I May Be Small

I occasionally have trouble with graffiti on my side fence. I don’t know why people pick that fence in particular, but they seem to like it. The fact that I tend to clean it off on the same day discourages them. So does the fact that I’ve been known to follow then home and graffiti their place in retaliation. I should say suspected, not known. No-one ever proved it was me, but the message was out there.

Kids that try it are also likely to get a kick up the butt, so they don’t come back either.

So you can understand I was irritated when I spotted some kid starting on my fence with his little spray-can. I slipped up behind him and roared, and the little brat nearly jumped the fence. Then he turned around and I realised my mistake. The kid was actually female, the cutest little button I’d seen in a long time. No-one, and I mean no-one, could stay mad at a kid as cute as that.

“Listen, pixie,” I said, “that is my fence and graffiti is a no-no, so lay off. I’d hate to have to give you a smacked bottom, so don’t come back, OK?”

Now ten times out of ten a kid caught out will take the chance to say sorry and fade from the scene. This kid was number eleven.

“My name’s not pixie,” she snapped, “and if you dared lay a finger on me I’d have you arrested.”

“Might I point out, kid, that you’re the one breaking the law here, not me. If you called the cops it’s you they’d charge. Me they’d thank, for getting a juvenile delinquent off the streets.”

“I’m not a kid,” the kid snapped. “I’m an adult.”

Said she, standing there at a full height of somewhat under five feet. The only time that kid stood five feet tall was when she was wearing mummy’s high heels, and even then, it was doubtful.

“Sure, kid,” I soothed, “whatever you say. Now why don’t you take a hike and go vandalise your bedroom. Maybe mummy won’t notice amongst the rest of your mess.”

She was slow getting the message, but this time she turned and walked away, snarling “I’m an adult, you moron.”

Actually, the way my eyes were drawn to her cute little tush, I suspected that she was telling the truth. She might be small and pixie-like, but that bottom hinted at a proper maturity.

I watched her go and then cleaned off the tag she’d started. And was extremely irritated to find out she’d come back overnight and reapplied it. I cleaned it off again.

I kept my eye out and spotted her returning the next evening. I pounced so fast she barely had time to whip out her spray-can.

“Listen, kid,” I snarled at her. “If you don’t knock it off, you and I are not going to be friends.”

I figure she must be sensitive about her height. I don’t know why. There isn’t really enough of it to worry her, I’d have thought. Anyway, at the word kid she turned on me, snarling again.

“I am not a kid and we’re not going to be friends,” she told me. “Look,” she added, and whipped out her driver’s licence.

I took note that her name was Alice, her age was eighteen, and I also memorised her address in case of future need. She actually lived quite close, and must be new in the area, because I’d never seen her around before.

“How nice,” I said, admiring her license. “Do they give you cushions to sit on so you can reach the steering wheel?”

From the flush on her face as she snatched the license back off me, I suspected that she did need cushions.

“Despite having a license,” I said, “as far as I’m concerned you’re acting like an unruly kid with your little spray-can, and if you don’t knock it off I’ll treat you like an unruly kid and spank you. Then you’ll really need those cushions when you sit down. Why are you tagging my fence, anyway?”

She didn’t bother answering that, just giving me a female’s contemptuous glance for a male who couldn’t possibly understand. She was certainly old enough to have that look down pat. She then stalked away, pointedly ignoring me.

I called after her. “I was thinking that you’re stalking off in high dudgeon, but then I realised you can’t.”

She gave me the finger. Would you believe it? A sweet little pixie like that.

I was serious about the warning I’d given her though. There was no way I was going to have her keep coming around and tagging the fence. If I let her get away with it all the other artists would feel they had the right.

As much as I regretted it, I was right. She returned that evening, as soon as it was getting dark. Don’t people bother to read messages about security cameras? I just moved quietly out the side gate and was standing behind her before she knew it.

The first she knew of my being there was my hand clamping around the nape of her neck and my voice informing that she just didn’t seem to learn.

I just frog marched her over to the side gate and through and into my back room. She might have been struggling, but she was so much smaller than me I just didn’t seem to notice. Still holding her I just headed straight for a chair that I’d left conspicuously in the middle of the room and sat down.

“OK, Alice,” I told her. “I will concede that you’re an adult, but I told you that if you acted like an unruly kid I’d treat you like an unruly kid.”

With that I just bent her across my knee and have her pretty little tush a half dozen very sound spanks.

“Now I suggest that you leave my fence alone,” I told her in a very firm voice. “In case you hadn’t noticed, the fence is covered by a camera. If you persist, I’ll have you charged.”

When I let her up she promptly turned on me.

“How dare you?” she shrieked. “I’m an adult and you will treat me like an adult. I won’t have you treat me like a child. I just won’t.”

“Count your blessings,” I told her with a laugh. “I’ll concede you’re an adult, but you should concede that you’re acting like a brat.”

“Don’t you laugh at me,” she snapped.

Would you believe it, she actually took a swing at me? She really tried to slap my face. As far as I was concerned she’d now stepped over the line. She was an adult and wanted to be treated like an adult. That was fair enough, but she should have also remembered that she was a female adult, facing a much larger male adult.

I’d caught her arm when she swung at me, and held her easily.

“OK, woman,” I informed her. “You want to be treated like an adult so I will.”

The weather was warm, and she was only wearing a sundress over her undies, and the next thing she knew she wasn’t wearing a sundress over her undies. I’d lifted it up and over her head with a single motion, leaving her standing there in a matching blue and white bikini set of bra and panties. I flipped her back over my knee, but this time I peeled off her panties and undid her bra, brushing it down her arms and off so she was now lying across my knee starkers.

And she was a most attractive sight. She might have been petite, almost elfin in size, but what she had was all stacked in the right way. She really had a superb figure. Pity I was now going to abuse it somewhat.

“An adult woman who gets a spanking can expect to get it on her bare bottom,” I pointed out, and this time I gave her a pretty decent spank on her bottom, leaving a nice red handprint. That spank was probably as hard as the entire earlier spanking. She squealed in shock, and then squealed again when my hand came down again.

Altogether I gave her ten hard spanks, drawing a squeal and protest after each one. After that I placed my hand on her bottom and started rubbing it. As my touch drew close to where her legs met and the interesting parts of female anatomy began she promptly clamped her legs together.

Pity about the gap at the top of her thighs. I casually poked my finger into the gap and pressed against her pussy.

“I suppose that as an adult woman I’m almost honour bound to touch you here” I said, gently poking her. “Be a good girl and move your legs a bit further apart.”

From the gentle refusal I received I gathered that she didn’t think that was a good idea. (Where on earth does a sweet young thing like that learn such language?)

Taking her refusal in good heart I swung her back to her feet, turning her to face me. She was almost inarticulate with rage, which suited me.

I was still holding her arms behind her back, so she was helpless to prevent me appreciating her figure, which I believe I have already indicated was very good.

I cupped one of her breasts and squeezed it lightly.

“You have excellent boobs,” I told her. “Just made for a man to taste.”

Reaching down I ran my hand over her mons and then down along her slit. Her legs being pressed together didn’t really help all that much, as I just poked my finger between her labia and pressed it in, sliding along her slit with her labia rubbing against my finger.

“You are also very shapely here, with a look that could entice any man.”

Now she was embarrassed, trying to squirm away from my finger.

“What’s the problem? Don’t you like my touch? I definitely like touching you.”

She didn’t say anything, just seeming to get even redder, and then I twigged.

“Ah, I see,” I murmured. “Our fine young adult is still a virgin. The way you shout out that you’re an adult, I would have thought you’d have done something about that long ago. Why haven’t you?”

Alice was still not saying anything, but was determinedly looking anywhere but at me. Even her ears were glowing red now, and she seemed most uncomfortable.

I finally let her hands go and Alice jerked away from me. Not looking at me she started to reach for her clothes, but froze when I said no.

“What do you mean, do?” Alice demanded. “Do you want to humiliate me some more?”

“No. I want you to come upstairs with me and go to bed. I have this terrible desire to take your virginity and see you purring like a kitten with my cock in you.”

She shot a look at me, half terrified, half something I couldn’t name.

“Are you saying you’re going to rape me?” Alice asked.

“No. If I was going to rape you, you’d be sitting on my lap right now, wondering if you’d be able to walk after I finished bouncing you on my cock. What I’m doing is asking.”

“Why? Just because I’m a virgin?” came the bitter query.