“Take what you want from other people, Terry, before they take it from you” that was my Dad’s motto. He always used to tell me that when he wasn’t in jail for burglary. An honest profession he always said although the Judge was too dumb to see that. I was always shorter than the other boys my age but made up for it with pure aggression. Anyone who says ‘short man’s syndrome’ gets a fist in the face. I’ve got through school by being a nasty little bastard. If I want something I’ll take it and I don’t care who I hurt if they get in my way, whether it’s that woose Bobby Priest, a girl or a teacher.

The park was close to the school on the edge of town and used by many to walk home, which made it perfect for ambushing kids and kicking their teeth in for no good reason than looking at me funny or if I just didn’t like the look of them. The council had built a skateboard area sited well away from houses so as not to be a nuisance in a well secluded area. That was my destination on this sunny Summer’s evening after school as I cycled on a bicycle too small for me which was low to the ground and uncomfortable to ride. All the lads rode them so I did too. Besides I looked cool and anyway I stole it from a little kid so who gives a monkeys? The skateboarders had long gone, scared away by me and the lads. This was our hangout now. As I waited for them to turn up I took out my soap bar and cut off a piece of resin into a cola bottle and lit up. Soon the sweet cloying smell began to fill the tunnel beneath one of the quarter pipes in which I sat. I took a deep drag not worried about the Police. If they turned up I would just jump on my bike shouting ‘Catch me if you can’ as I sped away leaving them huffing and puffing far behind.

Suddenly I hear the crunch of gravel and silently thanked the council for including an early warning system without realising it. Nervously my hands hover over my gear in case I need to make a run for it. My breathing and heartbeat sounded over-loud in my ears as I struggled to make out whether this was friend or threat. Immediately I know that it’s not one of the lads as it sounds strangely like somebody wearing high heels. Policewomen don’t wear high-heels do they? Maybe it’s a mum bringing her bratty kid to try out his new skateboard on my patch. Well I’ll soon see them off. I cautiously get up out of the tunnel to take a look. To my surprise I see a willowy mature woman with blonde hair so pale it is practically white. Creases and lines mark a thin severe looking face that seemed haughty and sophisticated yet surprisingly she wore an eye-catching black leather dress that flows down to below her knees. At the front of the dress at the hem there is a long slit in the hem pointing vertically up above the knee from which a golden zip extends vertically to a wide black belt cinched around her slim waist. If the sight of a long sexy black leather dress wasn’t enough, beneath the hem is a pair of black skin tight leather boots with sharp pointed toes and amazing 6 inch stiletto heels. The old crone looks at me as if I was something she just scraped off her sole. Probably only 5 foot 6 without her heels, with her really slim build she seemed much taller. There is something very sexy about a woman wearing a leather dress out in public exuding great confidence as it shimmers and reflects the light in a very exciting manner that just goes straight for man’s groin. The way it just clung tightly to this woman’s slender hips and stretched tightly between her long slender thighs caused my loins to stir. The soft leather boots with the stiletto heels just added to the image of a woman signalling “bang me. I’m begging for it”.

My eyes wandered up past her waist taking in a scarlet silk blouse shimmering with silky sensuous softness and unbuttoned quite low over the forward thrusting double slopes of a nice sized rack. You would expect that a woman who wore such blatantly sexy clothes to be a real hotty, instead glaring back at me was the sharp angular features of a very stern-looking woman with long wild unkempt hair brushed back from a high forehead. The almost-white cascade fell down her back past narrow shoulders. The face was small, narrow and long with slender grey eyes under thin arched pale eyebrows. The eyelids were shaded a shocking blue and the lashes thickened with black mascara. A large curving prominent nose dominated her face above a wide thick-lipped mouth red with lipstick. Deep crease lines ran from the corners of her nostrils outlining the edge of her high cheekbones and the vertical groove between the base of her nose and upper lip. There were also lines running off from the corners of her mouth which added to the aged appearance. Her chin was shallow, slightly jutting with a deep dimple. All in all her face was hardly attractive nor completely repulsive but confidently wearing those kinky clothes certain caught the eye.

She stopped and stood glaring at me with her hands upon her hips. “Is this him?” a cracked low voice says as she stares at me with open disdain. There was an air of snootiness that marked her out as coming from the posher part of town and not the housing association estates. That’s when I become aware of someone hiding behind the whip-like woman as she peers around to take a look. “Sally Forbes!” I exclaimed recognising the tall scrawny girl from school. Tall for her age, she must have been nearly 6 foot with a long lean boyish figure and small breasts. With her glasses and tousled mousey brown hair tied up behind her head, she was plain and boring. With small grey eyes, a prominent nose, wide mouth with thick lips I could see the resemblance to the older woman. Her bookish attitude, nice girl prim and proper behaviour and top of the class marks singled her out to be put in her place on a near-constant basis. Tall miss goody two shoes was still in her school uniform, the stupid cow.

“Push off Forbes and take your granny with you” I growled. “Mother actually you retarded evil stump of a boy”. There was something about the woman’s low gravelly voice that was exciting. “Mother?!” I exclaimed for the old crone looked far too old to be her mum. “That’s correct you little toe-rag” she looked down at me literally and in a snobbish manner “I had my career at the Royal Ballet School and decided to delay having children until I was in a comfortable financial position to take the time out to raise them properly”. I couldn’t stop my eyes from running over her kinky leather dress and silky blouse without thinking PHROAR!. I was shocked to realise that the skinny old crone looked really good and sexy in those clothes. “He’s the one, Mum” the timid mouse said, barely audible. “He threw my art assignment in the canal. I’d been working on that all term and he’s ruined it” I smirked at her nearly in tears. “Pile of crap anyway” I sneered “I was doing you a favour”.

“Well let me do you a favour in return” the leather skirted woman said. With a sly smirk and a cold stare from her grey eyes, she pulled out a mobile phone and raised it pointing the back in my direction. I heard the digital shutter as she took a photo. “Oi!” I shrieked “What are you doing?”. Her smirk widened pushing up her cheeks causing more lines to form. “Cannabis resin, smoking jar. A dumb way to smoke it by the way but if you want to kill yourself, go ahead” she tilted her head slightly to one side studying me with narrow piercing eyes atop a large curved nose. A predatory smile appeared. “I’m sure that the Police will find that photograph very interesting. Especially as we can also give them give them your name”. With my blood boiling, I went ballistic. “Give me that effing phone now you old bitch” I yelled. The stern-faced woman openly laughed. “Oh look Sally. The little runt is having a paddy attack”. Geeky Sally couldn’t suppress a smile. “You effing bitch! What did you call me?” I yelled. Still laughing Mrs. Forbes turned her back on me. “Come on Sally, a visit to the Police Station is in order” she announced smugly then began walking away. I ran up behind and tried to snatch the phone. “Give me that you bitch” I cried making use of a long low wall used by the skate boarders to jump up and grab her by the neck with one arm to drag her back while trying to snatch the phone with the other. Immediately the lean lanky woman turned her head to the right towards the inside of my elbow. I saw the long leather dress rise up in front of her as she lifted a knee while at the same time she curiously raised her forearm then opened her palm by straightening her fingers.

What happened next was the last sound that I ever wanted to hear from a victim. “Hai!” the sudden shout nearly made me jump out of my skin as her right arm stiffly raced back towards my legs with her fingers held rigidly straight. WHUMP! The edge of her hand chopped my balls square on. “Waaoorrrrrragh!” I cried as her hand continued to rise forcing me onto my toes. It felt as if someone had just swung a mallet into my groin and I was in shocked agony. As her hand swung forwards I returned to my feet with a whimper. “Huh!” her raised knee dropped in the blink of an eye sending the stiletto heel and sole of her boot slamming back against my knee. BLAM! “Arrghh!” I cried as my leg jerked backwards feeling as if my kneecap had nearly snapped out of position. My arm was now hanging loose around her neck enabling the old crone to step out, whip her nearside fist across her chest then swing it back fast into my groin. “Yai!” WHUMP! her hand was open like a claw as it slammed into my groin. Upon impact stiff steely fingers clamped shut around my nuts and squeezed as tight as a vice. “OOOoooooo!” dear God! I was going frantic trying to prise her hands away while quickly lifting and stamping my feet in a dance of extreme mind-splitting agony. “Arghhh arghhhhh noooooo!” I screamed as her steel-like grip tugged and twisted my nuts. “Eeeee eeee!” shrieking in excruciating pain with my eyes watering while still doing my rapid dance of agony.

“Bah!” still holding my nuts with one hand her other arm jerked back very rapidly driving her elbow hard into my gut like a piston engine. WHUMP! NnnnnurrWorrrrrphh!” I wailed as my breath was violently driven out replaced by painful winded cramp. My whole body jerked with the force of the impact. “Dah!” a split-second later I stared in disbelief as her elbow rushed backwards angled high towards my face. WAPLAT! It struck right across my lower face squashing my nose and starting a nose bleed. Free of her cruel grip on my cojones, I creased forwards with my hands to my nose to see if anything was broken. Out of the corner of my eye I saw the old witch’s legs clad in a leather dress standing by my side. “Hai!” I jumped in fright only to feel both her elbows slam into my spine like two sledgehammers. BLAM! “Arrrrrnnnnghhh!” I wailed with what little breath I had left then fell to my hands and feet in front of the pale-haired lady’s feet. A bare second later she bent back her right leg then sent it hurtling towards my side. “Yah!” WHUMP! “Arghh!” the sharp toe of her boot drove deep like a knitting needle hammered into my body.

The cruel bitch kicked me over onto my back then stood over me with her hands upon her slim hips placing one foot on my chest with the stiletto heel biting the skin through my T-shirt. What the hell had just happened? I couldn’t believe I just got my arse kicked by Sally’s old mother!. I must admit looking up from the ground at the willowy woman in those boots, long leather dress and silky blouse with a smug look upon her stern face, I had an overwhelming feeling that she was magnificent, powerful and superior. I quickly brushed that silly notion from my mind. “Sally, you saw how this runt of a boy attacked me, didn’t you?” “Yes mother” “And you saw how I was forced to robustly defend myself?” “Yes mother” “Remember to include that in your statement to the Police” “F ... ff ... furrr ... fecking bitch!” I gasped fighting the terrible cramps in my gut and trying to ignore the dreadful ache in my balls.

Mrs. Forbes’ eyes narrowed and tightened with her grey eyes turning even harder. With her foot still on my chest she leant forward, never taking her cold eyes off me as mine slipped to her hanging rack. “Well you are horrid little runt aren’t you? A nasty bully that needs to be taught the proper respect towards his fellow humans” she said in harsh tones. I wasn’t going to let this snooty-nosed bitch get the upper hand like this and began to push away her foot only for that stiletto heel to dig in hard leaving me yelping in pain. Giving me an arrogant stare down her prominent long nose with her wide mouth set in a superior smirk she reached down with her long slim arms to the front of the hem of her sexy leather dress. I watched the contents of her blouse wobbling as it hung above me until a sudden unzipping noise drew my attention. With her hands upon the zipper at the top of the long narrow triangular slit rising from the hem, she stood up straight pulling it up the centre of her dress all the way to the wide black belt at her slim waist.

I watched in voyeuristic fascination as the side panels of her dress fall away from the centre revealing to my amazement that the high-heeled leather boots that the old woman wore were in fact thigh-boots. PHROAR! I had to admit that they looked very good on her too. Between the top of the boots and the belt rose an expanse of sheer black nylon covering what looked like a great pair of thighs and led to a pair of black panties cut very high on the hip over which that sexy expanse of sheer black nylon continued, hugging a nicely round hip to her waist. PHROAR! Indeed. I felt my aching dick began to get very stiff at the sight of this sexily dressed old woman. Mrs. Forbes was dressed like an elegant kinky severe old-fashioned school-mistress and very sexy she looked too. “Beautiful aren’t they?” the severe narrow-faced said noting my appreciative gaze. “Top designer Italian leather thigh-boots of the highest quality custom measured and fitted by Madame Virginie of Paris with steel reinforced stiletto heels and top pieces” she said with a wide smirk and a twinkle in her eyes. “Do you know what that means, runt?” her voice almost became a seductive purr while her face became more smouldering sending bursts of stiffness to my dick. I shook my head, too astounded to speak. “It means that they are perfect for stomping horrible little bullies out of existence”. Before I could begin to absorb that, she spoke again in that low gravelly sexy purr of hers. “Go on, feel them runt. I know that you want to”

BERDOING! If a woman asks me to feel her sexy leather thigh-boots, who am I to argue? I reached out and felt the long slender calves beneath that tightly-moulded soft leather, thoroughly enjoying the chance to feel the legs of a real woman. “Enough!” she commanded in a strict tone after only a few seconds and withdrawing her foot. “Change your bullying ways and you might yet live to enjoy the pleasures of a real honourable and respectable woman. Continue to annoy my Sally and I will destroy you. Do you understand?” With a knowing smirk she turned on her heels and began to walk away with her daughter who was smirking at me. I watched wistfully as those high-heeled boots carry the old woman’s whiplash slender body away from me. I loved the way the light played across the back of her long leather dress swishing and moving with every motion of her long lean body. Suddenly I came to my senses, quickly becoming angry that the old witch had defeated me with a few simple tricks in mere seconds. I was also angry with myself for not standing up and giving the old bird a right slapping for daring to fight back. I don’t really know how she reacted so fast like BAM BAM BAM Game over but that wasn’t how an obviously classy woman like her was supposed to behave. I didn’t often hit girls but in her case I would be happy to make an exception.