“Naughty Little Bitch” a story from a different perspective.

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It’s been a while since I have done anything creative. 
 

My friend challenged me to write something out of the norm for me and write from a female perspective. 
 

Let me know your thoughts. 
 

“Naughty Little Bitch” 
 

It was a warm Sunday afternoon in March. Maria tugged on Moses leash pulling her back in the direction of the park.  

 

She had asked for puppy for her 26th birthday. She was still going to university for theology and needed something besides “the good book” to keep her company. 

 

The name “Moses” was her way of being rebellious, her parents said it was blasphemous. She loved it and more so loved the reaction she got when she ran into her family’s friends after church. She smiled, remembering the look Mr Berge gave her, tsk-tsking and shaking his head when she called Moses to come.  

 

Her parents were devout, her life was controlled, her freedom and expression stifled, so any form of rebellion and break from religion, was welcomed and embraced. 

 

She picked up her pace and followed Moses quickly down the park path towards the water and ducks. She held the leash tightly and pulled it back towards her. Moses liked to run, she did not. She was what her mother called top heavy and girls like that don’t run. 

 

She adjusted herself, within her enormous black hoody embarrassed how her breasts moved inside her bra, even at her current speed. She was slim and fit from the chest down. Her older sister got the high IQ and she got the high DD.

 

Her favourite bench was empty and she made a beeline for it. She reached the bench and quickly looked around. She was alone - perfect. She put Moses on the long line and tied her to the side of the bench. She was close enough to the ducks and water to be entertained and far enough from the ducks and water not to get into trouble. 

 

She opened her tablet, scrolling deep into her hidden folder and punched in her login and password for the site. Within moments she was back into the story and enjoying the effect the content was having on her body. 

Off in the distance and back in the realm of reality she head Moses barking at the ducks. Undaunted, her eyes moved over the words, faster and faster, her heart beat raced faster and faster, her breathing increased faster and faster…..

“You’re a naughty girl aren’t you”  the words struck her like a slap,  slamming her instantly back to reality. She say  upright, red faced and embarrassed no longer hunched over her tablet. How could they see the words she was reading, how did they know. In an instant she imagined her whole world collapsing due to rumours and shame. 

He was a monster of a man. Towering over her, the bench, bushes and her tiny little dog. He was well dressed, very fit and quite handsome despite his age. He smiled looked down at her, the tiny excited dog and then his light brown khaki pants. They were cover in tiny black paw prints. 

“You’re a naughty girl” he said pointing towards them she wasn’t sure if he meant her, or Moses, who was now up on the bench comfortably beside her. His accent was strong and European. Deep and very commanding. 

She felt herself struggling, trying to find the words to apologize but all she could focus on was his deep authoritative voice and the last sentence repeating in her head. “You’re a naughty girl”. Her life had been full of guilt, scolding, discipline rules and ridicule but his words effected her in a far different way that those  thousands words chastisement ever had. 

“ What is name” his words were strong and deep. His voice rugged and demanding. She looked at his massive hands and the tattoos along his forearms as he pointed down towards them as they huddle together on the bench. 

Her brain stumbled as she fought to find the words and finally after a few uncomfortable moments she blurred out the word “Moses”.

His face lit up and his arms spread wide, and like a giant would laugh he spoke words in a language that was unknown to her. He stepped forward towards her and she swore she felt the ground shake. 

“Moses, is boys name” 

Hearing her name and obviously undaunted by his demeanour she darted straight from the bench jumping up towards him. 

She watched in amazement as an arm the size of a tree, and hand the size of a baseball glove moved through the air and caught her dog mid-flight. Turning her up to face him laughing loud and joyously. 

He spoke to her dog, looking directly at her“ You are not boy, you are naughty little bitch”. 

She felt her face turn red, if words had the the ability to manifest and touch, he would have seen that his words touched her in places far too intimate to be discussed. She felt her face warming turning a crimson red. 

“Yes” she answered back, slowly nodding in agreement.  The second she spoke she felt her body react strangely. The ability to react, to respond so normally to words so harsh and vulgar pleased her. 

He plopped Moses down on the bench beside her and extended his hand. She felt her hand disappear into his, his warm rugged skin felt nice to the touch. She knew that manners dictated that she stand up to engage him, but equally, she felt comfortable just sitting and looking up at him. Her reaction, even to herself seamed strange. 

“Fedor” he said his face lighting up again. 

“Maria” she responded blushing again, realizing she was still firmly clasping his massive hand. 

“Maija” he responded in a deep     whispered tone.  “Pretty, It nice meet you”  She beamed back at him. She wasn’t sure if he meant her name or she herself who was ‘pretty’, but she really didn’t care. He then opened his grip releasing her hand and immediately she felt strangely sad. That connection to that massive hand and to that massive man even for a brief few moments, made her feel like nothing in the world could hurt her. 

Her phone rang inside her hoodie pocket surprising them both. The outside world had caught her and was pulling her back to a far less happy place. She looked at the number, it was a her mother. With her father being unwell,  she had to answer the call. 

Her mother explained how her father had promised to help pastor Lloyd moving some old bibles from the church but with in his current condition he shouldn’t be lifting anything and she had promised Maria’s help instead. She was about to protest but the line had already gone dead. It wasn’t a request for a favour, it was simply another ultimatum, in which she had no say. 

“I will”…… she paused searching for an explanation on why she had to go and why she couldn’t stay. He hadn’t moved and she knew he had overheard the conversation. 

She wanted to stay and that’s what she would do, she was never late, she would be this time though. Moses was always getting into trouble and she could use the new puppy as an excuse for her tardiness. 

It was like he could tell she was struggling internally and cut her off before she could utter another word. 

“ You will be good girl, be good girl and do as told”. 

She knew he was right and simply looked down at the ground and nodded. She slid he feet off the bench and stood up. She looked up at him. She was a tall girl nearly 5’8 and he towered over her. He gestured with his head, towards her path back home.

Lately she would get quite argumentative when she was instructed to do something she didn’t want to do. 

“You are becoming so argumentative and Hod can see that” her mother would say. 

Though,  she felt that arguing with him would simply displease him and that moment in time, it was the last thing she wanted to do. 

Moments later Moses was pulling her briskly back up the hill towards home. She kept playing the words of there their strange meeting and conversation over and over again in her mind. The words he spoke, the way he smiled at her. It wasn’t creepy or weird, yes he was intimidating, but she never once felt scared or worried about what he could do, or would do. It was like she had swallowed a bowl full of butterflies. 

The devil himself could have walked out of those woods and she wouldn’t have been afraid because “Fedor” looked like he would give any man, mortal or otherwise a good run for their money. 

“ You are naughty little bitch” it was like his words were permanently imprinted inside her head. That same sentence playing over and over, her lips silently mimicked the words. 

Five words. Five simple words that had more of an effect on her body that the any steamy paragraph of her internet stories ever had had. She picked up her pace and and lengthened her stride, her leggings stretched and pulled against her skin and teased the now warm area between thighs. She bit her lower lip between her teeth reveling in how incredibly naughty she felt. 

She was about 1/2 way up the path before she realized that all she knew was his name. She sat at that bench 100 times and never seen him. Nor had she had never seen him in town or at the church.  

She turned quickly to catch him, call back out to him, find out more about who he was. 

The park was empty. That was impossible, she had walked to the closest exit at a very brisk pace, the other two exits were three times the distance. He had vanished. He appeared and disappeared without her seeing anything. 

She suddenly felt very sad, she wasn’t sure why, he was simply a radon stranger. Though the darkness did come, it was a darkness that came over her periodically and this time it was very strong. She called down to Moses and picked up her pace. She was now in a rush to get to the sanctity of church and see those familiar faces. 

The clouds had suddenly darkened and she felt periodic drops fall upon her like tears from the sky. She pulled her hood up over her head and trudged towards the church as the trickle tuned into a downpour. She mumbled to herself about life and its unfairness, how God himself today was punishing her. Perhaps he could perceive the wickedness of her thoughts and feel the warmth between her thighs, perhaps this was his almighty way of chastising her and cooling her down. 

It took another 5 minutes to reach the church parking lot and by that point she was thoroughly soaked. The giant hoodie weighed 30 pounds and stuck to her like a massive black, waterlogged, thick second skin. This is your atonement, this is what you get for being a naughty little bitch she thought and giggled out loud. 

She rounded the corner from the street and entered the back parking lot. She could see her fathers vehicle, pastor Lloyds work fan. Tucked behind them at the entrance way was a very expensive looking sports car. That must be the rich donor who provided the funds for the new church roof. She would make a point of thanking him, when they were introduced. She noticed they were still in the vehicle and alerted her route. 

She walked towards the blackish silver looking car, it was “European” but she new very little about cars. It was gorgeous though and screamed wealth. It was completely out of place for this neighbourhood and especially a rural costal town were only half the roads were paved. 

She wondered why the owner had parked so far from the door. The entire lot was empty.  Maybe they didn’t want people parking next to their car and dinting it, but come on, this was a bit extreme. 

She walked further across the lot to get a better look at the nearly died when she read the plates. 

In big red bold letters “FEDOR”.

She dashed towards his car making a beeline for the drivers door, this time with Moses in tow instead of leading the parade. He was just winding down the window as she arrived. 

He made a gesture with his massive hands, palms facing upwards as if he was about to catch something. Then shrugged, his body language saying - what was I to do. 

He smiled “ I google it” he pointed to the screen inside the car.  “ How many churches can be anyway”.

She smiled back and began to squat down beside the car to be closer to him. At the same moment Moses saw something across the lot and bolted pulling her off balance. In her head she envisioned her self crashing into his car door. The ambulance coming, her embarrassment and another public spectacle. 

Though before her body barely moved his hands shot out catching her fall and holding her in place. His massive hands gripping her partially under her breasts and partially around her ribs, holding her in place. 

He held her until she regained her footing and then for a few more delicious seconds, before releasing his grip. She yanked the leash bringing Moses back towards her, scolding the dog. 

“Naughty bitch” she said in her best commanding voice, enjoying, the sound of her words and how they made here feel. She never felt the urge to curse before, thought it wasn’t a curse, Moses was a bitch, regardless, she felt naughty and rebellious when she said it. 

He draped his left arm along the window ledge and showed her the open palm of his right hand which was now wet from her clothing. 

“ You are very wet girl”

You have no idea she thought and caught herself smiling. 

She eased herself forward, more gracefully this time squatting down beside his car and hiding herself from site. Her breasts touched his arm ever so lightly and when he didn’t move it from under the wet fabric of her hoodie she slowly applied a little more weight. He just looked back at her smiling. 

She adjusted herself, now fully pushing the weight of her ample perky breast against his arm and felt her legs slightly tremble. She was a monster when it came to doing squats at the gym, so it wasn’t her body weight, this was something completely new and different. 

It wasn’t like she was new to feeling sexual attraction, she was in her mid 20’s and certainly had dated. Though her actions with any boy through the church were chaperoned and monitored, and heaven forbid she be the least bit aroused about anyone before marriage. 

He spoke,  breaking their silence.

“I am in town six months” he paused. She could see he was searching for words. 

“Business, then I go. I go walk every Sunday on day off, need head to clear. Today, be nice cause I meet you, and little naughty bitch” He gestured with his free hand towards Moses. 

At the words “ naughty bitch” she noticeably exhaled and automatically pushed her chest hard against his arm. 

He smiled and continued. “ I used to train dog, military, I come Sunday and train you …. You like” He paused again. 

“Yes” she whispered, immediately turning red. Her response came out far differently than how she intended.  Her response sounded like if he were to ask “ Do you like my big fingers deep inside your pussy like this” ….

“ Good girl” he smiled.  “I will come see you after church Sunday. “ I teach you things ,you teach to Moses, I think both need some help and little bit discipline” 

“Yes “ this time she responded the same way, but meant it. He flexed his arm and the muscles of his forearm pushed against her breasts. Then he looked at her, into her, a solemn and unblinking stare. He held her eyes, she felt intimidated, frighten, and yet she didn’t look away. He looked at her like someone who knew her, who knew her secrets, who knew about her hidden app and erotic stories, he looked deep into her eyes and knew just exactly how deliciously wet she was. She swallowed hard.

He whispered something to her in a language that was unknown to her, and then ever so slightly nodded his head. 

“ I must go” he said. “I make calls before too late”. We meet Sunday….. okay?” 

She stood up and looked down at him and nodded. 

He reached from the car grasping her free hand in his and squeezed it. “Good girl”

He released her hand,slid up the window and slowly drove away. 

She exhaled and turned making her way back to the house of God , wondering if she would be struck down by lightning before she even reached on the old stone steps. 
 

Thanks for the read. Your feedback is certainly welcome.

 

Drew.