No Tresspassing on the Hopkins Estate

[Roark]

James Hopkins, was a stern quiet man in his late forties who lived on the outskirts of your typical average sized town. Although many in town knew the Hopkins name, little was known about the man himself. It was apparent that he was a man of considerable means, because he lived on a remote but ample piece of property in a sizable old plantation style home. He lived alone, preferring the peace and quiet. His property was surrounded by woods with an open meadow in the center where his house stood. There is also an orchard of apple trees, just full of beautiful juicy apples, and a small lake on the opposite edge of the property from the town. Most importantly, at least in the mind of James Hopkins, were the several, "No Trespassing" signs posted all around the edge of the property. Of course it was true that over the years some of them had become less conspicuous than others due to the overgrowth of the woods, but they existed nonetheless. Besides there were plenty of rumors about the terrible Mr. Hopkins floating through the town that served more than ample warning to most that Mr. Hopkins was not a man to be trifled with or crossed. Nevertheless, Mr. Hopkins was always on the lookout for anyone would dare disturb his private sanctuary.

[MissMonster]

Clarissa Tate believed she were afraid of nothing. Her dark, layered hair cascaded past her shoulders as she moved swiftly, dimly lit eyes gazing at her destination of choice. The eighteen year old senior smirked, still in her school uniform which consisted of a light blue polo and a navy blue plaid skirt that lay just a few inches above her knees. She could easily recall the conversation her and her friends had, about how old Mr. Hopkins was the scariest, meanest guy in town. Clarissa merely smirked, saying she wasn't afraid--and her friends immediately dared the brunette to trespass on his property...and steal an apple as proof.

Perhaps they thought Clarissa wasn't serious, but she sure as hell was.

The young woman headed inside the woods, crossing the meadow as she playfully kicked a few "No Trespassing" signs along the way. "It's going to take more than a bunch of signs to keep me away." She snickered, running excitedly through the grass. There, she could see the orchard of apple trees, and Clarissa felt her heart jump with adrenaline as the petite high schooler began to ponder ways of reaching the apples.

She didn't think much about her actions...after all, what could this man possibly do to her?

[Roark]

James Hopkins was enjoying a warm spring day out on his property, as he often did. He loved the outdoors and the quiet, and he loved working with his hands. At the moment he was just doing some light gardening. Mostly just trimming the bushes around his house, though he was doing a little pruning of some of his prize rosebushes as well. The two things James was most proud of were his roses and his apples. James's well tanned skin was just beginning to glisten with a little bit of sweat when some movement out of the corner of his eye caught his attention. His sharp, emerald eyes honed in on someone running across the edge of the meadow toward his orchard. He growled with disbelief when he saw the figure stop and kick what could only have been one of his no trespassing signs. A decidedly scary smirk emerged on his face as he lowered his pruning shears and set them on the ground as he arose to his feet.

James Hopkins hated trespassers. He enjoyed the peace and solitude of his estate and the presence of an intruder upset him greatly. That being said there was one thing James enjoyed about trespassers, and that was setting them straight and making sure they never dared to set foot on his property again. Wearing a pair of well worn jeans and a simple white undershirt, James snaked his way to the edge of the woods. At 6'2 and close to two hundred pounds, James was not a small man. His body was well toned and muscular from constant physical work on his property. That being said James was an outdoorsman and could move as silently as the most fearsome hunter in the woods. He circled quietly around the edge of the woods and moved in behind the intruder. As he got closer he could see that the intruder was a young woman, and that she seemed to be looking very intently at his apples. James slowly and quietly worked his way closer and closer remaining on the outskirts of the woods. He would wait for the perfect moment to act, to assure that he caught this intruder and showed him that he truly meant no trespassing!

[MissMonster]

"Now which apple do I want..." Clarissa scrutinized each tree, crossing her arms intently against her chest. The small girl could've just picked off the few stray apples that have fallen from the trees, but of course, Clarissa was a girl that enjoyed doing things the hard way. She wanted to pick the nicest, freshest apple and thrust it into her friends' hands. "See?" She'd say triumphantly as they stared in disbelief, "Told ya! Hopkins can't do shit!"

The thought made her even more excited as she gave a quick glance over her shoulder to make sure that Hopkins was indeed no where to be found.

With that, Clarissa began to jump, each bounce causing her plaid skirt to lift and show her pale, plump butt within sheer white panties. Her mother often pestered her to wear bloomers underneath, but she figured that would just be annoying. After jumping seemed not to work, Clarissa opted for standing onto her tippie toes, attempting to reach a fine branch. After shaking the tree, the apple she wanted fell onto the ground, and Clarissa happily bent down to pick it up.

[Roark]

James Hopkins crept silently up toward the trespasser. As he got closer he could see that the young woman, was a very young woman indeed. He was almost certain she was a high schooler as he recognized her outfit as a school uniform. And what a uniform it was! James did not like any trespassers for sure, but he couldn't deny that he enjoyed dealing with them, and the petite brunette in front of him looked like she was going to be a real treat to deal with.

Hopkins had snuck up behind the girl, and shook his head in disbelief as he heard her pondering what apple she wanted to take from his orchard. He couldn't believe the arrogance of this girl who had kicked his no trespassing signs and was now looking to steal the juiciest apple she could find. He noticed the girl glance back, but Hopkins was still and nearly invisible in the brush now and was not detected. He would wait for the perfect moment to apprehend this brazen little witch, but during the meantime he eyes her short navy plaid skirt greedily. He was overjoyed when the brunette began to jump causing her skirt to flutter up just enough that he got several quick glances of the cute white panties she had on underneath her short skirt and nothing more. Hopkins smiled as he knew he was going to be in for a treat soon enough. The girl maybe petite but she obviously had a full mature womanly bottom.

James watched as the intruder failed to jump to get an apple and opted to stand on her tip toes and shake one of his prized apple trees. He could barely stand watching her do it, but he bided his time as an apple fell and the girl moved to pick it up. In that instant James began to move, spry and quick moving despite his age. While the girl was distracted with her success he hurried in behind her. He snuck up, and unable to restrain himself, greeted the trespasser with a heavy slap across the seat of her skirt just as she bent down to pick up his apple. "Pow!," even over the girls skirt James's heavy hand landed with a muffled but loud pop. "Well what do we have here? A trespasser stealing my apples?," Hopkins bellow as he quickly shot for and grabbed the wrist of the hand that had grabbed the apple.

[MissMonster]

Clarissa had no idea that James Hopkins was so close, and perhaps had she'd known, she would've grabbed an apple far quicker than before. But no, here she was, being her typical bold self and attempting to snag one of the juicy apples as a prize. The brunette couldn't help but imagine her friends' faces when she told them how easy this was for her--hell, she may just be the talk of the school for this!

"Clarissa Tate. The coolest girl in school manages to sneak into that old fart's home and gets an apple! Heck, maybe I'll even get two..and a trespass sign while I'm at it." She spoke aloud, her own way of soothing her nerves. Despite how collected Clarissa seemed, she was a bit nervous. And for some reason, she had a bad feeling welling up inside the pit of her stomach…but it was easily being ignored by her arrogance and naivety.

Her well manicured black nails reached down to grip the apple, straightening up as she held the fruit within her hand. "Easy as hell." She commented with a satisfied nod, contemplating whether or not to even take a bite of the fruit. However, before she could even head away, a sudden impact collided with the seat of her plaid skirt. The girl yelped loudly, tottering forward as she whipped around in shock. "What the hell!?" She screamed, gasping as James Hopkins stood before her, burlier than she imagined him to be.

"….."

She was quickly apprehended, nervously dropping the apple before she caught her wits and began to struggle against the male. "I wasn't stealing! I was only g-gonna..take a few back home is all! Let me go you weirdo!"

[Roark]

Hopkins released a deep belly laugh, as the girl tottered forward after he slapped her rump and screamed at him as she whipped around. Her arrogance was truly shocking to James. He had seen her practically skipping across his meadow and heard her boast that she was going to take several apples and one of his no trespassing signs. Clearly this was some kind of game to her, but Hopkins knew just how to take her pride down a peg or two. He smirked as the girl quickly dropped his apple as he clutched her wrist and then it slowly dawned on her that she should try to escape.

James however was much larger and stronger than the petite blond who struggled to free herself while declaring she wasn't stealing and calling him a weirdo. "Oh? Only going to take a few? Well know that you put it that way, its completely different," James snorted sarcastically ignoring the quip about him being a weirdo. His voice was very deep and boomed without effort, an intimidating sound, particularly when he growled, to many. Effortlessly he began to pull the girl across the meadow toward the porch of his plantation home.

"Oh I won't be letting you go just yet girl. I heard you bragging to yourself about how you were going to take one of my trespassing signs, so you clearly know that you broke the law. I'm gonna let you go, and I'm not even gonna call the cops, but I ain't letting you go until I KNOW that you won't ever plan on trespassing on my land again girl," James bellowed as he pulled the wayward teenager across his yard, coming closer and closer to the porch. Suddenly, Hopkins stopped and yanked the girl in front of him so that they were more or less face to face.

"Well Clarissa Tate," Hopkins snarled with a gleam in his eye as he stared the pretty little brunette down. He looked for any sign of reaction as he called the girl by her name which he had overheard during her little speech to herself. He wanted to savor unsettling her as she had unsettled his apples and his afternoon on his property. "MY name is James Hopkins, even though you think you might know that already. You will call me Mr. Hopkins however, like everyone else does. I'm only gonna give you one warning Clarissa. The more you struggle and fight me the worse things are gonna be for you. I ain't going to hurt ya.......Well that aint entirely true," James added with relish as he smirked at Clarissa again. "But I ain't gonna do any real harm to ya. Just gonna teach you a lesson about trespassing and make sure you learn it so well that you don't ever come back. We are going to start your lesson at my porch over there. So if you promise to be a good girl, I'll let you walk on your own and I'll stop dragging you across my yard. But if you lie to me and try to run or fight.....well I wouldn't recommend that. I'm quicker than I look."

[MissMonster]

James' sarcastic reply did nothing to alleviate the apprehension, and Clarissa couldn't help but feel her heart beat quicken inside her chest. She was actually afraid--Mr. Hopkins was a strong, chiseled looking man despite looking as old as her father. His voice was deep and filled with bass, instantly terrifying the petite brunette. In fact, Clarissa had grown uncharacteristically silent, until the man began to drag her across his yard. It took about a milisecond for the young woman to start tweaking out, her voice shrill as she screamed for the man to let her go.

"Quit it, you fucking psychopath!" She screeched, trying her best to dig the heels of her shoes onto the ground. It did nothing, the man was stronger and easily pulled her along the path. If she could just break free, she could get out of here before things got worse! What if he called the cops?! Her parents would kill her!

As if reading her mind, Hopkins spoke, and though she calmed down a little at the fact no cops would be involved...Clarissa grew tense at his little promise. "What the..what the hell are you talking about?!"

Abruptly, Clarissa was placed face to face with one of the rumored scariest men in the town. She bit her lip, feeling a lot smaller than an eighteen year old girl, shifting her weight nervously from foot to foot as Hopkins spoke. Her name being called made her eyes widen, gulping as she gaped anxiously. "L-Lesson?" She had a terrible feeling about this...

Clarissa was often spanked at home, especially as a little girl. For some reason, this tension seemed quite similar to...Oh goodness no. He..he couldn't do that! Could he?

The raven haired girl seemed to lose all sense of rationality, beginning to struggle and squirm like a little feral. "No, no, no! Let me go!" With her free hand she tried shoving the burly man away, though her attempts were quite feeble in comparison.

[Roark]

Hopkins laughed right in the girl's face as she called him a fucking psychopath. "Looks like I'm going to have a couple of lessons to teach you girl. A fine young lady shouldn't never be heard using such language. But then maybe I'm expecting too much from a trespassing thief huh?," James bellowed before giving Clarissa his little speech, hinting at what he was going to do and warning her to cooperate.

Hopkins grinned maliciously as he concluded his speech and saw Clarissa bite her lip and watched as she shuffled her feet back and forth just like a little girl about to get a spanking. The way Clarissa questioned that he was going to teach her a lesson made James think that she had an inkling of what she was in for. James figured it was no more than an inkling however. He really laughed though as the girl, instead of cooperating, let loose like a feral cat trying to free herself. James clamped down on the girl's wrist, his grip like a vice, and he patiently weathered the storm of the girl's phsyiscal outburst. It took very little energy for James to hold Clarissa and he knew that she expended considerably more of her own in her attempt to break free.

"So you want to do this the hard way huh? So be it!," Hopkins snarled. With one big heave James yanked Clarissa forward, pulling the girl right into him so they were chest to chest. With his free hand he deftly forced it under Clarissa's short plaid skirt and placed his palm flat on the side of her thigh. He ran his hand straight up her leg, brushing over her panties until he found the side of her waistband. He hooked his thumb between the sheer material and Clarissa's side and then circled around until he had hold of the center of the back of her panties. He then gave a very firm tug upward, while at the same time using the hand holding her wrist twisted Clarissa around before releasing her. He gave another firm tug upward on the girls panties, wedging the thin sheer material deep between the girls cheeks as her skirt rested over his hand and draped down not quite covering her bottom in the process. Hopkins didn't stop to admire the view, just yet, though. Instead he pulled the girl's underwear forward, flipping her skirt up in the process, and began to march her across the yard by her wedgie. "Now don't you wish you had cooperated Clarissa?," Hopkins gloated in an almost sing song manner. "I think you have an idea of what kind of lesson I have in store for you. Why don't you tell me what you think is about to happen?," Hopkins asked, obviously enjoying himself, as they reached the steps of his porch.

[MissMonster]

"I can say whatever the hell I want!" The girl snapped, eyes narrowing. She was putting up a pretty good front, but she truly was quite nervous. Clarissa wildly thrashed about, her dark hair falling loosely over her face as she tried to break free. Hopkins' grip on her was vice like however, and all she did was exhaust herself of energy in the process. She didn't like where this was going...

A bit weary, Clarissa's energy seemed a bit spent as she continued to pull away, though her attempts were dissipating with each tug. Hearing James' snarling words, the young woman's eyes became round in shock as she were pulling abruptly forward--chest to chest with the most intimidating man in town. She squirmed uncomfortably at being so close, but she had little time to dwell on that matter as she felt his hand against her bare legs. "! The fuck do you think you're doing!?" Despite how shrill her voice was becoming, she sounded less commanding and more like a frightened girl. Clarissa felt her heart acquire speed as Hopkins' touched her panties, her usual pale face becoming flushed with embarrassment. "S-Stop it!" She squealed, gasping as he gripped the center of her panties. The volume only increased when she felt her panties being tugged forcefully, causing her to shout in surprise. Clarissa was dumbfounded.

The gall of this man!

Still, she was in such a shocked state, only managing to make noises of vexation as he turned her around, yanking the panties between her cheeks. With her ass on display like this, and the obvious discomfort of having her panties pulled up into a humiliating wedgie, Clarissa could only shriek. Hopkins began to lead her by her panties, making her embarrassment worsen as she squirmed in vain...which only proved to wedge the panties farther. The man was teasing her...

"OW! You're crazy!" She yelled, her face reddening. "I swear, ah, s-stop walking so damn fast! I swear I'll get every fucking cop on you for this!" It was becoming increasingly difficult to match her steps with his own like this, and Clarissa was becoming more and more agitated. She didn't even bother to answer his question, sincerely hoping this were some sort of terrible dream.