A Young Girl’s Racist Neighbor
- ALL CHARACTERS ARE ADULTS (+18)
*WARNING*
Racial slurs used.
Pt. 1
-Punishment-
It was the middle of a hot July summer in a small town in Georgia. An African American family had recently moved into a new, very middle class & predominantly white neighborhood in the town. A young, 18 year old girl named Jasmine & her two parents were incredibly joyous to finally move into a nicer area of town, but not everyone in their neighborhood can say they share their same happiness.
One day, young Jasmine’s parents were both out at work, leaving her at home bored all by herself. Jasmine was a curious little girl and always sneaking around doing slightly mischievous things. For instance, she always loved to spy on her next door neighbor, Mr. Caldwell. He was a man much older than her, in his 50’s & a very brawny, muscular man. He used to be a navy seal and his stern attitude reflected that. She would always notice different women coming and leaving his house. She knew that he had a wife, so she was very surprised by this. She had a perfect view of his bedroom too from her bedroom window and she’d just watch him. She’d watch him undress, masturbate, & even have sex sometimes. He’s the first man she’s seen naked and her young and innocent mind became deeply infatuated by the thought of him even though he was much older than her.
All of the sexual things she saw him do through his window always made her little tight black cunt get wet, but she was so naive and inexperienced she didn’t understand her feelings. And Mr. Caldwell was not a friendly person. In fact, young Jasmine’s parents urge her everyday to stay away from him because they believe he is a racist. He has never spoken a word to the family, just giving glares from time to time, making things very tense. Other neighbors around the neighborhood have spoken to the family about his supposed racist beliefs as well. Jasmine’s parents tell her that he used to be a navy seal but that he is in no way a good person and to never go near him.
The thoughts of what her parents told her run through little Jasmine’s mind as she peers out the window looking for Mr. Caldwell, but she notices his car isn’t in the driveway. She moves her eyes to his backyard noticing his garden with many herbs growing. She smiles and an idea pops into her head & the next thing she knows she’s sneaking into Mr. Caldwell’s backyard to check out his garden up close.
She bends down, looking at all the fresh veggies amazed by all the things he could grow. The sun was out & blazing against her dark & deeply melanated skin. She pokes her finger out to touch one of his plants when she suddenly hears a deep voice pierce through her silence.
“Hey! What the hell are you doing girl?” his southern accent echoed through her ears as she turned around in shock to look at him.
He rushed towards her quickly before she could even say anything, “What are you doing girl? You stealing from me?” he said as he lifted her up with ease, pulling her by her small arm. He peered down at her little brown body. She had her natural hair tied up into two cute pigtails & she was wearing a tight light colored top & a pink skirt.
She looked up into his dark colored eyes innocently as his dark, greyish hair blew in the wind. All she could see was his body, his muscles, his tan white skin and the fact that he was so much bigger and stronger than her. His face was somewhat hard to see because the sun was peering out behind him.
“You know how to speak, girl? What’s your name?” he spat at her harshly.
She’s frightened by him and can barely speak, her voice breaks as she says, “I-i’m Jasmine, and n-no sir. I wasn’t… I was just--” but he had already started walking her into the house by her arm.
His big strong hands holding her tightly as he guided her into his house. As she walked through his house she noticed a small confederate flag in the corner, which reminded her of what her parents had told her about him being racist.
“Now, what the hell were you doing screwing around in my garden?” he questions her.
“I’m sorry Mr. Caldwell, I was bored and my parents aren’t home… I could see your veggies from my window and I just wanted to see them up close,” Jasmine frantically explained, looking up into this older white man’s eyes.
He looked down at her and she could see the anger on his face, but deep down Mr. Caldwell couldn’t help but feel turned on by the cute & worried expression plastered on young Jasmine’s face.
“I promise I wasn’t stealing sir, please I won’t do this again,” She continued.
“You really think i’m gonna believe you? I know how you people are raised, but don’t you worry i’ll show you not to sneak around in people’s shit,” Mr. Caldwell replied to her. He took a seat on his couch in the living room, “Young girls like you think you can get away with anything, well come here little slut. You’re not getting away with this today.”
The harsh words stinging in Jasmine’s innocent ears as she knew she didn’t do anything that bad. Jasmine bit her lip out of nervousness, only arousing Mr. Caldwell even more, “Please Mr. Caldwell, It won’t happen again."
He then got up frustrated at her not doing what he said, and grabbed her by the arm again, bringing her close to him, “Didn’t your parents ever teach you not to steal, little girl?” he asked sternly as he roughly pulled her small body over his lap after he sat down on the living room couch.
Jasmine was shocked. It’s been years since she’s been spanked, but she knew what was coming, “Sir, please I promise, I wasn’t stealing from you! I just wanted to see your garden mister.”
“Don’t play dumb with me. I know what type of things your people do. You just come into people’s neighborhoods and think you can act like a fucking criminal?” he yelled at her making Jasmine cry, but her young tears only aroused Mr. Caldwell.
She squirmed around on his lap, but he was much stronger than her since he was a grown man and also a former navy seal. He held her in place as she struggled to move. He slapped her young black ass hard over her tiny pink skirt that she was wearing, making it jiggle against his large white hand. She could feel his wedding ring on his finger as well as he spanked her. Jasmine screamed out as she squirmed after feeling her butt get spanked. He spanked her again saying, “All your people know is how to steal right? Just raising another criminal… I’ll teach you a lesson, little bitch. I’ll teach you not to steal from hard working people.”
He pulled her cute little pink skirt off, exposing her black ass even more. “Your parents let you dress like a little slut too?” he said, slapping her ass over and over again until all you could hear in the room were her cries and the sound of the slaps.
Jasmine cried out while taking each spank to her little behind that this older white man gave her. She yelled out, “I’m not a slut!” while he continued to spank her dark ass.
“You sure dress like one though,” he said spanking her ass even harder. He couldn’t help but enjoy watching this young black girl squirm and cry while getting her ass spanked by him. “All you people do is steal. And all you're taught to do is dress like little a whore right? That’s all your people are good for,” He said as he pulled her white panties down exposing her bare chocolate ass and her pussy too.
Mr. Caldwell became increasingly turned on by the sight of her dark chocolate pussy and bare ass, as he pulled her panties down and continued to spank her. He had never even looked at a younger girl this way let alone a black woman, so the feelings he felt were just as new as how Jasmine felt. Jasmine could feel so much excitement between her legs as she began to get wet from her spanking. Although she was embarrassed and couldn't fully understand how she was feeling, a part of her was so turned on by this punishment she was receiving.
“Please no sir! This is so embarrassing,” she cried out.
“Good, you should be embarrassed, girl,” He said before his hand came down on her dark ass, making her cry out more. “I’ll make you sorry for this, you need to learn you can’t just sneak around on people’s property,” his hand came down hard on her ass as it jiggled and bounced against it.
He was enjoying spanking her ass so much. He was very angry with Jasmine at first, but he couldn’t help but to get turned on by her. He knew it was wrong to feel aroused by such a young girl getting spanked, but he didn’t care in the moment. All he could think about was the fact that her bare ass is over his lap getting spanked hard. He always had some prejudices about black people, but for some reason the fact that he could take his frustrations out on her was so much sexier than any other thing he’s done with women his age and race.
As he continued spanking her ass more, Jasmine suddenly stopped squirming as much. She just took each slap to the ass that he gave her. Even Mr. Caldwell noticed that she stopped fighting it as much.
“What do you like getting spanked now, nigger?” he questioned as he did not stop spanking her. The racist word rolled off his tongue with ease.
She then got upset by being called a racial slur as she began squirming around on his lap and moving her hand over her butt trying to shield her ass from the spanks. “Don’t fucking call me that!” she cursed at him.
“Don’t you dare speak to me like that little girl,” he said, moving her little hand and holding it out the way, “Move your fucking hand and take this punishment nigger,” he continued slapping her very hard a few more times.
His cock got very hard in his pants from spanking her so much and listening to her cry. A horny and slightly angry Mr. Caldwell began rubbing Jasmine’s soft dark chocolate ass. He knew her butt had to sting from that long spanking he gave her. And little Jasmine was incredibly embarrassed from being called so many foul names by her neighbor, and having her young, bare ass exposed to him. She could feel something hard between his legs as she laid across his lap which made her even more embarrassed because she knew what it was.
She knew she had such a huge crush on her racist and bigoted neighbor too, and that it was so wrong to be turned on by something like this, but she loved the feeling of his hands rubbing and spanking her soft and youthful ass.
“Jasmine’s your name right?” he broke the silence of their thoughts.
“Yes sir. My name is Jasmine,” she replied softly.
He kept rubbing her soft ass, entranced by how good it felt. “You need to get punished a little bit more for cursing at me,” he said.
