Don't you ever slap a woman's butt 
by Chrysler
Why wimps should avoid doing so


Friends had been telling him that it's all because of his nature, but he
always blamed so-called "#no luck in women". In folk's opinion, Peter was too
haughty. Boasts, boasts and more boasts. Girls quickly got aware of
self-fishes like him and kept away. His height of 5.64 feet tall and age of 25
were only adding to a picture of a total wimp with overblown self confidence.
Maybe if he could buff himself up a bit- script for a gym sessions? - he
wouldn't be seen as a cocky chicken who begs for a jab in a face.

In a moments of truth however Peter agreed with them. True, he had a height
complex. He also lacked a strong will -that's what prevented him from starting
a regular training. What's more, whenever he arrived at a music club, he
couldn't help himself from not treating girls as a "#prey" and himself as a
"#hunter". His exaggerated pride always forced him to slap their asses as a
greeting.

But maybe this time things willgo different? One night ago he met a girl
called Caroline. She danced on the floor and Peter thought he caught an blink
of eye she sent him. He was too drunk to decide if it was real or not, but he
also was too drunk to prevent himself of not slapping her ass. She turned
around with a mean look... but then cheered up. They started to talk. I mean:
she nodded her head while he kept on feeding her with false stories about cars
he didn't really have and alcohols he will buy her, if she only gives him a
phone number.

And that phone number called him the next day. "#Peter? Hi, it's me, Caroline!
Listen up, you still have that bottle of old scotch? You ain't chickin',
aren't you? What would you say about a sip or two with me and my friend,
Emma?" "#Old scotch? From where the hell I'm going to get it?!" he thought but
didn't let her know about hesitation. "#Sure!" he answered "#But only if
there's still something left for you... In other case we'll have to get
something even better! You're calling quite late, sweetie." He just couldn't
change his way of thinking. Loosing a height complex was too much for him to
bury. He also heard somebody standing next to Caroline repeating his
"#sweetie" with a mockery. "#Alright! So where's your place?" "#I'm will text
you that in a moment. Just keep in mind that there's a hell of a mess here."
"#Nevermind. In fact, we were thinking about doing it nonetheless. Bye!" just
before she hung up, there was a loud laugh in a speaker. He sent her his
address, cleaned his room a bit and went shopping. He couldn't afford a good
whiskey of course but there were plenty of other alcohols to choose from.

A door ring buzzed. Caroline was standing in front of him, wearing jeans and
tight t-shirt. Wavy blonde hair covered her beauty face. "#Hello! Good to see
you. That's my friend, Emma." Emma looked like... like... Well, she didn't
look like a muscle monster woman. Her figure was very feminine. She had a
round face with a small nose, big eyes nad awesome lips. Blond hair were cut
at the height of arms. But Peter just couldn't figure out how much of a day
she had to be spending in a gym. Those roundy shapes of muscles at her arms
looked like a effect of professional strength woman training. She had muscle-
bordered stomach, wifebeater (in this case the name was almost spot-on)
fulfilled with nice breasts and leggings which wrapped around brick- crushing
legs like a duct tape. It had to be gym. Finally, she was 6.23 feet tall and
standing next to her made Peter feel like a little worm. "#H-hey Caroline.
Co-come in." Peter said ashamed. "#And what about me, you're not going to
greet me?" Emma asked, when he had closed the door. He drew his hand and then
Emma crushed it with a hamme... with her own hand. She twisted it behind his
back, tighten the hold and listened as Peter started to yell. "#Well, well,
Caroline! It seems that our plan is going to be easy! What about you, mister"
she stated to Peter "#It doesn't feel good when you're greeted in a way you
don't expect, right?" "#Stop! Stop!" he begged while twisting in pain "#What's
up with you?! Ouch!" "#What's up with us?! Shall I remind you who'd slapped my
friend's ass in a club last night?!" "#My God, jest release me!" "#In a
minute. Just confess: you slapped her or not?" "#Yes... Yes! I did!" Emma
released his hand and pushed him forwards. Peter landed on a living room's
floor. Before he managed to stand up, Emma's foot flattened him on a carpet
again. But she also didn't seem to care about him too much. She focused on a
table instead. "#Wow, Caroline, look at that!" she exclaimed, crushing Peter's
back and leaning for his hands "#Yummy! Peter had thought about us and
prepared some stuff!" "#Hold on a second, I'm lacing off my shoes!" "#Oh crap,
I forgot about mine... Peter, I hope you don't have anything against crushing
you with trainers instead of socks, do you?" she asked gripping his wrist
tighter and then pulling his torso up while pressing her foot at the same
time. Peter's spine bowed in a amazing degree. "#AAAARRRRGHHH!" "#Alright,
alright! It wasn't even that hard! But what would I like to expect from a wimp
like you." guy's torso landed hard on a carpet. Pain was tripping along
Peter's spine, coming out from his loins. He wanted to rub it but Emma was
still holding his hands. "#Oh, Caroline!" he saw other friend's socks when she
stepped into a room "#How tall this jerk could be?" "#Why the hell shall I
know that? My neighbors dachshund is taller than him." Peter was listening to
the conversation gasping. The pain was stunning... "#What... the hell... do
you want from me?" he asked after regaining some of his strength. "#You have
invited us for some whisky, don't you remember?" Caroline replied and sat on a
coach. She put her legs on a table, started to snack a grapevine and browsed
wines labels. "#Great! It's not old scotch but still looks fun! Emma, do you
know how much alcohol this thing has?!" "#I don't have any clue, but maybe
this young man underneath me will know" she lifted him again, pressing
poorman's loins into floor. Pain stunned his body again. It hurt as much as a
hot iron would. He started to kick air like a madman. And screamed. "#NOOO!
AAARRGGGG!! STOP! AAAA!" He tried to free himself out but Emma held his wrists
too tight. "#STOP!!! NO!!!" His body slammed on a floor again. Emma released
his hands this time. They fell down with a"#smack". She turned Peter over and
looked at his pain-grimming face. "#He's gonna whine like that for a moment"
she commented and turned towards her friend "#Would you mind turning on TV?
Oh, wait, remote's here." she headed to a bookcase standing next to a opposite
wall. Peter perceived his chance. When Emma had been stepping over him, he
pulled her leg. She fell to the ground, luckily securing head with hands.
Youngster gathered all of his strength. He tried to stand up by gripping her
leg... but instead of getting stabilized, he slipped her leggings off a bit.
Half of a muscular hip flashed. Nonetheless, Peter jumped at his victim with
fury. "#Wow, that's a fighter" stated Caroline as Peter was "#trying" to
"#pin" Emma down.

Emma turned over and entwined him. Round shape of her muscular arms become
even more visible as she strained them. During a fight, Peter slid his fingers
across them few times. They were cold and sturdy. Like an iron. Finally they
outfought his own below-average bicepses and pinned his arms next to the head.
"#Look at that, we've almost got a chance to wrestle!" she said and sat on his
chest. Peter tried to free himself - without luck. All he managed to do is
moan. He was too weak. His self-confidence started to deflate and switch
places with... will of surrender? "#Emma, are you going to get that remote?
I'd like to watch something more enjoyable that this prick." Caroline asked.
They were conversing and Peter got saw her panties. Emma was sitting on him
and her spread-wide leggings showed her underwear. "#Wowowow! What have we
here! First you tried to put off my pants and now you want to see my thongs?
You have to deserve that, my friend. Let's see what you're hiding below that
shirt first! Caroline, you wanna watch?" "#No way, my eyes will bleed!" "#But
I'm interested in." she lifted her round butts and tear his t-shirt apart
"#Oops, I think I've damaged your t-shirt... We won't be needing this
anymore." she said and threw the piece of fabric away. Emma saw his bare chest
and laughed out loud. "#What were you thinking of! You look like that and you
want to see my panties? What you deserve is... umm..." "#A bitch-slap to
face!" Caroline exclaimed. "#That's right! Here you are!" "#Ouuch!" Peter
bellowed, when a cold and hard hand hammered his cheek. The she stroke him
again. And then with second hand. Blam! BLAM! "#No! Please! Have mercy!
Leave... OUCH! Alone!" She was unstoppable. Peter tried to cover his face with
hands but she moved them aside one by one. Her strength was too much for him.
She lacked a sign of remorse. He lied below her motionless... and she enjoyed
that very much. "#Have you enjoyed your treatment?" she asked when Peter's
face turned completely red. "#Now you're ready to see some panties. Have a
look!" She raised to her knees, moved up to his face and sat down blocking his
air support. His nose, jaw and neck were also hurting badly. "#Mhhhmmm!
Mhhhmmm!" he tried to articulate some sort of objection, but Emma's butt
prevented him from opening his mouth. It also prevented him from breathing!
"#I don't hear you, wimpy-wimpy!" "#I think his trying to tell you that you're
choking him. But in fact, if somebody would sit on me like that I won't be
feeling good too. Cheers to you and to your ass." she said and took a long sip
of semi-dry wine. "#Mmmm!" Peter felt as his lungs pumped less and less air.
He kicked in the air. But Emma was unstoppable. She choked him as hard as she
only could. She stared in his eyes. And there was a pure fury in her daze. She
wanted to crush him. Badly. Literally. Peter's brain started to loose control
over's body muscles. Every heart beat seemed to pump even less blood. "#Mmm!!
Mmmm!!" And then, suddenly, Emma stood up. Poorman started to gasp like a fish
lying ashore. Athletic girl put her foot on his chest. Her calfs and hips was
unbelievably strong. "#I wanted to crush you, you know? When you gasped below
me, totally under mine control... I wanted to beat the hell out of you... But
no, not yet. Caroline" she turned towards her friend "#Have you left something
for me?" Caroline was lying on a couch and looking at half-naked, gasping
Peter, raising the bottle of wine from time to time. She gave her friend a
sip. Emma nodded with appreciation. Then she sat down next to her. Peter just
couldn't move. He was completely wrecked. "#Could you turn a TV on?" Emma
asked. Caroline smiled and stood up. She moved towards TV set and trampled
lying Peter's chest. Pain threw his body up in the air. "#Garbage." She turned
on TV and stepped on guy's chest once again while walking back. He screamed in
pain but somehow managed to kick Caroline's leg. "#Look at that!" Emma
exclaimed "#Somebody's asking for a whooping!" Caroline turned over. Look at
her face? That's what you call a *fury*. "#Now! You're! Getting! It!" she
screamed and jumped in Peter's direction, landing on top of him. "#I WILL
CRUSH YOU!"

They started to wrestle. He tried to get off her but beating taken previously
was too much for him... He lost to much of his strength and Caroline was so
fast! He had to figure out something more useful than regular wrestling... And
he thought he found it. He gripped her hair and pulled back as strong as he
could. Caroline bowed her back and screamed in pain. But she didn't loose any
fight-will, oh no! She started to bitch-slap blindfold hoping to finally smack
Peter's face... And she did so. "#Aiiiii!" Peter yelled while covering face
with hands. Caroline took her chance. She stood up, turned Peter over on his
stomach, lifted his legs and grabbed his feet. Then she lifted his lower body
part high in the eir. "#AAAA! AAAA!!!" His scream only encouraged Caroline to
keep the hold pressed longer that she initially thought. He kicked and punched
the floor as he would like to beg Caroline for mercy.Then she let him free,
leaving him lying prone, gasping and yelling.

Few minutes later Emma showed up. Her strong hands grabbed his arms. "#Shall
we finish?" "#You better do!" replied Caroline. She lifter Peter up to his
knees. Caroline was standing in front of him, puliing up her tight jeans. Emma
forced Peter to sit on his soles. Caroline's butts were wobbling just in front
of his nose. "#You like to spank women's butts, don't you? Now you will have
to excuse her for that. You know what you're going to do?" He was still
gasping. His face was completely red. Chest hurt so hard... They'd beaten him.
And now they were going to humiliate him. They got him. He was all their.
Caroline stuck her ass out a bit. "#What, don't you like my booty now?" "#Kiss
her!" Emma screamed and pushed his head into a Caroline's butt. "#I don't feel
any lips move!" Caroline stated. Emma kneed Peter into the ribs. He yelled.
"#Shall I do that stronger?" He didn't want to do it. But their were going to
beat him if he won't do so. She kissed Caroline. "#Mmmm..." she purred. "#Once
again, please..." He gulped. And kissed. How does it feel, wimpy? We've
humiliate you sohard... We've beaten you... We've forced you to kiss
Caroline's ass...Now, kiss her a bit lower, yeah, right here... And you
couldn't evenhelp yourself a bit! What a total waste of manhood!"

About twenty kisses later Caroline said that she had enough. Emma threw Peter
to the floor and turned him supine. She lied down on him and pinned his hand.
Peter tried to knock her off but then she flipped to her side. She wrapped his
waist with legs and neck with arms. Then she tighten the hold up.
"#Ghrrrrghghhh! Hghhh!" "#You look tired. I think you deserve a bit of sleep,
you know?" "#Hhhhhhghg!" "#Calm down... Emma is goint to look after you during
your nap..." "#Hghghgh..." "#Yes... Now close your eyes..." "#Mmppfff..."
Peter's body went limp. Emma let him free. He flatted on a floor face- downed.

Athletic girl stood up and took a long look at knocked-out Peter's body.
Shorts he were wearing during a fight had slipped down. She tookthem off,
letting his bare legs land on the floor. He was now lying in underwear.
"#Caroline, bring me a lipstick from my purse, please." After a while Peter's
speedos were decorated with rose-red sentence "#Don't you ever slap a girl's
ass. Girls have just kicked mine."