow you to bring
the school into disrespect by your wanton behaviour. What would your
mother say, if she heard what you were doing?"
"She don't give a shit what I do." The girl replied.
The headmaster sighed. She was probably right. Her mother had been on
the game as far back as anybody could remember. In fact 20 years ago it
was Angie Grant's arse he had spanked on a regular basis. In recent years,
he reflected she had even returned the favour a few times, in her
professional capacity.
"Come here Naomi," he instructed. The girl got up and walked round the
desk. Charles Wallace patted his lap. "Bend over please." The red-haired
girl bent over the chair that he sat on, her pubic bone squashing into his
groin. He felt himself stirring beneath her. "touch your hands to the
floor," he ordered. She stretched herself across him, as ordered.
The head started to pull the schoolgirl's tight black skirt up over the
soft pink cheeks of her well rounded arse. Beneath the skirt, black
suspenders hung down uselessly, disconnected from the stockings bunched at
her feet. When the skirt was hitched up fully, her headmaster was greeted
by a total lack of panties. Instead, her pink pussy lips, crowned by a
downy red fuzz of pubic hair peeked out from between her thighs. He felt
himself harden and she rubbed herself against him.
"Hold still." he ordered and reached over to his desk for the wooden
ruler with the split down the middle.
Holding the young girl's skirt against her back, he raised the implement
up and brought it down with a mighty thwack! The girl jolted forward
against his erection and he raised the ruler again. He brought it back
down in the same place on her right buttock. Thwack!. Naomi jolted
forward again. Her movements were starting to have an unsettling effect on
Wallace's penis, which had not yet found its release.
He raised the ruler a third time, and brought it down. Thwack! This
time the girl gave a yelp of pain as she jumped forward. The headmaster
struggled for control of his raging testes.
A fourth time the ruler came down. This time a whimper from the
schoolgirl as its split end drew a thin line of blood. The head paused for
a minute, to try to avert his own impending crisis. But as the young girl
wriggled in pain on his lap he knew he would have to end this quickly.
He prepared himself for the two remaining smacks. He brought the ruler
down a fifth time onto her reddened buttock, she bit back another cry and
his penis surged as her pubic bone ground into him.
The final stroke rained down with undignified haste and the schoolgirl
yelled out in pain and surprise. Her headmaster pushed her quickly to her
feet, hoping against hope that the surging in his loins would now end.
"You may now return to your classes, Miss Grant, and I hope that this
will be a lesson to you," he said somewhat breathlessly, as he fought to
regain his composure.
"I can't go back looking like this," she exclaimed, with an air of mock
pomposity. Then she proceeded to lift her left leg onto Mr Wallace's desk
and pull her wrinkled stocking along its full length, before making a
languid display of reattaching the suspender belt. The voyeuristic head
teacher was almost overcome with lust.
Then she proceeded to do the same with the other leg, exposing her pussy
lips to him in the process. Finally satisfied, she walked slowly to the
door. As she did so, she almost casually hitched up her tight little
skirt, to rub her buttock, where the ruler had struck.
Mr Wallace leapt to his feet, to order her out, and almost immediately
realised his mistake as red hot sperm jetted into his pants. He sat down
quickly and watched helplessly as the sticky damp stain spread across the
front of his trousers. Naomi Grant, closed the door carefully behind her.
Dramatis Personae
Stars:
Charles Wallace (Watcher) Naomi Grant
Guest Stars:
Jannine Davies Annette Denning Claire Foxwell Wendy Hunt Clive Maddox
Michelle Moore Melanie Price David Spence Jadie Watts Elizabeth Willoughby
Michaela Wilson
Mentioned:
Angie Grant
(C) Aaron Webster September 2000
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