The Scale   
by   lyonsr_98@yahoo.com
A simple scale show just how strong a girl can be.  


I fiddled with the scale as she finished up her ab workout. It was mesmerizing
to watch the number of crunches and leg lifts she flew through. Her sexy
glistening legs spun through the air again and again powered by an endless
amount of strength. The only sound was the soft whirl of her legs against her
satin shorts. She seemed to never tire. I still did not know why I was the one
who Joelle choose. She could have had anyone, and she picked me. I was a lucky
guy.

Finally complete, she pulled the scale from my hands and stepped on it. "118,"
she said proudly. "That is the lowest I've weighed since I was sixteen."

"I can't believe you're so concerned with your weight. You look amazing just
the way you are."

"That's because I'm concerned with my weight." She sat next to me on the couch
resting from her workout. She wasn't even breathing heavy.

I picked up the scale again squeezing it my hands as if doing my own workout.
I could squeeze it to about 150. Joelle watched me curiously, but I paid her
no mind. I wrapped my arms around it, like I would a bearhug, and squeezed it
that way. I almost hit two hundred. Two hundred pounds of pressure was a lot
to put around someone. "How much?" She awoke me out of my daze.

"What's that?"

"What can you get it too?"

"Almost twice what you weigh, skinny girl."

"I bet I can beat you." A small smile crept over her face knowing she would
have me going for hours. She loved teasing me that she was stronger and more
fit than I was. Just because she worked out all the time and most definitely
had greater endurance than me, no way made her stronger. It wasn't that I was
lazy, I just hated working out. I played basketball at the Y occasionally, but
that was about it.

"Really. What are we betting?" I took the bait like she knew I would. There
was no winning sometimes with me. I was a gluten for punishment.

"How about you grant me one wish?"

"And you'll do the same for me?" I asked curiously wondering what she was
thinking. "Yep."

"Anything?" I asked a little nervously. What could she possibly be thinking?
"I'm not so sure I want subject myself to anything?"

"So you know you're going to lose? Figures." She nodded her head mocking me.

"No. I'm in. I was just worried for you."

"Right. Now go again, and what ever you get will be your final score." She
leaned in close to watch the scale allowing me a second shot. I tried pushing
her away a bit to get some room and squeezed a final time. My arms wrapped
around the scale, my hands locking at my wrists forcing every ounce of
pressure into that scale. The sharp edges of the scale dug into my wrists and
chest as I poured out my strength. The needle crept to 199 before I pooped
out.

"198, now my turn," she said enjoying my struggle.

"No, 199 you little cheater."

"Don't call me a cheater. I saw 198, but if you're going to cry about it like
a little baby. In fact that's what I'm going to wish. When I crush your '199',
I'm going to give you a spanking just like the baby you are."

"A spanking? You can't do that, you can't spank me." That was just weird that
she wanted to spank me. I couldn't imagine her even wanting to do that. "You
can't hurt me. I wasn't going to try to hurt you if I won."

"I know. With only a 199 pounds of pressure, you'll be hard pressed to hurt my
little sister. Maybe she can come over and make the same bet with you as well.
199, and you're proud of that."

"Alright enough already. Just go. You're not going to be able to beat me
anyway."

"Double or nothing?"

"What two wishes?"

"Yeah, unless you're scared?" Her eyes held me as she pulled the scale from my
hands. It was like she knew she could beat me or something. There was no way
she was stronger than me, but why was she so confident. I realized that I was
actually scared of losing to her. What was she going to do next after spanking
me? I didn't want to sound like a wimp though or let her know I was scared.
How do I get myself into these stupid messes.

"What's your second wish going to be? Are you going dress me up in diapers?"

"How about a dress?"

"How about no. No more stupid wishes. Just go."

"So you are scared. You know that I'm stronger than you, and you can't do
anything about it. You know I'm going to squash your little 199, and you're
running away for dear life hoping I won't take anymore of your precious ego
with me. There goes male pride out the window, chased out by a little girl."
She began flexing her arms and feeling her biceps. There was a little
definition there but certainly no mass. I was definitely bigger than her and
most certainly stronger.

"Fine then, why don't we make it three wishes. And when I win, we can finally
do that thing that you would never let me do."

"What?" Now I had her on the run.

"You know, in the bedroom, how I always wanted to have anal sex?"

"That's fine. I always was curious to try that myself, of course..."

"What?"

"Oh nothing. So it's three wishes I get, want to make it four?"

"Whatever you want. Just name it."

"Ok then, four. That will be fine." She smiled confidently as she leaned back
on the couch. She placed the scale between her legs, straightening them out
slowly.

"Wait a second, you can't use your legs. That's not fair."

"I said I could beat you. You could have used your legs."

"You such a cheater. You tricked me; you're so unfair." I watched as she began
to squeeze her legs together. The scale shot around the horn lapping the
two-hundred mark and pushed towards three-hundred. It inched along as her
thighs, covered by the soft blue satin of her soccer shorts, pummeled the
steel object lying helpless between her legs. Her face contorted in effort as
she leaned back gathering even more leverage. The needle teetered around 325
when she finally relented. She dropped the scale between her legs smiling
coyly at me, knowing all along the fate that rested in her mind.

"Alright, that was fun. Why don't you go get the paddle?"

"The paddle? What the fuck is that? Don't tell me you have a paddle." I
exclaimed truly agitated with her shit.

"You're really scared aren't you? Well you should be. I'm going to make your
ass raw. You're going to be begging for me to stop."

"No. You can't do that. You can't."

"Why not. Do you deserve mercy or something? Why should I be nice to you? What
are you going to do for me?"

"Oh knock it off. Fine spank me, I don't care. It's not like it's going to
hurt or anything. I'm a grown man. You can't hurt me by slapping my ass."

"Well, go find a paddle then, we'll see."

"What paddle?"

"I don't know. Surprise me. Find something nice for me to beat you with." She
laughed smugly and slapped me lightly on the face. My face flushed red with
anger wanting to smack her back. I had to make another bet and destroy her.
There was no way I was going to let her get away with this. If she tried to
take it too far, I was just going to show her who the man of the relationship
was. She might have won a stupid bet, but that was a long way from actually
deserving the position she was trying to take. She had no right to be acting
so controlling.

I searched around the house for some sort of paddle. Each item I held in my
hand really looked like it would hurt. I remember being spanked when I was a
child, and it really stung. I held her belt in my hand and winced just looking
at it. My mom used to use a wooden spoon. That was just too freaky to use. In
fact, nothing in the kitchen at all, I had to find something that looked heavy
but had no whip to it. I searched through the bathroom and finally found her
old hair brush. It was an old wooden brush which seemed sturdy and smooth, but
not heavy. I guess it was better than a belt. This was still so weird. My
girlfriend was going to spank me, and even weirder, I was going to let her. I
meekly walked back to her finding her still sitting comfortably on the couch
as if lounging on her throne.

"What'd you bring me?"

I handed her the brush in silence and watched her as she slapped it against
her thigh a couple of times. The heavy wood snapped against her leg erupting
the soft silky material of her shorts in waves. The light material continued
to shake long after she stopped as if still trembling from the power. I could
feel the wind from the swing of the wooden object mock the shame and
embarrassment on my face as it cooled my flush cheeks as if trying to
humiliate me even further. "This'll work. Now pull your pants down."

"I'm not getting naked for this. Have your fun and all, but no way I'm getting
naked."

"Now don't make me get angry before I spank you. Is that what you want? For me
to get angry? Now pull down your pants like a good little boy."

"No." I actually backed up from her. She was still absentmindedly tapping that
damn brush against her leg. Her eyes never left me. Joelle inched forward on
the couch as if getting ready to pounce on me. "Come on Joelle, it's
embarrassing enough. Just let it go?"

"I'm not going to ask again. Now come here." There was no request in her
voice; it was pure command. I had no idea what to do. Did I have to obey her
just cause I lost a stupid bet? I certainly was not obliged to do what ever
she wanted. It was my life she was trying to take from me. One second of
stupidness should not deserve these consequences.

"No. I'm not."

She rose slowly from the couch shaking her head. "It's only a spanking." Her
hand flew in the air crashing into my face. My head was knocked back in utter
terror. I had never been struck so violently by anyone with such ferocity. I
could not believe this little girl could hit me like that. I was terrified,
not from the pain, but from the shock. I was so confused what she was making
me do. I had never expected to see these sorts reactions and emotions from
her. I stood frozen in fear as she began undoing my pants. Unable to stop her,
I stood fearfully awaiting my fate.

Joelle sat back down on the couch maneuvering me on top of her. She laid me
prone across her lap. "Put your hands behind your head like you would for a
sit up. Clasp your fingers together and keep them there." I obeyed her closing
me eyes as well waiting for her to start. I had never felt so much shame in my
life. I could not even imagine her telling her friends what she was doing.
What would they think of me? What would she think of me after she was done?
How could a man behave so meekly?

The first crack tensed my whole body. My ass began to sting as another shot
rifled across the same cheek. The brush rose again in fury attacking me again.
I tried not to wince or grunt, but each shot pushed me one step further. I
could feel myself instinctively holding my breath and jerking with each new
blow. As the torment continued, I began to suck in breaths and grunt silently
as the brush attacked up and down my ass. She did not even say anything, she
just kept hitting me.

She stopped for a moment allowing me a moments rest. For a second, I thought
the ordeal was over. I was almost scared to move as the burn and swell in my
ass only seemed to increase. She then hit me again. Now instead of the
constant hard rhythm, she seemed to be waiting for something. I could feel
myself tensing even before the hit. The fear grew with each new slap. I could
feel the wind blow against my thighs as she rose the brush high in the air. I
began to shake each time she rose her arm in the air. And instead of just
hitting me, she held it there. Then whack! Pain erupted. I couldn't take it
anymore. I couldn't stand it. I wanted to scream out in pain, running away. I
wanted to cry like a baby, like she knew I would. After each spank, I had to
hold my breath to try to control the pain, until I could hold my breath no
more. I couldn't bare to suck in a new breath. I had to stop it. I couldn't
take anymore. "Enough, you spanked me, now stop."

"Stop? I'm just getting started." She laughed as her brush crashed into my ass
again. My voice betrayed me leaking out a private screech. She laughed even
louder as her swing seemed to only get harder. My ass was burning. I unclasped
my hands and pushed against the couch to free myself. Instantly, Joelle's hand
clutched the back of my neck, her fingernails digging into me, pinning me to
the couch. "Now I know that you're not trying to renege on our bet. Are you?"
Another snap to my butt emphasized her question, but it only fueled my escape
attempt. Fighting back tears, unwilling to allow her to hit me again, I pushed
against her arm knowing she could not keep me here if I willed it. Almost
free, I felt her hand reach between my legs. My testicles, dangling
unprotected, were her target. Her soft, feminine hand firmly quelled my
escape. "Are we going to behave." Her left hand forced my head back to the
couch burying it deeply into the cushion as her right hand slowly increased
the pressure on my testicles. Tears flowed from my eyes admitting that I was
giving up. I tried to shake it off as her hand released my neck, but I left my
face buried in the couch trying to hide my shame. She again began to spank me,
even more ferociously than before, and my tears flowed freely.

"There, that wasn't so bad was it?" Her hand caressed the curl of my back
softly, her nails dancing on my skin. Free from her torture, I rolled off the
couch wiping my tears from my eyes and ran to the bathroom. I locked the door
behind me and turned on the shower for cover. Tears erupted again from eyes as
I curled up into a ball on the floor. It wasn't just the pain, but the
helplessness that I felt. I should have been able to push myself free form her
at anytime, but she made me feel incompetent. She made me feel weak and
inferior. She made me feel like a girl. She was the one who was supposed to
weak and helpless. She was the one who was supposed to be scared and timid,
not me.

I heard a light tapping at the door. Not certain how much time had passed, I
realized that I had to come out eventually. I had to do something to regain my
position. Maybe she didn't.... Didn't what? Didn't care? Didn't mean too?
"What?"

"Can I come in?"

"No."

"Come on baby. I didn't mean to hurt you. It was just for fun."

"Go away."

"You're not really hurt are you? I know a little spanking can't really hurt
that much. Right? We were just having fun weren't we? I really don't believe
that I could actually hurt you. You're so much bigger than me. I'm just a
girl. You're not really mad at me, are you?" Her voice was soft and soothing.
It was the same voice that eased me to bed at night. It was the same voice
that I yearned for when I left her.

Was she right? I mean it was only a spanking. It was not like she really did
anything to hurt me. I stood up from the floor and wiped the tears from my
eyes. I jumped in and out of the shower really quick suddenly fully aware how
raw my ass was. I turned off the water trying not wince wondering how I should
feel. Should I forgive her or not? I opened the door looking at her petit,
frail body standing there, lusting after me. Her long, tan legs, pert breast
and flowing blonde hair was the package of a goddess. She was not here to hurt
me. I could I stay mad at her.

"No, I'm not hurt. I was just mad."

"So you forgive me?" Her hands curled around my body, fingers inching up my
body.

"I think so."

"You think so? Let me convince you." Leaning in, she planted a kiss on me. Her
lips, soft and tender enveloped my mouth, her tongue exploring her territory.
"Are we good?"

"Oh, we're good."

Her hand then grabbed my ass, squeezing tightly. I flinched in pain. "Good.
Let's begin wish two."

Write me at lyonsr_98@yahoo.com if you want part 2.