First time-by my neighbour

It was a warm summer weekend and I was at my friend David's, place who
happened to be my neighbour also. We were in 4th class, for those not
accustom to New Zealand education we would have been about 10 years
old. We were playing in the back yard as young lads do with various
monster truck toys digging up the lawn. His mum who I called Mrs Holte
was divorced to David's father, was of medium height but was a little
more in weight than average. She was a keen gardener and had a small
section with various coloured flowers. We happened to rummage the lawn
close to her flower garden and made quite a mess in terms of the
aesthetics of her pride. When she saw us, she rushed down and gave us
an ear full before confiscating our toys. At this age, I had various
fantasies of having Mrs Holte trample me but my young age and uncertain
desires made me unable to come up with an approach to achieve this. 

It did happen when David went with his father on a weekend visit that
day and left me on my own. Not having anything to do at home, I stuck
around with Mrs Holte and helped her do the laundry. We were close to
finishing when I got the idea to squirt some water on her while she was
not watching. This rather enfuriated her because of the element of
surprise rather than anger. She turned around to see me laughing and
then proceeded to chase me out of the laundry, passed the TV room and
caught up with me in the corridor where I had slipped. I barely had
time to turn around on my back to the floor when she hovered over me.
"I'll teach you a lesson to throw water on me you little rascal", she
muttered. No sooner did she finish her warning, she raised her left
foot and placed it on my right hand.

She then proceeded to taunt me by threatening to place her whole weight
on my fingers. I dared her by saying she could step on my body and I
would not apologise for my prank. To my amazement, she did not require
much of a push to make me regret what I had suggested. She replaced my
right hand for my chest and once more dared me. I was so close to
getting what was only a dream previouly so I demonstrated utter
defiance. With that she proceeded to take her weight on her left foot
and place her right one on my belly. The initial sensation was great
but being of a young age and having little strength to persist I had to
give up. She was quite surprised that I took her weight for the little
time I did, but little did she know I enjoyed every second. 

I never got the chance to experience being under Mrs Holte's soles
again despite my childish pranks that ensued to attempt the same
result. But there was another experience with David's sister Karen. I
shall describe this one some other time..

later tramplers.