Madison Breas a Window

It was getting pretty close to five o'clock and it had been quite the long day. Not only had my assistant not finished the Macinrow report that was supposed to be submitted by one o'clock, but I had lost a million dollar account to a competitor I hated. Just as I began to wind things down for the end of the day, I also remember I was going home to more work of weeks worth of laundry and other wonderful such chores.

I decided that I had had enough work for the day and started to pack up for the evening when I had a knock on my office door.

"Come in." I said like whoever could possibly be at my door it wouldn't matter if it was the President of the United States himself that could make me care a bit about staying in that office more than one more second than I already was.

In walked a security policeman. He was a large black man that stood about six feet. His hands were playing with his billy stick and I noticed his pistol peacefully resting in its holster. He looked like he would leave you in rough shape if you messed with him. I lifted my eyebrows in anticipation as I waited for him to speak. I felt a little patter in my heart as well.

"I'm afraid I have some bad news, Mr. Williams." He said in an extremely deep voice.

"Someone has completely broken your driver side window." The black cop said as he waited for my reaction. My new BMW!! How could this day get any worse? I verified that he had the correct car.

With an audible 'thud', I plopped into my chair. My already grumpy face turned even grumpier. For a 35 year old vice president at a prestigious company, my patience had dissipated far earlier than a regular working man at my age. It couldn't have been a worse working day. Even if I had been in the car for this accident, at least I would have gotten a good adrenaline rush out of the experience. And now I was going to have to stay even longer at work to sort this out. My blood was starting to boil!

It took a while for the news to sink in. "Who the fuck broke my fucking window!?" I exclaimed slamming my fist on my desk. I instantly realized that I couldn't talk to someone of the black man's size that way, or a cop (which was realized after). But my car was my baby. Something middle aged men bought for their mid-life crisis that I purchased early!

"They're outside your office, sir. I wanted to know if you wanted to press charges and would take a moment of your time to see the culprit yourself. You know the high school is right across the street." The first image that popped into my head was of some punk kid probably playing football or something where they shouldn't be showing off for his other punk friends.

At first I really didn't want to have to deal with some teenage boy, but the thought of letting off some of my steam came into mind.

"Send him in, officer. And please close the door afterwards so that we may speak in private, if that's alright." I rubbed my evil hands together and got comfortable in my expensive leather chair.

"Not a problem, Mr. Williams. And it's a her..." He said as he nodded to the person just outside of my view to enter as he held the door. Her? Oh great. Some punk girl who thinks she's knows everything and only expresses it in a high pitched whine. I sighed and put my head into my hands on my desk.

Click. The door closed and I heard the cop walk away into the distance. Blank thoughts coursed through my brain. With another sigh I lifted my head to figure out what I was going to do with a child and broken window, and as fast as possible. Slowly as I came out of my deep thoughts, my eyes now focus on the young girl. She was wearing her school girl outfit: a tucked-in white button down shirt (one button unbuttoned), pleated skirt that fell a few inches above the knee, and from having the desk obstruct his view she was also wearing white socks that came up to her shins/knees.

Within a second I spoke and stood up, "Hello, the owner of the window you broke, Mr. Williams." I didn't extend my hand as I was quite upset, but looked at her face for the first time. She had big deep green eyes, a small face that fit her small framed body. My eyes rose to notice her high pony tail and down to her tits. I couldn't tell from this second if she was a 15 year old that looked like an 18 year old or an 18 year old that looked like she was 15. Her features weren't much help in making this decision. Her tits were small but perfect for the size of a young woman still filling out. And the curves of her hips were noticeable but subtle, too.

All these thoughts began to enter my mind within a second or two of seeing this young schoolgirl, which came to halt as soon as she opened her mouth, "I'm very sorry about your window, Mr. William's. I don't know what happened, I uh, well... I'm sorry I'm Madison."

I noticed this girl was very flustered. I don't know if I took it as a sign of weakness or my testosterone was just pumping, but I couldn't get naughty images of her out of my head and it had only been less than a minute. I thought of her cute skirt, her soft thighs - silk to the touch they must be at her age. Then about that skirt again and what lied under it. Was she wearing the classic innocent girl white cotton panties or was she wilder and wearing a black satin thong, I wondered. As I began to daze, I realized she was still standing there.

"Please have a seat, Madison." I motioned for the chair in front of my desk and we both sat. I couldn't help but run my eyes down her body again, making sure to go slowly down her skirt, and even slower at where the hem hit her creamy thighs. With all these naughty thoughts racing thru my pathetic mind, I questioned my integrity. I wondered if I was so easily occupied with sex because of my long day or because I was a guy.

"Uh, well Madison, do you have the money to pay for my window?" My conscious was trying to behave for my cock, which had starting twitching at just the sight of this young girl's ripe body. Oh my!

"No..."

Before she could say more, I cut in, "Do your parents?"

"Oh god! They'd kill me if they knew, please..." Her voice got excited after that question. Her perkiness was a turn on.

"And the policeman outside?" As I mentioned the idea of the law involvement her eyes widen in disbelief.

I continued before she had time to verbalize her reaction, "Do you feel that you should be punished?" My mind lingered on the word 'punished.' I could only begin to count the ways I'd like to punish her. Schoolgirl. Silky skin. Dripping pussy.

Just as I was at wits end, I thought in some sick way that I might enjoy making this young girl have fun getting a police record, "Maybe you deserve to have the police handle this," I said as a matter-of-factly. At which it appeared we just spoke at the same time completely incapable of hearing what she said. I was losing my already lost patience.

As I looked up in to her big green eyes, barely incapable of hearing what she was about to say with all my thoughts back on fantasizing about her bent over my desk begging me for more as I pictured my fat cock head teasing her tight little hole, she spoke:

"Maybe you could spank me instead, Mr. Williams." She said in complete innocence. The words just repeated over and over in my head. Spank me, spank me, of course I'd like to spank her in her little pleated skirt. I could feel my cock beginning to come to life.

I had never been in a situation like this before. Every guy my age tries to bang the youngest girl possible. And you can't beat 18! Then the thought of a 'proper' spanking came into mind, which was probably what she even received at her catholic school across the street. But that thought quickly diminished and I decided I was going to spank her my way, a horny man's way.

"Come here." I instructed as I pushed my chair out from the under my desk. This was the beginning of a much better day. She stood up and looked me straight in the eyes. Her stare was cold, yet it excited me. It was not only penetrating through to my soul, but also straight to my cock. I wasn't sure if she was trying to show me that she wasn't scared or that possibly she wanted it. I just stared back and watched her cross the room around to my desk enjoying her little walk. She was a beautiful girl. Her light brown hair glimmered in the awful fluorescent light. I always liked girls with long hair. As her body from the waist down came into view, I inhaled taking every inch of her hips to the high hem of little skirt to the tops of her knee socks to her black Mary Jane's. My eyes became fixed at the hem of her dark plaid skirt. Something about watching it sway with her hips as she walked was hypnotizing to me - such a small and short barrier that was preventing me from seeing her little pussy. I felt like I was about to enter some porn flick.

Time seemed to slow as she walked towards me. Instinctually, I had spread my legs a bit to let the strain of my already hardening cock minimize. I wanted to reach down and touch myself, stroke my hard cock to her swaying hips, seductive eyes, and gentle bouncing tits. The anticipation from her warm hot body against my cloth covered cock was even making my eyes water among other things. Then suddenly the thought of the big black policeman entered my mind. My face straightened and nervous set in at the thought of him walking in on me spanking her over my knee with her skirt up and panties down, but immediately I smiled and my nervous transformed into excitement as the thought of him walking in on her begging me for my cum all over her face again. Mmmm.

When she reached the area next to me behind my desk at the side of my chair, I looked at her with the same hard stare but mine was drunk with lust. "How old are you?"

"18." She bowed her head as she lost our staring contest. I knew I had the control.

"Over my knee." Without hesitation she bent herself over my knees like a good girl. Her obedience was incredibly sexy. I couldn't remember the last time my cock was this hard and I hadn't even touched it. Given that when she positioned herself across my knees the weight of your body pushed against it perfectly.

I took in every inch of her clothed covered backside. Her ponytail was nice and long as I followed it almost all the way down the center of her back. Something inside me wanted to reach out and give it a hard tug, but I didn't. I could only imagine how perfect her ass was underneath her skirt. She held her legs tightly closed which looked very soft and smooth like a child's skin. And I swear I could just barely feel her body tremble once or twice against my thighs, which only heightened my arousal. I loved having the completely control of her.

There was a high I got off controlling girls. But this was different - fantasy like. I knew exactly how I wanted to play my cards. "Why am I going to punish you, Madison?" I questioned authoritatively.

"I broke your window, Mr. Williams." She said in her little girl voice. I loved hearing her call me that.

"And how do you want... need to be punished, little girl?"

"I need to be spanked, Mr. Williams." And then I felt her ass lift just a bit in anticipation. This was my wet dream coming true. I had never actually spanked someone, let alone a young schoolgirl who was already over my knee asking for it because she was a bad bad girl. Time was speeding up from the slowness a few moments ago.

I placed my right hand on her calf and ran my hand slowly over the backs of her knees up to her thighs and under her skirt causing it to bunch up around her waist. The expectation for me of just finding out what type of panties Madison wore was making my heart pound and my cock ache. Not to mention the feel of the silky flesh was enough to make any guy crazy with lust. Part of me was also going slowly to hear any objection from my bad girl, but there was none.

Slowly her skirt began to form at her waist as my hand glided higher and higher up her thighs. So fucking smooth, I could only imagine how smooth her pussy must be to this. I realized that I could feel her heart pounding on my thigh. I wanted her to be nervous yet excited. I watched my hand like it was its own realizing that my hand had finally hit her ass cheeks. She either wasn't wearing any panties or she was wearing a thong. My eyes trace my hand's slow paths eagerly.

"I'm going to give you your punishment now." I said as my large hand glided up over her ass. I loved watching my hand cover her whole ass cheek. I had only seen this girl for the first time minutes ago and my hands were already caressing her bare ass. And her ass was unbelievable tight. I had to give it a squeeze. I was going to enjoy spanking her.

"Yes, Mr. Williams. Please spank me." She kept her head down and gave her ass a little wiggle. Was she begging already or just trying to get it over with?

As my hand finally reached her waist, I felt material at the same time my eyes found her thong. It wasn't little cotton panties like I had just fantasized about nor a black satin thong, but a white cotton thong that held her pussy lips perfectly between her nice ass cheeks. What a sight seeing the little material poking between her legs! I couldn't help but focus on the little material that was preventing me from seeing the nicest pussy I probably ever will again. I wondered if she could feel my eyes burning on her pussy lips. And as I stared intently, I swear I could see just a hint of moisture seeping through her thong - a tiny clear wet spot. I inhaled deeply, hoping for a sweet whiff.

As I exposed her ass, I paused taking in the view once again and wondered if I should pull down her little thong too. But decided against it for the time being. Something inside me wanted to make that thong soaking wet before I pulled in off.

I rested one of my hands on her backside to hold her down. As I began to lift my other hand for my first spank, I felt her body tighten, which only made my precum ooze out at the same time I landed the first...

Smack! The first impact was firm yet gave her ass that perfect jiggle that let my hand bounce right off. Without waiting for her reaction I raised my hand even higher and came down again harder. Smack!! As the first one hit her right cheek she let out a very small yelp, inhaled quickly and by the time the second one landed, she let out another even quieter than the first.

I continued her spankings. One on one cheek, another on the other, sometimes, two on the same one, and occasionally landing my hand on both. The feeling on my hand was warm and the feeling my hand got each time I spanked her ass was great. The temperature that my hand felt from the short impact was hot. I watched as I began to turn her ass a light pink. I loved watching the reaction her ass was having to my hand and my control. After only a few minutes, I increased the severity the spanking.

SMACK!! SMACK!! I never wanted to stop. Desperately I was dying to know how wet her pussy was, if at all. If I remembered correctly, young girls were known for having wet pussies all the time and when they got hot, they got soaked. I could only imagine how my cock would slide right in. As I began to daydream again, all of a sudden one of my hard spanks produced the hottest sounds I'd heard yet from my little schoolgirl, "MMMmm." It was short and sweet but just the confidence I needed to take it to the next step.

This time when I spanked her, I tried to spank the very bottom of her raised tight ass closest to her little pussy for her reaction.

"UHHG!" There was the sounded I wanted to hear again. I did it again. SMACK! "UUOOOHH!" SMACK!! "UHHH!" Over and over again. Her loud moans were driving me crazy. Without thinking, I grabbed her long ponytail and yanked it toward my face and with my other hand spanked her hard again.

"OOOOHHH... goddddd." She cooed. I pulled her hair harder. I wanted to pull it so hard. I wanted her to scream for me. I pulled it until her ear was level with my mouth and whispered.

"You like that don't you, bad girl?" I let up the grip on her hair so it wouldn't hurt her. She must have been on fire because as soon as her head was lower again; she raised her ass even higher and spread her legs just a tiny bit. This cause her thong to be pulled taught over her pussy and was even closer to my face. From what I saw the cotton thong couldn't compensate for all the moisture that was flowing out of her pussy. She ever so slightly shifted on my lap, the sensation of my cock being rubbed and the sight of watching the tiny piece of material become clear from the moisture I could actually make out her two swollen pussy lips. I hadn't even touched her intimate areas and she was already soaked. I couldn't help but picture my already rock hard cock sliding in and out of that drenched vise grip. I wanted to fuck this schoolgirl already!

"OHHH! Mr. Williams' please spank me harder, I've been a very naughty girl and I don't want a police record." She cried out. The sound flowing from her mouth was mouthwatering. A very brief thought entered my mind again of how long the cop would just sit out there. I disregarding my thought quickly, put each of my hands on the side of your dripping thong, and tugged them down to her ankles.

I took my eyes off her newly clear soaked thong to her pussy finally. The sight was delicious. Her pussy was beautifully shaved, it was quite swollen, pink, wet, and the smell was dizzying. There was pussy everywhere. I could have gotten myself off on looking at her sweet pussy alone. Her puffy lips were saturated in it and I could see where I smeared it with her thong on her thighs. It must have just been oozing from her pussy because I could see her little hole open enough for my cock. I immediately wanted to bury my face down there. As my mouth continued to water, I wanted to lick every last drop off her skin. But back to my punishment.

"You sure have been a naughty naughty girl." I said while staring at her pussy and rubbing my hand over her hot ass. I wanted to dip my fingers into her dripping hole but I wanted her body to be aching for it first.

"Please punish me more, Mr. Williams." She moaned in that lusty voice as she pushed her ass towards my hand. That was a borderline beg and she left the door open for how she was going to be punished.

I grabbed her hair for the third time and continued to give her a combination of spanks and hair tugs until she was moaning loudly. I was going to get my sexy scream out of her. We got into an almost rhythm of where I would spank her ass hard and pull her hair. She was going wild on my lap. Her new squirms felt great on my cock. I tried pushing my cock against her with each spank. I knew she felt it. And I knew it would make her even hotter.

"OOOH Mr. Williams, please, no, please, no moOOOOOHHH re, UUGHH!" I damn well knew that those pleas and 'no's were 'I need more's. All I wanted to do was lift this girl up, bend her over my desk and fuck the shit out of her, but I knew the longer I didn't do just that the better it would be for both of us.

With her still squirming on my lap, and one hand holding her ponytail tightly, instead of planting another hard spank on her now redden ass, I very lightly ran my fingertips down her ass crack and over her dripping slit. God, my fingers just slipped right off, but that single touch did exactly what I wanted it.

"Mr. William's, god, please, NOO, god, pleeeeeease." She whimpered back and began gyrating her hips in very small circle over my cock, which was pushing her pussy closer to my fingertips. Her words might have yet said it, but she was definitely begging for it.

I placed my hand back on her ass and trailed my way down her crack again, gently going over her asshole. I smeared her juices all over it and just glided my fingers over it for a second or two. Her gyrations became noticeable harder. I continued my way to her dripping slit again. Back and forth I ran my tips over her slippery slit. Then I found her clit and did the same thing, but faster like it was my tongue would have liked to be doing. Her body started to tremble. She was desperately pushing her ass higher trying to get my fingers inside her wet hole.