The First Time I Was Really Beaten by a Girl




When I was a senior in high school, there was a girl a year younger than me
named Anne. Anne had transformed from a tall, gawky 15 year old into a
luscious, sexy junior with long legs, a firm, full ass, and pendulous, plumply
rounded breasts. She was time stopping, all the boys would freeze with their
mouths open whenever she rounded a corner into view or clicked down the
hallway in her high heels. She frequently wore 4 inch heels and micro
miniskirts with tight, black thigh high stockings. Over her bulging bra, she
wore a white tank top barely covered by a transparent, long sleeved white
dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up. How or why her parents allowed her out
of the house like this was a mystery. Even the male teachers were in awe of
her.

Without the heels, she was a good 5'8" compared to my still growing and
decently built but skinny 5'7" and 120lbs. She was well toned and muscled from
gymnastics, though she had grown too tall to remain on the team, and must have
weighed at least as much as I did. I ran some track and was in decent shape,
but from the snatches of her flat, firm abs I had caught when I'd seen her in
gym class and her full, firm thighs and well toned arms, it was obvious that
she was in much better shape than I was. Still, she was a girl and I was a
boy, and like most boys, I took it for granted that boys were stronger than
girls and could beat them up. And she was a year younger than me, which would
make losing to her that much more embarrassing.

It happened during the physical fitness test my senior year. Our gym class was
co-ed, and Anne and I had ended up partnered together. I held her feet as she
did sit ups, and held the rope for her as she climbed it. I could see her pink
panties up the legs of her short, loose gym shorts, and her breasts were
fighting to escape from her sports bra. She caught me looking at her several
times, but didn't seem to mind. She looked at me like she understood that I
couldn't help it.

Just as class was ending and the other students were leaving, she waved me
over and had me stand facing her. She put her hands on my shoulders and
instantly I had an erection.

"I noticed you liked looking at me during class. You were embarrassed, but you
couldn't help it."

I was embarrassed and looked down at my feet, then back up at her breasts,
then into her eyes and back down again. She pushed me hard against the wall
and smacked me across the face, the leaned into me and grabbed my crotch.

"Kinda like now. You're humiliated that I'm treating you like this", she
slapped me across the face and continued, "but you like it anyway. You can't
help liking it."

I tried to push back but she grabbed me by my shirt front, pulled me up, and
slammed me back hard against the wall 3 times in quick succession, then
slapped me hard across the face again while I was still stunned.

"Oh please, don't even try. I could kick the shit out of you and we both know
it."

I couldn't look her into her eyes. She definitely had me intimidated, which
was worse in some ways than getting beaten up. She must have sensed I was
thinking this.

"Backing down to a girl? A girl who's a year younger than you no less? How
humiliating for you!"

I thought about punching her, but was honestly afraid to try it. She grabbed
my crotch again and laughed.

"And you still like it! You can't help yourself! I have you owned. I own you
twice." she laughed.

I tried to push her away but she pushed back gently this time, grabbing my
left wrist and twisting it behind my back while she was still facing me. She
leaned into me and put her breasts into my face. She put her lips to my ear.

"There's no shame in backing down to someone you can't beat. You'd be stupid
not to." She twisted my arm for effect and I yelped. "I could destroy you
without even breaking a sweat."

With my free right arm I reached up slowly, thinking about grabbing her hair.

"Don't even think about it. Put it on my ass, where you really want to."

I put my hand on her firm ass, probing it as respectfully as possible. She
told me to feel her thighs and her stomach so I did.

"Do you feel it now, how I can do the things I'm doing to you? Do you know how
hard it is, how much exercise it takes, to have a body like this?"

I nodded yes unthinkingly and she twisted my arm hard. Before I could scream,
she covered my mouth with her other hand. Once I calmed down she moved her
hand away from my mouth, down my neck. She reached down and pulled my shirt
up, and started rubbing my bare stomach.

"Anne, why are you doing this to me?"

"I don't know. Because I can. To put you in your place. I see you drooling
over me everyday. Isn't this what you want? Isn't it? Am I not butch enough
for you? Are you too much of a faggot to appreciated me?"

She slapped me hard across the face again and my eyes started to water.

"Oh please. Don't tell me you're a crybaby, too! A wimp and a crybaby!"

She let go of the arm behind my back and reached down and grabbed my ass. With
her other hand she rubbed my stomach, up the side of my ribs, then yanked my
head back by my hair and kissed me hard on the lips.

"You're my little bitch, from now on, understand?"

I was on the verge of tears, but also extremely grateful. "Thank you thank you
thank you" I blubbered.

"Pitiful. Boys are so weak. You meet me here after school every Tuesday and
Thursday from now on, understand?"

I started to tell her I had band practice on Tuesday and she smacked me across
the face again.

"I'm not asking you, I'm telling you. And if you don't show up, I'll beat the
shit out of you next gym class, in front of everyone. Understand?"

I opened my mouth to speak but she covered it with her hand as she pushed her
crotch into mine.

"Just nod if you understand."

I nodded and she smacked me lightly on the cheek twice. She said I was a good
boy and turned slowly to walk around. She turned back once to catch me
drooling over her ass and laughed at me.

Harold Stonicifer