Modern Pop Music

Modern pop music. The sort of homogenised, mass-produced, unimaginative stuff kids love these days. You don’t hate it as much as some people but it does make it hard to concentrate, especially since whoever is playing it seems to have decided the need to do so at a volume that shares it with entire the neighbourhood.

It doesn’t take long for you to find the source, you neighbours yard. You look over the fence and see their 18 year old daughter Christie lying by the pool, her golden hair shining in the sun, wearing nothing but a pair of bikini pants allowing you an excellent view of her firm young breasts. Obviously her parents aren’t home since there is no way in Hell that such straight-laced, anal-retentive, Bible-bashers would allow any of this.

Before she can notice you watching her you return to your study and pick up The Pen. As the pop music blares you write: “Christie’s parents trust me to discipline her whenever she breaks their rules. She accepts any punishment I give her.”

You then go back to the fence and look over it at her. You concentrate on increasing her sexual arousal and watch as she slide her right hand between her legs and begin to massage her mound.. She doesn’t get very far, however, before she sees you observing her.

She quickly moves her hand from between her legs, covers her breasts with her arm and turns off the music. “Mr. Doe” she says looking surprised and embarrassed “I … I didn’t realise you’d be home. I thought you would have left with your family. I … I’m sorry. Was I disturbing you?” She is blushing furiously and avoiding eye contact.

“Yes” you say firmly “Your music was disturbing me which is why I came out to find out what was happening and found you … like this. What do you think your parents would say I they knew?”

“You’re not going to tell them are you?” she asks, looking frightened

“That depends on you.” you say “As you know your parents have given me permission to discipline you when you step out of line so you can either accept my punishments or …”

“I will” she says desperately “I’ll accept whatever you decide Mr. Doe just don’t tell my parents.”

“O.k” you say “I’m coming over there.”…