Chapter 1

It took a special strategy for him to find what he was looking for. That special mix of love and hatred, attraction and anger, sadism and masochism that somehow runs like a golden thread through the lives of certain women. Divorced women, abandoned women.

The kind of women who are, or better said were, totally obsessed by their love for one man. So much obsessed that they'd follow their partner blindly, never questioning, never doubting. Willing to bear His child, seeing Him in their newborn baby's eyes, adoring the baby as it was an intregal part of His love for her.

And then, inevitably, came the day that he didn't come home. Or he came home and made a big fight, telling her that he was fed up with her, or even that he never really loved her, how could she ever have thought...

Following that scene there was desperation, and then hatred, pure hatred. Hatred turned towards herself, how she had been so blind, but much more towards him whom she trusted, who so suddenly dumped her for someone much prettier, someone free, without having to be a nagging housewife, without being responsibel for that damn kid who keeps on whining.

Jealousy, if only she hadn't gotten pregnant perhaps he'd still find her attractive. Anger to be home alone with a nagging kid. And more than that, a kid whose face looked just like him who abandoned her. That hateful face that she once loved. Anger towards him turned into anger towards her daughter, no, his daughter. He meant nothing to her anymore, and neither did his damn kid. Why the hell didn't he take her with him when he left? Every time she looked at her she saw his face. And she saw the hatred of his face that he showed before leaving her. Hatred for her being an obstacle on the road to his new true love.

And yes, that hatred also was present in the face of his damn kid. She'd said it, more than once. "Daddy wouldn't have left us if you'd been nicer to him, it's all your fault he left". The first time she heard those words out of the mouth of their daughter, of his daughter, she cringed, wondering if there was some truth in those words. Later she didn't care, truth or not, it was clear that she couldn't get him back no matter what. And he sure didn't care to see his kid back either. She was stuck with her, there was no way out. Trapped. Trapped to stay home, trapped for not being able to find someone new. What man would care to start a relationship with her finding an 11 year old brat in her home as evidence of her previous life? Sure, she didn't look like a teenage virgin anymore, but that's a long stretch from where she was now... Stuck with a damn kid who should be taught a lesson or two. Who should learn that mothers are nice and fathers are bastards. Why the hell did that damn brat think the opposite? Why had her dad been so nice to her before he left making it even worse for her to accept his departure?

Such type of a mother is what Tim was looking for. Normally mothers tend to be overly protective of their kids, but not in situations like these. Situations when they hated their kids for their insolence, for their blaiming her for the loss of their "holy dad" and for their faces who are a painful reminder of her loss.

Desparate Housewives, Desparate Abandoned Housewives, there are lots of them if you cared to look closer. Surely, none of them would tell you straight in your face how they hated their kids. But it's a matter of observation in simple places like a supermarket. Look at their reaction when their little daughters ask for some breakfast cereal or a candy bar. Or better still, look with longing eyes for such things but haven't the courage to ask. Mothers, always in a hurry, never saying a kind word to anyone, looking tired and frustrated.

That's exactly how he found her, Linda. A 29 year old teacher, tired of being nagged at both at home and at her work. Voices of kids that even terrorized her at night in living color nightmares. Why did she ever decide to become a teacher? She was jealous of her collegues in other states where paddling was still allowed. The only thing she could do was making some biting remarks but most of the time she got a smartass answer in return. Sending them out of the classroom was no option after the principal indicated clearly that such things weigh heavily when decisions on new contracts were made. She hated her work so much that she'd been dreaming of just getting out, taking the next bus out to California, starting a new life on her own. But she knew that that wouldn't work, they'd come after her for having abandoned "her" little girl.

That little girl who made life at home as much as a hell as it was at school. No, she wasn't really that disobedient but those eyes, those damn eyes, His eyes, watching her, observing her, hating her for having "forced her daddy out". She told her a million times that it was him who walked out on her but Heather's silent eyes told her that she didn't believe a word of what she said. There were days that she felt almost able to strangle her, but most of the time she wanted her to suffer just as much as she did, or perhaps a bit more. Why hadn't her daddy disciplined her as so many daddies do? Perhaps then she'd be glad that he left instead of blaiming her for it.

In WallMart he'd met them, first accidentally in the store, later he'd made sure to be right behind them in the check out line. Not that tings were easy: more than once such an unhappy housewife turned out to be unhappily married. Or she'd reply to his avances in the same irritated way that she responded to her daughter's presence. But this time he was lucky: while pressing his shopping cart into the back of the little daughter she briskly turned around and while doing so she wiped some smaller items on the floor. While her mother turned around angrily, he pulled his cart back and picked the stuff up and placed it back. Of course her mother hadn't known that he caused the mishap, and while apoligizing and thanking him she looked angrily at her daughter who didn't dare to reply.

That was his chance to show sympathy for Linda's plight saying that it sure was hard to keep a girl that age in line, and how surely things were easier for her when her husband came along at such occasions?

"Dont talk of him: the bastard left me stuck with her," was her brief reply. After showing her a grimace of sympathy he remained silent, not wanting to attract any more attention from the people around them. When they left he quicly paid the package of paper napkins he'd bought and dashed right after them.

"Could I offer you some dinner tonight?" he asked. Linda seemd to think a bit.

"I don't even know your name," she said.

"I'm sorry, how rude of me, my name is Tim. How about it?"

"What are you planning to cook?" she asked.

"Well, ehm, to be honest, the only thing I can cook is a phone to get some pizzas ordered," he said.

"Well, that's why the napkins", she smiled and said that he'd better come to their house for a meal. "Let's say at eight". She gave him the address and they left.

That evening he came, fancily dressed and with a large bouquet of roses to their house at Coven Avenue. Heather opened the door for him, and he sure liked what he saw. Instead of the thick winter coat and jeans that she'd been wearing in the store, she now was clad in a simple cotton nightie, apparently ready for bed. He formally shook her hand rather wildly, and while doing so observed that there was enough movement in the chest area to indicate that she was a girl in possession of little titties that seemed to wobble along with the movement of her right arm. But for the time being it seemed best to ignore her, focusing on her mom Linda only.

She had cooked a wonderful dinner, and the whole house smelled wonderful. So it wasn't hard to make some honest compliments while offering her the bundle of flowers. She accepted them gracefully and treated him as if he were a long lost friend. During dinner she repeatedly and eagerly replied to his questions and remarks on the hardships of single parenthood.

"You're so right", she said, "there are times that that little bitch is driving me nuts. It ain't easy to keep kids like her in line these days!"

He looked at Heather. She looked straight down at her dish, and only the redness of her face and her front teeth biting her lower lip betrayed how she felt at her mother's humiliating words. He rarely saw a girl look more vulnerable, frightened and therefore innocently sexy. He felt a hardon growing and decided to first pay more attention to Linda. It seemed all too easy, but he knew from experience that he'd need to wait if he didn't want to loose all. So he merely confirmed the things she said, confirmning that if one wants a child to behave properly the issues of discipline should never be taken lightly.

"That's not easy for a single mother", she said with a cunning smile. It was evident that they had found one another.

"Please don't hesitate to call on me, anytime I can be of help I will," he said.

Ignoring the her frightened eyes he openly looked at the little girl in her cotton nighty, sitting right in front of him. Two little points seemed to press against the white material, it wasn't very warm in the room and he wondered if her little nipples stood out from the cold or from fear. She saw him look, and so did her mother. A faint but trumphant smile on her face betrayed how she enjoyed this tiny bit of little girl humiliation. She just knew that this was only the beginning. She'd make sure of that!

After they finished dessert she ordered the little girl to clear the table. He enjoyed looking at her bouncing little titties while she walked back and forth between the table and the dishwashing machine. He tried to see panty lines under the cotton of her nighty but the material was too stiff and too loose to be sure. And even though the nighty was quite short, she always bent down in such a way that he merely saw her in profile, always keeping her panty area covered. Her mother noticed and frowned. In vain.

But then it happened: in her nervousness she hadn't noticed the knife between two dishes, and it fell with a loud noice to the ground, soiling it with some of the mashed potatoes that were stuck to it. In panic the little girl stooped down and in a flash he saw some very bare thigh, very high up almost reaching her buttocks. Linda cursed at her and it was clear that the little girl wouldn't be finished with merely mopping up the potato-morsels. After she was finished she closed the machine and fearfully waited for the things to come.

Linda decided not to rush into things. Sure, she could have ordered her little girl to strip naked for an embarassing spanking of sorts but then there was nothing left to look forward to. But she was eager to make a start. So she called the girl to stand next to her chair, between her and Tim, and then bent her across her lap. As a consequence the nighty rode up, first displaying her upper thighs and then the lower part of her buttocks. She wasn't wearing panties as far as he could see. Or it might be a string!

He didn't get a chance to find out as her mother gave her some intentionally half hearted spanks and then released her. Red faced for shame she immediately bolted up, covering her buttocks by pulling down her nighty in back.

"Time to bring the little girl to bed," said Linda, inviting Tim to come along. She sent Heather first up the stairs and pushed Tim right behind her so he would have a good look up her nighty while she walked up. She had tried to refuse by letting Tim go first but of course both adults ordered her to go first. He looked at her only slightly reddened bottom as they walked up.

"That will be the last time she'll get off so lightly," he wishfully thought, not yet fully realizing that that's exactly the reaction that Linda had hoped for.

Chapter 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?

Chapter 3

Heather had been put to bed as quickly as possible. It was clear that Linda intended to spend the better part of the evening talking with him. Tim, in turn, had remained passive for two nights in a row, and he was anxious to see how the discussion would develop. He knew that in terms of spanking she'd welcome his participation. And of course he didn't fail to notice that she likeiond to humiliate the kid by exposing her nearly naked backside to him. Needless to say that he felt free to talk a lot more openly with Linda now.

So when they sat down he started a bit bluntly: "What a nice little butt your daughter has. She sure hated to show me, though. Has she been wearing thongs for a long time?" She started to grin at his question.

"I knew you'd appreciate the gesture. No, she hasn't worn them at all until you came into our lives. I bought one a few weeks ago, but it appeared to be too little for me. So after inviting you yesterday I told Heather to wear them. She hated it, and thought up all kinds of excuses to refuse but I didn't budge. In fact I told her that if she wouldn't put them on I'd strip her stark naked before your very eyes. Only then she gave in."

"Too bad", Tim said with a naughty smile. "Dont't worry, your time will come. Perhaps even sooner than you expect. I want the little brat to know the power of a real man like you. I want you to dominate her, humiliate her, punish her beyond anything she could ever imagine. Will you be a hard teacher to her?"

"You mean that you really want me to rough her up a little when she needs it?" he asked. She grinned.

"Forget 'a little', I want you to lay it on her as hard as you can. And as refined as I'm sure you know how. Did you see her embarassment when you could see her naked little ass? I'm sure you know of more and better ways to get her attention."

"You bet I do. Do I get your full permission no matter what I do?"

She thought a moment, and said "well, let's say anything that doesn't leave permament scars or that would attract the attention of Child Protection folks. Is that good enough?"

"Fair deal, but of course there will be times that you'd better call her in sick rather than sending her to school with bruises." Again she considered.

"Only if you'd take care of her. I can't afford missing out on teaching days just staying at home for the little brat. Can you stay with her when I'm off to work?"

That was music to his eyes. The very thing he'd been hoping for.

"Sure I can, don't you worry about a thing. If you like I could even start a home schooling program for her so she wouldn't need to go to school at all anymore!"

Her eyes lightened up, such a generous offer she had't expected. But she needed to think out the consequences. After all she only knew him for a couple of days. What if they didn't get along? She decided to be very blunt. Offering him another drink she stayed right next to his chair, fumbling a bit to embrace him after he'd finished his glass. He responded immediately.

"Let's go to bed," she said, a bit nervously, worrying that he might not be interested. But he was, and together they went up to her bedroom.

After a long period of celibacy she sure loved making love to him, but when he was getting a little rougher she wispered something in his ear. He nodded, showing an understading face.

"You better save that for my little one," she had said. He wondered, if she only meant the slapping or also the sex. But it seemed better to wait a bit on that subject. Perhaps it sounds crazy, but to discipline a little girl was a helluva lot more exiting to him than actually putting his dick into her.

Chapter 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."

Chapter 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 I'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.