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Snap!
by Headteacher (headteacher06@yahoo.co.uk)

***

Harley was ten years old and always in trouble. This 
time she had gone too far. Her choice was a spanking 
from her mother and expulsion or a spanking from me. 
Some choice. (Mg, extreme-ped, bd, spank)

***

"Harley it's quite easy. You are a thief. You stole 
from your friends. You stole from me. You've probably 
stolen from your mother! You are a thief. Thieves get 
punished."

"But..." she blustered, "You can't expel me...it's not 
fair. Mum's going to give me the biggest belting ever 
as it is." Little tears began forming in her eyes.

But alas for her I was too wise. I had seen those 
crocodile tears before.

"Harley I don't care. You are a thief!" Once again I 
enunciated the words clearly and slowly. "Thieves have 
no place in our school. It's as simple as that!"

"But," she was blubbering now. All the bravado was at 
last disappearing. 

For only ten years old she was quite a tough nut. 
Spoilt rotten by her single mother, until that was, she 
went too far. I knew because her mother had told me. 

"I know I spoil her, but she is my only one and I can't 
have any more and her waster father is long gone. She 
gets a way with murder, but she also knows when she 
goes to far there is only one punishment. A bare bottom 
spanking!"

I think she was trying to shock me. It didn't work. 
"Jolly good idea, should be more of it too. I can name 
a few who would benefit from the same treatment."

She grinned at my reply, "so if she comes to school, 
occasionally with a sore bum you won't be too 
concerned?"

"Oh gosh no, she would have obviously deserved it."

Mum went away smiling. "Well at least this year 
there'll be no busy body liberal do-gooders telling me 
how to raise my child!"

Crocodile tears had given way to real tears as she at 
last began realising the seriousness of her situation. 
This was her third school in two years. She had 'left' 
the other two before she was pushed. I wasn't supposed 
to know, but the grapevine works well in the school 
system. But at nine, which was what she was when she 
came to our small school, how bad could she be. 

Well she tried very hard to show me. It wasn't until I 
rang her mum and Harley came to school the following 
day and found it difficult to sit that things began to 
improve. Susie told me I was the first headmaster who 
didn't complain about her daughter being spanked. 
Harley had always known this obviously played on it. 

The new regime was having an effect. Twice more I had 
recourse to ring mum and twice more she came back the 
following day with a very sore bottom. Mum obviously 
was a woman of her word.

Yes I knew exactly what is in store for Harley when I 
made the phone call, but that wasn't my problem. My 
problem was Harley was a thief. I couldn't allow that 
in my school.

"Please, please, give me another a chance I promise 
..."

"Like your other promises," I scorned her. "Easily 
given then easily broken."

Now the tears were flowing and it was those flowing 
tears and her pleading, which led me down that 
terrible, yet wonderful path.

As she cried drops fell on to her sports t-shirt. It 
was rather tight across her little ten-year-old chest. 
One of those big drops landed right on her nipple. The 
material became wet and the nipple became quite 
evident. At first I didn't really notice. After all she 
was ten and whilst I enjoyed watching older girls begin 
their path to maturity, they were eleven and twelve, 
not just turned ten. Two more drops landed, making the 
area even wetter. 

What was even more amazing was the effect the teardrops 
were having on her nipples. Both nipples. They were 
enlarging. Enlarging quite nicely as well. Until it was 
very, very obvious. Well to me at least. Harley was too 
upset too notice. Shucks!

I looked her over in a new light. She was not the 
slimmest child, but not at all that chubby either. A 
bit short, but sorta nicely padded. Her hips were yet 
to mature, but she did have a nice bum. Sorta padded 
too. Probably a good job seeing what her mother 
inflicted upon it.

Mmmm inflicted upon her. Now that was a thought. I 
began to wonder what it would be like to up end this 
little madam over my lap and tan her backside myself.

Now when I was seventeen I a had a girlfriend Penne who 
was only fourteen and she got spanked by her dad still. 
He didn't know about me. 'Wouldn't have approved,' she 
said. Luckily he worked most nights till about eleven, 
so I'd sneak around and we'd go out for a while or stay 
in kissing and petting on the couch 

Of course I never saw her being spanked, but one night 
she was being very annoying and threatening to kick me 
out. I told her that I'd tell her dad and then she'd be 
for it.

"Why bother," she scoffed, "if you were a real man 
you'd spank me yourself," and she flipped up her short 
skirt and showed off her cute pale lemon panties. 

Now my hands had already discovered the joys of 
fondling her buttocks, but only under her skirt. She 
hadn't let me go any further. Well I grabbed her wrist 
and hauled her over my lap and flicked up her skirt. 
Suddenly she stopped struggling and looked up at me and 
grinned. "You wouldn't dare!"

Well she was wrong. I would and I did. 

I spanked her bottom about six times before stopping. 
Again she grinned up at me and wriggled her bum. "Told 
you! You're not man enough. Dad gives me at least 
thirty," she paused and put out her tongue, "and on my 
bare bottom."

Without thinking I ripped her panties down and began 
slapping and spanking her gorgeous tight buns. They 
went pink and white, then pink and red and then red all 
over. She was squirming and crying, but panting and 
crying too. She rubbed her fanny hard against my legs. 
"Harder you wimp, harder!" she challenged.

Well I did. Until her bottom was well and truly red and 
sore and she was crying for real. I felt her body quake 
and shudder and I realised she had orgasmed. She had 
got off from being spanked. Now I had read a few 
stories about this but never believed it could be true. 
I took her in my arms and kissed and caressed. Her 
clothes were quickly off and before I knew it I was 
ramming my cock hard up in her juicy tight fanny. She 
wasn't a virgin. Surprise! Surprise!

That was also the last time. No sooner had I cum that 
her father burst into the room. He froze in the door 
and the with huge roar grabbed me and dragged me 
outside. He was going to beat the crap out of me. 
Luckily at that moment a bus drew up outside their 
house. It was enough to startle him. 

Me? I legged it stark naked over next-door's fence. Low 
fence I was glad to say.. He tried to follow, but his 
daughter screamed and he turned round. She was standing 
naked in the doorway. The passengers had a great view 
of this naked 14 year old. It brought him to his 
senses. He ran back to the door bundled her inside and 
slammed the door. 

Luckily I had looked back again. I realised before 
screaming Penne had dropped my clothes to one side of 
the door. I crept back and reclaimed them and hurriedly 
dressed in the shadows. I could hear her dad roaring 
inside. 

"Tell me who he was, tell me!' Then I heard a spanking. 
He was spanking her again. Over where I had already 
spanked her. I was about to play the hero and burst 
back in and save her when I heard her voice. 

"No I won't you can spank as hard as you like. I wont. 
I won't." 

Well spank her he did. She was crying alright, but 
crying like she had when I had spanked her to orgasm. 
She was getting off on her dad spanking her. It was all 
too much for me I legged it!

Luckily for me he never found out who I was and a few 
weeks later I crept down the street ready to leg it, 
only to found the house empty. 

Looking at Harley now the similarities were there. 
Brazen, confident, use to being spanked. Not too 
concerned either. Was Harley another Penne. Did she get 
off on being spanked. For Pete's sake she was only ten. 
But then I remembered something Penne had said. 'Dad 
has always spanked me ever since I can remember. It's 
better than anything else I know.' Then she'd grinned, 
'Better than being grounded I mean or losing TV or 
early bed.' 

Looking back on it now I had to wonder was that what 
she meant or was she telling me how much she loved the 
spankings. Was Harley the same? 

I took in her pre-pubescent body in a new light. Penne 
had similar build, especially her nice bum. She had 
also been quite small breasted and it wouldn't take 
much before Harley began that journey into puberty and 
like her older peers begin showing little boobies. Very 
appealing.

Her legs were slim and smooth and under her shortish 
skirt, quite ... well ... sexy. Yes sexy! 

Yes Harley would soon be showing those very vestiges of 
pre-pubescence that I so loved admiring. And admiring 
was all I had ever done. But it was her nipples that so 
took my attention. Rounded, obvious and yes like her 
cute slim legs and yes her bum too, sexy. Very sexy. I 
surveyed her distraught face. She was pretty without 
being beautiful. Her eyes sparkled with life and 
mischief. But her lips. I hadn't noticed these before 
either. Well like I said she was ten. But her lips were 
quite full and at that moment quite pouty. And yes 
quite sexy! The boys would be flocking around before 
very much longer. 

These thoughts though fleeting were very dangerous, but 
also very erotic and very exciting. I felt myself stir 
and I shifted slightly. Harley didn't seem to notice.

I realised she was talking to me. "Anything please!"

I caught the last two words.

"Pardon!" I said sternly.

"I'm truly sorry. It won't happen again. I mean it. 
I'll do anything you ask. Anything Please!"

The catalyst. 

Her begging. 

My thoughts.

I looked at her sternly but carefully. Did she mean it? 
Could I possibly. Would she go along with it? How could 
I best manage it so she had to go along with it, but it 
didn't rebound and bite me?

Then a plan slowly, well quickly really, formed.

"Harley there is a way you could show how sorry you 
really are."

Her eyes opened wide. Hope! "How, please tell me. How?"

"First tell me again, after I expel you what will your 
mother have to say – or do?"

She looked at me surprised and sniffed loudly. "She'll 
give me the spanking of my life, you know that."

"OK so I expel you and your mother spanks you big time, 
right?'

"Yes," she sobbed quite pitifully

I almost felt sorry for her, but I knew her track 
record.

"OK. I sorta feel a bit sorry for you, but I really 
feel sorry for your mother?"

"Why? She won't get spanked."

"No but she will have to suffer the embarrassment of 
having a daughter who is liar and a thief. That will go 
with you to your next school."

"I suppose," she sniffed.

"Right then I have a possible solution. Not for you, 
but for your mother."

Her eyes lifted and lit up in hope. 

"What? Please! Please tell me, anything, anything." 

She stepped a bit closer and her hard little nipples 
were only a short distance from my eyes. They really 
did look cute and so...sexy. Crying out loud! She was 
only ten and I thought she was sexy.

She was close enough to touch. To grasp. To hold. 

I couldn't resist it. 

I placed my hands on her hips, and looked into her 
face, her sweet sexy face. Her pouting soft puffy lips 
were only centimetres from my face. I could fell her 
hot breath. She resisted momentarily and then relaxed. 
Her little body was trembling though.

"Harley I won't expel you."

She let a big sigh of relief.

"I won't even tell your mother what you did, even 
though I really, really should."

"You mean..." she gasped.

"Hush!" I brushed a finger against those soft lips. 
"Listen!"

"But you have been very naughty, very bad indeed. You 
deserve a spanking, don't you?"

SNAP

"Yes, yes I do," she answered in relief. "I promise I 
won't ever steal again or lie."

"So you agree you deserve a spanking?"

"Yes but you said you weren't going to tell mum."

"No I'm not but I am going to spank you!"

There it was out.

"What...! You...! You can't!"

"I can or," I paused, "or I can ring your mum and tell 
her instead." I swivelled away slightly and made as if 
to reach for the phone.

"No, no," she cried, "you said you wouldn't."

"And you said you deserved a spanking."

"I know," she whispered. "But..."

"Harley," I said sternly. "You're going to get a 
spanking. Either from your mum or me. You chose."

I squeezed her hips softly, kindly. "You have to choose 
and you have to choose now."

She gulped I could see the confusion criss crossing her 
face.


Finally she gulped. "How many?"

SNAP!

"You're ten years old so I think ten over my knee over 
your skirt."

I could see the relief flood through her body.

"Ten, you mean it, ten. Over my skirt. You promise?"

I smiled.

SNAP!

"Harley I solemnly swear I will only give you ten 
spanks, hard spanks mind you, over your skirt."

She almost grinned. What a let off! From expulsion and 
the spanking of her life to ten over skirt. What a 
deal.

"OK," she whispered, "I know I deserve them!"

I watched her little chest rising as she breathed more 
easily. Oh she was so sexy. How could this be?

I ran my had down over her buttocks and squeezed. She 
shuddered again, but didn't pull away. I looked into 
her eyes as I continued to gently squeeze those 
gorgeous full buttocks. There was a light there, a 
sparkle, an excitement. She seemed to know what I was 
doing.

"Harley it will hurt, I promise you that, are you sure, 
really sure?"

"Oh sir I said I know I deserve them, what else can I 
say?" she sounded almost cocky.

"I think you need to ask me. Ask me to spank you 
because you've been such a naughty little girl."

A little grin escaped her lips, "ok sir I will, if that 
is what you want?"

"No Harley it has to be what you want. You have to want 
me to spank you. You have to ask."

Her eyes were sparkling with excitement. The disaster 
of being caught stealing was, in her mind, turning into 
game. I was fast realising that this little girl liked 
games. It made me wonder what other games she had 
played in her short life.

"But before you do I want you to close your eyes and 
count slowly to 30 whilst you think about what you are 
asking, OK?"

She nodded with a little grin. "Of course sir I'll do 
that."

"While you count I'm going to get a drink of water."

She stepped back and firmly closed her eyes.

"1...2...3.."

There was an excitement in her voice. This really had 
become a game.

I left my seat and quickly went over to the wall unit. 
On there was my digital video camera. I aimed it at the 
couch I had in my office. I often slept in the office 
in winter it was much warmer than the house.

I aimed it and flicked it on.

26...27...28...29...30"

She opened her eyes just as I slipped back into my seat 
with a bottle of water. I took a mouthful and offered 
it her. She took it gratefully and I watched memorised 
as her soft pouty lips wrapped around the open top and 
she drank nosily. Oh those lips were so ...sexy!

"Right. You asked to see me. What is it you want to 
ask. Get straight to the point, no long stories 
please."

She looked at me oddly, but the camera couldn't see 
that.

"Sir I know I have been very naughty and deserve to be 
expelled, but if you forgive me this once. It won't 
happen again I promise."

"Is that all?"

She gulped. "No! I know I deserve a spanking. But 
please don't tell my mother."

"And?"

"I want you to spank me."

"Pardon. Did I hear you correctly?"

She stood up straight and defiant. "Sir I have been 
very naughty and instead of telling my mother will you 
please spank me hard. Ten times on my bottom."

"Well, I tried to look shocked. "That is a strange 
request, but yes you have been very, very naughty and 
your poor mother has enough on her plate. Yes you 
certainly deserve a spanking. A bottom spanking. So I 
think it will have to be me. Yes I agree. This once."

"Oh thank you sir," she breathed out heavily. "I won't 
let you down."

"No you won't. I intend making sure of that. No I 
believe you need to lie over my lap young lady."

Harley nearly grinned so great was her relief at what 
she thought she had got away with. Well we'll see about 
that!"

I guided her over to the couch and she lay her sweet 
little pre-pubescent body over my knees and I smoothed 
her shortish skirt over her slightly chubby buttocks. 
It was the most erotic experience I had, even 
surpassing Penne.

I felt her little body tremble and she wasn't the only 
one, my cock was stirring. Would she feel it? Would she 
realise what was happening. In a way I hoped so. He 
reaction could decide what was to happen next. 

She wriggled about a bit steadying herself, her hands 
and arms gripped my legs, her flat tummy pressed down 
delightfully on my groin. It was so erotically divine.

I patted her cheeks tenderly. I had every intention of 
taking it easy, I wanted her to feel she was reasonably 
in control. I had further plans.

"So is this how mummy spanks you?"

"Sometimes," she answered confidently, "sometime she 
makes me lie on the arm of the sofa, that's when she 
really wants to make my bum smart."

I had the wonderful image of her mother standing over 
her bare bum really laying it on and Harley sobbing and 
kicking. Perhaps the image might turn into reality yet!

"How many Harley, how many spanks do you deserve?"

"Ten," she answered still quite chirpy. "I know they'll 
hurt, but I do deserve them!"

Pious bitch. Little did she realise.

"I want you count out loud," I ordered sternly, "if you 
forget or miss a count that's your problem. I shan't 
stop until you reach ten. If you miss one, it doesn't 
count, do you understand?"

She lifted her head and nodded, she wasn't quite so 
cocky.

I raised my had and with a restrained force, but still 
hard enough to have an effect. I delivered the first 
smack

"Ouch! One!" 

Little liar, that didn't hurt she's was playing for 
sympathy.

The second I aimed across her other skirt clad buttock. 
Her creamy white thighs peeked out from under skirt, 
well they wouldn't be white by the time I finished.

"Ouch! Two!"

The third and fourth revisited the first two areas, but 
still not too hard.

But she kept up the amateur dramatics.

Once again I smoothed down her skirt enjoying the feel 
of her sweet tender bum. She didn't protest in fact the 
opposite. She wriggled her buttocks quite suggestively. 
She also rubbed her tummy against my hard cock. She had 
to realise the effect she was happening. But perhaps 
not - she was only ten Just 'cos she got her bum 
smartened by her mother didn't make her sexually 
knowledgeable did it?

Even so she seemed to be enjoying this all a bit too 
much! Shades of Penne after all!

Fine and six followed targeting her tight bum a little 
higher. Not too hard but still she squealed. 

"If you keep squealing like that I shall have to gag 
you," I admonished her. "You really are a little baby."

She just shrugged, "I'll try to be a bit quieter but 
you are hurting me," she pouted but there were no real 
tears, so I knew it was sham. Any other ten year old 
would have been at least sobbing by now, if not crying 
profusely.

I hitched her skirt up a little giving me a much nicer 
view of her creamy white thighs. 

Seven and eight were duly counted with the associated 
squeals. 

I stroked her smooth thighs. "Mmmmm. Harley so nice and 
white, what a waste."

Before she could react I landed number nine across the 
top of both thighs. Now this did shock her, not 
actually hurt too much mind you, but she did jump.

Once more I targeted the pinkening area, enjoying the 
visual delight of my handprint against the whiteness

"Ten! Ten!"

"Oh no," I teased that was nine. I didn't hear nine.

She gasped realising in the shock of my targeting her 
hitherto untouched thighs, she had missed number nine. 
But fair enough she steeled herself for the extra slap. 
And once again it landed on the pinkening thigh flesh. 
I really enjoyed the slapping sound of flesh upon 
flesh. A fore taste of what was to come. Or at least I 
hoped so.

'Ten!" she shouted. "Ten!"

"Yes sweetie indeed it is, now stand up and put your 
hands on your head."

She dutifully stood up. With some reluctance she placed 
her hands behind her head. I searched her face for 
clues as to how she was reacting to her spanking. Her 
face was flushed, but her eyes were hardly moist. She 
had held her tears back well. But then again I hadn't 
spanked her as nearly as hard as I could have! But it 
was the sparkle that gave her away. She really was 
getting off on what was happening. Her eyes flashed in 
defiance and excitement.

My eyes dropped and came to rest on her nipples. They 
were very hard and enlarged nipples. If I needed any 
more confirmation this was it. She saw exactly where I 
was now looking.

An embarrassed little grin crossed her face. "It always 
happens, mum says it's normal."

"Yes little one, oh it definitely is normal. It happens 
to all little girls and big girls especially when they 
are getting excited by what is happening, Boys too!"

I reached out and very slowly and deliberately guided 
my forefinger and thumb towards her right nipple. I 
stopped and looked at her. If she was going to react, 
now was the time.

"They get very hard."

She nodded.

"And very sensitive."

She nodded again.

"Are yours very hard?"

"Yes," she whispered.

"How hard?"

"Very!"

My fingers were only millimetres from her rising and 
falling pre-teen chest."

"How sensitive?"

She shrugged her shoulders.

My fingers tip touched the apex of her little nipple.

She shuddered momentarily, but stood her ground.

"You like touching them yourself don't you? In the 
shower, the bath. In bed at night and in the morning. 
In fact you like touching them any time don't you?"

She nodded, 

I gripped her hard little nubbin between my finger and 
rhumb. Oh it was one of the most incredibly erotic 
feelings I had ever felt. This little ten year old's 
hard nipples on her flat chest and she was letting me.

I rolled the hard protrusion around and around gently 
at fist and then with a little more pressure, pulling 
slightly and tugging. Her breathing became a little 
faster and she gasped in pleasure.

"Oh yes, I like it oh that is sooooo nice."

"Shall I stop little one, this is very naughty." I 
teased.

"No, no, no, please I don't care. I love it. I love 
it."

"Look how big your nipple is now," I smiled.

Her nipple had indeed enlarged and you could see the 
difference in size. "We mustn't neglect your other 
little boobie, should we?"

She shook her head vigorously.

"Should I do the same?"

"Please," she gasped weakly

SNAP!

I transferred my attention to her to her other nipple 
and was rewarded by the same effect as I rolled and 
tugged her hardness to even greater heights.

Her breathing was coming faster and faster.

I placed my hand on her stomach. No reaction.

I stroked gently.

No reaction. She was so much taken by my ministrations 
to her nipples that she had yet to notice. I switched 
backwards and forwards teasing and cajoling each little 
nipple in tun. She moaning and panting. Totally turned 
on.

My hand travelled slowly down over her flat tummy 
heading downwards. Still no reaction.

I was now caressing her lower tummy. She squirmed 
nicely.

"Oh sir, you shouldn't not there," but she made no move 
away.

"Not where sweetie?" I asked gently.

"You know down there."

"I don't understand I'm only stroking your tummy, 
that's nice isn't it?"

"Uhhhh,' she moaned.

"Shall I stop then?" 

I pressed a little more firmly and kept up attack on 
her overly sensitive nipples.

"No! No! I don't know. It's so nice. I never felt like 
this before," Her little body was writhing now, she was 
being tormented. I knew it couldn't last too much 
longer, despite her showing amazing self-control.

"It's even better then when Kaaa..."

Her mouth closed and she pulled back.

I pinched her nipple a bit harder, "What were you going 
to say - even better then when Kaaa... Who's Kaaa and 
what did Kaaa do that was so damn good."

She squirmed at the closest thing to embarrassment that 
I had yet seen. "Nothing I didn't mean anything, 
promise."

"Oh well never mind I'm sure you'll tell sometime. 
Perhaps after your next ten spanks."

What!" she snapped. "What spanks? You promised ..."

"Shush!" I ordered sternly. "I promised ten only spanks 
on your skirt. I'm keeping that promise. The next ten 
are on your panties!"

"You can't," she winged. "that's not fair

"Oh well," I said philosophically and very quietly, "I 
suppose. I'll shall just have to ring your mum after 
all and she can start looking for a new school."

"You can't," she wailed. "You promised!"

"I did no such thing. All I did was respond to your 
plea that I spank you and that you said you deserve a 
real spanking. Now I don't call 10 taps over your skirt 
a hard spanking. You didn't even cry."

Her face went quite ashen. "But... But..." she 
flustered.

"NO BUTS - phone or skirt, your choice."

She looked at me crestfallen. We both knew there was no 
contest.

"My skirt," she whispered.

"Didn't hear you!"

"My skirt."

"What about your skirt?"

"You can take it off."

"And?"

"Spank my bum over my knickers."

"How many times?"

"Ten," she sniffed

"Are you sure. Ask me properly."

"Sir,' she said clearing her throat. "Please take my 
skirt off and spank me ten times over my panties."

"Why?"

"Cos I'm a very naughty girl and I know I deserve it!"

"OK, but only to save your mum any further 
embarrassment."

There was a reluctance but with an air of defiance that 
I was beginning to recognise. Oh dear it was going to 
get her into so much trouble.

"Put your hands back behind your head. If you drop them 
without permission I'll add another ten. Understand?"

She nodded and slowly raised her hands.

Once again I was treated to those two gorgeous nipples. 
So hard, so erect, so fucking sexy. I wanted to suck 
them then and there. But I resisted. I needed to draw 
her into a web she could no longer resist.

I reached for her skirt clasp and flicked it open. I 
drew the zip downwards, but I didn't let her skirt slip 
down, not yet.

"Harley If I take your skirt off I am going to spank 
you. It's not too late, perhaps we should ring your mum 
and forget all that has happened."

Panic crossed her cute pre-teen face. "No! No! No! 
Please you do it. Please don't let mum know."

"Are you sure?'

Yes," she nodded slowly. "I really am."

With that declaration I let her skirt slide down those 
sweet pre-teen legs and drop to the floor. Her body 
quivered in excitement. Yes it was excitement. Not 
fear.

Her little panties as I had already glimpsed were a 
sweet pink, with little white edgings. Even the fact 
the were little girl cotton knickers didn't detract 
from their eroticism. But it was crutch that took my 
attention straight away. The combination of her tight 
knickers, her puffy bulging mound and the fact she was 
damp, no not damp, moist. She was actually moist. Her 
panties crutch was clinging to her little fanny. Her 
fanny lips were clearly highlighted against her damp 
tight panties. Oh it was just so fucking incredibly 
sexy. 

"Oh Harley you look so sweet, you really do. But you 
now darling, there's one thing more."

"What," her little voiced quivered.

"You look a little silly in panties and top. It really 
does need to go." Before she could react I gripped the 
hem of her t-shirt and jerked it hard up over her flat 
chest, over her hard nipples, over her chin, over her 
forehead and it was off over her head.

She dropped her hands in shock, but all that did was 
make it easier to rip it off and leave her semi-naked 
in front of my adoring eyes. Now for the first time I 
had a real life view of those gorgeously hard and sexy 
little nipples on her pre-pubescent flat chest.

They were truly outstanding. Quite enlarged; yet small 
little buttons, in excess of what one might expect of a 
ten year old. But then how many ten year olds get 
sexually excited? How many indeed?

Each was surrounded by the most delightful strawberry 
coloured areole. They were a true delight.

Harley saw exactly where I was looking. "Not fair," she 
pouted, "I don't know why you want to look at them, I 
ain't even got boobies yet!"

"Harley boobs are nice, but so are cute little nipples, 
especially cute hard little nipples. Take my word for 
it."

She grinned widely. "You mean you think they're cute?"

"Oh sweetheart I think they're amore than cute, they 
are gorgeous, gorgeously sexy. Good enough to eat!"

I reached out and she watched mesmerised as my 
forefinger approached her hard right nipples. I paused. 
"I won't if you don't want me to, but I do so much want 
to."

She stood stock-still. She had actually stoped 
breathing for those few seconds, Now or never I 
thought. If she screams well, I'll cover it all up some 
how. It's her word against mine. But if she doesn't 
well...

It was like an electric shock for both of us as my 
fingers tip touched her little nipple. It was so 
incredibly hard. Like a little rock.

She jumped. I jumped. But then I looked at her face. 
She was smiling in a sort crestfallen sorta way. "I'm 
sorry," she whispered, "I didn't mean to..."

"Shush sweetheart. Neither did I."

I pulled her back towards me and with much more 
confidence this time, realising this was what she 
wanted to happen, I encircled her hard little button. 
First one side and then the other. Even the feeling of 
her strawberry areole was out of this world. I flicked 
her nipples a few times as I circled and circled.

"Oh Harley you are so incredibly sexy." 

"Mmmm, " she moaned, "that is so wonderful, so 
exciting. Out of this world."

"Even better than Kaaaa."

Oh yes," she answered dreamily lost in her sheer 
sexually glow, "even better than Katie... Oh shit!"

"Shush it's alright you would have told me eventually. 
So you and Katie have been exploring. Not just Katie 
though is it, who else? You might as well tell. You 
will you know."

She looked at me in exasperation. I was still caressing 
and fondling and now occasionally squeezing her hard 
hot little girl nipples.

"Bastard," she gasped. "Yes it's not just Katie. Sarah 
as well."

Christ this gets better and better, not just one sexy 
ten year old but at least two others. And where there 
were two, who knows who else might be active. Oh I do 
hope so!

Although only a small school we had more kids in the 
middle age group. Twelve all told, 9 girls and 3 boys 
aged from 8 to 11. Five of the girls were all about 
ten. In fact there were much fewer boys right across, 
something that pleased me no end. After all girls are 
much easier to teach at this age. Aesthetically it was 
also very pleasant too. 

I smiled as innocently as I could – oh yeh – "You'll 
have to tell me more, but I have more important things 
I'd like to do. Including this."

Before she could react I leant froward and kissed her 
protruding little nipple. It was the most wonderfully 
erotic experience of my entire life. The feeling of 
that rock hard little piece of innocent flesh against 
my lips was just out of this world. She gasped loudly 
but didn't protest and react badly. The opposite in 
fact. She pressed forward against my lips. My tongue 
darted out and encircled first her nipple and then that 
gorgeous little areole. She moaned in sheer pleasure. 
Her arm wrapped around my head and she pressed me 
closely to her wonderfully undeveloped pre-pubescent 
little chest. She was enjoying this as much as I was.

I targeted her other flat boobie and she responded with 
equal enthusiasm. "Oh sir, sir this is wonderful. I 
never felt as good. Please don't stop," she begged, 
panting now quite heavily.

I was totally infatuated. I didn't want to stop either. 
I was totally infatuated by this little darling and her 
sweet little treasures. I sucked and nibbled and nipped 
and kissed and worshipped those tiny icons of juvenile 
sexual pleasure. She responded with equal pleasure and 
abandon. She was so hot. So very fucking hot. 

Oh that word, the thought. 

She was a virgin. At ten she had to be a virgin surely. 
Would I? could I? Would she let me? Would she want to? 

I knew deep down I couldn't. Apart from being too 
small. I knew deep down that I couldn't fuck a ten year 
old, but the thought of maybe being able to. Of her 
actually being willing was just too incredible. 

My hand sought out and found her other nipple and I was 
enjoying the tactile experience of her little nipple 
and her surrounding areole. There was a lovely, 
slightly rougher feel to her surrounding areole. It was 
like all the other feeling full of it's own eroticism.

But now I was aware for the first time of another 
subtle feeling being transmitted through my fingers to 
my erotically befuddled and over indulged brain.

There was a new fullness to her flat chest. She wasn't 
slim, but certainly not chubby. Not even over laden 
with puppy fact. But her little flat chest wasn't that 
flat after all. Underneath her skin was the first 
budding of her prepubescent breasts. Now I wasn't 
surprised. I had seen it all before. Even as young as 
nine occasionally. But to be so acutely and intimately 
aware of this new blossoming, this new growth, was mind 
blowing. How else was her little pre-teen body 
developing? 

Oh I so wanted to find out!

I caressed and cupped and rubbed and squeezed ever so 
gently, addressing each budding cup in turn as I 
alternated between her twin treasures. My eyes focused 
more closely on those twin hidden future orbs. 

It may just have been my desire, my heartfelt wish, but 
I could just identify a fullness that was beginning to 
surrounded her little nipples, that wasn't evident on 
the rest of her sweet gorgeous smooth chest. Then there 
was the juvenile cleavage between these two future 
temples of pleasure. Yes she was just, literally only 
just, entering that stage of early development. When 
her flesh begins to swell. Her nipples excite easily 
and the areole spreads its luscious colouring around in 
a protective sorta way.

I wanted this never to stop, but I also knew that 
greater treasures were perhaps just a few moments away. 
Greater discoveries. 

Now - excuse the pun – 'virgin territories' to explore.

Plus I really did want to give that cute padded bum of 
hers a much better working out. I had set her up to 
think I wouldn't spank hard. Well know I wanted to 
dispel that notion big time.

I pushed her away and she moaned and meowed in protest. 
I took in her now very enlarge nipples and yes there 
was small slight budding across her little chest. It 
wasn't just my imagination. Her sexual excitement had 
stimulated those future mammaries to show themselves 
just enough to adorn her sweet innocent body with a 
special sort of eroticism. That early eroticism only 
young pre-pubescent girls can conjure up.

"Harley this has to stop," I said in mock desperation. 
"You're only ten this can't go on."

Her face dropped and she looked she was about to cry. 
"Oh sir, please don't stop. I love this. It's never 
been this good. I don't want it to stop. It'll be our 
secret I promise. I promise," She was almost begging. 

I looked reluctant but eventually I murmured, "OK but 
if we are going to continue I have to finish spanking 
your bottom. You were still very naughty stealing from 
your friends. Weren't you?" the last was in a heavy 
accusing tone,

"Yes!" she answered in a solemn whisper. "I truly am 
sorry. But yes."

"Right ten more. Only ten I promise over your panties."

Again her brain didn't function. 

She nodded, "ten more yes I deserve it, I do."

She steeped forward her swollen nipples once again only 
millimetres from me. My eyes dropped to her little 
groin; to that mysterious gap between her legs. She was 
so damp. Why was I not surprised.? The little bitch was 
damp. Her fanny juices were soaking her little crutch.

She glanced down and giggled in a little girl 
embarrassing way.

"Oops that happens so easily," she confided as if it 
were the most natural thing in the wolds. Which of 
course it is. But not at ten.

I pulled her towards me and she lay voluntarily across 
my alp. Right across my red-hot rampant rock hard cock.

She wriggled suggestively. "Oh sir your excited too. I 
thought you would be." She wriggled again. My cock 
throbbed painfully. I wanted to rip it out there and 
then, but somehow I held myself in check. still time 
for that.

I smoothed my hand over her sweet pink little girl 
panties. They clung to her padded buttocks so divinely. 
They were slightly damp with the exertion and that just 
highlighted their erotic tightness.

Crack! I landed the first.

"Count," I ordered as she squealed loudly again. 
Crocodile tears, "but this time with a slight edge that 
hadn't been there before.

"One," she gasped

Crack! Targeting her other full buttock. The flesh 
responded against my open palm. Oh it was heavenly. 
Well for me it was!

"Ow! Two."

Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack!

Three! Four! Five! Six! 

She counted each one out, but now punctuated with much 
more real cries of pain and gasps of anguish. Finally I 
was getting the response I wanted. The response her 
mother obviously got. But I still felt she was putting 
it on. I still believed that this little minx, like 
Penne before her, got off on pain, and had already 
experienced crossing that boundary between pain and 
pleasure, which Penne so often sought out.

Oh I did hope so!

Seven and eight really made her cry out and squirm as I 
laid two very hard opened handed spanks across her 
smooth white thighs. The quickly appearing pink palm 
and fingerprints on the lily-white flesh were a delight 
to behold. Now was she sobbing, not crying or 
squealing. No not yet! That would come. But definite 
pain filled little sobs.

"Please, no more, no more, you're hurting me!"

"Shame!" I'll stop, but I ring your mother."

"Aghhhhhh! No! Please no."

"Two more. What shall I do?"

"Do it. Do it," she was now begging for me to continue. 

Once again I targeted her pinkening thighs and was 
rewarded by the loud crash of flesh upon bare flesh and 
the real cries of pain and the writhing of her little 
body over my throbbing hot cock against her tummy and 
groin.

I nearly came then and there!

Her little body flopped pitifully as she counted out 
last of ten. She lay sobbing and heaving over my lap. I 
stroked and caressed her bruised buttocks and upper 
thighs very gently.

"Now, now, that's over. You did ever so well, you took 
your punishment and that's the important thing isn't 
it?" 

She looked up at through those pitifully sorry for 
myself tears soaked eyes. "Yes," she panted. "I did 
deserve it."

Slowly she began taking regaining control of herself. 
Slowly, but too quickly, considering the pain I had 
inflicted. This just made me even more convinced she 
was capable of taking more. In fact capable of taking 
much more!

I helped her to her feet and hugged her little 
trembling body. She seemed so tiny now and so 
vulnerable, yet still so very erotically fucking sexy. 
My hands cradled her buttocks and caressed them softly. 
Her little chest pressed against me. Her hard little 
nipples boring into my chest. But it was her groin, her 
fanny that pressed most suggestively against me, 
against my hard protruding cock. That was the most 
incredible. She was pressing against me, boring my 
prick against her lower tummy, forcing it towards her 
still developing little fanny. 

Finally she lifted her head from my shoulder and 
sniffed. "I am sorry. I do things without thinking. I 
really, really won't steal again. I'll be really 
honest! Promise!"

"I know, but I still have a few pleasures I want to 
share with you. Harley you are so beautiful and so 
sexy. I can't bare to let you go, not yet any way. How 
long before your mother gets home?"

She glanced at the clock and with a half mischievous, 
half tear ridden grin, chirped "an hour she'll expect 
me home in an hour, maybe a bit longer."

I smiled inwardly. Only an hour, but long enough, oh 
yes long enough and if it worked our there's be plenty 
more hours after that! 

"Harley do you trust me?"

She looked at me for a moment before nodding."

"Harley my little treasure and you are the sweetest 
little girl I've ever known."

She beamed at the flattery.

SNAP!

"Harley I still have to spank you ten more times." 

She looked shocked."

"But you said..."

"I said I was going to spank you ten times on your 
panties. Just like I said I was going to spank you ten 
times on your skirt. Remember?"

"Yes, but !"

"No buts. You know you deserve a spanking. Not a 
tickling session, but a proper spanking. Just like your 
mother does. She spanks you on your bare bum doesn't 
she?"

Harley nodded quite submissively really – for her at 
least!

"Well I'm going to spank you on your bare bum too. 
Unless you want me to ring your mother. Now that would 
be a waste. You've had twenty spanks. Mum would only 
start all over again wouldn't she?"

Harley nodded miserable.

"Yes!" she mumbled dejectedly.

"So what's it to be. Ten more or the phone?"

The answer was obvious.

She gulped big time. "Ten more please."

"Where? How?"

"On my bare bum."

"So I'll have to remove your panties won't I?"

"Yes," she whispered. There was a clear realisation I 
was going to see her stark buck-naked. But there was a 
trembling behind that yes. It wasn't fear I was sure of 
that.

"Pardon! Tell me properly. What will I have to do. What 
do you want me to do?

Her eyes flashed. She pulled herself up almost pushing 
out her out pre-pubescent chest.

"Sir I want you to take of my panties and spank me on 
my bare bum."

"How often?"

"Ten times."

"OK if that is what you really want. I will. But I 
asked you before do you trust me?'

She nodded and then with a half a little smile, "yes in 
a mean sorta way!"

"Well we're going to do this different. You see Harley 
I knew another girl like you. I was a lot younger but 
she enjoyed being spanked. Her father spanked her, so 
did I and she really enjoyed being made to cry and 
squirm. In fact she would get into trouble with her dad 
so he would spank her. Can you believe that?"

She thought for a moment. She may have been a naughty 
child, but she was also very bright. "Yes I think so."

"Why do you think that. Penne, that was her name, did 
that? Does she remind you of anybody you know?"

She thought for a moment and then nodded. 

"Who Harley, who does Penne remind you of?"

"Me!" she whispered. "Me!"

"Why? How does she remind you of you?"

She sniffed. "sometimes I make mummy angry. I know 
she'll spank me, but I still do it."

"How do you feel after she spanks you?"

"Really sorry but..."

"Yes what else. How does your body feel. Not you bum, 
the rest of you?"

She looked really embarrassed for the very first time.

"Go on, it's a bit late to be shy now. I think I've 
seen how you get, haven't I?"

She nodded. "It's just like now. My nipples go all hard 
and I... I ...get all wet. You know - down there?" she 
nodded downwards dramatically.

"You mean your fanny. Your fanny gets wet?"

She blushed again if that were possible. "Yes my fanny. 
It gets wet and tingly."

"What do you do about it?"

"I... I... When I go to bed I touch myself."

"How?"

Her eyes were really sparkling by now. She was getting 
off on having to describe what she did.

"I masturbate," she declared proudly.

"Oh you masturbate. Now how did you learn about that 
word?"

"Mummy told me. She found me touching myself. I thought 
she would be angry but she wasn't. She just sat down on 
my bed and told me that masturbating was what I was 
doing and that it was OK. I could do it, but only when 
no one else was around to see me."

Some how I wasn't surprised at her mother's frankness

"Guess what," she giggled.

"Pass," I smiled.

"She's even bought me vibrator. Not a big one, just 
small enough to... . You know... to..."

"No tell me sweetie."

She looked exasperated. "Go in my fanny so I can 
masturbate better."

Even though I had my hopes... My fantasies... My 
dreams. This was becoming reality beyond what I could 
have ever thought possible. Harley was far more 
knowledgeable and experienced than I would have thought 
possible for a ten year old.

Then another wonderful thought struck me. "Harley what 
would your mother say...and do... If she knew you'd 
shared your little toy with your friends?"

"What!" her head jerked up in shock. "How do... I 
mean... I haven't!"

"Oh dear now you just promised to be honest a few 
moments ago and here we are lying. You are not going to 
lie to me are you? If you did I really would have to 
tell your mother and have you expelled. A thief and 
liar. Well we couldn't possible put up with that sort 
of little girl at our school. Could we?"

I sounded as pompous and as strict as I possibly could. 
"Well could we?" I asked sternly

"No. No," she mumbled.

"No what?'

"No sir we couldn't."

"So what was I asking? Of course I remember now... What 
would your mother say...and do... if she knew you'd 
shared your little toy with your friends? And remember 
no lies."

She looked absolutely shell shocked. She thought she 
had gotten out of the trouble quite nicely and here she 
was deep in it. Very deep in it. And now she had to 
tell on her friends. I already had a good idea who she 
would name . But I wanted to hear it from her own sweet 
little mouth. And I wanted it on tape. I had some very 
definite future uses for the next bit of information.

She gulped. I could tell she was furiously trying to 
think of way out of this hole she was rapidly digging.

"Three! Two! One! OK Harley have it your way." 

"Sarah and Katie and Emma," she blurted out pitifully.

Well I'd expected Sarah and Katie, but Emma well that 
was a different ballgame. Little miss perfect. Sweet, 
cute, innocent and so ever well behaved. With two 
doting parents who thought the world of her. Two doting 
parents who would be absolutely shattered to hear what 
their little ten year old was up to. Some how I didn't 
think she would want to see that happen.

"Really Emma as well, well that's absolutely 
delightful. So they've all experienced the joys of your 
vibrator?"

She nodded. "Please don't tell them I told you, they'll 
never speak to me again."

"Well your only hope of keeping me quiet is to 
cooperate fully. However I think they might not mind 
too much, especially if we introduce them to some other 
even more exciting joys along the way. Which it what is 
going to happen to you right now. Do you understand?"

She nodded with a mixture of pathetic wishfullness and 
that glint of excitement in her eyes. "Yes sir, I 
promise. Anything!"

Oh dear anything. What a dangerous promise to have to 
keep. I chuckled to myself.

I stood up and retrieved some silk scarves we used for 
games like blind mans bluff and the like. Now they were 
about to used in a much more fun game. Well I thought 
so at least.

I sat down again and beckoned Harley towards me. With a 
nervous shuffle she moved in between my open legs. Her 
eyes were fixed firmly on my straining crutch. I had a 
huge hard on that looked like it was threatening to 
burst out of my pants.

I smiled at her as she realised I was watching her 
watching me. "Yes Harley you know what that is don't 
you?"

She nodded softly.

"What?"

"Your willy."

"Cock Harley. Little boys have willies. Men have cocks 
or pricks. What is it?"

"Your cock sir."

"What about it? Why are you staring, you never have 
before?"

She blushed ever so sweetly again. "It's hard sir, your 
cock is hard. It's so big."

"Yes Harley it is," I said stroking it up and down once 
ever so gently. "Do you know why?"

"Uh. Uh," she shook her head.

"Oh Harley I think you do. You see it's hard because 
I'm excited. Very, very excited. Do you know why?

Again she shook her head.

"You Harley, sweet little sexy you. You've made it all 
hard just by being here and being so sexy and letting 
me play with your nipples and your little blossoming 
boobies.

She half smiled. "Did I do that?'

"You certainly did. No other little girl has ever down 
that before." Oh what a lie!

"Really." 

Oh this sweet little moppet really did respond to 
flattery. "Really Harley no other little girl has ever 
been so sexy."

She puffed up with pride. She was clearly impressed she 
had done this to me.

SNAP!

"Harley I whispered, "would you like to see my hard 
cock?"

She gasped loudly, but didn't answer.

"You would wouldn't you, you'd like to see it? See how 
big it is? See what you did just by being so sweet and 
sexy? Sexier than any other ten year old... any other 
little girl in fact... that I've ever known."

She shook her head up and down vigorously, "please," 
she squeaked.

I stood up still holding the silk scarves. "You can but 
you have to take my cock out of my pants. Do you think 
you can do that? Not too scary for a little girl?"

I was taunting her now. I knew that Harley would hate 
to be called a little girl and telling her she wouldn't 
dare do something well that was just a direct 
challenge.

"Of course I can," she scoffed and she reached forward 
for the tab at the top of my straining pants.

"Whoa not so fast my little sex bomb, there is 
something else first. If you want to see my cock to 
pull it out first of all I want to loosely tie your 
hands together."

"Why?" she asked looking decidedly puzzled. "That's 
weird."

"Because I want to. It's a huge turn on. It makes my 
cock stay hard longer. You'd like that wouldn't you. 
You don't want it to go soft on you before you have a 
chance to explore now do you?"

She shook her head like the little child she was. Like 
a little child being threatened with losing something.

"Right then I want to wrap your wist up with this silk 
scarf. Your hands will still be quite free. You'll need 
that so you can take my hard hot cock out, see?

She nodded and with only a slight reluctance presented 
me with her wrist. Very gently I wrapped the end around 
one wrist and tied a knot. It wasn't too tight but it 
wouldn't slide off either. "Now the other one."

She was much more relaxed especially as she could see 
there would be a reasonable amount of free scarf. Again 
I wrapped the scarf around her wrist and tied it off. 

"There you see lots of movement." The wrists when 
stretched were about 20 centimetres apart. She couldn't 
see a problem!

"Now you can do what you want to do, but you have to 
ask really, really nicely."

Harley grinned as she obviously rationalised that this 
was just a game. Yes but what a game!

"Sir," she pouted. "Please sir, may I see your cock. 
Your big hard cock. Please sir, I really, really want 
to see it."

"Just see it Harley?" I asked encouragingly.

"Oh no sir," she cooed, "oh no I want to touch it too."

"Well I couldn't possibly show it to you, after all 
you're just a little girl. Men don't go round showing 
off their cocks to little ten year olds. But if you 
decide to pull my pants down well that is different."

She gave a little chuckle and with a quiet confidence 
reached for my trousers tab. With unexpected ease she 
flicked it open. I felt a huge almost electric like 
tingle run through my belly and groin as her little 
hands and fingers brushed against my body. Seeing her 
wrist tied as they were just added to the excitement.

Using two hands she carefully located my zip tab and 
with quite a little bit of difficulty pulled it down 
over my raging rampant cock. She leant forward and her 
face was only few centimetres from my hard prick 
pressing urgently against my very tight jocks.

"Oh sir, it's big. It's huge," she whispered.

"There are bigger," I chuckled, "but they're not here 
so this is all you have."

"Oh sir... I mean... Sir, it's... It's... wonderful. I 
never realised." 

"If you pull my jocks down you'll get an even better 
view, but be careful, you don't want to break it off so 
you?"

She giggled like the little girl she was. It was so 
cute and angelic.

Again, with a deftness that belied her young years that 
made me wonder what else she already been up to, she 
slipped her fingers in the front of my jocks and 
carefully pulled the waistband towards herself and then 
downwards. She caught the head of my cock, which made 
me jump. And made her start.

"Sorry," she giggled, "but it's so big."

"Like I said that is all down to you sweetie."

She giggled again and then pulled my jocks downwards 
releasing my cock for her to see.

She gasped again. "Oh sir... Sir... it's..." She 
grinned, "fucking wonderful!"

I looked at her in surprise. Why I don't know, after 
all she had just released my cock from my pants and 
here I was acting surprised that she was swearing so 
blatantly. Odd world isn't it?

She stared in awe still only a short distance form my 
hard upright prick. It was hard, rock hard and red. The 
head was a sorta reddy blue and it glistened. It 
glistened from my pre-cum. I was leaking and leaking 
badly.

She slowly, mesmerisingly stuck a finger out and gently 
touched the tip of my very, very sensitive cock head. I 
jumped back for real this time and she looked genuinely 
staled.

"I'm sorry I didn't mean to hurt you. I just wanted 
to... you know...?'

"Touch me," I said kindly. "You said you wanted to 
touch my hard cock?"

She nodded, still looking rather skittish though.

"It's OK you didn't hurt me, but that is very, very 
sensitive so you have to be very, very careful how you 
touch me."

I looked for some sort of reaction, especially a 
negative or shocked reaction, but she just nodded with 
a very serious expression on her very young face.

What she did next totally blew my mind. Suddenly, 
without absolutely any warning, Harley dropped to her 
knees, and wrapped her hand loosely around my cock. If 
that wasn't surprise enough this little ten-year 
nymphet guided the tip of my cock to her lips and 
kissed it. In a million years I never would have 
expected this of such young girl. But I knew one thing 
I wasn't going to stop her either. That feeling of her 
lips on my cock was just out of this world. I almost 
fell back against the settee as Harley began kissing, 
then licking and nibbling my cock and shaft.

"Ohhhhh!" I groaned.  "Harley that is incredible, more, 
more, please don't stop." 

Suddenly the roles were reversed. The power had moved. 
She looked up and I swear a triumphant look had flooded 
across her young pre-pubescent face. She knew. The 
little bitch knew. She had the power now. There was no 
way her mother was going to find out what she had been 
up to.

Harley's lips and tongue explored the compete length of 
my hot throbbing cock and over and over and around and 
around and back to the head of my sensitive prick. I 
was in sheer torment, but I knew I didn't ever, ever 
want it to stop. 

Slipping my dick from her mouth and reaching for my 
tight ball sac she squeezed with gentleness that belied 
her young years, "Do you like that sir?" Harley grinned 
up at me. 

"Ohhh, baby!" I managed to gaps, "You're unbelievable, 
But how... how did you learn how to do that? You've 
done it before," I said almost accusingly

She shook her head, "no sir honest never."

"You have to have, any other little girl would have 
ripped my balls but you were ever so gentle.'

She grinned and beamed. "Yeh I did that well didn't I. 
Mum should really be more careful where she leaves her 
porn videos There was one which all they did was suck 
cocks. You learn a lot by watching you know," she added 
cheekily. "And don't forget I had my vibrator to 
practice. Not that it's a good as the real thing."

Then as if it was the most natural thing in the world 
she slipped my cock back into her small mouth and began 
once again to kiss and lick. The only disappointing 
thing was how little of my cock she could take. She did 
well mind you and had almost all my cock head firmly in 
her mouth. I could tell that by the sexy way her cheeks 
bulge outwards.

"But you shouldn't, it's... it's..." 

A lie Of course she should! Don't she dare stop. But I 
had to at least make the gesture.

She shook her head and continued kissing and licking 
some more. 

Finally she let it slip from her mouth and before 
beginning once gain to lick and kiss and nibble, oh yes 
nibble, the length of my steaming throbbing prick. 
Those small teeth did an incredibly job of tormenting 
my cock. She looked up again with an innocent and 
sincere look of awe across her face she sweetly asked, 
"am I doing it right, you'd tell me if I wasn't?"

"Oh, you darling sexy sweet child, you're doing it 
right" I said. "Just keep on doing what you are doing 
Suck it," I said. "Put it in your mouth again and suck 
it!"

With a big grin Harley immediately opened her mouth and 
slid her lips over my cock and once again began to 
eagerly suck.

I felt like screaming as my senses overloaded. I knew 
it wasn't the only thing that was being overloaded. How 
I hadn't already cum I don't know, but it wasn't far 
away. And as much as I didn't want to stop the urge to 
cum into her little ten-year-old mouth was also quite 
overwhelming.

Deliberately I began to fuck my prick very gently back 
and forth in Harley's mouth. I couldn't believe it, I 
was teaching one of my pupils to suck cock! I wondered 
what else she wanted to learn. If indeed she needed to 
learn. But you know what we teachers say. Practice 
makes perfect! 

Harley was proving to be a very apt and very keen and 
enthusiastic student. She really did have the right 
ideas. She was bobbing her head backwards and forwards, 
her lips sliding up and down my cock head as she sucked 
it. On hand found my ball sac again and she was ever so 
gently squeezing, no milking it, 

Harley had taken my cock as fully into her mouth as she 
possibly could! It was totally incredible how adept she 
was at this new experience. The future indeed did look 
bright. Plus she did have some cute little friends who 
were also experimenting at least with each other. Oh 
Joy!

I tried to get my prick deeper into her mouth, but she 
began gagging, so I settled for her delightful sucking 
of my cock head

I knew I was at that point of now return and I was 
determined she was going to feast on my hot love cream. 
I leant over and gripped her head firmly. "Ohhh Harley, 
Harley keep doing it is so fucking wonderful. KEEP 
DOING IT!"

Then I felt it. Like a tidal wave. Along my cock, which 
was firmly in Harley's eager exquisite. mouth. This was 
it. I knew she was going to have to take what ever I 
emptied out. It was happening. My cum was thundering up 
my prick and flooding her sweet ten year old mouth.

"Agggh!" Harley gurgled and she recoiled. 

I was ready for that and held her head firmly in place. 
"Suck it you bitch," I yelled, "suck and swallow, don't 
miss a drop or I'll spank you so hard you won't sit for 
a week." 

I was fucking her mouth now but to my absolute 
amazement she quickly regained her senses; having over 
come the shock of my hot cum in her mouth and she was 
sucking again. 

Some of my cum dribbled out of her mouth, but she stuck 
at it. She was as equally determined to milk me dry as 
I was to fuck myself dry in her sweet willing little 
mouth.

Finally I was spent and could take my no more. My cock 
was tingling and aching as she continued sucking. 
Reluctantly, yet with relief I withdrew my cock from 
her mouth. The vestiges of my orgasm, smeared around 
her mouth. It was so wantonly fucking sexy. She sat 
back on her haunches and looked up at me. I had such a 
delightfully gorgeous view. Down over her enchanting 
excited face, her cum soaked lips. Down to her nipple 
adorned flat chest. She was a vision. A sexy, wanton, 
truly exciting and exhilarating vision. 

I knew then this wasn't the end! This was the 
beginning. There was so much we were going to explore 
together. I just knew she wouldn't need cajoling. 

She must have read my mind because she licked the 
remaining cream from around her mouth. "Mmmm that is so 
yummy. I do hope I get to do that again. We will won't 
you?" 

There was a little girl's whine in her voice almost as 
if she was pleading for another serve of dessert. Well 
she would get plenty more dessert if I got my own way! 

"Oh Harley you sweet child I just know we will. I 
couldn't think of anything I'd like to do more."

Well there was, but slowly, slowly catchee monkey. 
Let's not rush things. I gently helped her feet and sat 
down myself before drawing her in-between my open legs. 
Her groin brushed against my soft, yet already stirring 
cock. 

I lifted her chin and kissed her, French kissed her, 
tasting my own love cream still on her sweet smooth 
soft lips.

Harley moaned appreciatively and returned my kisses, 
somewhat clumsily at first but with total commitment. 
She was mine! But I was hers too! There was now a bond; 
an invisible chain; that tied us together. She was mine 
to explore with. To lead her down pathways yet 
unexplored. But I knew and I suspected she knew that I 
was hers, to demand what ever her wanted.

I looked at rhe clock and sighed. "oh shit the time, 
you have to go."

"Aghh sir that's not fair." 

I liked the way she called me sir, I would make sure 
she continued. Let's not get too familiar. I chuckled 
to myself at the incongruousness of that thought.

"Yes you do. If your mother arrives home and finds you 
not there she'll want to know why. I don't want you to 
lie to her, 'cos lies have a habit of coming back at 
you."

She nodded solemnly.

"But of course Karky we haven't finished have we?'

She looked up at me with those big brown eyes.

"Uh! Uh!"

"Your spanking?"

Still no spark.

You haven't had you bottom spanked yet. Not your bare 
bottom." I gave her cute tight derriere a sharp smack.

"Oh sir you wouldn't?" she grinned. "You wouldn't would 
you?" she whispered.

"Oh yes, a consequence is a consequence. And you still 
have ten more to go."

She nodded solemnly then that big grin. "When sir, not 
too long away I hope!"

Yes she was mine and I was hers. Already a plan was 
forming as to how we could spend much more time 
together – and with her mother's permission. Quality 
after school time and weekend time!

As I undid the silk scarves and she wanted to know why 
I had tied her like that. I told that was an important 
part of her final spanking and she'd have to wait till 
next time. She nodded and smiled and asked me if that 
meant I would tie her wrists up again. She grinned when 
I said I would.

I enjoyed the pleasures of helping her dress. I 
smoothed some cream on her bottom. Pulling her panties 
down and revealing the sweet pinkness and seeing her 
hairless little slit peek out from between her legs was 
almost too much to bare. I reverently kissed each of 
her still swollen nipples before pulling on her top. 
She brushed her hair having already scrubbed clear her 
previously tear stained cheeks. 

Finally she was ready. She looked up at me and smiled. 
"Thank you sir, I'll try my best to be good, I really 
will." Then she grinned, "But not too hard hey?"

I stroked her soft cheek and gave her one final soft 
lingering kiss. 'Not too hard, or at least not at that 
sort of good."

I walked her to the door and checked that the 
surrounding area was clear. The shadows were already 
lengthening considerably and being at one end of the 
township on a dead end road, I knew she could slip out 
of the school grounds without being seen. 

I turned her round to face me. "Harley, one final 
question, you must answer me honestly."

She nodded sincerely.

"Have your friends really played around with you and 
your vibrator?"

A big smile crossed her face. "Well I shouldn't tell 
but I did promise to be honest didn't, I? So I suppose 
I'll have to."

Little scheming minx!

"Sarah and Kate really like my vibrator, but not Emma 
yet! But we've had at one long shower together. It took 
ages to make sure every nook and cunny... oops I mean 
cranny was clean you know."

I grinned at the news. Three little minxes. 

Then she added coyly, "but you know Rebecca? She has 
this huge crush on you and she has such gorgeous little 
titties already, we're also jealous of her." As she 
stepped out into the deepening gloom of sunset. "But 
sir you really ought not stare at her tits, somebody 
might get the wrong idea you know!"

Then she was gone leaving me in a state of shock. Not 
one little sexpot, but possibly three others and a 
fourth who has the hots for me. Yes I certainly needed 
a plan.

I returned to my desk and searched. Found it! I pulled 
out a booklet from a pile of junk still to be sorted. 
Yes this was it. The regional eisteddfod. I flicked in 
between two pages I had folded over. I had already 
marked two sections.

Singing Section
Solo, Duo, trio and quartet.
Ages 9 and 10

Dance section
Costumed
Solo, Duo, trio and quartet.
Ages 9 and 10 

Three months away. Well I reckon we better start 
practicing and the sooner the better. Of course I'd 
invite all children to try out, but I knew the boys 
would avoid it like the plague. The other girls lived 
too far out of town to be able to make the time 
commitment so that just left my five little pre-teen 
moppets. 

However wouldn't the parents love it? A bit of culture 
in their children's lives. They would be so 
appreciative and so grateful. 

Of course it would have to be after school and weekend 
practices too.

SNAP! 

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a 
fellow convict in their local prison.
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