Brad had a greenhouse. He was experimenting with hydroponics and was growing some nice flowers and vegetables. It was a profitable little sideline, so he was understandably annoyed when he was broken into for the third time. Only minor damage and graffiti, but it shouldn't happen. Also, it was potentially hazardous for the intruder as some of the chemicals he had were quite toxic.
This was the third time it had happened and this time he was prepared. He'd installed a couple of cameras after the second incident, and Brad went to inspect his take. Not a bad view. He knew that kid and where she lived. She was mischievous, not malicious and really needed a good talking to. He'd have a word with her mother. With a bit of luck he might also run into Susan, her big sister. And wow, what a sister. Eighteen, a cheerleader, blonde hair down to her boobs and boobs that came around the corner two seconds before the rest of the girl. Unfortunately, she knew what she had and was just a little on the vain side.
Unfortunately, she wasn't Brad's main concern. Stopping the brat before she did real damage to either the greenhouse or herself was. He headed around to the Jenson's place and put his concerns to Mrs. Jenson, who called in Katie and Brad watch in admiration and some irritation as Katie, owned up to the fault. Turned puppy eyes full of tears on him and apologised, saying she'd never do it again. Mrs. Jenson seemed to think that was that and asked Brad if there was anything else?
Brad fumed, and pointed out that there were repeated offences. No disciplinary action? That's it?
Mrs. Jenson just smiled and shrugged, as though to say what could she do.
Brad pointed out that the behaviour was dangerous and Katie had to be stopped. "If Katie breaks in again, I'll have to take further action. If I catch her I'll either have to call the cops and press charges or put her across my knee and spank her," he snapped. "Your choice."
Mrs. Jenson laughed and Brad could see Katie smirking behind her.
"OK, spank her if you catch her and if you can."
"Are you serious?" Brad asked, not believing a word of it.
"Certainly. Look. I'll even put it in writing." She scribbled Brad the permission slip and before he knew it he was outside, not believing what had happened and trying to make sense of it.
"I get it," he thought. "She figures that a) I won't catch the kid and b), won't have the nerve to spank her if I do. We'll see what happens."
Knowing Katie would be back Brad slept on a cot in the greenhouse that night. He heard a window breaking quietly (how does she do that, he wondered) and stood up waiting. Katie came through the window and Brad flicked on the light, causing her to freeze like a rabbit when the spotlight hits.
Brad moved fast, grabbed Katie and sat with the brat across his knee, and then realised why her mother said to go ahead and spank her. She obviously thought he wouldn't be able to face down those puppy eyes, tears and heartbroken little sobs. He could.
Subsequently marched Katie home to her mother, genuinely crying now. Mrs. Jenson answered the door, looked at Brad, looked at Katie and laughed. She thanked Brad for bringing the errant child home and told Katie she was grounded for a week. Katie bolted without a word, still leaking tears. Mrs. Jenson admitted she had a discipline problem with Katie, but would make more of an effort to bring her into line. If Brad could, she could. She thanked Brad again, still laughing quietly, and Brad headed home.
Next day the fun started. Brad heard a knock on the door, opened it, and there stood Susan, Katie's cheerleader sister, looking gorgeous and wearing clothes that seem to have been painted on.
Brad smiled and started to inquire how he could help her but Susan was already in motion. She placed a hand on Brad's chest pushing him back into the house as she stalked forward, her mouth already in full action.
How dare Brad assault her little sister. Child brutality, is what it was. He was a paedophile. A monster. She'd have the police around to deal with him. For a good ten minutes she ranted and raved and wouldn't let Brad get a word in, just kept on yelling and prodding, probably raising bruises on his chest from all the poking.
At first Brad was amused. After all, she was gorgeous. Then he got annoyed. Finally he had had enough and yelled at her to shut-up and listen. He then explained about the break-ins, the damages, the potential dangers. Explained that Mrs. Jenson knew everything and had approved of his handling of the situation. Told her that all he did was spank the brat, as agreed to by her mother, who was, he believed, Katie's legal guardian. (Brad was quite condescending by this stage and letting her know, not too subtly, that he thought Susan was an idiot.)
Susan didn't care about the explanation. She started up with her child brutality, Brad was a beast and an animal. Warming up for another full on tirade, and Brad realised that he'd have to explain more carefully.
"Hold it," he yelled. Noticing that he'd been backed right across the room to the couch Brad promptly sat, grabbing Susan and pulling her across his knee as he went.
"All I did was spank the kid like this," he said and his hand came down on her bottom very firmly and accurately. Susan screamed, wriggled and squirmed, trying to get up, but the spanking continued while Brad repeated his points, using his hand for the occasional extra emphasis. Susan's squeals and squawks continued, marking time for the spanking.
"Addressing your concerns," Brad said, "my hands hit your sister here, on her bottom. Not here," as his hand slipped between her legs and slapped her pussy. (That squeal was loud.) "Please understand, I did not molest your sister like this, or like this." Her pussy and inner thighs were now taking some punishment.
After a few minutes of careful attention to Susan bottom and pussy Brad stopped spanking for a few moments to further explain.
"I just gave Katie a simple spank and took her home. I did not mess with your sisters clothing like this," he said, as he eased her tights and panties down. "I suggest you forget about your sister, and worry about your own bottom, because this is going to continue for a while." Susan was wriggling harder now, but Brad was a lot stronger than she had realised and held her quite easily.
Now Brad changed the way he was spanking her. His hand would come down sharply on her bottom and then slide further down, stroking her pussy. Sometimes, for a change of pace, landing on her pussy and sliding up. Brad noticed the wriggling, swearing and squawking had changed now. The struggle to escape seemed to have change into an upward movement of Susan's bottom and pussy, trying to time the strokes that were landing, while the swearing, squealing and steady diatribe had died away being replaced by heavy breathing and gasps.
Brad noticed the increased heat whenever he slowly dragged his hand across Susan's lips, seeing the moisture seeping from between them.
He suddenly twisted Susan upright so that she was facing him, his foot slipping out to press between her feet, firmly holding her panties and tights at floor level so Susan couldn't bend down and pull them up, nor walk away from him without having to untangle her feet first. Brad deliberately looked right at the pussy (nicely shaved, he noted) in front of him, then let his eyes drift up to Susan's face, noticeably pausing to check out her boobs and the way her nipples seemed to have decided to stand out and pay attention to what was going on. Finally focused on her face, and there they were again. Two big puppy eyes swimming in tears and a delicate little mouth, trembling and about to cry.
"I think you'll agree that you owe me an apology for sounding off without checking the facts first." Brad murmured. All he received was a dumb nod, Susan too shocked at the reversed situation to actually speak.
"As an apology, I think you should take your top off."
Susan now had a scarlet face to go with the puppy eyes and trembling lips.
"And if I don't what happens? You'll pull it off?"
