Kim's Chattel by groats Young blonde subjugates a male Kim was young, blonde, twenty and extremely attractive. The blue-eyed, fabulously formed and erotically legged young girl knew this as well. She treated everyone with a cool disdain and expected everyone to do exactly as she bid them do. It was an annoying trait in the young girl, and one day it really began to gnaw at me. Thus I said to her after she had been listing the faults of a number of my friends, "What you need Kim is a sound spanking on your backside." She sneered at me. "I would just like to see anyone try," and gave me a withering look. "I just might one day," I replied. "It would do you good to be humiliated and make you realize that being beautiful is not all there is to life." "One day is it?" she said. "Why not try now, or are you all mouth like all men?" She was annoying me intently but she was also putting me in a position where I would have to act out my threat. "Having second thoughts about your ability to spank me, you male skunk?" I was not, but I was hesitant. I was 26, 5ft 10ins and 12 stone 8 (176 pounds); Kim was 20, 5ft 4ins and 8 stone (112 pounds) it was a huge physical advantage and I was debating whether or not to ignore her taunts, but the gleam in her eye an her air of cool contempt for me decided the matter for me. "OK Kim" I said, "you have gone too far and I am going to give you a lesson that you will not forget." With that I took off my coat and advanced on the nubile young girl. Kim was cool and did not take her eyes off me and there was just the hint of a smirk on her face, but her girl friends were looking apprehensive. I wanted to get this over quickly, but it was Kim who reacted quicker. I lunged at her but she moved back. Momentarily off-guard she caught me with a blow to the solar plexus, it had been well-timed and it took the wind out of me and Kim quickly followed it up by grabbing my head and forcing it down below her breasts where she held it fast in a headlock of surprising strength. There was no doubt the young girl was hurting me. Bent double as I was, with my arms lolling, I could make little headway and any attempt at escape resulted in Kim tightening her hold about my neck and choking me. A few groans ensued from me and I heard Kim laugh. "What was it you were going to do to me, oh yes spank me; well how about this!" With those words she began to spank me with her spare hand. Desperately I struggled but to no avail. She hit me 50 times and at the end said, "Fifty sound spankings to remind you not to be so insolent to me in the future." My bottom stung and was very sore and my neck was being crushed, but with these words I felt perhaps the disaster would end. But any idea that my ordeal was over came to a very abrupt end, as Kim knelt down still holding me in the headlock. It had been the only hold of the fight and it had subdued me completely. Now my head was virtually on the ground and almost level with her crotch, and my bottom was stuck up in the air. "Please Kim," I said. "Shut up you worm," she replied. It was useless; she obviously was enjoying beating me up, particularly in front of her girl friends. The next ordeal for me was about to begin. Kim grabbed my left arm and bent it double behind my back. I let out a little cry of pain as she twisted it violently, and then she placed her knee on my arm to keep it firmly in place. Finally Kim released me from the headlock but with my head still on the ground the blonde champion arm-locked my right, and again I groaned as she twisted that one behind my back as well. The position was dire as I was lying on my stomach with both my arms captured by the youthful dominatrix, but the new hold was to be perfected. With my face on the ground and in great pain Kim then sat on it. Here I was a pitiful excuse for male claims of superiority my head firmly under a younger, lighter, smaller girl's bottom and without a hope in the world of unseating the young amazon. She then placed both my twisted arms between her upper and lower legs, in effect she was pinning me to the ground; my arms and my face were in agony. My life apparently was completely at her mercy. Obviously she could break me whenever she wanted. She must have held me like that for 10 minutes, when Kim seemed to have another idea and began jumping up and down with her bottom on my head. Crying helplessly I tried to plead with her but she would have no truck with me. "Shut up, you wanted to teach me a lesson but in reality I intend to teach you one." "I have learnt my lesson," I pleaded. To this Kim made no reply but merely reached down and grabbed my legs and pulled them back over my head. Now I was her total captive she held me like this for 30 minutes, but to me it seemed an eternity, before lifting her bottom off my face and said she would release me if I unconditionally surrendered and agreed to be her slave. Grateful for this opportunity I leapt at it and stuttered out a tear-stained groveling submission to the gleeful young girl. Humiliation as well as pain was searing through my body as I meekly agreed to be her slave. With that, Kim got off me and I lay wracked with pain, sobbing for nearly an hour. When Kim left the room with her friends I looked up and saw a chance of escape. As I opened the door I realized my mistake. "Trying to escape are we? A little more chastisement is perhaps in order. I believe it was unconditional surrender and slavery we agreed upon, and that means exactly that and no attempts at escape." She pushed me back into the room and wildly I attempted to throw a punch. Kim dodged it and landed 6 quick blows to my face; I crumpled to the ground. My mind was too groggy to speculate on what further treatment my blonde tormenter might have stored up for me, but it was only a second before I found out. Lying groaning on the floor I soon found my wrists held firmly by Kim's hands and her thighs were neatly positioned about my head. Her crotch was a mere centimeter from my blood- and tear-stained face. All in all a new degrading position, as the blonde strong-girl rode high on my chest and ground my arm muscles beneath her knees in a schoolgirl press the like of which I had never experienced before, nor wish to again. The pain was utterly intense and Kim kept me captive like this for 15 minutes and then ordered me to raise my head and kiss her crotch. As I did this latest humiliating task, her legs came around and she crossed them under my neck. Now I was pinned and, at the same time, my head scissored so that my face was crushed into her crotch. At least it meant that the watching girls could no longer see my face. Gradually the power of Kim's legs caused me to almost pass out. But every time blissful unconsciousness seemed to be arriving, Kim would relax the pressure. This torment continued for one whole hour with Kim nonchalantly laughing and chatting with her friends. At the end of the hour of enforced crotch worship I was returned to the ordinary schoolgirl pin again. Although agony, it was still considerably less painful than the previous hold. Kim smiled down at me. "Well little worm, what do you have to say for yourself?" A long silence ensued. "Nothing," she said "Good; as it should be. Now I want a humble groveling apology for your disobedience. If I deem it sufficient, I will release you from the pin." With that I began: "O, most great and glorious Mistress, whose superiority over me is such that it is a great honor to be beaten up by you, I beg most humbly and contritely that you will forgive my former misdemeanors and realize that I now forfeit everything I have and lay them at your feet for you, my Goddess, to dispose of as you deem fit and as is your inalienable right owing to the act that you are my Mistress and I little more than your chattel, and I am not even fit to eat your excrement, so being able to obey you is an honour of untold proportions." "Not bad," said Kim. "What do you think girls?" They all just giggled. "I will let you out shortly," she said and then she reverse pinned me and sat squarely on my face. I was becoming well acquainted with her pert bottom and crotch. Although I briefly struggled, a quick crunching of her bottom on my face put any more fight out of me. Kim the proceeded to strip me and, now naked beneath the triumphant Kim, my humiliation and despair plumbed new depths. Then, getting off me, she grabbed me by the hair and pulled me to a chair where she placed me back first onto it before again sitting down on my face. While keeping me there she wrote out a document, witnessed by her girl friends, in which I agreed to donate everything, including my life, to Kim. To save myself from further beatings I was compelled to sign it. Kim put it away in a desk before pulling me over her knees and giving me another 50 spankings. With that she tossed me to the floor and left the room, taking my clothes with her. What was I to do? If only I could go back in time and retract my statement about spanking the glorious Kim I would now be free and not the slave of this blonde amazon. However I determined to destroy the document so I went to the desk took it out and burnt it before crawling to the window and throwing the ashes away. Every movement I made was agony. Kim had beaten me up as I had never been beaten before. Not for one moment in the fight had I ever been equal with the young girl. It amazed me that one so beautiful could be so strong, or that one so strong could be so beautiful. Gradually I recovered and when, some 3 hours later, Kim came back I was no longer aching. But I had no intention of provoking her into further punishment so, when she ordered me to lick her feet clean I duly obliged her in this demeaning task. But trouble ensued when she went to the desk and the document was gone. She turned to me and said, "When will you ever learn? We want more punishment, do we?" I threw myself at her feet and begged for leniency. I claimed that she had beaten me so much that I had not known what I was doing. But Kim pulled me to my feet and I knew trouble was to begin again. Immediately I collapsed to my knees and Kim, thinking more pleas for mercy were coming, visibly relaxed. But by now I knew better; there was scant chance that Kim would spare me; she was reveling in my complete subjugation to her. It was quite apparent she enjoyed subjecting me to greater and greater humiliations, so I rugger-tackled her. In a moment of triumph I had her on the ground. But my success was short-lived. Suddenly, I was between her thighs, a head scissors had been engineered from somewhere and I whimpered pathetically. She crossed her legs at her knees and those lithe, beautiful legs, which I had always admired, displayed a steely quality that their appearance belied. But then, Kim's whole appearance belied what she had done to me. Helplessly I flayed my arms, but Kim just increased the pressure on my head and I felt that I was being suffocated by female thighs. Desperation was in my voice as I pleaded for mercy, but the cruel young girl continued to apply pressure until I passed out. When I came to, the situation was little altered. I was still in a head scissors, but there was a pile of knickers beside my head. When Kim saw my eyes open she applied the pressure of her thighs and, when I began to cry, immediately she thrust a dirty pair of knickers into my mouth and ordered me to clean them. This then was how the next hour was spent. I was held fast by the attractive young girl's thighs and learnt to never contradict her again. Every 15 minutes a new pair of dirty knickers was stuffed into my mouth to clean. Naked, defenseless and completely enslaved by the young Kim, I had learnt a lesson that I would carry with me to the grave. Beaten, bloodied and sobbing I must have seemed a strange contrast to the totally fresh, cool and disdainful Kim. She had routed me and I had been, in the jargon, utterly trashed. My future and my life were at Kim's command. As the final pair of knickers was removed from my mouth I knew - we both knew - I would compete no more. Every part of Kim's body had proved superior to mine and, loathe though I am to admit it, the younger girl is plainly stronger than I.