Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Spanking Naomi (Mf span pett voy hs teen) By Aaron Webster Opening Statements This story is part of the Schoolgirl Scandals series archived at www.asstr.org/~aaronwebster/ These stories contain scenes of a sexual nature, involving adults, teenagers, preteens and others. If this disturbs you, or it is illegal for you to view this type of material in your area, you should STOP READING NOW! This story may be freely distributed across the internet or in print, provided: - That the entire text (including these opening statements) is preserved intact. - That you drop me an e-mail to badteecha@hotmail.com to let me know where it is (who knows I may even make a link to your site). - That, if you archive it on a pay-site, you at least give me a password in. Finally: This story is a fantasy. All characters are fictitious and I in no way condone acts of a sexual or violent nature towards minors. If you are unable to differentiate between fantasy & reality, please don't read this story. The Story (1,843 words) Monday, 4th September 2000. 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 [Home]