So little and so ridiculous chapter 1

[kikichewi]

Today was a beautiful day.
I had the keys to the dojo and I was alone to take advantage of the training dummies, the punching bag and the tatami, finally, it was not very long, this tranquility was going to be interrupted by a thud on the door, someone was typing with restraint, like not seeking the audibility of their act.
I gave myself a slight growl and I decided to get up, stopping my training session, and I forgot at the same time, my neglected outfit, short shorts cut in v showing the bottom of my buttocks and a cropped top that let my height pack stand up proudly on my stomach.


I opened the door and my face fell on the little boy at the age of a man ...
- hello, do you want something?
he hesitated for a long time as though impressed by my massive stature, and he began to stammer in a way that was most uncertain.
- I would like to register to train here!
he looked up for a few seconds, as if victorious at having managed to articulate his sentence, his gaze met my blue green eyes, then as if fleeing, he raised his head on my blond braids before jumping to the ground, nervous, trying not to cross my pecs streaked with their muscular lines, my biceps, my stomach and he turned slightly observing to the side as afraid to lay eyes on me.
it triggered a slight sly thought, and I wouldn't have known how to say, if it was mockery mixed with a feeling of satisfaction that unlike other girls, I am impressive, and I cause hesitation. to any observation or oral deviation.
I was going to turn him away because I was in no way responsible for the registrations, but ...

- there is no registration today but if you want to train, then you can with me.

I was familiar with him as aware of the domination emanating from me in front of him and I am not the type to lower my eyes, whatever your name and your social position, whether you are called the mountain or the president.

and he stuttered again ... turned red like a peony and I could see his body contracting and shrinking on itself, symptoms of happy panic? because his answer was immediate, "yes" mingled with a shy smile that hollowed out the corner of his mouth.
I looked again at his puny little body and I made it my duty, in a kind of compassion when it came to his future, to warn him.
- some stretching and then you will be my toy, the best training is the real condition!
I flex my 17-inch bicep to make him understand, that reversing would not be possible until my musculature was satisfied with the session ... and without raising his head, he took a determined step forward, concealed by tremors.
it was my turn to smile, a smile that illuminated my face, a sadistic desire because I was going to crush it, crumple it up like a baby playing with its blanket, twist it without worrying about its resistance, I was going to test its elasticity by bending it as I wish ...

[kikichewi]

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