A bit of background about myself - my name is Charles and I'm nineteen. I am reasonably good-looking, quite intelligent, personable and friendly. I'm not the most popular guy in town but neither am I without friends. I guess you could call me an average sort of guy.
With one small exception. No, I'm not talking about my cock. I'm talking about my general stature. I am what might be called on the short and slender side of average. Well over on the short and slender side, I guess. I would have to admit that I'm probably the shortest man in the school, and I'm not excluding the grades lower than mine. I was born a shrimp and have remained a shrimp.
Not, I might point out, that it annoys me or gets me down. I am what I am and that's all there is to it. I'm quite good at sports, being very agile but, as you may have heard, a good big man will beat a good small man, so I'm not actually on any of the teams. Good thing, too. I tried out for football and nearly gave the coach a heart attack when I got cleaned up in the first five minutes. And that was just a friendly try-out. Imagine being ploughed under by some oaf three times my size in a real match.
Still, like I said, I'm personable and friendly, and that goes a long way, especially when chatting up women. I have had my successes there. I've had my failures, too, but don't we all? Sex-wise, I get my share, or even a little more than my share, because the bigger guys are out training. Oddly enough, my small stature doesn't seem to have affected the size of my cock. It's actually slightly on the plus side of average (only slightly, but a plus is a plus) but in comparison to my slight stature it gives the illusion of being a lot bigger than it is, which seems to please the ladies.
I have, over the years, taken a bit of teasing, some nice and some nasty, regarding my size or lack there-of. The nice I react to by stirring up the teaser. The nasty I tend to ignore, just avoiding that person where practicable. Still, it does sting at times, especially when the taunting is uncalled for.
Now I've told you that about myself to give you an idea of where I'm coming from when I tell you about this little incident. It was a Saturday afternoon and I'd gone for a hike in the woods near our town. After hiking for an hour or so I was feeling rather warm, it being a hot day, and I thought I'd swing past this nice secluded pool I knew of and do a little bit of paddling. Just get my feet wet and let the water cool me a little. That was all I intended, I swear.
Now, unless you knew where this pool was it was highly unlikely that you'd find it by chance. My father had shown me how to get to it one day, suggesting I keep silent about it as it was also a good fishing spot. So I had. As far as I was concerned it was my own private spot. Accordingly, I was a little surprised to find that there was someone already in the pool.
I noticed a couple of interesting facts immediately. The person floating on their back in my private pool was female and she was skinny dipping. The angle she was on, I couldn't quite see her face, probably because I was too distracted by the things that I could see. I gave a low whistle to let my new friend know she had company.
There was some very energetic thrashing about and splashing as the young lady came to her feet and turned to see where the whistling was coming from. With her current lack of attire, she might have been better off submerging, because when she stood up the water only came to her knees, leaving a lot of interesting scenery on display.
Also on display was the red face of Cheryl, a cheerleader that I know. Unfortunately, when I say know I don't mean that in the biblical sense. I'd made the mistake once of asking Cheryl out, only to be told she doesn't date children. A bit rich as she knew damn well I was older than her. Only a couple of months older, but still.
Remember my comment about nasty teasing? That was Cheryl, where I was concerned. She tends to make pointed comments on my lack of height, talking about when I grow up, nick-names me Tiny Tim as Charles is too big a name for me, always has a dig ready.
So I was in the odd state of being disconcerted to find my bete noir skinny dipping and delighted to have her at such a disadvantage. I started undoing my shirt, smirking at her, letting her see I was looking her over.
"Get the hell out of here, you disgusting little pervert," she shrieked at me.
"Hi, Cheryl," I replied. "Great minds think alike. I was just thinking what a good idea it would be to have a cooling swim and here you are with the same idea."
"What!? Don't you dare get undressed. You just get the hell away from here. How dare you follow me up here?"
"Don't be stupid, sweetheart," I said, laughing at her. (Much to her fury.) "If I'd followed you up here I'd have made my appearance while you were still on shore. That way I wouldn't have to chase you around the pool."
I could see sudden comprehension hit her. She was naked and alone with a man who she had frequently offended. Not only that, I was busy stripping while looking her over as I did so.
"You wouldn't dare touch me," she gasped.
"You wouldn't dare tell anyone that 'Tiny Tim' molested you," I taunted. "You'd never live it down."
Her eyes went wide as I dropped my trousers.
"Fuck you," she seethed. "I'm leaving."
She came charging out of the water, heading for her clothes, which meant she had to pass me. I caught her arm as she tried to pass me, pulling her up against me. She was actually slightly taller than me and I think my slightness fooled her as to my strength. I am a lot stronger than I look.
Her eyes opened wide when I pulled her against me and she could feel my erection pressing against her bare tummy.
"So what do you think of Tiny Tim's Wee Willy?" I asked.
She said something rude and tried to hit me. Only tried. I caught her arm quite easily, overcoming her increasingly desperate struggles with an insulting ease. She was looking frantic and hunted when she finally stopped wriggling about.
"You rape me and my brother will kill you," she stated, although she sounded dreadfully unsure of herself.
"Rape you? How crass," I said softly. "You have a high opinion of your fleshy delights, don't you?"
Not bad. She looked both relieved and annoyed. Sort of, how dare I not want to rape her?
"Well," she finally decided to ask, "why are you holding me?"
"I was wondering when you'd ask me that. If you cast your mind back I'm sure you'll think of numerous occasions where you have been gratuitously rude to me. I've always had to just smile and take it. Now, however, you're in a position to take a little of what you so freely dish out. I'm unlikely to get another chance to be alone with you and your delectable body in such an interesting lack of clothing, so I thought I'd take advantage of it to punish you for past misbehaviour and probably future rudeness. I'm going to spank you."
"What?" She sounded as though she didn't believe what she'd just heard.
"Spank you, I said. You know, where I put you across my knee and paddle your pretty little bottom with my little hand. Aren't you lucky that I'm such a small man? I don't have really large hands so that should make it easier for you."
"Do you really think I'm going to bend over your knee and let you spank me?" she asked, clearly incredulous that I would consider that she'd do that for even one moment.
I laughed.
"Do you seriously think you can stop me putting you across my knee and spanking your bottom?" I returned. "Let's see which of us is correct."
I sank down onto the ground, pulling Cheryl with me. I wound up sitting with her across my knee, wriggling hard and trying to pull away. Her wriggling stopped abruptly when I pointed out that she was rubbing herself against Wee Willy. She froze at that point, horribly aware of what was rubbing against her side.
