Mary the Meter Maid
by M.C. - written for DTM / Amy's Conquest
A pretty meter maid teaches a tough, arrogant college football player respect for the law - and a few other things





Mary Martin loved her summer job. The pretty 18 year-oldhigh school
graduatebeat out nearly a hundred other applicants to become a meter maid,
thusenabling her to move out of her parent's home and save up enough money to
pay for her tuitionat the local university at which she'll beginattending in
the fall. She loved the freedom and independence her job gave her. And, in
addition to all that, she also loved her small three-wheeled motor scooter that
she uses to drive around town. Most of the traffic citations she issued were for
minor infractions like expired time on parking meters or for parking in a red
zone without a permit. When the drivers saw her writing out a ticket and
complained to her about it, Mary could usually disarm them witha smile and a
polite, "sorry sir, but I'm just a girl doing her job." But one day shewas
confronted with a situation that required her to use a more "forceful" method...



It wasjust after elevenin the morning and Mary was making her rounds near the
university (where she would begin attending in September) when she spotted a
sleek yellow Porsche parked in a handicapped zone next to a gym.She noticed
that the car did not have a handicapped license sticker on it which would
indicate that the driver had permission to park there."Too lazy to walk a little
bit further to the gym eh," she said to herself, "well, this is going to cost
you." Mary parked her scooter next to the fancy sports car, dismounted and began
to write up a citation. All ofa sudden she heard a loud voice from behind
hershout,"Hey, what do you think you're doing?"



Mary turned around and saw a very large, extremely well built man coming out of
the gym. He wasdressed in a training outfit and, she surmised, was the driver
of the Porsche. The meter maid flashed him a pretty smile and said,"I'm just a
girl doing herjob sir. You're parked in a handicappedparking space without a
permit so I'll have to cite you for it."



"Like hell you will!,"he barked. "Do you have any idea who I am?"



Mary looked at him a bit more carefully and, after a moment, replied,"Yes,
you'reBill Bower, the star linebacker of the university's football team." Then
she added,"but you should know that this spotis clearly marked as ahandicapped
parking space - not for big, strong, well-conditionedathletes like you. So I'm
still going to have to write you up; it's the law."



"You'll do no such thing!," Bill growled as he approached her.



Surprisingly, Mary remained calm."Mr. Bower, you may be an important athlete on
the campus, but that doesn't mean that you're above the law. You've committed a
violation and I have no choice but to write you a ticket. If you feel it's
unjust, you can always fight it in traffic court."



"Well miss smarty pants, I'll be making millions of dollars when I'm in the NFL
in acouple of years while you'll still be making your measliy what?Fifteen
dollars an hour?"Bill was only a few feet away from Mary now - his massive six
foot-four inch, 225 pound frame seeming to dwarf the five foot-five inch, 130
pound girl. But the intrepid meter maid didn't show even a trace of fear - she
was beginning to lose her composure however.



Maryhad dealt with arrogant, conceited jocks before when she was in high
school. She despised them; people who think that - like Bill Bower - because of
their athletic abilities, they're entitled to special treatment. They've been
told they're special for so long that they actually believe that they are. "Mr.
Bower, perhaps it would be a wiser choice for you to just accept the fact that
you were wrong rather than try to intimidate me. Trust me, it will be much
easier that way...for you that is."



"And just what do you mean by that girlie?"



Marydidn't respond to his question (could she be baiting him?).She just
continued to write out the ticket...but with a strange grin on her face now.



Bill showed no sign of backing down; if anything, he was even angrier now.
Hereached out and tried to grab Mary's ticket book, but, in a lightning quick
move that surprised the large jock, the little meter maid put up her arm and
blocked him. Mary now realized that her usual tactics of avoiding a
confrontation weren't going to work with this guy - he was muchtoo arrogant and
self-important. So she would have to resort to something a little more
"persuasive" to convince him of the error of his ways.Mary placed the booklet
on her scooter and tied her long, pretty brown hair into a ponytail. Then,
looking up at the large man confronting her, calmly said,"Mr. Bower, I think you
and I need to have a little talk in private. Please follow me."



Mary then began walking towards a narrow alleywhich separated the gym from
another building and motioned for Bill to follow her. She led him deep inside so
that nobody from the street could see them, thenturned around. "Mr. Bower, I
think someone needs to teach you respect for the law...and I'm just the girl to
do it."



Marytook her rightarm back and - SLAP! -cracked Bill hard across the face
with her open hand. SMACK! She then backhanded him before he even knew what was
happening. The purpose of Mary's slaps were not to hurt Bill (though they did
sting quite a bit), but to rile him into fighting - a tactic which worked to
perfection. Furious now, Billthrew a wild right hookthat Mary easily ducked
under and which left him unprotected. THUMP! THUMP! THUMP!Mary drove her
small - butamazingly strong - fists deep into Bill's stomach several
times.WHACK! Shethenfollowed those witha solid right uppercut to his jaw
whichsent the large football player reeling backwards.

He tripped over a garbage can and landed on his back."First round to the girl,"
Mary laughed.



"Why you bitch!" Bill roared as he rose to his feet. "You're dead meat now!"



As the 225 pound athlete charged towards her, Mary calmly waited,she was even
smiling. "Bitch is it? Well then, in addition to teaching you respect for the
law, it looks like I'm also going to have toteach you some manners on how to
respect awoman too." Bill reached out to grab her but the meter maidgrabbed
him first and in a perfectly executed judo throwflipped the much larger man to
the ground. "Really Bill," Mary said with a laugh,"you're making thiswaytoo
easy for me." Again Bill got up and stormed over to her. WHAM! POW! CRACK!
SMASH! And again,with a seriesof well-placed and powerful punches followed by -
THUMP - a hard kick to his jaw, the much smaller girlsent him back down on the
pavement. And while she waited for Bill to get up, Mary untied her ponytail and
fluffed up her pretty hair; then tied it back into a ponytail.



Mary could have won the fight very quickly had she have wanted to - simply by
kicking Bill in the balls or using her full strength on him. But that, she felt,
would be cheating; and besides, it's not nearly as much fun. This way she can
not only teach Bill a well-deserved lesson in humility, but Mary can also
practice her martial arts skills - something she doesn't do as often as she'd
like to anymore since she began her job as a meter maid.



Had anybody been watching what was happening in the alley that day, they would
have been amazed at what they were witnessing. Here was little Mary Martin - all
five-feet five inches of her - using the six-foot four inch, 225 pound football
star for punching bag. And as she did so, Mary reflected on how she was able to
do it. "It was so wise," Mary thought to herself as she smashed a hard thrust
into Bill's mid-section,"for my mother (a martial arts expert with her own
dojo)to enroll me in her karate class when I was just five years old." WHACK!
A powerful right cross sent Bill reeling backwards. "Iearned a first
degreeblack belt by the time I was twelve, and now I am a third degree dan."
SMASH! A roundhouse kick to Bill's head put him on his back for the fourth time.
"As big and strong as thisguy is, he's just puddy in my hands. I'm not even
working up a sweat."



Whilethe mighty Bill Bower struggled to get to his feet, Mary took out her
hairbrush and calmly began to stroke her ponytail. Before he got up completely
however- WHAM! - Mary put him down again with a hard kick across his face while
she continued to brush her hair. Once more he tried to rise but - SMACK - Mary's
lethal footdropped him again. "Boy, some tough guy you are," Mary teased. "I
can beat you up and brush my pretty hair at the same time; tee, hee, hee." BAM!
After putting Bill down yet another time, Mary put away her hairbrush and
finally let him get up. Ashe staggered towards her,Mary again reflected on her
mother.



"And mom was right about the self-confidence martial arts gave me too." POW! A
kick to Bill's jaw was followed by - THUMP! - another into his mid-section.
"After all," Mary thought,"if you can beat up any guy in school, what do you
have to fear?" WHAM! Mary's right fist met Bill's jaw...with the fist winning
and Billfound himself on the ground yet again."You're spending so much time on
your back Billy, that you should have brought a pillow along," Mary giggled. It
took Bill a little longer to get up this time, allowing Mary to take out a nail
file and filea few ofher fingernails, humming to herself as she did. Thenshe
glancedat her watch and sighed. "Well Billy, as much as I'm

enjoying this, it's almost time for my lunch break. So I'm afraid I'm going to
have to end this little fight of ours."



THUD!Mary drove her left fist deep into the gut of the now almost helpless
jock, and then - WHACK! - slammed her right into his jaw. Thenfinally - CRACK!
- another powerful roundhouse kick to his head sent Bill spinning completely
around and down, only this time he wasn't getting back up. For a few moments
Mary just stood over him, smiling as she gazed down at the big, strong,
toughfootball player that she had just beaten into submission. She was
relishing her victory. Then she sat down on his chest and, with her open hand,
started slapping him back and forth across the face - not as hard as she could,
but hard enough to hurt. And while she did so, the pretty meter maid also gave
him a piece of her mind.



SLAP! "You ought to be ashamed of yourself Billy." SLAP! "A big, strong guy like
you trying to intimidate a little girl like me." SLAP! "When all I was doing was
my job." SLAP! "So I can save up enough money to start attendingthe university
next fall." SLAP! "I didn't get a full athletic scholarship like you did." SLAP!
"And I don't drive a fancy car like you do." SLAP! "And you were very rude to
me." SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! Still straddling him, Mary put her hands on her hips and
said,"Youdeserved this beating you arrogent, conceitedjock. You deserved
every punch, kick and slap."



Mary then took out a small pink container from another of her pockets, opened it
and began to powder her nose. After she finished her nose, she untied her
ponytail and brushed her hair again.And then a thought entered her mind, a
thought that made her giggle. "I just had a lovely idea Billy. You're going to
join me for lunch today -whether you want you or not." Mary reached down and
grabbedBill firmly byhis hair.Then shegotup, yankedhim to his feetand
beganto drag him out of the alley.



Again, hadanybody been watching from the street that day, they would have
witnessed a very strange sight. First, they would have seen little Mary Martin
leading the big, strong, tough Bill Bower into the alley. And then, less than
fifteenminutes later, seen her emerging from the alley (looking like she just
came out of a beauty parlor) while dragging the battered football star behind
her. Avery strange sight indeed.



Mary ledBill over to where her scooter was parked and paused...for she now had
a small problem. Her scooter only had one seat and there was no room for another
person- least of all a six-foot four inch, 225 pound football player. So,
what's a girl to do? Mary pondered the situation for a few moments and thenan
idea occured to her. "Tell you what Billy, you're going to be my cushion." Mary
tossed the disheaveled jock across the seat of her scooter on his belly and then
sat down on his back. "O.K. then, let's go for a little ride, shall we."



As Mary drove her scooter through the streets ofthe town, many people stopped
and stared (I guess the sight of a pretty girl riding ona scooter, her long
beautiful brown hair blowing in the wind behind her as she drove while sitting
on top of a badly beaten football player, might have caused a fewheads to
turn). When she passed by some of her girlfriendsfrom high school, Mary smiled
and waved. "Isn't that Bill Bower, the star football player?" one of them asked.
"Sure is," Mary replied as she whizzed by,"and he makes such a compy seat."



A few minutes later, Mary pulled up to the small cottage she rents. "O.K. Billy
Boy," she said as shepulled him off the seat. "I'm having something very
special for lunch today...you." She dragged the once mighty Bill Bower inside
and led him straight into her bedroom. "But first, you called me a bitch and I
said I'd teach you a lesson for that. And since I'm a girl of my word, you must
be punished." Mary sat down on the edge of her bed andyanked the hapless Bill
Bower across her knees. She pulled down the training pants he was wearing and
then his boxer shorts, leaving Bill'srear end totally exposed. "My, my, what a
cute tushie you have there Billy," Mary laughed. "I think 20 good spanks should
do it."



SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! As Mary's strong right hand - a hand that can turn solid
wooden boards into toothpicks andshatter bricks - smacked hard against Bill
Bower'sbuttocks, whatever was left of his masculine pride began to collapse
like a house of cards. And asshe spanked him, Mary remembered something her
mother had told her several years earlier...



"When you want to break down a male's ego Mary, try doing 'girlie' things while
you're beating them. Like brushing your hair or powdering you nose; it
drivesthem absolutely crazy. But it's a spanking that really completes the job.
A boy or a man will eventually come to terms with being beaten up by a female.
They'll rationalize it by saying something like "she knows karate'' and their
chauvanistic ego will slowly return. But if you spank them after the beating,
their masculine pridewill then be totally crushed. So if you want to teacha
guya lesson he'll never forget, always give him a good, hard spanking after you
beat him up; like I did to your father."



"You spanked daddy?"



"Yes dear. When we were dating in college he was a pompous, self-importantjock.
I wouldn't have cared except that I liked himvery muchand saw that there was a
lot of good inside him.But his macho ego kept getting in the way. So one day I
gave him a good beatingand took him over my knees.Andthat'show he became the
kind, sweet, loving husband and father that he is today. Never underestimate the
value of a good spanking honey."



Mary smiled as she recalled that conversation. "My mother is so wise," she
thought. SPANK! The count reached twelve and Bill was sobbing. By fifteen he
broke down completely. "Please, please stop this Mary," he begged.



Mary paused for a moment."Are you going to apologise to me for calling me a
bitch?"



"Yes! Yes! I'm sorry. I'm so sorryI said that to you. Please stop spanking me!
"



Thearea of the carpet below Bill's head was now soaked with his tears and
onceagain Mary relished inthe complete dominiation she had over him. Here was
this once proud, arrogent jock,that shehad reduced to nothing more than a
pathetic crybaby in less than an hour. She found that very titilating...arousing
even."Very well then Billy," Mary said after a few moments,"but I did promise
you 20 spanks, and as I said, I'm a girl of my word." Bill shuddered when he
heard this.How could he survive five more of Mary's vicious spanks? Butthe
pretty meter maidtook pity on him. She put her hand a few inches above Bill's
battered buttocks and tapped lighty,"16,17,18,19 20. There, we're done. I hope
you learned your lesson today Billy Boy. Because next time I'll give to thirty
spanks...and all of them will be hard ones!"



"I...learned my lesson," Bill quietly sobbed.



"Good, now it's time for lunch." Mary made Bill get up and strip off all of his
clothes. Then she ordered him to lie down on her bed on his back with his head
over the side. After stripping herself, Mary sat down on Bill's chest with her
pussy a few inches from Bill's mouth. When she noticed the look of shock Bill
had on his face, Marysmiled. "What's the matter tough guy? You've never been
pussy whipped by a girl?"



"You, you can't do this," Bill protested meekly.



"Oh can't I? And what are you going to do about it, tough guy? Tell the police?"
Mary began to giggle. "I can just see the headlines in the newspapers tomorrow:
'Mighty Bill Bower - beaten up, spanked and raped by little Mary Martin'. You'll
be the laughingstock of the whole town.You'll have to leave the state. And you
can certainly forget about ever playing in the NFL. I mean really, what team
would want you after word of what I did to you today ever gets out? No Billy,
I'm afraid youwon't be telling anybody about this encounter of ours -it'll be
our little secret. Mary reached down and put her strong hands around the back of
Bill's head and forced him up into herpussy."Enough talk Billy - it's
lunchtime, pleasure me!"



Forty-five minutes later, Mary and Bill emerged from her cottage. She had a
smile on her beautiful face, he looked like he'd been put through a meat grinder
(which, in a manner of speaking, he had). Mary led Bill over to her scooter
andslung him acrossthe seat. She then sat down on him again, turned on the
ignitionand off they went. Rather than taking the shortest route to where
Bill's car was parked however, Mary drove around the town for a while, enjoying
yet again the feeling of the complete dominiation she had over him."You really
do make a comfy seat Billy," she laughed.



When Mary finally drove up to Bill's Porsche,she yanked him off her scooter and
dragged him over to his car. "I've got some good news for you Billy," she said.
Since you apologised to me and learned to respect the law, I'm not going to
write you a ticket; but let you off with just a warning. Next time, park in the
proper place!" Mary made a fist and playfully tapped Bill's still swollen jaw.
"Because the next time, I won't be so easy on you." The mighty meter
maidgiggledand added," and thanks for a wonderful lunch."Mary returned to her
scooter, but before leaving,she smiled at Bill and said, "see you in the fall
Billy, when I start at the university." Andthen she was off.



Bill Bower staredin silence as he watched Mary drive away. In fact it was
several minutes before he could even move.When he finallydid getinto his car,
all he could do was sit there. He was trying to come to termswith what had just
happened to him. Only a fewhoursearlier, he was the mighty Bill Bower, the
star linebacker of his university's football team. He was a strong, tough
athlete, beaming with self-confidence. Then, in the course of a mere two hours,
his whole worldview was turned completely upside down. First, he was
"girlhandeled" - battered into submission by a meter maid. Then, hewas tossed
across the seat of her scooter while she sat on him and triumphantly drove
around town for all to see. This was followed by ahard spanking which left
himcrying like a baby. And finally, she forced him to pleasure her. He, the
rough, tough, Bill Bower was totally dominated and humiliated by an 18 year-old
girl!



But the thingthat Bill just couldn't get over about this experience with Mary,
was that in a very strange way -in a way that he couldn't comprehendor explain
-was the fact that the feeling of being completely dominiated by this girl left
him feeling aroused...very aroused in fact. What the hell was going on? He
wondered.



For practically his whole life, Bill hadtried tobe amacho man -a strong,
tough guy. He felt he had to dominiate everyone around him. That's the image he
had of himself and it's also probably why he never kept a girlfriend for very
long. And now that image was shattered - smashed to bits by Mary Martin.For
inbeating him up, spanking him and then forcing him to pleasure her, Mary had
utterlycrushed his macho image. But the strangest thing about all of this was
that for somereason he felt relieved. It was as if hehad beencarrying a
tremendous weightaround for a very long time, and nowthatweight had suddenly
been liftedfrom his shoulders. Bill Bowerfelt at peace - an innerpeace that
he had neverfelt before. And after much thought and reflection, he finally came
tothe realization that he owed it all to the mighty little meter maid.



Two Hours Later...



While makingher final rounds of the day, Mary Martin drove her scooter up to
the bright, yellow Porsche that was still parked in the handicapped zone with
Bill Bower sitting in it. "Still parked here Billy? she said. "I may have to
give you a ticket after all." Mary got off her scooter and approached the car.
Billy looked up at her and she saw that there were tears in his eyes. "What's
the matter Billy?" Mary asked softly. Then she looked deeply into his tearful
eyes and understood everything - in a way thatonly a woman could. She opened
the door of the Porsche and silently motionedfor Bill to get out. Without a word
being spoken, she led him to her scooter and pointed to the seat. Helaid
downover it (willingly this time) and Mary sat on top of him. "Did I ever
mention what a comfy seat you make Billy?" she giggled. Mary then started up her
scooterand drove straight to her cottage.Again, she led Bill straight intothe
bedroom - and this time they didn't emerge until the following morning.


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