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 (c) Copyright Henrik Larsen 2001





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   This story contains elements of explicit sexual nature.

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complain about how awful it is that somebody writes stuff like this.  If
that's the case, my advice is to seek professional help.  You need it.  If
you are not allowed to read stories like this, I will not be held
responsible, if you choose to continue.  But don't worry; it's all fantasy.

   A great thanks to Old Rotorhead and Cagey.  I'm very grateful for their
patient work, correcting and editing my stories, and their constant
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   The Neighbour's daughter.  Chapter 12.



   It didn't occur to me until later, how humiliating it must have been for
Mrs Larsen to be found like she was, lying on the bathroom floor, dressed
only in her nightgown, wet with her own urine.  I was slowly beginning to
understand why she wanted to die.  It had something to do with dignity. 
The full extent of her thoughts still escaped me, but I was coming to terms
with it.

   The last Saturday before our two, almost three weeks separation, I
waited for Sophie in the library entrance hall as usually.  Sophie came in,
and went to the counter to hand in the books she had read the past week.  I
went up to her as she left the counter.

   "Hurry up!  We have to find some books quickly," she said.

   "Why?"

   We never picked books up until after our tête-à-tête in the labyrinth.

   "Mum and dad are going to the new mall outside of town and dad is going
to see a demonstration of some power tools at half past eleven.  They won't
be home until half past twelve at the earliest, and I asked if I could go
home when I'd finished here and they said yes!  We can go home to your
place and make love.  Come on!" Sophie spoke fast, and she was so excited
that she almost forgot to breathe.

   "Great!" was all I could say.

   Sophie picked books at random from the shelves.  If her parents looked
at the books she borrowed, they would probably wonder why she'd taken ten
book by authors, all beginning with A, but I don't think they did.  In less
than three minutes we were out of the library, on the way home.

   "I couldn't believe it when they said yes.  We'll have at least two
hours," Sophie said.

   "And we will be able to make love in my bed," I added.

   "Oh yes!  I've missed that so much.  You know what I've missed too?"
Sophie asked rhetorically.  "Last time, before I went on vacation, when we
made love all day?  I was so sore.  It lasted for three days and it felt so
wonderful.  I could feel you all the time."

   "Well, we'll have to do our best, then.  Two hours is not much compared
to six or seven hours."

   Sophie was quiet for moment.

   "I'd like to play a little game," she finally said.

   "What kind of game?"

   "I'd like to be a naughty little schoolgirl and you'll be the headmaster
and punish me," she replied, looking anxiously at me.

   I didn't quite get it.

   "Eh, what do you mean?"

   "You'll have to punish me because I've been naughty, like . . .  spank
my bottom," she said blushing and looked away.

   I remembered the story she'd told me about Nina and the guy that had
spanked her.  I'd wonder what could be exciting about it and then forgot
about it.  Sophie apparently hadn't.

   "Do you really want me to spank you?"

   Sophie didn't look at me when she answered.

   "I . . .  Yes!  Nina said it was so exciting and I want to feel . . .  I
mean, we haven't got time enough to make me really sore and I want to . . .
preserve the feeling of you.  And I like it when we play games," she added.

   "Wanna play games, eh?" I said.

   I think I was trying to buy time.  I simple didn't know what to say or
do.  I'd never imagined that I'd be spanking a girl.  There was one of the
other farmers back home who beat his wife.  We didn't know it until his
wife left him with their kids.  Both mum and dad were outraged and they
made sure that my brother and I knew that it was something that one didn't
do.  This was different but still similar, in a way.

   "Yes, I want to play.  I'll be a very ill mannered and obstinate girl.
You'll be my biology-teacher and you'll have to be very strict.  I've
bunked off and you'll question me to find out what I've been up to.  Then
you'll punish me," Sophie said.

   She's interpreted my question as acceptance of her suggestion.  It
wasn't what I meant, but she kind of saved me from making a decision.  She
was so happy and excited that I couldn't make myself say no anyway.  I'd
just have to play along the best I could.

   "You want me to start the interrogation now?" I asked.

   "No, I think we better wait until we are alone."

   "What if it hurts when I spank you?  You know I don't want to hurt you."

   "Well, I think . . ..  You'll spank me and ask if I've learned the
lesson or something like that, and if I say no, you'll have to punish me
more," Sophie said.  "I don't want you to hurt me, just make my bottom
hot."

   There was no doubt in my mind that she'd been planning this.

   "Maybe you'll have to teach me other lessons, too," Sophie added.

   "Now, that sounds interesting," I said.  "I can imagine what kind of
lessons those are."

   - - -

   Once inside my flat, we shed our coats and went into the living room. 
I'd been considering how to go about it while we walked, and I'd decided to
start off as soon as we were home.

   "Young lady!  You didn't show up for my biology class yesterday.  Where
were you and what were you doing?" I asked, trying to sound very strict.

   "What's it to you?" Sophie replied in a very provocative tone.

   I could see in her eyes that she enjoyed her role.

   "I will not tolerate that kind of answer, young lady!  Don't make things
worse for yourself.  Where were you?"

   I pronounced every word very clearly as if I was very upset.  Sophie
just frowned at me.

   "Do I have to spank you to make you understand?"

   "I'm too big to be spanked," Sophie said.

   "Don't count on it.  Where were you?"

   "I was . . .  out," Sophie frowned.

   "Well, that's it, young lady!  I'll have to teach you some manners.  If
you won't listen, you'll have to feel.  Bent over and put your hands on the
chair."

   "Ha!  You think I'll tell you just because you spank me," Sophie said,
defiantly.  "I'm not going to say anything, even if you spank my bare
bottom."

   "We'll see about that!"

   I pulled her skirt up over her lovely bottom and pulled her panties
down. She went a little out of character, stepped out of her panties and
picked them up.  I pretended not to notice.  Standing next to her, I raised
my hand.  It was a strange feeling.  I didn't want to hurt her, but at the
same time, I was carried away by the game.  When my hand fell, it hit her a
little harder than I'd planned.

   Sophie didn't make a sound, she just stood there presenting her bare
bottom for me to spank.  I gave her three more of the same strength, before
I paused.

   "Well, young lady.  What were you doing?" I asked.

   "If you think you can make me talk by patting my bottom like that,
you're a old fool."

   I interpreted her answer as an invitation to spank her a little harder,
which I did.  I gave her two more, and Sophie jerked a little after the
first slap, but that was probably because she didn't anticipate the smack
to come that quickly.  I still didn't hit her very hard.  Since she didn't
react, I continued the spanking with four slaps, two on each buttock.

   I can't really say what happened and when, but I began to feel aroused
by the situation.  The sight of her bare bottom would normally excite me,
but it was more than that.  It was a little like when she asked me to gag
her.  Suddenly, I didn't mind spanking her, I kind of enjoyed it.

   "Do I have to get rough on you?" I asked, just to make sure that she
wanted me to go on.

   "HA!" Sophie replied.

   We could go on forever this way, so this time I increased the strength
more than the first time.  The following two, quick slaps stung, no doubt
about it.  Sophie sucked in air very rapidly and for a moment I was afraid
that I'd been too rough.  Sophie arched her back, pushing up her lovely
bottom even more.  I gave her two more.

   The pale skin of her bottom was turning pink, and when I brushed my hand
lightly over her buttocks, I could feel that she was getting hotter.

   "Just remember that I haven't even started to punish you yet," I said as
a clue to Sophie to get on with the game.

   "How hard will you spank me then, ha?" Sophie asked.

   "You want to get a taste?" I asked in a very strict tone.

   "Try me!"

   I gave her one slap, harder than before and hard enough to make her
yelp.

   "OK," she said.  "I went out to meet a boy."

   "I see.  And what were the two of you doing."

   "He was going to teach me something about biology that you can't."

   "I see.  And what would that be, young lady?"

   "You'd like to know, wouldn't you?"

   She answered me in a very cheeky tone.  I gave her two quick slaps and
she yelped surprised.

   "Aw!"

   "I told you not to answer me that way."

   "He was going to teach me how to fuck, OK?" Sophie said, less
provocative now.

   "Mind your language, young lady," I warned her.

   "Fuck you!"

   Sophie was caught up in the game as much as I was.  She expected the
next two slaps and didn't utter a sound.

   "So you want to know what this part of your body is going to be used
for?" I asked, and let my fingers brush lightly over her crotch.

   Sophie spread her legs a little.

   "You haven't told us, have you?" she said.

   "And this boy you met with, did he tell you?"

   "That's none of your business," Sophie impertinently replied.

   "You are earning yourself a serious spanking this way, young lady," I
said.  "I think you'd better tell me."

   "He didn't show up, now did he?" she replied.

   "Oh, so you still don't know?"

   "I do know, I mean, I know that he was going to put his cock in my
cunt!"

   "I warned you!  Using those filthy words will only make it worse."

   "I don't care!"

   "We'll see about that!" I said.  "I'll spank you until you beg me to
stop, and then I'll show you that I can teach you about human reproduction,
too."

   It sounded awfully formal, just the way one of my old teachers would
have said it.  Sophie raised her bottom defiantly.  It was already pretty
red and for a brief second my worries about hurting her returned.

   "You can't teach me shit!" Sophie spat out.

   It wasn't like Sophie to use that kind of language or answer back like
that and it got me back in my role again.  I began to spank her poor
bottom. I didn't count the slaps, just waited for her to give me the sign
to stop.  I think I put more and more strength into it.  Sophie didn't say
a word and her bottom was really beginning to glow.

   "Will you beg me to stop now," I asked without stopping.

   "NO!" Sophie answered and raised her bottom even more.

   I think I was too much into my role.  Sophie's answer made me hit her
harder than I'd planned to do.  Two red imprints of my hand were clearly
visible on Sophie's already red buttocks.  She let out a scream and raised
herself to a standing position.  Her hands flew back to cover herself.

   "Sophie.  I'm sorry.  I . . ." I began, but she cut me off.

   "Please stop, Mr teacher.  I'll be good," Sophie hissed as she rubbed
her glowing bottom.

   I was about to explain how sorry I was that I'd hurt her, but since she
stayed in her role, I assumed that she wanted to continue the game.

   "So, the little lady could get enough after all," I smirked.

   "I . . .  yes."

   "Are you sorry your little bottom is hurting?" I asked and pushed her
hands away from her buttocks to feel for myself.

   "Yes."

   "I hope that will teach you not to mess with me again.  "

   "Yes, sir," Sophie obediently replied.

   "But I think I need to teach you another lesson."

   "Please don't spank me again," Sophie pleaded.

   "I won't, if you behave.  I'll teach you a lesson about human biology,"
I said.

   "What do you mean?" Sophie said and looked very, very innocent.

   "Take off your clothes and we'll start with the female anatomy."

   I think Sophie kind of forgot her role again.  She immediately began to
strip with a happy, excited smile on her face.  She had her back to me and
as she shed the last piece of clothe, I could really see how red her bottom
was.  I braced myself with the thought that it was what she wanted.

   She turned around to face me, again remembering her role and timidly
covering her chest and crotch with her arms.

   "Come over here and take your arms down," I barked.

   She complied reluctantly, but she couldn't help smiling.

   "I can see it's about time that somebody told you about human biology.
First," I said, "we'll have a look at you.  This is a mammary gland."

   A cupped her tits with my hands and brushed over her nipples with my
thumbs.

   "You know what they are for, don't you?"

   "My tits?  Yes, sir.  They are for babies to suckle milk from," Sophie
replied.

   "Yes, but you will find that they serve another purpose as well," I
said. "How does it make you feel, when I do this?"

   I let my thumbs play with her nipples.

   "It . . .  tickles in sort of a nice way," Sophie replied.

   "Yes, and if I do this," I said and sucked her left nipple into my
mouth.

   "Oh god, yes.  That feels good," she sighed.

   This time, it was me who forgot my role in the game and I sucked on both
her nipples for quite a while, before I remembered what I was supposed to
do.

   "We better continue the lesson in the bedroom," I said and guided Sophie
towards the door.

   Once in there, I ordered her to lie on the bed and spread her legs.  She
timidly complied, again trying to cover her crotch, but I firmly removed
her hand.  I sat down next to her on the bed and put my hand on her pussy.
It was as hot as her bottom.

   "So, young lady, what do you call this?"

   "Eh, my cunt?  No, sorry, sir.  My pussy," she quickly corrected
herself.

   I parted her lips and let one finger slide in between the fold.

   "You are very wet, young lady.  Do you know why?"

   "It's . . .  because you are touching me, sir, and spanked me," Sophie
gasped as my finger flipped her clit from side to side.

   "And why does that make you wet?"

   "Because I want you to fuck me, sir."

   "And you want me to make you come, right?"

   "Yes, sir.  Please make me come."

   "I will.  And then I'm going to teach you about male anatomy."

   I leaned down over her and began to lick her pussy.  Sophie was really
turned on by the game and stayed in her role.

   "Oh yes, sir.  It feels so good.  Please suck on my clit, sir."

   Seconds later she stopped talking and just moaned and whimpered.  Her
orgasm was powerful in the sense that her reactions were strong.  She
pressed her legs tightly together, trapping my head and then bucking her
hips violently.  I think I strained something in my neck, but I didn't
really notice until much later that day.

   I was about to forget my role as I watch Sophie relax in the aftermath
of her orgasm.  She looked so lovely.  The lower part of my face was pretty
wet and I dried it with the back of my hand, before I kissed Sophie.  She
opened her eyes and smiled at me.

   "Thank you, sir.  That was so wonderful.  Will you fuck me now?"

   "I will, young lady, I will."

   I shed my clothes very quickly and stood before Sophie completely naked.


   "Now, this is what a man looks like, young lady." I said.

   "Are you going to put that big cock into my little pussy?" Sophie asked,
almost exaggerating her innocence and ignorance.

   "Yes.  Now you're going to feel what it's like to be fucked."

   Honestly, it sounded so silly and I was getting very aroused.  It was
impossible for me to continue the game.  I was simply too excited.  The
condoms were in my drawer and I remembered to take one and roll it on, but
only just.  Sophie spread her legs wide apart and welcomed me into her
arms. God, it was so good to make love again, feeling her hot body under me
and feeling how she raised her hips to meet me.  If it hadn't been for the
condom, I'd have come the moment I entered her, but I managed to hold back
for a couple of minutes before the urge to come took over, and I pounded
hard into her one last time, loosing myself to that wonderful feeling of
coming inside her.

   We lay close together for a long time, not talking, not moving, just
enjoying the heat, the sweat, the panting and the exhaustion, the closeness
and being together again.  Despite the risky rendezvous in the library,
this was the first time since before Sophie's vacation that I'd felt really
close to her.  This was what I wanted it to be like.

   We talked a little about it afterwards and I tried to explain what I
felt to Sophie.  She felt the same.  Sophie was sure she could persuade her
parents to let her go home from the library alone again, and even if we
didn't have as much time, it would be a lot better than the library. 
Things were improving just a little.



   To be continued.



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