A stroll

I left Cora's front door wide open and went back home. I felt wonderful. I felt powerful. It was a rush I had never felt before. I grabbed my old high school backpack from my closet and filled it with a roll of duct tape, a pair of scissors, and a black Sharpie. I put the backpack on and headed out.

I walked down the sidewalk, and to my luck, I saw a pretty young woman jogging down the sidewalk on the opposite side of the street. She had long blonde hair in a pony tail. She was tall with shapely legs. She wore a blue tank top and red athletic shorts. I stopped time.

I walked over to the girl. She looked to be in her late teens or early twenties. She had pretty blue eyes, high cheekbones, and long straight nose. I lifted her up and left her suspended in mid-air. I removed her shorts and panties and then pulled her panties down over her head so the crotch was over her face. I put her shorts in my backpack. I admired her taut ass and slapped it several times before putting her back down. I went across the street and restarted time.

The girl took a few more steps before she stopped and put her hands to her head and felt her panties. I stopped time again. I walked across the street and picked her up. I put her in front of a street lamp. I put her arms around it then duct taped her wrists together. I slapped her ass several more times. I was pretty horny now, but did not want to **** her, just humiliate her. I felt a twinge of shame for humiliating a stranger. Heck she could be a very nice person, but seeing her with her panties over her face and with her taut bare ass on display quickly dispelled any notion of guilt. I took the Sharpie and went to write "Spank me!" across her butt cheeks, but it did not work with time stopped. Apparently, the ink does not flow with time stopped. I shrugged.