Most of the teens who lived in the Burning Tree Mobile Home Park kept to their own area of town- the park, the nearby thrift store, and the well-worn path to the local schools. The area of town called Dogwood Farms with larger homes, and nicely manicured lawns with driveways often blocked by wrought iron gates was across town, and the only time one of the trailer park girls was in this neighborhood was on the odd occasion when a girl was hired to be a babysitter, or perhaps a maid or server for a big party held at one of the large homes in the upper-class neighborhood. The homes of Dogwood Farms were a world away from the tiny trailers lined up in dusty rows at the trailer park.

One of the girls who had been in several Dogwood Farms homes was Kayla Nielson, who was an early bloomer and had been taken there when she was fifteen by her mother to help as a server at several big parties. Kayla could pass for several years older than her actual age, because she was taller at 5’ 8” and already had the blossoming tits and long legs of an older teen. Kayla and her mom, Brenda, had served canapes and champagne flutes to guests, smiling and looking cute in matching tailored maid outfits of a black skirt over a white blouse. With heels, Brenda was about the same height as her older teen daughter, and as they were both blondes, with straight brownish-blonde hair, they looked almost like sisters. Kayla could not help looking in awe at all the well-dressed ladies and handsome older men she saw at the parties. She also noticed the artwork, the silver serving sets, and the ostentatious, sparkling diamond jewelry worn by the ladies that she served. With Kayla’s help, Brenda was able to make a thousand dollars, including tips, at each one of these events. That extra income helped Brenda keep mom and daughters fed and living in their little trailer, after Kayla’s no-good father had left them, and had stopped paying support several years ago.

But by the time Kayla turned seventeen, Brenda was struggling and when her boyfriend moved in and started trying to grab Kayla’s ass and worse, Kayla decided to run away, and live on the streets. She could stay with a friend for a few days, and sometimes she would get a place at the local motel for a few days, often after screwing some traveling salesman, and getting him to pay for a week instead of just a night at the run-down motel. Kayla was also selling some pot and pills and always looking for any way to support herself. She didn’t care much if it was legal, on the edge, or felonious. She had worked an hourly job at the thrift store for a few weeks, but the pay was not enough to rent her a place of her own, and Kayla was not happy working the long hours for low pay. She got excited by the quick payoff of a thousand bucks or more, from selling drugs, her pussy, or whatever else someone was willing to pay for.

Kayla remembered the high-end parties she had worked at and began to think about how she could score enough money to maybe rent a place for six months or so, with one score. She thought that if she could score a nice haul of jewelry, and maybe some silver or gold items, she’d be set for a while. She began planning to burglarize one particular home where she had been a server, where she had “accidentally” seen the contents of the wife’s bedroom, filled with shoes, designer clothes, and a large stand-alone case with enough jewelry to open a shop.

She planned her burglary well and was all set to strike on a night when there was another party planned, at another big estate, where she knew the owners of this house, Norm and Sheila Bronson, would be guests. It was all planned for the Friday night of the big Opera Benefit bash, and Kayla was ready to sneak in, grab enough loot to set her up, and get out, all before the owners returned from the party in the nearby home. She had planned everything, including how to disable the alarm, that she had learned the code for when she had been a server. In order to make herself less visible in the swanky neighborhood, Kayla had put together a lightweight outfit of black cut-off denim shorts, a thin worn-out black t-shirt, all worn with her dirty red Converse sneakers. She had also smeared a thin layer of dirt all over her legs, arms, and over the shiny parts of her face, so she would not reflect any light from the security lights around the house. She carried a black pillowcase she had bought for fifty cents at the thrift store.

She knew right where the alarm shut-off was, and her plan was to knock out a pane from the back door window, reach in and open the door, then quickly disarm the alarm. Then she could easily walk to the bedroom, grab a sack full of jewelry, and get out before anyone even knew she was there.

She’d planned for everything, except for being caught.

As it happened, the man who owned the house had decided at the last moment not to go with his wife to the gala, and he had stayed home reading a book in his bedroom, down the hall from his wife’s room. So when he heard the sound of breaking glass and the door downstairs opening, he was surprised when the alarm didn’t go off, but he was ready when the burglar came toward the bedroom area. He had his Glock 19 in hand, as he opened his door a crack, and watched as the young burglar moved toward his wife’s bedroom. Even in the darkness, he could tell the burglar was a young girl, with a slim body, long legs, and a cute tight ass packed into her cut-offs. She looked dark and dirty, as though she was smeared with dirt- maybe to be less visible. But he noticed her blond hair, which poked out in a short ponytail from under a black ball cap that she wore.

Once she was in his wife’s room, Norm moved silently toward the room following the girl, still listening to see if there was anyone else in the house. Satisfied that she was alone, Norm slowly entered the room dominated by the big king bed with a pink satin bedspread, and stealthily moved up behind the teenager, as she was looking through the contents of his wife’s jewelry chest.

Before she could sense his presence, Norm pushed his Glock into the small of Kayla’s back and told her to freeze or he would shoot her on the spot.

Kayla did freeze, partly from shock, and partly from fear, as she knew exactly what the barrel of a handgun in the small of her back felt like, and what it meant.

“Put your hands in the air, babe,” Norm ordered.

When Kayla raised her arms, Norm pulled one arm behind her back and twisted it slightly to force her to stand with her back arched, and on her toes. He then reached around and put a big arm across her chest, just under her firm tits. From this position of control, he put down his gun and backed up to sit on the edge of the bed. He pulled the girl and told her to lie down over his lap. As she bent to comply, he pushed her face down into the fluffy quilt on his wife’s big bed.

“I’m sorry ... I didn’t mean no harm ... I’m just lookin around, ya know,” Kayla babbled as the stronger man pushed her down.

“Shut up, babe,” Norm ordered, and then yanked her flimsy old, ripped T-shirt up and over her head before she could even react. He grabbed her other arm and tied her hands together behind her back with the old T-shirt, as Kayla began to cry.

“I’m sorry, don’t hurt me, I’ll do anything,” Kayla whined as she lay face down over Norm’s lap on the big bed, her hands now bound behind her.

“Damn right you will,” Norm replied, as the girl whimpered. “I’m going to frisk you, to make sure you got no weapons, or anything else on you.”

“I promise, I don’t have no weapons, and I haven’t taken anything,” Kayla whimpered.

“Then you got nothing to worry about, then, do you?” Norm said with a little chuckle.

First he removed her cap, and ran his hands through her dirty blond hair, enjoying the feeling of the silky, somewhat dirty hair on his fingers. The he reached under her chest and rudely massaged her firm teenage tits, squeezing them and rolling her firm nipples between his fingers and thumbs.

“Get your hands off me, you pervert,” Kayla moaned out, before realizing her unfortunate position.

“Your in no place to tell me what to do, girl,” Norm said, “I’m going to check every inch of your body to make sure you’re not a threat. So just relax and enjoy, baby.”

And after handling her tits under her body as she lay face down, he brought his hands to her naked back where her hands were tied. He felt the firm muscles in her back, shoulders and sides, and then slid them down to her ass, packed into the tight cut-offs. He roughly massaged her ass through the denim cut-offs, and then spread her legs apart, and felt each long leg, running his hands down the dirt-smeared legs to the dirty canvass sneakers. He pulled off each sneaker, and massaged her feet roughly, enjoying the feel of her soft teenage feet, contrasted with the rough, hard and dirty soles that showed she usually went barefoot. As he finished feeling her legs, he realized his hands were filthy from the dirt the girl had smeared over her legs.

Surprisingly, Kayla found the older man’s touch erotic, and as he continued feeling her body, she actually began to anticipate more of his aggressive touching.

“Alright, babe, what’s your name, and what are you doing in my house?” Norm asked.

“I’m Kayla Nielson, and I was gonna take some jewelry to support myself. I ain’t got no place to live or anybody to take care of me.” Kayla whimpered.

“Well, that was a poor decision, Kayla,” Norm said, “and now you gotta suffer the consequences.”

With that, Norm raised his hand high and brought it down with a hard “thwack” across the tight denim shorts that mostly covered the girl’s firm ass cheeks.

“Owww, fuck,” squealed Kayla, as Norm repeated his hard open-handed slaps on the girl’s tight butt. “That hurts!”

Norm ignored her protests, raining down a steady stream of hard slaps on her butt, as she squirmed on his lap in a useless effort to avoid the hard spanking he was administering.

“Maybe if your daddy had given you a spanking like this when you were a kid, you wouldn’t be getting it now from me,” Norm said as he began to become aroused by the teen girl wriggling around on his lap, over his stiffening cock. He also could feel the heat from the girl warming his cock as she wiggled and squirmed.

“I ain’t got no daddy,” Kayla spat out, and added, “but my step-daddy was a dirty old perv, just like you.”

“So now I’m a perv, eh? I’ll show you perv.” Norm grunted, as he reached under to unsnap the teen’s shorts and then began pulling them down her filthy legs. As he pulled them off and tossed them on the floor, he saw the old frayed panties Kayla was wearing, in a size that was likely at least a size too small. The yellowed white cotton panties stretched across her firm butt cheeks, leaving the lower third of each bun exposed where the worn elastic frayed as it tried to contain muscled glutes. The panties were pulled tightly into her butt crack, and he could see that they just barely covered her pussy mound, that peeked up between her ass cheeks. As he enjoyed looking at her sexy teen ass, he couldn’t resist running a hand over the exposed portion of her ass, and down into the crevice between her legs. He let the top of his hand press firmly up into her pussy mound, and along her slit, as he slowly finished feeling her. Kayla tried to move to avoid his touch, but she only succeeded in rubbing her panty-covered pussy against the stiff lump of Norm’s hardening cock, that was now raging to escape from his loose shorts.