I had not thought of my ability to stop time as "magic", or as something to control people with, until one day when I had cause to chastise a girl for being quite unnecessarily rude.
My journey to work takes me across the Millennium Bridge in London. This is a new bridge, the first new bridge in London for over a century to cross the Thames, and is for pedestrians only. On its opening day the number of people who swarmed to cross it caused it to sway alarmingly and it had to be closed a few days later. Remedial work now means it does not sway, it is no longer London's "wobbly bridge," and can be appreciated for the lovely structure it is. The technical description about the early problem explained that the pedestrians caused the bridge to "self excite." I rather like the idea of a masturbatory bridge: it certainly is an impressive erection.
I was standing in the middle of the Millennium Bridge one sunny early autumn morning looking across the river and thinking how much London had improved in recent years. It used to be rather dowdy and dirty but renovation and new development, particularly along the waterfront, has changed the cityscape into an exciting and vibrant picture. "London," I thought, "can certainly now hold its head up amongst the great capital cities of the world."
At that moment a girl passing me managed to drop her bag and all sorts of items, shopping mostly, spilled out and rolled around on the metal walkway. I bent to help her pick up her stuff.
"Leave that alone, I don't need your help. Clear off," she said. I stopped dumbfounded.
"Pardon."
"Piss off."
I stood, stepped back to the railing and regarded her. She was on her knees gathering up her belongings. I could appreciate she was annoyed at dropping her things but her reaction to my help seemed impolite at best. The girl was tall, taller than me, with curly brown hair and a surprising number of freckles showing on her neck and bare shoulders. She wore a short red top showing her midriff, or from where I was standing, just the top of her bottom cleavage above light tan trousers.
With a glare at me she stalked off, my eyes followed her and I noted a very shapely bottom in her trousers moving a little side to side as she walked. About ten yards further on she caught up with another girl waiting for her, after a brief chat they both looked at me watching them and laughed. I leant my hands against the railings, noted their position and stopped time. The world fell suddenly silent. The ever-present noise of traffic was gone, the sound of the HS148 aeroplane heading to London City Airport was gone, and the chimes of Big Ben were cut off. All movement stopped, the people passing me were frozen in mid step. A little girl skipping beside her mother was suspended in the air at mid skip. The few clouds in the sky no longer moved. The only sound, and it became suddenly noticeable, was of my own breathing. I walked towards the girls my footsteps clanging on the metal walkway. They were still laughing.
I opened the tall girl's handbag. Her name, Linda Grace. The other girl's handbag revealed they both lived at the same address.
What had that all been about? Why had Linda been so unpleasant to me? I could not think I had done anything wrong. I did not look like a thief. I had not brushed against her improperly, "or at least not yet," I thought.
"Might as well have a look," I said as I began to unbutton Linda's blouse. As I undid the buttons a pretty white lacy bra came into view. Her freckles carried on down from her throat into her cleavage. I reached around under her top and undid the bra clasp. I slowly lifted up her bra to reveal her breasts. Not large but firm with the remains of an all over tan, clearly she sunbathed topless. The freckles carried on down to her remarkably dark aureoles. I fondled both breasts for a while resulting in my penis hardening in my trousers.
Dropping down onto my knees I undid the button at the waist of her trousers, slipped down the zip and eased them down her thighs revealing matching white lacy panties. These needed to come down too. This revealed Linda shaved; moreover she was actually fair-haired. A very small wisp of hair was left around her slit but otherwise she had removed the curly hairs either side. Her slim thighs meant that there was space between them to slip my hand in. Careful feeling revealed no hair left either side of her labia.
"Hmm," I thought, "female genital shaving is a common feature of lesbian relationships due to the substantial amount of cunnilingus undertaken. Perhaps that is why she was so rude. She doesn't like men." Well that was fair enough, if you liked women, you liked women, I couldn't argue with that, I did as well. But that was no excuse for rudeness. Rude girls needed to be punished.
I slid her trousers and panties down to her calves. Turning I borrowed a substantial briefcase from a man hurrying towards the City. I say hurrying: he wasn't going anywhere for the moment. Sitting on the upturned briefcase I bent Linda over my knees so her bottom was across my knees ready for a spanking. I looked at her very prettily shaped brown freckled bottom and realised not only did she sunbathe topless but clearly sunbathed completely nude. Not unreasonably at this juncture I released my hard penis from my fly and allowed it to poke up between her legs. I wondered if this was the first time a real, as opposed to plastic, penis had been there. I raised my hand and brought it down hard on her cheeks making a loud smack, the only sound in the whole of London. Did it really echo? Smack went my hand again. My penis twitched comfortably in between Linda's legs. A warm but not wet place.
I looked down at Linda's bottom, smooth round and defenceless across my knee and had an idea. Yesterday I had been out walking in the country through old woodland. I had much admired the ancient oaks and other fine trees. Whilst resting on a log I had noted the resemblance of an acorn to the head of a penis, both had the same dome shape, the acorn cup appearing like a half retracted foreskin. I'd picked up a few and still had them in my pocket. I fished one out. It was green and without the cup. It did indeed look like a penis head, the same rounded shape. Spreading Linda's legs and buttocks I looked at her little wrinkled brown hole. It would make her quite uncomfortable if, when time started, she felt not just the sting of the smacking but also the presence of an acorn in her arse. I moistened the acorn in my mouth and place it on her anus. With my thumb I applied gentle pressure and watched as slowly it started to go in. Two thirds of the way in I stopped, pulled back my thumb and admired the sight. The cup end of the acorn was sticking out of her bottom. A little more pressure and it slipped in and disappeared. I gave her bottom another two slaps and pulled her panties and trousers up. I re-arranged her back into her standing position and re-did her bra and blouse buttons. I gave the man back his briefcase and remembered to tuck my penis away - that could have been very embarrassing! Returning to my earlier position leaning on the railings I restarted time.
Linda staggered, her middle lurched forward as if she had just been smacked on the bottom (she had), the smile dropped from her face and a look of surprise shot across her features. I smiled and raised my hand. An angry glance from her and she was off, friend in tow but walking rather uncomfortably. A lesson taught.
