Kink: an origin story, Part 1
By Beta Man

She sat down in her chair. She wore a short skirt and I couldn't help but
notice how strong her thighs looked, but for once I was going to try and
put that out of mind. I made myself comfortable.

*"So, when did this start?"*


"I remember it started with my friend's mother. Most of my friends had mums
who looked, well mumsy, I guess, but one friend Sean McCauley had a mother
that simply looked womanly".

*"Womanly? And that's different from mumsy?"*

"Obviously. Mumsy looks like a mum, womanly looks like a woman, and to a
teenager that means the world of difference. Mrs McCauley, looked like she
drank martinis and could raise a little hell".

"*What did she look like?"*

"In my memories it's Diana Rigg in the Avengers, though I might be
projecting. She was also rumoured to have a black belt in martial arts".

*"A good look. Did Mr McCauley look like Steed?"*

"No. He looked like a man who woke up everyday knowing he was out of his
league, and it was only a matter of time before she left him. He also
looked like somebody whose wife knew martial arts".

*"And what were you like at the time?"*

"I was 14. It was my golden years. Not a care in the world. There was
nothing I couldn't do if I put my mind to it, sometimes even if I didn't. I
captained the school rugby team, my Sunday league football team, and
represented the school at boxing, cricket, tennis, swimming and athletics.
If anything it all came a little too easy for me. I gave everything when
competing, but barely practiced ahead of time".

*"How did your team-mates feel about that?".*

"They were fine, I was the star, and all the fun lay in the matches not the
practice so it was relatively common to cruise through practices".

*"So as the star player did you get a lot of female attention?".*

"No, it was an all boys school, so just the admiration of my peers".

*"So where does Mrs McCauley come into this?"*

"Well one day during the summer holidays Sean invites me to come with him
and his brother and sister to a newly opened sports centre just out of
town. I like Sean so agree. Mr McCauley's at work, so Mrs McCauley takes us.

"Once there we pair off. Sean and I are a team against his elder sister
Joanne, and younger brother Neil. It's soon obvious that the McCauley
children may lack technical skills but have an abundance of competitive
enthusiasm. Every possible activity becomes a competition.

"I can immediately see that Joanne is best at most games, while for the
most part Sean has the beating of Neil, so all I have to do is beat Joanne
and we're going to win. This isn't too difficult, I can do it for the most
part playing well within myself, the key is to keep it fun, and not look
too much like I'm trying too hard.

*"But you're naturally competitive".*

"I am, but I like close games, they're more interesting when teams are
evenly matched. Anyhow Sean and I have won the table top football, the air
hockey, the badminton, the basketball shoot, and the pool. When we are
about to play table tennis. It's best of three sets. A combination of luck
on our part, and some bad stroke choices from Neil finds Sean and I win the
first set 15 - 1. Neil however has had enough, throws his paddle down and
calls ping pong a ''stupid game played by stupid people'.

"Sean claiming another victory teases Joanne, but instead of forfeiting,
she asks her mum to partner her, 'it'll be a battle of the sexes, and you
two little boys are about to be schooled' she said.

"Full disclosure at this point, I liked Joanne, she was cute, and it had
been fun toying with her throughout the day, but now having jettisoned
Neil, she clearly felt it was time to indulge in a little smack talk, and
having been restrained throughout the day I felt no qualms in openly
dismissing their chances based on the day's events so far.

"It was a remark aimed at Joanne but clearly overheard by her mum, who
sashayed over to the table, before spinning the paddle in her hand like a
gunslinger, 'school's in boys' she said, and fist bumped Joanne.

"It didn't take long to see that Mrs McCauley had skills. So I would have
to take her, while Sean would need to beat Joanne. Unfortunately they
decided to target Sean and I was frozen out, they proved themselves
merciless as they focused exclusively on his weaker backhand. We lost the
set 15-3. It was our first set-back of the day, but Sean followed Neil's
example and put down his bat and said table tennis was stupid, though it
seemed like it was that he simply had no stomach to be bullied in the final
set.

"Joanne asked if I was going to forfeit the match, but I knew I had a good
chance two against one, I couldn't be frozen out of the set, and if I put
the ball in the right place I could sow a little indecision.

"Before I could answer Mrs McCauley suggested I play the first half of the
final set against one of them and then the second against the other. I
agreed although it would be slightly harder to disguise how I was playing
within myself.

"Joanne took the first half. No longer inhibited by a partner she played
more expansively. The rallies were more exciting and I raised my game
accordingly, I was still playing within myself, but I was having to earn my
8-4 lead.

"Then Mrs McCauley came to the table. She stood motionless for a few
seconds looking at the ball in her hand, before looking up at me. A slow
smile spread across her face. She tossed the ball in the air and hit a
serve deep, I stood ready to return, but it hit the edge of the table and
shot off at an unpredictable angle. She apologised and asked if she should
take it again, but I smiled and said 'no, these things happen, they will
even out over the course of the game. 8-5'. She served again this time to
the opposite side but again it hit the edge and shot off at an angle. Again
she apologised and offered to take it again. 'Not necessary, 8-6', I
replied, unsure as to how lucky she had been.

"I braced myself for a repeat, but this time though serving deep she put
enough spin on it that it ghosted past my paddle without me touching it. An
error that did not go unnoticed by Joanne, '8-7 mum, I think you've got him
rattled'. I smiled at Joanne and nodded in acknowledgement that I was going
to have to focus and maybe for the first time today, not hold back.

"I looked at Mrs McCauley, she held my gaze and smiled back. I could see in
that look, that like her children she was a competitor, however she clearly
intended to win. Good, this would be a victory worth winning, even if it
was just beating Sean's mum.

"I sent over a spinning serve that I believed would take her wide of the
table leaving me with an obvious winning return to make on the other side
of the table. What I didn't expect was a ferocious return that took me
wide. I managed to get my bat on the ball but it simply floated over the
table where she smashed it straight back at me. I had no time to get out of
the way and I heard Joanne laugh as she announced  '8-8 dead man walking'.

"I looked momentarily panicked, not helped by a further apology for hitting
the ball at me. Okay I thought hold nothing back, she's brought this on
herself. My next serve was hard and flat but she took the speed of it with
spin so when I tried to smash it back it swerved wide of the table by a
hair's breadth.

"'Unlucky, you deserved that with the flukes I had a minute ago', she said
apologetically, just before Joanne stated '9-8 and it looks, like he's in a
tail-spin, is there any hope for the plucky teenager to save himself from
the cunning wiles of the middle aged mum'.

'Sexy mum, surely dear', asked Mrs McCauley.

'He's taking a beating from a sexy mum', Joanne announced.

"Suddenly I found myself embarrassed. I was being comprehensively beaten by
Mrs McCauley made even worse by Joanne's teasing. Worse still I started to
feel myself getting aroused.

"I sensed Mrs McCauley was easing up now, and playing within herself, she
took the next two points easily enough by moving me around the table until
I was out of reach of her clinical return.

"If anything this was worse she seemed to be patronising me, as though I
was not worth the effort. Of course I wasn't, she was out-classing me, and
humiliating me, and once that thought struck me I could feel a definite
arousal twitching below, not helped by Joanne bellowing '11-8. That's seven
consecutive points that the captain of the rugby team has lost to the
'sexy' mum'.

"I'd never felt this way in a sporting encounter before, even when things
weren't quite going my way, I could find some reserve to fight through, but
here I was trying everything I knew, yet still being beaten non-chalantly
by my friend's mum, and, even more embarassingly, finding myself being
turned on by it.

"My final serve I slowed down and put as much spin as possible on it, she
returned it with reverse spin, and so began a rally that went a little way
to restoring my pride, until I became aware that I was visibly sporting an
erection at which point I lost my concentration and the point, 12-8.

"I was now trying to cover myself with my bat, hoping that it might not be
as noticeable as I feared, but Joanne's silence suggested it had caught her
eye. My only hope was that Mrs McCauley hadn't noticed, but the smile on
her face, and the exchanged glance with Joanne suggested that she had.

"The two fierce serves that followed, along with a final serve that hit the
edge, as though to prove it had been no fluke, wrapped up the game in just
a matter of seconds, and I was able to limp off while Joanne announced 'a
convincing 15-8 whitewash for the sexy mum over the once proud schoolboy
superstar'.

"Joanne spent a few more minutes teasing me and suggesting that her mum
take me on at the other games I had won. She asked if I was taking it hard,
and then laughed continuously for the next five minutes, but worse yet was
the journey home where Neil kept stating that he couldn't believe that his
mum had beaten the school rugby captain at table tennis, at which point,
Joanne would speculate what their mum might have done to me had she tried
any of the other games. 'I mean she handed you your ass on a plate 11-0,
though to be fair it wasn't your ass that caught the eye'.
I could see Mrs McCauley's expression in the rear view mirror, she was
looking at me and smiling. I felt myself blush and again I could feel
myself stiffen.

*"So that's when it started? Why did it matter to you?"*

"In one way it didn't. It was ping pong for chrissakes. It wasn't as though
she had bested me at football or rugby, but I guess I'd aways been the
person who won, who determined when to be charitable, when to go easy, and
yet here she was non-chalantly beating me without giving it a second
thought."

*"Were you sexist?".*

"Yes, but ony because everybody was, which is no excuse, and maybe it's
karma that it has caused me so many complications. Life seemed simple, I
was good at sports and everybody looked up to me. If I was going to 'have
my ass handed on a plate", it shouldn't be by a womanly mum who made me
hard and seemed to enjoy it."

*"But it was only ping pong?"*

"It was, but then there was an incident with a self defence group.

"One day about three years later, after rugby practice myself and my friend
Paddy, a second row forward, six foot three and 18 stone, were asked if we
wouldn't mind helping out with a self defence group, we were told it would
get us out of Maths, so it seemed a no-brainer.

"We turned up in the sports hall still in our rugby attire and found
ourselves stood in front of twenty or so women, some were schoolgirls,
including Joanne, but mostly women in their thirties or forties. And at the
head of the class stood Mrs McCauley dressed in a judo outfit. She smiled
at me and I blushed, as I had on every occasion I met her since that day.
My rudimentary biological knowledge hoped that blushing would mean the
blood would not be rushing anywhere else, but somewhere below a stirring
convinced me there was no scientific proof for that theory.

"I had spent a disproportionate amount of time reliving that day at the
Sports Centre trying to understand my feelings and what they meant. I'd
spent even longer day-dreaming scenarios where I defeat Mrs McCauley not
only regaining my sporting self-esteem, but also earning her begrudging
respect.

"I had applied myself to sports, no longer solely relying on  natural
ability, I trained and prepared methodically. I was now reaching a physical
maturity and time spent in the gym was certainly bulking me up into
manhood. But seeing her again I suddenly felt vulnerable once more. The
last three years had brought me sporting triumph after sporting triumph,
but despite the popular acclaim that I received, there was always that
silly game of ping pong shaming me.

"Mrs  McCauley welcomed us, 'Well ladies we are truly lucky today to have
two such muscular and sporty young men from our local boys' school, to help
us practice our new techniques, and if I'm not mistaken one is the
illustrious star player of their rugby team, so be sure to make them very
welcome, and please be careful not to damage them'.

"Paddy gave out a chuckle at the very idea.

"'So would one of you gentleman be so kind as to attack me from behind' she
asked, looking at Paddy. He gleefully stepped forward, while I was both
relieved and yet disappointed.

"'How do you want me to attack you?"'he asked.

"'Surprise me', she replied.

"Paddy smiled from ear to ear, "sweet", he said.

"'Would you like some protective padding before we start?' she asked.

"'No, would you?', he replied with a little laugh.

"'No, but thank you for your thoughtfulness, I will remember that later',
she smiled sweetly.

"Without warning he lunged at her from behind hoping to wrap her up in a
headlock, but he found himself grabbing air as she eluded his grasp and
used his weight and momentum against him to throw him over her hip and on
to the floor. Paddy clattered on landing and looked surprised. Mrs McCauley
gave me a smile I could feel in my shorts. She held him down by twisting
his arm straight and placing a foot on the back of Paddy's neck, he was
clamped to the floor, and any wriggling on his part caused him even greater
pain, which she explained to the smiling class.

"Watching her manhandle, drop and control Paddy was definitely having a
physical effecf upon me below, and I was worried that there might be a
repeat of the table tennis incident but this time with a much bigger
audience.

"Mrs McCauley asked Paddy if he wanted to swap with me  but a clearly riled
Paddy was looking for revenge, and said no he'd be fine.

" 'Okay, well while Paddy gets his breath back, would anybody like to try
that throw on our other brave volunteer?'.

"Joanne stepped forward. She had the biggest smile on her face. In the last
three years she had really blossomed. She looked like a younger, more
innocent version of her mother. She carried herself with a confidence and
seemed to possess a mischievous air which gave me pause for thought.

"'Can we do this slowly, so I can just be sure of the manouvers?', Joanne
asked. Her mother smiled and indulged her.

"I slowly grabbed Joanne from behind, she pushed herself backwards up
against me, she could be in no doubt that I was aroused.

"'Are you carrying a concealed weapon',she whispered to me, and I couldn't
be certain, but it felt like she clenched her buttocks in a way that seemed
to hug my throbbing penis. If it was possible to get harder then I just
did.

"A split second later she threw me over her hip and I found myself on the
floor beside Paddy looking up at these two women and nursing both a
helpless desire, and more urgently a raging erection, which I tried to
conceal by rolling on to my stomach, but Joanne controlled me just as
assuredly as her mother had Paddy. So each time I rolled over, she simply
twisted my arm till I had to roll back. I feared that this continual
rolling must have looked to the onlooking women like I was trying to
conceal a shaky sundial in my shorts.

"Joanne then asked her mother if it was inappropriate to do a victory pose,
but didn't wait for an answer. She flexed her biceps and placed her foot on
my body, the class cheered, but her mother shook her head, possibly because
she could see just where Joanne had chosen to place her foot, which was
giving me both pain and exquisite pleasure in equal measures and certainly
running the risk of me having 'an accident'.

"'These two young men have come here to help us, and we should be grateful
rather than arrogant', said Mrs McCauley with a sincerity, that seemed at
odds with how she was still keeping Paddy down, floundering like a fish out
of water.

"Lying there on the floor and being both subjugated and brought to the
brink of coming felt like a defining moment for me, but I was also aware
that as long as I was a hormonal teenager in thrall to contradictory
desires I was going to be confused for some time to come.

"The rest of the class was taken up with women of varying ability slowly
practicing moves on me that Mrs McCauley illustrated on Paddy. Where she
was decisive, imposing and almost cruel, most of the other women required
my assistance diving or rolling into a fall, though that didn't stop them
from giddy celebrations. I was relieved that Joanne didn't perform any more
throws on me, but then I was surprised to find that I was also disappointed.

"But if I was having it easy, Paddy was looking broken and embarassed and
as the class ended he  grabbed and lifted Mrs McCauley when she was not
expecting it. I moved to help her, but Joanne stopped me, and said 'you
can't help him now', and sure enough Paddy already lay bent double at her
feet whimpering and holding himself tightly. Mrs McCauley bent down to help
him up, but he flinched and scuttled away. It happened so quickly it seemed
to pass unnoticed by many, but it seemed to upset Mrs McCauley who left
immediately.

"I found myself alone in the hall with Joanne stacking the crash mats.
Unsure what to do, I stood foolishly watching.

"'Enjoying the view?', she asked.

"In truth I was, but I knew that was the wrong answer. Unsure exactly why,
I found myself saying, 'Paddy was way out of line at the end there, but
your mum maybe shouldn't have humiliated him so much'.

"'You sound jealous', Joanne teased me. 'If you think how she got you
excited with a table tennis bat, who knows how you'd respond if she started
manhandling you'. I could feel myself blush, and once more I could feel the
stirring of betrayal in my shorts.

"'I'm... not....jealous' I stuttered.

"'Good, because it felt to me like you found me manhandling you to be quite
pleasurable', she smiled and turned to walk away.

"'It still seemed harsh on Paddy', I called to her.

"She stopped and came back to me. 'That was the purpose of the whole class.
Surely you could see by the way most of those women had no real skill that
it was set up to punish Paddy. He's been behaving badly to his girlfriend,
well ex-girlfriend, but nobody would believe her, so that's why we had him
come here today and had mum humiliate and hurt him'.

"She then shrugged, smiled and turned away again.

"It took me a minute, and Joanne was almost out of the door, but I called
out, 'was I chosen as well?'.

Joanne looked at me, 'do you want the truth?'. I nodded.
"'We needed somebody else so it wouldn't just look like a lynch mob, so I
suggested you. We needed somebody who I could toy with while mum continued
hurting Paddy'.

"'What made you so sure you could toy with me'? I asked.

"'An educated guess? Oh and also because I've got a black belt in judo, and
you've got a teenager's control of your erections', she smiled once more ,
and on cue I felt myself harden. 'But it was nice how you indulged the
ladies with their moves, I almost felt guilty about toying with you
earlier'.

"'Almost, but not quite?' I asked.

"'What can I say, there's a delicious thrill in taking a confident and
skilled sportsman, and dominating, humiliating and stripping him of his
confidence, until all that is left is his raging hormones. It's an acquired
taste, but it runs in the family'.
She smiled and turned to leave. 'We should make plans' she called.

"'You want to date me?', I asked smiling.

"'God no, are you not listening? I plan to dominate, humiliate and control
you', and with that the door slammed behind her, leaving me both thrilled
and terrified.

*"We should leave it there till next time",* my analyst said.
*"But please remember I'm an analyst, not a therapist. So I won't be curing
you, just helping you to understand".*

*"*I appreciate that", I said smiling, "it's also what the priest said to
me in confession".