Anna(B)

(First part borrowed word for word from Mali)

I had to wait only a short time until the front door opens. In the door stands a tall and very athletic girl with long black hair. The girl is at least 1.80m tall, which makes her not exactly small breasts are exactly at my eye level. Astonished, the girl looks down at me and kindly asks, "Can I help you?" I respond with a counter question, "Are you Anna?" She responds with a curt yes. Now I ask further, "Are your parents also at home?" Anna replies, "No, I'm here alone."

Actually, I wanted to talk Anna and her parents into conscience. I thought about it for a moment and then decided to try it alone with Anna first. So I explained to the girl, "I'm Emilia's mother and I think the two of us should have a talk." Now I already counted on Anna slamming the door in my face again, but far from it! Instead, the girl nods at me and kindly invites me inside. She leads me into a large and beautifully furnished living room.

Even before we sit down on the sofa Anna asks curiously, "Well what do you want to talk to me about?" To which I reply seriously, "I think you can guess! Mia came home crying today and then tearfully told me what you had done to her. You pulled up her shirt and bra in front of the whole class!" From one moment to the next, Anna suddenly drops her friendly facade and shows me her true face!

With a cheeky grin Anna says: "Well, to talk about Mia's breasts is really a bit exaggerated! And from the looks of it, you don't have the slightest problem showing everyone your non-existent tits. You're practically Hello Titty Senior!" Anna laughs wickedly at me, pointing at my white top. Only when I look down at me I realize that I'm not wearing a bra and you can see my nipples very clearly.

Suddenly the blush rises in my face and I defend myself defiantly: "It's really none of your business what kind of clothes I wear! But what did I expect, if I try to talk to such a spoiled brat like you like an adult. I'd better go now and try again tomorrow with your parents and the principal! I'll make sure you never come near my daughter again!" Then I turn around and want to leave the house again.

Suddenly I feel a sharp pain on my head. Anna has grabbed my blond braid and holds me hard to it. Loudly I cry out in pain, while Anna pulls me further to her. Annoyed Anna explains to me now: "You don't seriously believe that I let myself be made ready by a slut who was too stupid to use contraception properly! When I'm done with you, you won't want to talk to anyone else!"

Anna pulls up on the braid and lifts, and I stand up. She then forces me face down on the floor and rubs my face in the carpet. "You a rug muncher?" she asks.

The carpet is a bit dusty and I start to sneeze. I don't want to open my mouth. I just struggle.

Anna legs go of my braid, but before I can get free, she spins around and sits on my back with her butt up against the nape of my neck. She reaches down and grabs the waistband of my panties and yanks them up as hard as she can.

"OWWW! STOP!" I scream now that I can lift my face off the carpet.

"Nice boring yellow granny panties, bitch," says Anna as she yanks hard again.

Here I am a 35 year old woman getting wedgied by an 18 year old brat. The pain of the fabric waedged in my crotch and ass crack is intense and then she starts spanking me with both hands- one on each cheek.

"STOP! PLEASSSE!" I cry, but she just laughs and keeps spanking me. I feel like a 13 year old wimp being picked on at summer camp by the bully. The spanks keep raining down on my ass.