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.
The next morning I was still puzzling over Linda on my way to work. Deep in thought I was crossing the Millennium Bridge at about the same time as the day before when I saw Linda walking towards me. She recognised me, I raised my hand in greeting, she scowled and as she passed me said, "bugger off, you creep." I was again rather startled by her rudeness. She could not logically have associated me with her discomfort of yesterday though, I thought, the connection might dawn following the discomfort she would experience today.
Once more I turned and lent on the railings and stopped time. Linda was already thirty feet from me but that was no problem. She was going nowhere at present and I was in no hurry. I walked up to her. Same trousers, different blouse. Down came the trousers, down came the panties and her pale freckled bottom was once more exposed to the London sky. Down went my hand twice. I fished in my pocket and this time took out two acorns. I spread her legs and repeated yesterday's acorn insertion into her anus. This time, no sooner had the acorn disappeared than I pushed in with a second acorn. Out loud in the silence I said, "Well there you are Linda, buggered yourself!" A further two slaps on her buttocks and I dressed her again and stood her up in position.
Returning to my position I watched the repeat of yesterday's jump, though this time it was accompanied by a yelp causing those around her hurrying to work to stare. Linda stopped, turned, and looked at me. I smiled and waggled my finger. She hurried on with a slightly ungainly walk.
I was not surprised when I did not see her the next morning. I had expected her to choose a different time to walk to work. I was in no hurry to see her again: I was sure she would not want to see me. That is not to say I was unprepared if I did meet her as I was well supplied with acorns. I also had some oil with me, which would aid their insertion.
The next day I again did not meet her on the way to work but going home in the evening I did come upon her unexpectedly on the Tube. She and her friend got into the same car I was travelling in. She spotted me instantly.
"It's that bastard I told you about, Kim, he's following me."
"Leave her alone!" said her friend loudly.
"I'm sorry but I was here first," I explained reasonably but by then a lot of people were looking at me and, embarrassed, I got off at the next stop. I sat down on the seat opposite the car door and stopped time. I was livid. I stepped back into the car and up to Linda. Given the number of people around her it was not too easy to deal with her bottom. Luckily this time she had a skirt on so I was able to pull this up around her waist and drop her panties. I bent her over carefully avoiding knocking her into the people around her. Down came my hand several times making her bottom quite red and my hand quite sore. I reached into my pocket for more acorns. Exposing her wrinkled hole I applied the oil I had brought with me to her anus and ran my finger around lubricating the hole readying it. The acorns slipped in much easier. I only had to press lightly and the first one was gone, then another and then a third. I looked around at the silent tube car, and pushed a fourth gently into her bottom and watched it disappear. I wondered how many more could I insert? But perhaps not at that moment.
I dressed Linda and put her back in place. I looked at her friend Kim and thought of chastising her but a busy tube train was not really conducive to this so, instead, I returned to sit on my seat on the platform and re-started time once more. Linda let out a cry of shock and pain and stared at me as the doors closed. As on the bridge I wagged my finger at her in disapproval as the train sped into the tunnel.
