My First Orgasm 
by Linda E.mail:-    linda.el@tesco.net
A boy is beaten at boxing by a younger girl


Our teacher, Miss Weston, told us about a youth club she was helping to 
run in the Congregational Church. It was for ten to thirteen year olds. 
We were mostly eleven years old, and about half of our class went along 
to the first meeting. 

There were about a dozen kids from other schools there as well, and we 
were placed into four teams with roughly the same number of boys and 
girls in each team. 

We played a few team games, then we split up. Miss Weston took us girls 
down to the Lower Hall and left the Minister with the boys in the Upper 
Hall.  We did some dancing and some gymnastics and chatting and it was 
pretty good fun. We found out later that the Minister had started to 
teach the boys boxing. 

The following week I went along again. This time the Minister wasn't 
able to be there. After our team game session, Miss Weston told the boys 
to rig up their `ring' and do their boxing while she took us downstairs 
again. We got changed for gym. This was easy. We didn't have any special 
outfits, like leotards. All we did was take off our skirts. We all wore 
navy-blue cotton briefs underneath. We tucked our blouses into the top 
of our briefs and we were ready! 

Miss Weston started us off working on the mats, then went off to see how 
the boys were getting on. 

After about ten minutes, which seemed to us a lot longer, some of us got 
fed up working by ourselves, and went upstairs to see what was going on. 
I must admit that we really wanted to see the boys boxing as this was a 
new thing in our town. No one had ever had the opportunity to do boxing 
before! 

I was quite excited at the idea of watching the boys fighting each 
other, and I knew that several of the other girls felt the same way! And 
I'm pretty sure Miss Weston felt this way as well as she was watching 
the boys so hard she didn't even notice us arriving! 

Bennett was in the ring. The ring was a rope wound around two stone 
pillars which flanked a raised stage at one end of the hall. The rope 
ends were fixed to a couple of hooks let into the back wall. This made a 
square bounded by the rope on three sides and by the wall on the other 
side. 

Bennett was a new boy to our class. He was a lot older than the rest of 
us on account of having moved around a lot and so he'd missed some 
schooling and was a couple of years behind. He was the biggest boy in 
our class and was chasing poor little Garrett round the ring, swinging 
punches at him which would have knocked Garrett's head off if they'd 
landed. 

Garrett was looking totally desperate, and was practically running 
backwards to get away. He tripped over his own feet, sprawled all over 
the floor, pleaded severe injury and wouldn't fight any more.  

Miss Weston asked if anyone else wanted to take on Bennett, but nobody 
did. Then Doris Sowman piped up. 

"I'll fight him, Miss," she said. 

I felt a thrill surge through my body. Doris was something else. She was 
tough. She could climb trees and jump off the school wall and do things 
boys did. She had a scrapbook of bits cut from comics which had pictures 
of girls beating up men.  

She showed me once, and there was one where a girl called Mary Marvel 
beat up this huge guy who was causing trouble in a  Wild West Saloon. 
After she finished beating him up he wanted her to be his girl friend, 
which I thought a bit odd, but I didn't know much then!. 

Her favourite was a whole comic which had this female secret agent 
killing loads of Nazis! She was Doris's fantasy self I think. 

We all liked Doris though she never played with dolls or anything but 
enjoyed dancing and gym and was brilliant with skipping ropes and at 
stopping boys from spoiling our games. She'd stand up to them and tell 
them to go away and they did! Scary! 

While I still had a flat chest and skinny legs, Doris had developing 
breasts and curvy hips and thighs. She was a tough tomboy, but all her 
girl bits were in the right places! And she was quite tall; taller than 
most of the boys, except she was just about a head shorter than Bennett. 

There was a lot of fuss at first. Miss Weston wanted us girls to go back 
downstairs, but we didn't want to. We said to her how it would be good 
for girls to learn boxing too, and we could see she really wanted the 
contest to go ahead anyway. 

Bennett wasn't too enthusiastic about fighting a girl until we all 
called him a `scared chicken', and he said he'd box her and Miss Weston 
said she'd blow her whistle to stop the fight if anyone (meaning Doris) 
was in danger of getting hurt. 

Doris put on a pair of gloves, and the fight began. 

Bennett came into the centre of the ring with his fists up in a sort of 
a boxer's stance with a sheepish look on his face. 

Doris launched herself at him. She was bent almost in two. The top of 
her head was aiming straight at Bennett's stomach and her arms whirled 
like a windmill. 

Bennett, standing upright, was completely bewildered by the one-girl 
whirlwind. She was all over him. A couple of punches landed, more by 
luck than judgement, on the boy's face. His nose started to bleed. He 
was driven backwards. 

Us girls jumped up and down and cheered as Doris tore into the taller 
boy. Miss Weston made no move to blow her whistle. She was as excited as 
the rest of us! 

Bennett was driven back against the wall. He was desperately trying to 
ward off the girl's whirling fists but her punches were flying at him 
like she was flailing wheat. 

Another punch thumped into the boy's face, and another, which smacked 
his head back into the wall. He began to cry, slumped into a half 
crouch, with his head buried in his arms and cowered against the wall, 
crying while Doris waded into him.  

She was upright now, standing over him, punching him unmercifully, her 
eyes gleaming, her small breasts heaving as she hit him. 

I felt something strange happening. My hand had gone between my legs 
without my even realising it. I wanted to rub myself. My legs were 
trembling. My insides were surging. I was confused. I was a girl. I 
should be disgusted at seeing someone, even a boy, being beaten up, not 
enjoying it so much that I was dizzy with pleasure! I was having my 
first orgasm and I didn't realise it. 

Bennett went down onto the floor, with Doris still hitting him. 

Miss Weston blew her whistle, then rushed in to stop the fight. It must 
have dawned on her that she could maybe get in trouble for allowing 
Doris to carry on punching Bennett, because she was all over him with 
concern. 

Doris stood over her male victim with her arms raised in triumph, an 
erotic image of girl beating boy which makes me hot whenever I remember 
it! Us girls gibbered at each other in delighted disbelief at a female 
victory and the boys stood around looking dismayed while we taunted them 
with our celebration. 

Then Dixon lost his temper and wanted to fight us all, and Doris told 
him to get in the ring and she'd give him the same as she gave Bennett. 
We all dared him to take on Doris but he turned red and chickened out. 
Miss Weston had to calm everybody down and told us it was only 
`sparring' we'd seen, sort of friendly boxing, and nothing much really. 

But we knew better. We'd seen a girl beating a bigger boy at boxing and 
it felt good. It was all we could talk about on the way home, and we all 
said we wanted to have a go at boxing next week. 

However, something must have happened, because there was no more youth 
club. Miss Weston said the halls were being redecorated and the club 
might start up again next Autumn, but it never did. 

I felt kind of sorry for Bennett, being beaten up by a girl in front of 
everybody like that. But, like the guy in Doris's comic, it only made 
him her devoted swain. She let him hang around while we played skipping 
and things and  made him hold one end of the rope a lot. I couldn't 
understand why he wanted to do this, but, as I said before, I didn't 
know much then. 

One day, when we were all in the park shelter because of the rain she 
made him take his clothes off and show us his cock. The other girls all 
had brothers and it was no big deal for them, but it was the first time 
I'd seen a boy naked and it looked both repulsive and fascinating at the 
same time. 

Doris let me touch it, and it felt very hard and powerful and alive. I 
had that nice runny sensation in my stomach and the top of my legs when 
I held it in my fingers and I could tell that Bennett didn't want me to 
let go. He kept thrusting himself back and forwards in my hand, and I 
got the shock of my life when he came! 

The other girls thought it was hilarious, but I could only stand there 
in a sort of pleasant confusion as Bennett's whole body jerked about 
while he spurted dollops of what looked like clotted cream all over the 
place. 

Doris was quite annoyed with Bennett. She stood in front of him, legs 
apart, one hand on her hip, wagging her finger under a subdued Bennett's 
nose and telling him how dare he cum without her permission! 

The boy just stood there, his head hanging down, his face red with 
embarrassment, looking thoroughly miserable as the girl berated him. 

"You deserve a good spanking!" she said, "and that's just what you're 
going to get!" 

Doris sat down and hitched up her skirt. She made a protesting Bennett 
drape himself over her thighs so that his nicely taut backside stuck up 
in the air. Then she took off one of her gym shoes, twisted one of his 
arms up behind his back so that she could hold him in position, and 
brought the rubber-soled shoe down on his butt with a solid thwack! . 

This was fabulous! I mean, a big, strong boy being spanked by a girl was 
just alpha plus! 

At first he squirmed and yelped every time the girl hit him. After about 
ten shots, he began to cry and begged Doris to stop. (This was so sexy I 
was orgasming like crazy!) But she kept on beating the poor boy until he 
stopped begging, and stopped squirming and just lay there sobbing and 
whimpering as the smacking gym shoe turned the cheeks of his butt bright 
red. 

When Doris got tired of spanking him, she simply rolled him off her lap 
so that he lay on the floor, his whole body heaving as he sobbed his 
heart out. 

Doris was quite unmoved. She stood over the crying boy and made him look 
up at her through his tear stained eyes. 

"Let that be a lesson to you!" she admonished. "Don't you ever cum 
without my permission again! Do you understand!" 

I think Bennett said, "Yes Miss Doris," but I'm not sure. I was too 
enthralled by the sight of Bennett's cock. 

It was thrusting up like the Eddystone lighthouse. He'd just been given 
the spanking of his life, and he had a huge erection. 

I couldn't believe it. In our sex education classes we were told that 
boys got erections when they were ready for sex. All Bennett was ready 
for was cowering! I didn't understand it! 

But, and I'll say it again, I didn't know much then!