HIGH SCHOOL HUMILIATION. By Jim Lake Dustin is the king of his high school until a tiny eighth grade girl turns him into her personal slave. Dustin and his girlfriend, Holley, were fooling around by the baseball field after school. He was the star of the football team, the quarterback, being recruited by Michigan, Penn State and Miami. She was a tall blonde, also a senior, and the prettiest girl in school. The perfect couple. It was Thursday afternoon and there was no practice that day, the coach giving the team a break because of a bye in the schedule this coming Saturday. Dustin was also the best pitcher on the baseball team, nicknamed "The Man with the Golden Arm" for his talent in both sports. He jumped on his girlfriend's back and she carried him a few steps before tumbling to the ground near the third base coach's box, both laughing. Neither of them noticed the eighth grade girl who had emerged from a side door of the school and walked by, less than 20 feet away. "Can I help?" asked the diminutive girl, dressed in blue jeans and an orange sweater. "You sure can," said Holley. "You want to carry the big jock." "Girls are so weak," said Dustin. "What if I carry you?" offered Shannon. The little girl stood only 5 feet tall and weighed a mere 109 pounds. Neither of the seniors knew at the time she had just turned 14. "You? You're too small to carry your own backpack," responded Dustin. The cute little girl with the long, curly blonde hair dropped her books, took off her sneakers and walked over to Dustin, turned her back to the quarterback and told him to hop on. "You're kidding," said Dustin. "Why don't you just shut up and get on my back," shot back Shannon. Dustin jumped onto the little girl's back, figuring his 188 pounds would knock her down. But she never flinched, simply placing her hands under his muscular legs. "Ready," said Shannon, beginning to walk. Dustin couldn't believe it. This 5-foot girl seemed to be supporting the 6- foot-2 athlete without a problem. She walked all the way to the right field foul pole, more than 100 yards away, turned and walked back to wear Holley was laughing hysterically. "She doesn't look so weak to me," said Holley, proud of what a member of her sex had done. "I'm not finished yet," said Shannon, still holding Dustin on her back. She turned and began walking down the left field line, all the way to the foul pole and back. Something strange began happening to Dustin. The longer the girl carried him the harder he became. "What's your phone number little girl?" Dustin whispered in her ear. "You like strong girls? It's 555-4721." Shannon carried him all the back to Holley and there she stood, still supporting him. "Now we're going to run the bases," she announced. She turned and took off running as if the quarterback was a mere baby. She hit first base, then second, third and home plate. But she didn't stop. She kept running, all the way around the bases again. And then did it a third time. The little tomboy's amazing display of strength was seriously exciting Dustin. By the time they returned to Holley, Dustin was breathing harder than Shannon from bouncing around on the little girl's back. Shannon wasn't even winded. "She's probably stronger than you are," laughed Holley, not about to pass up the chance to mock her boyfriend. "Better not wrestle with her." Shannon lowered Dustin to the ground and the quarterback gave her a thank- you type kiss on the cheek. "I like to wrestle," said Shannon, winking a blue eye at Dustin so that Holley couldn't see. "Go ahead Dustin," Holley taunted. "She'll probably beat you." Shannon had stunned Dustin with her strength and endurance. He had ridden on her back for nearly 15 minutes. This girl is really cute, Dustin thought. The idea of grabbing her and rolling around on the ground sounded appealing. "OK," said Dustin. "I promise I won't hurt you." "Bring it on boy," yelled Shannon. The little girl shook the quarterback's hand, then abruptly dug her right shoulder into his stomach and lifted him off ground. She spun around and threw him down. "You're a tough little girl," gasped a stunned Dustin. Shannon reached forward with her right hand and pulled Dustin to his feet. "Didn't mean to take advantage of you," she said, looking up at the senior who towered over her by more than a foot. "Are you ready now?" They circled for a few seconds, then Dustin dove for her knees. Shannon simply sidestepped him, got behind him and drove him to the ground. She placed her right hand on the back of Dustin's head and forced his face into the grass. She took his left arm and forced it behind his back in a painful hammerlock. Dustin quickly found himself powerless against this tough little tomboy. He flailed away with his right arm, but couldn't even hit her. She let go of his head, grabbed his right arm and forced that behind his back in a double hammerlock. She then took her bare feet, put them under Dustin's chin and began pulling up his head. He screamed in agony. "I give, I give," he yelled. "You can't give," said Shannon. "I'm not finished with you yet." "Please. You're really hurting me." "Guess you're not as tough as you thought," piped in Holley. Shannon tortured Dustin for another minute, then stood up. He rolled onto his back, totally exhausted, tears forming in his eyes. He slowly struggled to his feet. Shannon dipped her right shoulder, put a hand between his legs and lifted the baseball pitcher across her shoulders. Slowly she started to spin, then picked up speed. Faster and faster. "Stop. Stop. I'm going to be sick," pleaded Dustin. She slowed her airplane spin and disdainfully dumped Dustin to the ground like a sack of wheat. Shannon sat on his stomach and pinned both his wrists to the ground above his head. "I thought you'd give me a little competition boy, but you're even weaker than I thought," taunted Shannon. "I give up," gurgled Dustin. "Please, no more. I can't take it." "I'm not done yet," said Shannon. "We're going to wrestle again with a handicap." Shannon slid off the badly beaten senior and lied down on her back, placing her hands above her head. "Now pin me and see if you can hold me down," she ordered. "I can't fight anymore," begged Dustin. "You win." "Do it," barked Shannon in a voice that let Dustin knew he had no say in the matter. Dustin climbed on top of the little girl, sitting on her rock hard stomach, pinning her wrists to the ground. But his arms were so weak from the hammerlocks that he had little strength left. "Think you got me?" asked Shannon. Dustin didn't reply. She steadily forced his arms up, then yanked him off her with her powerful right arm. She quickly wrapped her legs around Dustin's waist and began to squeeze. At first, Holley had enjoyed watching the tomboy beat up her boyfriend. But now she had gone too far. Shannon was totally humiliating him. "You're killing me," screamed Dustin, now bawling like a baby. "This is nothing," said Shannon. "I'll teach you what real pain feels like." Just as Dustin thought she would crack his ribs, she released the pressure in her legs. She kicked Dustin away, but noticed he was still hard. Despite the pain, the male athlete was incredibly turned on. The 5-0, 109-pound girl stood up, then placed her bare right foot above Dustin's face. "Kiss it," she ordered. He did. "You're such a weakling," she said. "Next time we wrestle I'll be blindfolded and handcuffed and I'll still beat your ass." Dustin had never received such a beating in all his life. A girl over foot shorter than him, nearly 80 pounds lighter and 4 1/2 years younger had beaten him mercilessly. He couldn't wait to see her again. Dustin called her that night. "That was quite a beating you gave me today," he told her. "You were lucky," said Shannon. "Next time I won't be so gentle." "I've never met a girl as strong as you. I couldn't believe the piggyback ride." "You're light," she said. "You probably don't even weigh 200 pounds." "No. But I weigh a lot more than you." "I could carry you twice as far as I did today. On my shoulders." "You're kidding." "Don't ever doubt me Dustin. I love proving guys wrong. Now are you going to ask me out or not?" "How about a movie tomorrow night?" he asked. "No. But we'll go to a movie Saturday night," she told him. "Can't," said Dustin. "I have a date with Holley." "Then break it. Pick me up at 7:30 Saturday night. I live up at 742 Melrose. And don't be late." "But ... ," stammered Dustin. "No buts. I told you what to do and I expect you to do it. And by the way, I'll be driving your car." Shannon hung up the phone before Dustin had a chance to ask how a 14-year- old could drive. Once again Dustin found himself excited by this domineering little girl. She treated him like he was four years younger than her, instead of the other way around. He looked at his watch. His date with Shannon was less than 48 hours away. Dustin had no trouble convincing Holley to change their weekly Saturday night date to Friday. She didn't even question his flimsy excuse. They spent about an hour at a party then went to park, but Dustin's mind was distracted. He was thinking about his date the next night with the little 14-year-old. He rang Shannon's doorbell at precisely 7:30 as instructed. He rang twice more before she finally answered. "Come on in Stud," she sarcastically. "Hope your parents don't mind you dating an 18-year-old," said Dustin. "My mother's not around and my father has no say whatsoever," she responded. "I tell him what to do." "What?" said Dustin in disbelief. "Last night I sent him to bed without his dinner," she bragged. "For what?" "He talked back to me, and that's not allowed," stated Shannon, as if this should surprise no one. "The same goes for you." Dustin was too stunned to respond. They left her house and Dustin opened the car door for his date. Instead of getting into the car, Shannon stepped behind him. "No, you get in," she ordered. "I told you I was driving. Now give me the keys." "Can you drive a stick?" questioned Dustin. "Of course, stupid," said Shannon. Dustin got in and Shannon, in a complete role reversal, closed the passenger door behind him. She drove his maroon Toyota Camry expertly. When they arrived at the parking lot at the Cinemaplex she told Dustin to stay seated. She got out, walked around the car and opened the door for him. Dustin couldn't believe it. When they approached the ticket window, Shannon sped up her pace, getting their first. She pulled a $20 bill from her jeans and requested two tickets to "Titanic." She didn't bother asking Dustin what he wanted to see. The rest of the evening went the same way, with Shannon in control of her date. She put her arm around his shoulder half an hour into the movie, pulled his face toward her and kissed him. Later, when she drove into her driveway, Dustin turned to her. "I really like you Shannon," he said. "I know," she said without emotion. "You're a little young for me, but I'll give you a chance." "Young? I'm four years older than you." "My last boyfriend was 24. I've dated guys in their 30s. But you're kind of cute. Maybe I'll let you be my boy toy." "I've never met anyone like you Shannon." "And you will never." She pulled him close and kissed him again. "I'll start training you Monday," said Shannon. Dustin was ready to burst. A 14-year-old girl was going to take total control of him. He wasn't sure what would happen, but the prospect left him enchanted. The phone rang Sunday night around 9:30. Dustin answered on the third ring. It was Shannon. "I've got an interesting week planned for you boy," she said. "Can't wait," he responded. "By Friday you might not be so anxious. But by then you'll be totally helpless anyway." "Do you dominate all your boyfriends?" "I dominate all males. Why shouldn't I? They're the weaker sex." "Maybe I should be afraid of you Shannon." "You will. My father is terrified of me. I started taking over the house when I was 10. He's not allowed to go out without my permission." "Are you serious?" "Sure am. When you pick me up for our date next weekend I'll show you who the boss of the house is. Now tomorrow I want you waiting outside my home room, D-220, standing at attention, within one minute of when the bell rings. You will carry my books from class to class all day, walking two steps behind me. You will not talk to anyone unless I say so." Most of Dustin's friends noticed him following the eighth grade girl around all day Monday at school. Must be a fraternity prank, they decided. Dustin said nothing unless Shannon spoke to him. When Shannon emerged from her homeroom Tuesday morning, with Dustin waiting at attention, she slipped a dog collar around his neck. She stopped and talked to several of her friends. "This is my pet, Dustin," she told them and they laughed at the star athlete. Dustin felt embarrassed. When they encountered his friends he bowed his head to avoid their inquiring looks. It was only the beginning. Word spread quickly around school how this tiny eighth grade was treating the star athlete. Holley called Dustin that night to ask why. "You're afraid of her, aren't you?" asked Dustin. He didn't reply. "No, it's more than that. You're in love with her. Goodbye Dustin. For good." The athlete never offered a word of protest. He knew what Holley had said was true. He was afraid of the eighth grade, and was in love with her. Shannon planned to increase his humiliation daily. She didn't bring the leash to school Wednesday. After her homeroom she ordered Dustin to hop on her back. All day she carried him from class to class, students and teachers stunned to see this 109-pound, 14-year-old female carrying the school's biggest stud. Dustin didn't mind when she had carried him last Thursday at the baseball field. Only his girlfriend was watching. Now everyone saw them. Only one feeling exceeded his total humiliation that day. He was falling in love with her more each day. He called her Wednesday night. "Did I pass all your tests?" he asked. "These aren't tests. I told you I was training you. First, I beat you physically. This week I am going to break you mentally. By Saturday you will be so afraid of me that you wouldn't even dream of disobeying me." "This is getting a little far out," he said. "You will obey me Little Boy. There is no doubt about the outcome of our relationship. Tomorrow you won't see me until lunchtime. Bring at least six of your football teammates with you." Dustin usually ate lunch with three or four other guys on the team, so that wouldn't be a problem. He wondered how Shannon would humiliate him this time. Thursday during morning classes he recruited seven of his teammates to meet him for lunch. He led them to where Shannon was sitting with her friends, most of them giggling like typical eighth graders. "Hi Shannon," said Dustin. "Hi there Stud," she winked. "Are these all the big, strong football players?" "What's the deal Dustin?" asked Jake, a 225-pound tackle. "The deal is I got 20 bucks says not one of you guys can beat me in arm wrestling," challenged Shannon. The players quickly pulled out their wallets, anxious to earn a quick 20. "In fact, I'll pay each of you $20 if I can't beat all of you in less than 10 minutes. Let's start with you Big Boy," she said, nodding toward Jake. "Joy, you're the time keeper," she said to the girl sitting next to her. He sat down and placed his muscular right arm on the lunch table. Shannon's arm seemed so short and small by comparison. Jake took control of the match early and nearly pinned her in the first 10 seconds. But he couldn't finish off the little girl. Slowly, she worked his arm back up to even. Then, gradually, she started forcing his arm backward. No one could believe it. Several of the players gasped as she pinned his wrist to the table. Time: 52 seconds. "Who's next?" she announced. One by one the players sat down and Shannon defeated them. One she pinned in seven seconds. Another was left-handed. That didn't bother her a bit. She put up her left arm, taking only 20 seconds to beat him, even though that was her weaker arm. Dustin was the last to sit down. Shannon toyed with him for nearly a minute, but he knew seconds after the match began that he had no chance of winning. She finally slammed his arm to the table. "Five minutes, 42 seconds," announced Joy. "One little girl beat eight football players," Shannon said sarcastically. "I can't believe that. You guys better hit the weight room." The eighth grade girls howled with laughter. The other seven football players turned and walked away with their heads bowed. The arm wrestling contest had been a total mismatch. "Hope I didn't hurt any of your friends," teased Shannon. "Come on over and I'll make it up to you." Shannon pushed her chair away from the table and patted her leg, indicating to Dustin she wanted him to sit on her lap. He did without question. Shannon tucked a paper napkin in his neck and for the rest of the lunch period the eighth grade tomboy fed the senior quarterback his lunch, like a mother with her baby. The football players, eating four tables away, stared in disbelief. She called him that night. "Tomorrow you will meet me against for lunch," she ordered. "I want you on your hands and knees, crawling the length of the cafeteria to me." "But Shannon ... " "Don't argue with me. Do what I say. Understand!" "Yes Honey," he replied. Dustin Cameron had met Shannon David only a week ago. In just seven days the tough little tomboy turned the macho athlete into her slave. He had gone from everyone's hero to a pitiful coward. The way Dustin viewed it he had no choice. Shannon had defeated him so decisively in wrestling he didn't dare challenge her. She had also begun to discipline him, demanding he study more and, in another role reversal, helping him his homework. He was totally in love with the little girl with the curly blonde hair. "Gather 'round girls," Shannon announced to her friends when they reached the lunchroom. "I'm going to show you how to treat your boyfriends in the future." Shannon picked up a chair at the long table where the girls usually sat and carried it to the end of cafeteria, then sat down. Less than minute later Dustin appeared, as instructed, crawling on his hands and knees toward Shannon. Every student stopped, some standing on chairs and other on tables to watch Dustin. They laughed hysterically. He finally reached his 14-year-old mistress and looked up at her with sad, hound dog eyes. "Take off my shoes," she ordered. He did as he was told. "Now start kissing my feet, top and bottoms. Do not stop until I tell you." Shannon humiliated him for nearly five minutes like this. She then told him to go buy her lunch. He did, returning as quickly as possible, placing the tray on her lap. "Now on your hands and knees boy," she commanded. Dustin got down again and Shannon placed her bare feet on Dustin's back while she calmly ate her lunch. All the eighth grade girls stood and applauded their classmate's total dominance over the best male athlete in the school. When she had nearly finished eating she took a couple of bites from her ham and cheese sandwich, tossed them on the floor near Dustin's hands and told him to eat them without using his hands. Dustin leaned forward and gobbled up the small bites of sandwich. Shannon stood up, handed her tray to one of her friends, then sat down on Dustin's back. Her friend, Julie, handed her the dog collar and she slipped over Dustin's neck. She pulled a scarf from her pocket and tied it around his eyes, blindfolding the star pitcher "Now take me to my next class you little weakling," she ordered. The senior baseball pitcher began crawling, Shannon riding him like a horse, pulling on the dog leash to steer him in the proper direction. Over 100 students followed them out of the cafeteria as the little blonde continued to embarrass the 18-year-old male. Two of the football players in the group couldn't take watching the bold little girl treat their friend and leader like this. "Stop it," screamed one, a defensive tackle. "You and your friend want to try to stop me?" challenged Shannon, glaring at the two huge boys. She had defeated one of them in the arm wrestling show the day before. The two players looked at each other, realizing they had better not intervene. "No," said the defensive tackle, totally intimidated by the eighth grade girl. They both turned and walked away. His knees badly scraped, his hands hurting, his body aching, Dustin finally reached Shannon's history class. "Flat on your stomach boy," she ordered. Shannon finally stood up, told Dustin to kiss her bare feet then put on her shoes. She wiped them on his back, turning him into a human doormat. No one had ever seen anything like it. Shannon completed taking total control of the high school hero the next day. When the public address announcer introduced the starting lineup for Saturday home football games, Dustin Cameron always received the loudest ovation. This Saturday the P.A. announcer made a change. "Starting at quarterback, a 6-2, 185-pound senior, Dustin David." The crowd went silent. The little girl had forced Dustin to use her last name. On Cornwell's first play from scrimmage, from its 14-yard line, Dustin called a long audible. The coach couldn't figure out why he would check off from the look-in pass to the tight end that he had called. The Harding defense had no one in the area. Instead, Dustin rolled to the right and handed the ball to the wide receiver circling back. Harding over pursued the play, the receiver turned the corner and sprinted 86 yards for a touchdown. Shannon had called the play. The coach was furious. After the game, which Cornwell won 28-7 over previously undefeated Harding, Shannon met Dustin at midfield. She hoisted the quarterback onto her mighty shoulders and paraded around the field carrying him. The senior, who had a marvelous day passing, couldn't have been prouder of his new girlfriend, the week of humiliation almost forgotten. That night, on their date, Shannon drove Dustin's car as usual. When they returned from the movie, she drove to his house, kissed him good night and told him to get out. "I'll be keeping your car from now on," she said. "I love you so much Shannon," said Dustin. "I own you Dustin David," she said.