Bitch Slapped
by Matt2323@writeme.com



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I had just been bitch slapped by a girl, in public, and I thought it was the
worst humiliation I'd ever face. Boy, was I wrong.

Tasha is the girl who slapped me hard. She's 24, had long black hair,
piercings, tattoos on her arms and a fabulous little body. I'd always wanted
to do her. I'd never expected this.

I'd been dating her friend, who was present, named Camille. She was cute,
curvy, and a great woman, but she'd bored me. So, while she was out of town, I
decided to diddle with another girl, not present and not important at this
point in time. All you need to know is that Camille found out about it and
that she told her friend Tasha.

I was on a bicycle, heading back to my apartment near campus when Tasha,
driving a little Honda, cut me off. "Cheater!" She yelled. "Dirty, fucking
cheater!" I stopped short on my bike to avoid hitting her car. I was pissed
about being berated in public. I got off my bike, sauntered up to the driver's
side window and told her to go fuck herself. In the car was Camille, sitting
in the back seat, refusing to look at me. Next to her was Jeannette, who I
never respected because she's so meek and next to Tasha sat Andrea, a big-eyed
cutie who was also kind of a dork. Whatever, I thought.

I leaned towards the open window. "Don't be a bitch, Tasha."

Tasha raised an eyebrow. "I should get out of this car and kick your cheating
ass right here," she said.

Camille told Tasha that she didn't have to.

Didn't have to? Didn't have to? As if she could. "I'm shaking," I said.

Tasha opened the door hard, driving it right into me and knocking me back. I
lost hold of my bike and it hit the dirt with a cloud of dust. She stepped out
of the car. She walked over to me and stood right in my face. I was so much
taller that it wasn't chest to her ample chest. I looked down on her. I was
not going to be the victim here. Hell, I had all the power. I had the size, I
had the manliness, I had... I was me! I rocked!

"Do you really want to do this?" Tasha asked.

I laughed.

It really was a comical threat.

I towered over her.

She threw the slap. She caught me flush on the cheek. I'd never felt anything
like it. The force of the slap stung my entire face and I followed the
momentum, basically bending down to my right side. I straightened up. My eyes
were teary. But I pulled myself together. I looked her right in the eyes and
said, "Why don't you try that again?"

She slapped me a second time. Again, the pain watered my eyes and I bent down
to my right. Where her knee caught me sharply in the nose. She knocked me
right on my ass. Actually, I fell on my bicycle and it hurt badly as my ass
collided with one of the pedals.

She jumped on top of me, balled her fist and wailed away on my face. I tried
to cover up but most of her blows landed. I panicked down there as her fist
pounded into my face over and over again.

"Oh my God please stop!" I begged, suddenly sobbing.

Camille, Jeanette and Andrea had gotten out of the car and were standing over
me. I was humiliated, looking up at them. They snickered and giggled. Finally,
Jeanette guided Tasha away from me as Andrea pointed out that, "Mikey's
already crying, that's enough. Then Camille, my girl until I cheated on her,
smirked and called me a pussy.

Nobody calls me that.

I stood up.

Tasha stood in front of me, so confident.

I hit her so hard in the jaw that she just fell.

Ha!

Jeanette and Andrea tackled me before I could even celebrate. All three of us
went down to the ground. I tried to fight them off by they were on top,
punching, driving knees into my ribs, slapping me across the face. It was
hopeless and I cried and begged but they wouldn't stop.

Flat on my back in the dirt, Jeanette and Andrea stood over me. Jeanette
grabbed my right leg, Andrea grabbed my left. They pulled them apart. I looked
up, between my own legs, and saw Camille standing there.

Oh no.

I begged and pleaded but she ignored me and the kick almost drove my testicles
into my throat. Jeanette and Andrea let go and I rolled in the dirt, clutching
myself and bawling like a baby. Tasha got back to her feet.

"You like to hit girls, huh?" she asked me.

"No, no, no, God, please I'm so sorry..." I sputtered.

I got to my hands and knees and started crawling away from those vixens. But
Andrea and Jeanette quickly grabbed my feet and struggle as I did, I got
nowhere, especially when Camille's boot came down on my neck. She ground her
foot, pushing my face into the dirt. Every time I opened my mouth, I got a
swallow of dirt. i coughed and gagged and whimpered and pleaded to be let go.

"So, what should we do with the pussy?" Tasha asked.

"Well," said Camille. "He humiliated me. Then he hit you. I say strip him and
let him go home."

I panicked. I writhed and struggled and kicked, but Camille just drove my face
into the dirt again. Then she pulled my shirt over my head, using it to muffle
my breathing.

I managed to keep Tasha from my belt buckle for awhile.

But then Camille said, "If you keep making this hard, I'll come up with
another idea."

Through the t-shirt over my head, I apologized to Camille.

"Not accepted," she said.

I dared not fight as Tasha undid my belt and the button on my jeans. I dared
not fight as Andrea and Jeanette pulled them down, along with my underwear. My
legs were now tangled in my pants. My ass felt the summer air and then a sharp
sting as Andrea slapped it. Camille let her boot up up just long enough to
pull the shirt off of me.I tried to gather myself and maybe to pull my pants
up but the effort went nowhere as Jeanette and Camille held me down and Andrea
unleashed a savage spanking while Tasha yanked my pants and underwear off and
tossed them aside.

And there I was, in the dirt, bruised and humiliated, wearing nothing but a
pair of tennis shoes. I held my hands over my privates. Above me stood Tasha,
Camille, Andea and Jeanette. I did my best to cover my little privates. I
couldn't believe what had happened. I'd one thought of myself as tough but
these girls.... I would never think of myself as tough again.

"Finish him off, Cammie," Tasha said. "He used to be your man, after all, now
he's just a pathetic little bitch."

My mouth opened. In an odd, high tone, I screamed involuntarily. "Please, no!
I'm just a little bitch!"

Tasha stared down at me. "A man would stand up and defend himself," she said.
"A man wouldn't be cowering naked in the dirt after a fight with a few girls
who are half his size. But you barely even put up a fight."

She took her camera phone out of her pocket and started taking snapshots.

"You just gonna stay down there?" She taunted. "Is that it, Mikey? I shoot
pics of your pathetic little ass and you won't do a thing about it?"

That did it. Still covering myself up front, I rose to me feet. I was going to
strip Tasha and spank her ass. That was my plan, anyway. I was bruised and
hurting and naked in public, surrounded by the four of them, but I was ready
to end the embarrassment and hand out some retribution.

Tasha stopped me cold with a short jab to my nose that drew more tears. Andrea
and Jeanette each grabbed one of my arms and pulled them to the sides. I
wriggled away from them and recovered my privates with my hands. I couldn't
fight any more. I just wanted my clothes back. But Camille had my jeans and
underwear. She took my wallet out of my pocket and dropped it in her purse.

"Run home, cheater," she said.

"Please, Camille," I said, "I'm sorry. Can I have my pants back? I can't go
home like this."

"Sure you can," she said. "You can go home any way I say you can. And you look
fine."

" At least my underwear!" I begged.

She thought about it. Then she held up my tighty whiteys, inside out, exposing
a skid mark to her giggling friends.

"Looks like you're not ready for big boy undies," Camille said. "Why don't you
buy yourself a diaper on the way home?"

"You can't do this to me!" I protested.

But, she could. She knew it.

I went to pick up my bicycle but Tasha stood in the way.

"She said run home," Tasha explained.

I stood, dumbfounded.

"Okay, moron," said Tasha, "I'll give you a choice. Have a little more fight
and see what happens, and what's going to happen if we throw your cheater ass
in that car, drive you somewhere and kick you out, or... do what Camille
says."

I looked at Camille, begging for mercy with my expression.

"You heard her," Camille said.

I cupped my stuff in my hands and I ran while they laughed. I was out of their
sight when I realized that getting home would do me no good, as my keys were
in my jeans. I thought about that, crouched behind a dumpster, so damned
naked.