Chapter 4

It happened that one afternoon, Miss Gavin, the pretty twenty-five year old Arithmetic teacher, whose classes were finished for the day, decided to walk across the old boarded up vacant lot, which looked like a curious sort of place, filled with all sorts of interesting junk. It was very overgrown and difficult to walk through, but Miss Gavin was an enterprising young woman, and so she decided to anyway.

When she had gotten about half way across, she had stumbled in sort of a gopher hole or something like that, and had hurt her ankle slightly, so she had decided to lie on a grassy knoll and rest a while, before pushing on, for the lot itself was genuinely enormous.

She had not been there too long when she heard the distant ringing of the school bell, which carried a long way in the spring, and then the tramp of feet behind her and girlish giggling.

Whoever the people were, they couldn't see her because the knoll was in the way. She decided to lie still and eavesdrop, just out of playfulness.

"Have you girls ever been spanked," she heard a male voice that sounded rather like that of the traffic cop, Henry Yancy. She smiled to herself, for she was a modern woman and was thus perfectly aware that for many people spanking is a very serious way of getting their kicks. She was perhaps a bit surprised that it should be Yancy who was engaged in it, for he seemed like the most ordinary of men, but then she'd heard of odder things in the world.

What had surprised her was the plural, "girls." He clearly must be quite a swinger. She was expecting to hear the voices of the women, and was interested to see if she could judge how old they were from their voices.

She nearly jumped out of her skin, when she realized that the piping "No, I haven't officer Yancy," that she heard came not merely from a Child, and not from a sophisticated young woman as she had been expecting, but that the child in question was clearly none other than little Melanie Robertson, who was in her arithmetic class.

"Good heavens," she thought, "what on earth have I stumbled onto?" She was no prude, compared to the usual abysmal standards, but though a very pretty woman herself, and one whose lovely little hole had already been thoroughly plumbed, she was genuinely indignant at the idea of Yancy leading this little girl astray. And somehow the fact that Melanie was the star pupil in her class made it all the more annoying.

"I've been spanked a bit, by my dad, but it wasn't much fun," another voice said. That was little Emily Houghton, who was also in her class. This Yancy seemed to be some kind of first class pervert, and she felt that it was high time that he was sent to jail, where he obviously belonged.

She decided though that she wouldn't break up the little party yet, though. If she was going to send this pervert Yancy to jail, and she certainly intended to do just that, she had to have proof that something was going on.

She had, in fact, to be able to swear on the witness stand that she had seen Yancy about to committ some indecent act with the little girls. That would fix his wagon, the bastard!

"These spankings will be different, girls, that I promise you," the good natured Yancy said, perfectly unaware of the considerable danger threatening him from the other side of the knoll. There was a bush on top, and Miss Gavin had been able to crawl to the top of the knoll and peered out, with the bush making it hard for anyone to see her.

"You see, girls," he said, "sex is wonderful, but one of the things that makes it that way is the variety in it. If everyone just did the same things all the time, it would stop being so much fun, don't you expect?"

In fact, the impression he got from the expression on the little girl's angelic faces was that they found sex to be so much fun that they really couldn't see how it could ever be less than at least pretty damn great.

Miss Gavin quivered in rage at the thought of such perverse doctrine being poured into the minds of innocent lambs. In fact, her lovely breasts heaved with indignation. She could really hardly wait for Yancy's arrest and trial, in the course of which she would be an avenging angel taking revenge for innocence lost.

That was pretty typical square thinking, for of course it presupposes that some forms of sexual activity are more corrupt than others. This is the puritan heritage coming through, because this sort of classification of sex acts into the permissible and the impermissible usually in the end involves placing all the ones that are really fun in the forbidden category.

"So, girls," the unsuspecting Yancy continued, "I'll take turns spanking you. If you aren't enjoying yourselves, just tell me, and I'll stop instantly. But tell me in words, because crying is often a sign that the woman is really enjoying the spanking she is getting!"

That word "woman" in there made all the difference as far as the girls' attitudes went for they were accustomed to think of spankings in terms of punishments meted out to children like themselves.

But once they saw that in fact, spankings are often really enjoyed by sophisticated women such as they wanted to be themselves one day, and that some of these women in fact never liked to have sex without a good spanking first, they were determined to find out what this new womanly thing was.

Emily was to be spanked first, for she knew that it was Melanie whom Henry loved, and that in consequence he would like to wind things up with a sex session with her.

The little girl was a bit scared, of course, as she pulled off her dress and dropped her panties (she was intelligent and could guess that sophisticated women did not retain their panties when being spanked), but at the same time she could feel a very special sort of feeling in her clit too, an excited feeling, and she knew that although she was afraid of that big palm of Officer Yancy, she was also very curious to see what it would be like to have it whapping down on her little ass.

There was an old abandoned refrigerator lying on its side, and Henry sat on that.

"Over my knee," he said sternly, and Emily could guess that this sternness was an important part of the whole business. That's really one of the things that's nicest about having children for lovers.

Everything is so new to them and one can try things that one doesn't think one is in fact particularly good at, in the confident expectation that the child will react with wonderment and delight.

She felt so light and delicate on his lap, so feminine and fragile, as if he could break her in two with one blow, though of course he wanted to bring pleasure to her tender body, for he knew from personal experience that there is real joy mixed up in pain.

But her very tenderness and fragility was in some ways the best part, for it contrasted with his own rugged masculinity, and what was even better, it gave him a sense of responsibility towards her (in this case not to beat beyond the child's powers of endurance) and it was this responsibility which made him feel particularly manly.

His hand hovered above the tiny little globes, which for all their size were perfectly formed, and of the creamiest white. Well, they wouldn't be white much longer, he thought, drooling.

Both girls had assured him they bathed and dressed themselves, and that their parents would not therefore get a chance to see the redness of their bottoms and ask embarassing questions. The idea of having their bottoms temporarily reddened like that was sexy, and the business of discussing the problem which the reddening might bring was even more sexy.

Little Emily felt her clit tighten as the hand, which she couldn't see but knew was suspended right above her little ass, still hung in the air, and hadn't yet come down with a stinging report upon her skin. That was because Henry knew that in sex, the torment of waiting is often almost the best part.

Even Miss Gavin was getting impatient. She told herself that that was because she didn't want to have to wait in order to break up these perverse sex games, but that certainly didn't explain the tightening of her clit, and the subtle contractions of her cunt. She was so lovely that it was really a crying shame that she was a semi-prude, by swingers' standards.

WHAP! The blow came down, and Emily let out a little yelp, even though she had told herself that she was going to be very brave and keep quiet. But after the surprise of the first blow, she managed to get herself together as she felt the blows plummed down upon her without mercy. She told herself that she wasn't going to cry, and for a surprisingly long time she didn't.

But of course, pain applied in reasonably large amounts suffices to break down a will however stubborn, and so, after a while, and as a more and more enthusiastic Henry laid the blows into her quivering ass, tears did indeed start to form in her eyes, and to trickle down her lovely smooth cheeks.

Miss Gavin felt indignation at the sight of the little girl being brought to tears in that fashion, but at the same time she couldn't help licking her lips either. In fact, she couldn't help noticing the fact that there was a certain very definite and undeniable wetness about her panties.

But speaking of wetness, she was nowhere matching either the little victim or her friend, for both of them were now soggier than they had ever been.

Particularly Melanie, who had a chance to watch her friend being disciplined, and thinking about how it wouldn't be too long before her own little ass was catching it in a similar fashion.

WHAP! WHAP WHAP! Henry could hardly remember when he had ever enjoyed himself more, if he cut the deep emotional experiences out of the picture and just thought in terms of straight, old-fashioned physical pleasure.

His hand was stinging, of course, but nothing like so much as the little girl's bottom, judging from how red it was, as he laid his blows on first one cheek and then the other, while that special enchanting flat sound of skin slapping skin rang through the air.

Emily was really sobbing now, her little shoulders heaving as he laid on the blows, and so he had to hold her little back all the more tightly so that the aim wouldn't be spoiled, and so that the discipline-blows could continue to land right on target.

Suddenly, as one particularly harsh slap rang across her ass she whimpered, "P-please stop, Officer Yancy, I can't take any more, I really can't, but it was heavenly though."

And then she broke into frantic sobs, as the courage which she had shown during the actual punishment melted away once it had stopped. True to his word, Yancy stopped the series at once, and took the trembling, spanked child into his arms to comfort her.

She understood though, why there were women who always wanted to be spanked, for she herself now felt incredibly womanly and desirable. She felt so feminine and frail as the strong male arms cradled her and comforted her, and as the strong right hand no longer inflicted pain, but limited itself to stroking her black hair.

Of course, what she was really looking forward to now was the promised sex.

She didn't have long to wait, either, for the strong hands laid her on the grass, and in the next second, she could feel the eager male tongue at her cunt, lapping and slurping and tickling it.

He didn't give her his prick to suck because he realized that she now felt totally passive, and just wanted to have pleasure inflicted upon her in the same way as the pain had been.

The tongue pressed the lovely labia, and slid around the hole, until finally giving the already sopping wet clit a couple of sharp rubs that were more than enough to set the little girl off, so that she was coming hard, parti, as a result of the tongue action, partly (and perhaps mostly) on account of the spanking which she had received.

Her ass was resting on the ground and as she came, with Henry still licking her cunt, the little buttocks, which were of course all red and raw, chafed against the ground, but she didn't mind that one little bit.

After the spasms died away, he kissed her, and she got up with a wonderfully womanly look on her delightful face. She really was a thoroughly adorable child.

But now for the part that he was really looking forward to, for it was Melanie whom he loved, and if spanking is a lot of fun in almost any circumstances, it is twice the fun to spank someone whom you love, particularly if you are doing it because you love them, that is, because you want to give them pleasure.

So it was with extra care that he settled Melanie over his knees, for he wanted this to be in some sense the perfect spanking. Then, whap! He was laying it into her with the vigorous palm of his hand, in great arching stinging slaps that had soon turned the little ass into a really angry looking red.

Melanie didn't try to prove herself to be braver than she was, for who wants to try and put up a false front to fool a lover? So right from the word go she was bawling and wailing, while Henry alternated from first one cheek than another, with a smile on his face, and an incredible hard-on on his prick. If only this little girl's hole were big enough! Well, he knew from experience how nice her mouth was, so he supposed that he shouldn't complain.

Whack! Whack! Whack! Down came the blows on the helpless, crying little filly, but though the tears poured down her face in rivers she still didn't cry out for him to stop, despite the fact that by this time the whole ass had been struck repeatedly, so that it was almost incredibly painful.

Then, suddenly, as he brought his palm down on the defenseless flesh, Henry felt a shudder under his hand, then another, and he realized that he had spanked the girl to a come. It was really delightful, with her jiggling across his knees like that, while he just kept the palm of his hand resting on the tender flesh, so that he could feel the delightful little spasms.

As soon as she had finished, he clutched her to him tighter than he had ever clutched any female before, and covered her smiling little face with kisses. She looked incredibly happy and proud, and presumably had hoped to be spanked to a come. That was why she had been able to hold out so long under the rain of tormenting blows.

She had been visualizing this moment of glory ahead of her, when she would feel incredibly feminine and passive. And of course he felt incredibly masculine, too. It was a very nice idea, and he felt that he had never loved her as intensely as he did right now.

What a delicious girl he thought, as he felt the pussy juice dripping down her leg, dripping onto his own, for of course both of them were naked.

He still had his own come to get off, though, that was for certain. He was sure that Melanie wouldn't mind sucking his prick for him, even though she had just come, and indeed he wouldn't swear in advance that a piece like Melanie wouldn't be able to get cranked up for a second bang-off in even so short a period of time as that. But just to be playful he said aloud, "Too bad there aren't other naughty girls around who need to be spanked."

And of course he nearly fell over backwards with surprise when he heard a soft, gentle voice from behind a knoll say, "Here's a naughty girl in need of a spanking."

It was, of course, Miss Gavin. Her first intention had been to stop the proceedings and then later have Henry arrested. But of course instincts are often stronger than intentions, and when she had seen the policeman's hand slamming into the delicate feminine bottoms of the little girls, she had found herself getting increasingly worked up.

In fact, like almost all women, she had a certain lesbian angle to her personality that she hadn't been aware of, and the mere sight of the two little darlings standing there naked, with their little unfledged twats, was enough to make her own clit tingle and stiffen, and her high, nice breasts swell up against the fabric of her dress.

Add to that the strongly erotic quality of spanking itself, and it is no wonder that by the time that little Melanie was orgasming across her lover's lap, Miss Gavin felt her cunt was on fire, despite the fact that it was really awash with pussy fluid.

She knew then that she just had to be spanked then and there, and her clit had given an extra tingle at the thought of the male hand slamming into her very round, very soft ass.

Henry's jaw dropped open in surprise at the sight of this unexpected visitor, but she hastened to reassure him. "Don't worry," she said, "I won't tell anyone about any of this. I must confess that I was disgusted at first by what I saw, but the tenderness and love which you showed in spanking Melanie was such that I couldn't help but be moved!"

His nerve starting to return, Henry surveyed the attractive woman. He certainly preferred little girls, but grown women could be fun too, for a change, and it would be interesting to compare the experience of spanking a woman with that of spanking a little girl.

"What do you say, Melanie," he said to his little lover. He believed that as a spanking is a very intimate affair, it was only right that she be allowed to help him decide whether he should spank anyone else but her and her close friend Emily.

"Oh, officer Yancy," Melanie said, "Miss Gavin is my favorite teacher. I don't mind at all if she wants to be spanked by you."

"Okay Miss Gavin," he said, as the voluptuous brunette started to peel off her clothing. What was cute was the wonder with which the two little minxes at his side watched the woman undress, for they were obviously thinking about how one day they would have bodies like that.

In fact, judging from the way their eyes moved, they couldn't make up their minds which they wanted to look at more, Miss Gavin's firm, high breasts, or her mossy triangle, both of which perfectly symbolized her womanhood.

As soon as she was undressed, Miss Gavin stepped over to the girls, whom she saw every day in class, and for that matter had seen only about an hour before, and examined their glowing little bottoms.

"Ohh, Emily, I bet that stings," she said, lightly touching Emily's flaming nether cheeks, so that the girl winced slightly from the pressure on the tender skin.

"It does Miss Gavin," the little angel said, "but it's such a nice hurt!"

"I'll bet it is," she said with a smile, patting the girl on the head and thinking how little Emily must feel a bit out of it without a grown-up lover of her own. Well, she wasn't at all sure that she wouldn't enjoy filling that role herself.

"Will my ass be as red and tender as that when you're done?" she asked Henry with a bright smile. "I sure hope so, Officer Yancy."

"Much more so, because you're a big girl now, and I hope you'll be able to hold out even longer than the girls did, though they held out a hell of a long time. And by the way, call me Henry, if you like."

"Thanks," she said, placing herself over Henry's knees. "I'm Linda."

It felt so odd to her to be draped over a man's knees like this, just like when she was a little girl, but it felt exciting too. And she had the pleasure which the little girls couldn't know of feeling her tits hang down heavily.

"Mmm, you're pretty wet, Linda, Henry said, reaching his hand in between her legs and pulling on the soft woman-lips. "Well, I'll just have to see if I can make you even wetter."

And with this, he brought a frightfully hard blow down on the right buttock. WHACK! Another one, this time on the left buttock. He alternated like that at first, gradually building up the pace until his hands were slashing down in a hail of discipline on the upturned and helpless ass.

Miss Gavin had told herself that it would be undignified to cry, and so she had bit her lip and tried to hold out, but instincts are instincts, and no one could possibly have held out for long under that kind of treatment.

Soon, the tears were pouring down her face, and she was bawling like a baby, and gasping each time the rugged male hand slapped the stinging skin. She bucked and heaved under his firm grip, and her tits flopped as she did so, but none of this did anything to alleviate in the slightest way either the searing pain she felt, or the rain of blows that was causing it and adding to it!

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! She felt almost as if she couldn't take any more, and yet, her clit was stiffer than it had ever been before, and her cunt certainly a good deal wetter.

As for little Melanie and Emily they were really getting turned on by the sight of their teacher being relentlessly disciplined in this fashion.

Henry was pretty turned on too, and as she lay across his lap she could feel the big prick, eager to fire its load. But great though it was to be disciplining Miss Gavin, there could be no doubt about it, little girls were more fun.

Most men would have said that the beautiful teacher, with her high tits and soft moss utterly symbolized femininity, but Henry associated femininity primarily with delicacy and fragility, and here, of course, an eleven-year-old-girl is very hard to beat!

"Hard to beat but fun to beat," Henry said to himself, smiling at the pun.

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! Linda Gavin didn't know what it was that she was having a harder time standing, the severity of the spanking, or the incredible need that she felt for a come.

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! Henry was sure there was, amid the livid red on Linda's ass, a darker red where the repeated swats fell.

"Oh, please, Henry," she sobbed, "I can't take any more, I just can't! After all, I'm only a woman!"

So he stopped and cradled her in his arms in just the same way as he had done with little Emily and little Melanie. Despite their ages, all females are pretty largely alike, he found, though it seemed strange to him to be holding this big woman in the same way as he had been holding delicate little girls only minutes before.

"Henry," she gasped through her tears as he lightly stroked her face and hair, "please fuck me, please!"

"Melanie?" he asked, and got an affirmative nod of the little girl's head in reply. Women are usually understanding with one another, and Melanie knew, from her earlier come-need, how badly the severly spanked Miss Gavin must need to get it off.

Henry was really eager to get into action. He certainly preferred little girls, but he had nothing against women and the spanking that he had just given to Linda, combined with the one that he had administered to Melanie, had his tool really stiff and frantic.

He would be glad for a chance to stick it in a cunt again, something that he had not dared to do with little Melanie for fear of really hurting her.

So he had Linda on the ground in a trice, and got into position, ready to thrust it in.

It goes without saying that the two little girls were really wide-eyed at the sight of the mystery of sex about to be perpetrated in front of them. How each of their cunts tingled with the desire to have Officer Yancy's prick inside of them, and how they envied Miss Gavin!

The cock looked like it was about to explode a great creaming load into her hot cunt. The girls were standing really close now, and peering away eagerly for they obviously didn't want to miss a single detail.

A gasping Linda, whose ass rubbed and chafed painfully on the ground, and whose cunt felt all the more excited because the ass was rubbing and chafing painfully, felt the tip of the hard knob touch the lips of her cunt, and then slowly slide in.

Mmmm, that felt good, she thought, as her female hole swallowed up the big dick. In, in, in, in-it slid, on the already very copious cunt-fluid. Then, after Yancy had gotten in all the way, he started to pull out slowly, while Linda gasped. Then, back in again.

Emily and Melanie were both playing with themselves as they watched this enactment of the primal scene, with a soft woman gasping and writhing under a bucking male with a hard, rampant dick!

No! That was really good, Henry thought, as he felt the pressure of the cunt walls on his organ. Then he was ramming the shots home harder and harder, and each time he did he felt the pressure of the cunt, which seemed as if it wanted to constrict him, and keep him from ever withdrawing his luscious meat.

Faster and faster heaved the hips of the man, as the pole slammed back and forth inside the weltering cunt, which felt like it was just about to melt.

Buck! Buck! Buck! And then, just as the man and the woman were getting really frantic and desperate with their come need, Linda felt a tightening of her muscles, and Henry felt an all too familiar feeling in his balls, and all of a sudden, his prick was shuddering off in the spasms of its eager come, as it fired the male wad into the depths of a cunt that was already being torn by the spasms of woman cunt-pleasure which were ripping through Linda's soft female body.

"Ohhh, oh Henry, Oh no, no, ohhh!" she gasped, as she felt them both ride it out together, with his prick firing in her palpitating cunt.

"Whooo," he said, "did you have a good time?"

"Heavenly. You're fantastic. And you?"

"You're a great fuck, Linda, particularly when you've been properly prepared with a good sound spanking, but I do prefer little girls and I am in love. It was nice to get a cunt around my cock again though."

"You mean that you don't actually fuck little Melanie?" Linda asked.

"I'm afraid that I might hurt her if I did."

"Oh I wouldn't worry about that," she said. "Don't forget that a woman's cunt can expand enough to let a baby out, though that admittedly represents something of the outer limits. There are even girls of twelve who have given birth!" For some funny reason, now that she had enjoyed peeping at Yancy's sex play with Melanie, the idea of having him fuck the little girl really appealed to her, though she probably wouldn't have a chance to watch that. And also, like most women, she was just tremendously fascinated by the idea of sex, and she really liked the idea of helping other people out with her suggestions on the subject.

"Thanks for telling me all this, Linda," he said, licking his chops. He would have to think very hard before actually going on to fuck little Melanie, for the risk of discovery would probably be higher, though she could always tell her parents that she had sat down wrong on a bicycle seat.

And the legal hot water he would be in if he were caught would be all the more severe but still, it was all very tempting as an idea.

"I notice that you're in love with Melanie," Linda said, whispering so that the two girls couldn't hear. "But what about Emily?"

"I enjoy Emily as a nice girl and a good backstop, but there's no emotional attachment. If you want to have some good lesbo fun (and if you don't you're a very unusual woman) my advice to you is that you get hooked up with her."

The girls had gone off some distance after the fuck had been over, in order to whisper together. That was why they didn't notice the whispering between Henry and Linda.

"Oh, Emily, it looks so wonderful!" Melanie said.

"I know, it isn't like the slides and films at all, is it? And it must be so much nicer when you're really in love!"

"Yes," Melanie said with a dreamy tone in her voice.

She couldn't help imagining what it would be like to have Officer Yancy's prick inside her little cunt. The idea made her tremble a bit with fear, for her little hole really didn't seem that big, and she was afraid that he might hurt her, but on the other hand, her little clit tingled at the thought of her cunt being all gorged and filled and plugged like that, and what is more, the idea of being hurt in that manner was very exciting too. After all, spanking hurt, but no one could pretend that a sex spanking wasn't fun.

Maybe she would be able to talk her lover into trying it on her. She was scared, but she was also very, very eager.