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Gymnastics
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Gymnastics
She couldn't have been more than 7 or 8 years old. Freckled face and a
shy look distracted me from her beautiful, dark eyes. As a gym-teacher I see
girls her age all the time, but they never stop capturing my attention. I
frowned in her direction. She started to look even more frightened. I wished
I hadn't done that. The pink piece of paper she held in her hand gave me the
clue to finding out her reason for disturbing me here.
The pink slip meant punnishment. Kapital punnishment. I shivered. This
got her even more upset. I'm against any form of physical punnishment, but
when I got this job they didn't mention I had to be the one to give the
spankings or think of better punnishments. She took a last step forward and,
still from a long way, she said: 'The head-mistress told me to report to you
and give you this.' With a trembling hand she handed over the piece of paper.
Judging from her facial expression, she just handed me her own death-warrant.
Twenty beats with the stick. I managed stop myself from shivering again.
She was frightened enough already. In brackets she had added: 'HARD!'. This
only proved what I already knew: she was a sadist. I never took her orders
seriously of course. If I had I would have long since been arrested.
Usually I just gave the victim a couple of chores to do and then set them
free, making them think I had forgotten to give them the real punnishment.
Word never got round, because they were too afraid, that if I would find out
they would get it anyway.
I asked her what her crime was. She didn't say anything, she just blushed.
'Well?'
'Peeing sir.'
'I didn't know there was a law against either number one or number two,
younglady.'
'It was in my pants, in class.'
'Poor kid!', I thought. Having every kid in the class laugh at you is bad
enough, but after that being sent to receive a punnishment too... I felt so
sorry for her, I almost decided to let her go free, but that would have been
a bad carreer move.
'I'll make a deal with you. You do some chores and some exercises, and I
shall use my hands, instead of the stick.'
There was a lot of thankful relief written on her face. She brightened up
immediately. Only now did I notice the dark stain in her pants.
'You'd better take those of first.'
After a slight hesitation, she actually started to take her pants off,
right before my eyes. Speechless, I watched her. She already had her pants on
her knees, when I grabbed control over myself and managed to stop staring at
her soaked underpants. A heavenly sight.
'Not here, silly. You can change into your gym-outfit in the dressing-
room.'
Without pulling her pants up she turned round and stumbled to the ladies
dressing-room. Her small, firm buttocks caught my attention. Every time she
did a step, they moved, rubbing against each other. I did my best to supress
an erection. It would show in shorts I was wearing. I told myself she was
only a kid, but my hormones said otherwise.
After fifteen minutes, she had already done every chore I could think of.
She wasn't even sweating yet. She actually looked happy. I had to think of
something fast. Finally I decided on laps. First I had wanted to make her do
some exercises on the bridge, but I decided against it. It would show too
much of her pretty, little body. She was wearing a gym-outfit in one piece,
which fitted tight around her body. I would have to help with the exercises
and I was affraid, that that would arrouse me even more. I couldn't help it.
She looked so young and innocent.
I watched her as she started on the laps. She moved elegantly, like most
kids her age. After about five rounds she started to sweat, and I decided ten
laps would be enough. When she finally stopped, she was sweating all over.
Her clothes were drenched in her sweat.
I gave her a moment to come to. Then I told here to come here. School
rules stated specifically, that the beats should be administered on the bare
skin. At that moment I was very aware of that. Seeing the sweat roll down
her face like pearl-drops, I was again starting to feel an erection growing.
Normally I just pulled their pants down a bit, so that only their buttocks
were uncovered. That wasn't possible in this case, due to the outfit she
wore. After a moment of anxious thoughts, I decided the best thing to do was
to ask her to remove her gymsuit, trusting, that she would surely have
underpants under it.
She hadn't.
The next few minutes I lived through as in a dream. I saw everything: her
flat tummy, her nipples, her pussy, her smooth legs, her perfectly formed
back and her beautiful buttocks. As she bent over to get the piece of
clothing from the floor, I even got a perfect view of her cute, tiny anus. I
don't have to tell you my shorts were bulging out by that time.
'Uh, just lay with your tummy over my knees.', I stammered.
She gave me a thankful smile. 'For not using the stick.', I told myself
quickly. With one hand I softly pressed her back against my upper-thigh, to
steady her. She moved a bit towards me. Because I was not sitting straight,
her naked hip now touched my erection through my shorts. My heart stopped
beating for a second. It felt good. With her hands she held on to the
chair.
'Ready ?'
She nodded. I raised my hand. I looked at her bare bottom, carefully
choosing my target. Softly I slapped her behind. A tingling went through my
arm, as I toughed her buttocks and felt them curve smoothly. I lifted my
hand again. Again I hit her, with the same result. I was hitting her so
softly, she could hardly have noticed it. At the third slap she arched her
back a bit and let it fall back on my lap. Doing this she unknowingly
stroked my erection.
I continued, getting more turned on all the time. More frustrated too.
She started moaning. I kept slapping her, thinking I was on the right track.
Faster and faster, sending waves of what I thought was pain through her
little body. With each wave she stroked me. I went faster and faster, nearing
a climax. What I didn't know, was that the rascal was actually having fun.
That was because I was slapping so softly, that it was actually preasurable
for her.
She moaned loader. I started moaning too. As I raised my hand for
the last time I felt I was starting to come. This made the last slap a lot
harder then the previous ones. The moment it hit her she let a big sigh
escape her. I was so excited, I didn't know what I was doing, so instincts
took over. I let my index finger draw a line in the space between her
buttocks. I felt her anus. I went quickly on. Felt her pussy and cupped it
with my hand. This all happened in moments.
At that moment I understood what the sigh had been for. I felt her urine
fill the cup of my hand. She shivered and her muscles tensed up. Her pee
continued to flow and my hand couldn't hold it anymore. It started soaking my
pants, which I was just staining on the inside. I don't know what came over
me, but when she stopped peeing, I brought my hand to my mouth and drank from
it. I even licked my hand of. It tasted wonderful. Salty. At that moment I
saw her looking at me. First a guilty look, but as soon as she understood
what I was doing, she gave me the most beautiful smile I ever saw.
THE END
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