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Child Trouble (slow)
By Katzmarek
I was mowing my front lawn one day in late summer when I heard
the screaming from next door.
"Oh no" I thought they are at it again.
My neighbour, Sonja, was in another screaming match with her 12
year old daughter Kristina.
Peering over the fence I watched as Kristina stormed out of the
front door screaming "fuck you". As she saw me she gave me the
finger yelling," and up you too".
I was shocked and stared open-mouthed as her mother appeared
crying, "please Kristina". Then as she saw me, "I'm so sorry. I
will get her to apologise to you"
"It's quite alright", I managed to say, " you seem to have
enough trouble already".
Sonja was a newly separated woman in her mid-thirties. Petite,
but well-rounded, not exactly pretty but with a very interesting
face I always thought. Her best features were her lovely brown
eyes and quite large breasts for her size.
Her daughter was almost the same size but with a flatter chest.
They shared the same brown hair although Kristina's often had
some garish colour through it.
I had given the family help with legal advice when the scumbag
of a husband had taken off with some young bimbo. I'd even
loaned them some money when they almost lost the house.
I had retired from my job as a top trial lawyer some years ago.
Due to some spectacular cases and wise investments, I had become
quite wealthy so I decided to quit and devote myself to my
passion.
My motorcycle collection now exceeded 20, mostly Italian, mostly
sportsbikes or racers.
Needless to say life was quite difficult for them. And now
Kristina was obviously going out of control.
I wish I could offer some sound parenting advise but having no
children it was beyond my expertise.
My babies were my bikes and they were relatively easy to look
after.
"I just don't what to do Carlo" she said wiping away the tears."
She won't do a thing I say and I'm scared she's heading for real
trouble. She wouldn't have got away with these things when Frank
was here".
I blanched when I heard her ex-husbands name. He was an asshole
to them, screwing everything that moves and leaving them for days
on end while he went away on his little adventures. It was
obvious that the old rose-coloured spectacles were used often by
Sonja about their life with him.
"Perhaps Child Services have some parenting help they could
offer" I ventured.
"Yes" she said "We are going to therapy, once a week, at the
church" She blushed knowing my views on religion. "Perhaps she
needs some of the rod" She said distractedly. " I wish I could
give it to her, she really needs something".
I'm not in favour of corporal punishment myself although I
sometimes fantasise about it. A sudden picture of me putting
that girl over my knee suffused itself in my imagination giving
me a little tingle in the crotch area. Blinking back the thought
I jokingly said," If that's what she needs send her over to me".
Smiling she said," That might not be a bad idea".
About 8 o'clock that night I get a knock on my door. "Carlo,
Carlo", it was Sonja. Opening the door she appeared obviously
distraught. "Carlo, she's taken off"
"What, where?" I said intelligently. Sucking in her breath she
explained that Kristina had gone out with a bunch of local boys
in an old pick-up against her orders. She wanted to go to a
concert in the city and she had refused. She went anyway while
she was in the bath.
"C'mon", I said, "I've got a spare helmet".
"What!, she replied "on a bike?"
"Well I don't own a car and I don't know any better way to
overtake them.".
We went down to the garage and I quickly rolled out one of the
few bikes with a dual seat, a Laverda Jota. I threw Sonja a
helmet while I booted the Laverda to life. Donning my own lid I
beckoned Sonja to jump on behind.
I must admit the Laverda's throaty howl always sends a burst of
adrenaline through me. We roared off towards the main road. As we
picked up speed I became aware of Sonja's warm body tucking into
my back.
The Laverda made short work of the beat up old truck and soon we
were sitting on it's tail. Pulling along side I motioned for them
to pull over. In the driver's seat was a local lad of about 18
I vaguely knew. On the other side was his younger brother of
about 16. Kristina was sitting in between them.
In my best courtroom voice I ordered them to turn around or I'd
call the police charging them with child abduction. To be honest
they were all a little shocked and readily complied. We tailed
them as they made their way back to town. I Sonja still insisted
on pressing herself against me even though we were now at the
more leisurely pace of about 100kph.
The boys dropped Kristina at home and ,sobbing, she ran inside.
Sonja slid off the bike and handed me the helmet.
"Oh thank you, thank you " she said breathless " I don't know
what I would have done" ,
" No problem" I said, "Any chance to take a bike for a spin",
" Yes, I've never been on one before you know, it was ..kind of
...thrilling in a way" she blushed furiously and dropped her eyes
to the ground. " I mean......"
"It's alright, quite a buzz isn't it", I said, " perhaps we could
go for a ride again, but in other circumstances, of course."
I don't why I said that. Perhaps I just wanted to bring a little
excitement into her life in these difficult times or perhaps I
was thinking of that warm body pressing against me. It had been a
long time since I'd had a female pillion tucked in behind me.
It must have been the latter for when I returned home the thought
of it gave me an enormous erection which I had to beat off twice
before it came under control. I thought of Sonja's nice broad ass
and me sliding my cock between those cheeks. Less proudly was
the thought of that precocious daughter with her jeans pulled
down receiving the spanking of her life.
The next morning I get a phone call about mid morning. "Carlo",
it was Sonja, "Um. could we... I mean.. last night you said...
about going for a ride.. I don't mean to be forward.... But",
"Sure" I said, barely containing my excitement. I was just going
for a spin on my new Furtura, you can tag along if you like."
I knew Kristina was at school and I was secretly hoping that
Sonja might be in for a ride. I'd been toying with the idea of
asking her all morning. Last week I had just purchased an
Aprilia Futura, a sports tourer to take on rallies because it
could carry a bit of camping gear etc. It sported a
near-superbike engine from the RSV, I had one of those too, so it
had plenty of grunt for the open road.
When Sonja appeared the Aprilia was ticking over quietly. It
didn't have the bellow of the Laverda but I hoped the tickling
from it's V twin engine would work it's magic on Sonja.
"Oh my it's big", she blushed at the inadvertent double entendre.
" Mostly furniture", I said, "big fairing, panniers, covers make
it seem big. I thought we'd be more comfortable on it". Did I
detect some sexual tension here? I thought.
"Yes, my back got a little sore last night", more blushing. Oh
yeah!, the air is buzzing.
We headed out to the highway, I thought we would take a cruise
through the mountains, a nice journey of a couple of hours.
Disappointedly for me Sonja could lead back a little with the
longer seat and she soon found she could relax a lot more on
this, her second time on a motorbike.
After taking in the sweepers of the mountain roads we felt the
need to stop a while for a stretch and a sit down. I chose a nice
picnic spot by a stream and we plonked ourselves down on the bank
with our sandwichs and little bottle of wine.
The talk mostly centred on her daughter and her life, the
struggle of getting by on her own.
"Can you believe, this is the most fun I've had in, maybe three
years, since before Frank..."
"Yeah well I didn't think you had much fun there either", Isaid
"No I guess...but he could control Kristina."
"how?" I said, suddenly interested.
"Well, when she was rude he used to.....um..well spank her",
"Oh", I said, feeling that old familiar tingle.
"She needs that now you know" She said, "I wish you could punish
her, I'm just not strong enough.."
"Couldn't you get some family member or someone, I'm not sure it
would be appropriate for a neighbour to do it. There are legal
issues." I knew that to be rubbish because I would have her
Mother's consent but I guess I was a little nervous about where
the conversation was leading.
"No there's no-one else. No-one I can trust. Please, help me".
I don't know whether it was the desperation in her voice, or
those deep brown eyes but I found myself agreeing to be her proxy
punishment provider. I didn't know what I was letting myself in
for.
Part 2 follows.
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