Fight With a Babysitter
By GW
Big redheaded housewife seeks to teah snotty teenager a lesson
 
 
The following is a fictionalize letter to the Editor of the old Cavalier
 magazine's Fight Time Column. Like most such letters, I suspect it is fake
 and should be read as fiction. It contains F/F n/c seex and other adult themes
and is meant for adults only.

Dear Fight Time Editor: 
 
             I'd really get hell if my wife ever knew I was writing
this letter. But she's quite religious and very prudish.  She hates
"smut"magazines as she calls anything that I like to read, so its
not likely she'll get to read this, if you should print it. 
 
Her name is Sheila, my wife that is, and she's a big, beautiful
redhead with a temper to match her red hair. Last summer, when a
snotty teenager teased her at the beach that she was too old, and
too fat to wear a bikini, and kept it up, riding Sheila all
morning, it led to a fight between the two of them, to settle it. 
 
Dot, the teenager is the kid sister of Sheila's college roommate,
Nancy. Nancy and her husband Ned were spending the weekend  at our
summer cottage. Unfortunately they brought Dot, who's a real pain.
Dot does baby sit for us some times, so we couldn't say no. 
Luckily our kids were away at summer camp, so they  weren't around
to see their mother brawling with their baby sitter. 
 
I must say, Sheila's not really fat. She's anything but that. She
is big- not tall, or very tall anyway, only 5'6"-but big. I mean
big bones, big hips, big butt and most of all big boobs--40 D, I'd
say. None of its flab either. She's really solid, and her waist is
very trim  for such a big built girl. Its because she does
aerobics's exercises three times a week at the local health club.
She swims a lot too with the kids and plays lots of Tennis. As for
being old, she's just thirty, only old if you're sixteen, like Dot. 

Sheila certainly looked good enough to me that morning, and I think
Ned must have agreed the way he was staring. Nancy is a skinny,
older version of her kid sister, so Ned appreciates Sheila's zoftig
build. Sheila's too sexually repressed to wear a real skimpy, hot
looking, Bikini of course. She actually had on a very conservative
black, two piece bathing suit that came close to covering her
naval. Its just that with all that curvy, pink cream, flesh to try
to cover, there just  wasn't enough material to go around, so
Sheila looked like a ship wrecked sailor's wet dream. 
 
I think Dot was just jealous of the way my wife looked in the
bathing suit, and Sheila knew that too, but after almost two solid
hours of Dot's stupid remarks, Sheila finally had enough. She
yelled that what Dot needed was a good spanking and went after her
to give it to her. I grabbed her though because I didn't think her
fighting with a teenager was a very good idea. I know what a strong
woman Sheila is, and I was afraid she might hurt the kid bad. 
 



Ned and Nancy convinced me though that Dot had brought it on
herself and deserved anything she got. Dot said she wanted to fight
Sheila, and if "the old bag' won she could spank her. Of course if
Dot won she said she wanted the same privilege and just to make it
interesting the loser should be the winner's slave for twenty four
hours. 

Well Sheila was so mad, she would have agreed to anything to get
her hands on the nasty little brat. The rest of us agreed we'd let
them fight without interfering as long as nobody was in danger of
getting seriously hurt. It was to be a free for all, no holds
barred.  
 
Now Dot is only about 5'5",and 115 pounds. She runs on her H. S.
track team, and doesn't have a bad little figure, although her face
might look good on a dog. Next to Sheila she looked like a real
nothing. I didn't expect this was going to last very long. 
 
By the time they got started, they'd both cooled down a little,
even my hot headed redhead, and they just circled around each at
first. Finally Dot made a grab for Sheila's neck, but Sheila got a
hold of her instead. She twisted Dot around so she was facing the
other way. Then she tried to get a hammer lock. She was just
shoving Dot's arm up her back when the teenager slammed her other
elbow backwards, straight into my wife's stomach. Sheila grunted
and let go of Dot's arm.  
 
When Dot turned around, Sheila was sill kind of doubled over, and
Dot punched her right on the chin with her right fist. Sheila
stumbled backwards off balance and Dot grabbed her by the arm. What
happened next was a shocker. Dot judo tossed Sheila and flipped her
head over heels down on the ground. Sheila landed flat on her back.
Dot looked kind of clumsy using the judo throw, but she must have
had a few lessons some time in her life, because it worked. 
 
Sheila scrambled right up. She didn't look hurt, but she had a 
really surprised look in her big blue eyes. She was rubbing her
behind. It must really have smarted from her hard landing. She took
some gymnastics in college though, and sort of knows how to take a
fall. 
 
Dot chirped cheerily, "I hope I didn't hurt your big fat ass
Sheila." Now that really set Sheila's red haired temper off again,
and she jumped right at the smart mouthed teenager. Sheila was so
mad she left herself wide open. When she grabbed Dot around the
neck, the kid hit her, one, two a shot with each fist right in the
bread basket, well  below her naval too. It looked like Sheila was
hurt this time. She groaned and doubled over holding herself with
both hands. 
 


Dot didn't give Sheila any time to recover. She was right on her
and got her in a head lock. She held Sheila in the head lock, and
shot short jabs into Sheila's trapped face with her free hand.
Sheila started yelling at her to let go and stop. "Do you give up?"
Dot asked her. Sheila yelled back "No, darn you, I don't give up!"
and she managed to pull her head loose. 
 
Dot whirled around before Sheila straightened up. She grabbed hold
of her, by her long red hair. Sheila squealed out loud. Dot must
have had some experience in gutter fighting, because instead of
just pulling on Sheila's hair, she used it to jerk Sheila's face
right down into her upcoming knee. Dot's knee straightened Sheila
right up on her toes and she came down on her knees. She looked
hurt and in a daze this time. 
 
Dot ran up behind her, and ripped off the top part of Sheila's
bathing suit. Sheila made a grab for it but missed. Dot reached
around and rubbed it in Sheila's face. Then she threw it away, and
grabbed Sheila by the hair again and pulled her over backwards. 

Sheila's main concern seemed to be  her bare chest. She was
mortified to be half naked even though there was nobody there but
me and our best friends. Sheila's face got all red and she tried to
cover up her boobs, not an easy job because they are big. She was
so concerned over losing her bra top, that she hadn't even tried to
get loose when Dot grabbed her hair. 

By the time she started fighting to get loose, it was too late. Dot
had her down flat on her back and was dragging her along the stony
beach by the hair. Sheila was screaming bloody murder. Now it was
impossible for her to cover her chest, and her huge boobs were
bouncing free all over so everyone got a good long look at them.
Ned tongue was almost on the ground. 
 
When Dot got tired of dragging the big redhead around, she jumped
down on top of Sheila's chest facing her legs. Somehow, she pinned
Sheila's strong arms between her own skinny thighs and calves, so
Sheila couldn't move them. 

Dot was sitting right on my wife's face, with her crotch pressed
down on it. I could tell Sheila didn't like that one little bit.
She was struggling like a madwoman but she couldn't get Dot off
her. Meanwhile the teenager had hold of Sheila's big boobs. She was
twisting and scratching and squeezing them for all she was worth.
Even though her mouth was muffled by Dot's crotch, we could hear
Sheila's screeches of pain. 
 
After a while, Sheila worked one arm free. She got it under Dot's,
behind and gave her a hard shove. Dot fell over face down across
Sheila's legs. The first thing she did was sink her teeth into the
delectable flesh of my beautiful redhead's thigh. 

Sheila hollered and screamed like a banshee. She tried to roll the
vicious little brat off her, but Dot beat at her with her closed
fists right between the legs. 
 
By the time Dot got off my poor honey's body, Sheila's legs jerked
up like she had a cramp. All she could do was roll over on her side
holding herself. Dot put her foot on Sheila's hip and raised her
hands over her head in a victory sign. 
 
Seeing this, Sheila sobbed through clenched teeth: "I'm not beat
yet, you nasty, little snot." Dot just laughed at her. When Sheila
tried to rollover and get up, Dot grabbed two handfuls of red hair
and hauled Sheila up on her feet. 

My wife could hardly stand up. She was swaying back and forth, but
she swung her fist at Dot. Sheila's round house swing hit Dot in
the side of the head but didn't faze her a bit; Sheila didn't have
much left to put behind it. 

Dot let go of Sheila's hair and went after her with her fists. She
hit Sheila in the gut a few times; then went to work on her boobs.
They were so big, and they were naked too, so they were a pretty
obvious target. They were a pretty easy one too I guess, because
Dot never seemed to miss. She usually hit a boob dead center,
smashing a pink nipple each time until they were both red and
swollen.  
 
Sheila mewled in pain after each punch. She tried to block Dot's
punches and protect her beautiful, sensitive bosom, but it was
obvious she'd never boxed before in her life. If the tough teenager
couldn't get by Sheila's defense, she just beat her arms out of the
way. 

Every time Sheila did throw a punch it missed or wasn't hard enough
to bother Dot. All Sheila could do was back pedal away, hugging her
big boobs protectively with both hands. When she did that, Dot sent
her next flurry of punches low into Sheila's belly and between her
legs. 

Sheila was staggered this way and that at every punch. She was
nearly helpless. The last punch landed in the usually, very firm
flesh right under her naval, It sank in to the wrist. Sheila turned
sick green; she turned and tried to run away, but Dot was faster
and got her around the waist. 
 
Sheila struggled frantically to pull loose, but Dot wrapped  her
left arm around my wife's neck, and started to choke her. With the
other hand she reached up and took hold of Sheila's big left tit.
It was already red and blotchy, and pretty well mauled. Dot pinched
the nipple some more. She's certainly a nasty little bitch. 

Sheila stooped down and tried to throw Dot over her shoulder. She
must have seen it done on T.V., but Dot clung to her back like a
leach and Sheila couldn't manage it.  Dot let go of Sheila's boob
though and clubbed her across the side of the head. She kept doing
it until Sheila gave a desperate lunge and broke loose. 
 
Poor Sheila was half out on her feet now. She stumbled drunkenly in
a circle. Seeing Dot's grinning face she swung at it for all she
was worth. She missed, and Dot very calmly and deliberately slapped
her hard across the face. Sheila stumbled sideways at the first
slap, and Dot slapped her on the opposite cheek with her other
hand. Sheila stumbled the other way and almost fell. 
 
It was obvious now, that my wife was totally defenseless. She was
being hurt and obviously humiliated. Maybe I should have stopped
the fight at this point. I could say that I had promised not to
interfere, but to tell the real truth, it was something more. 

I felt sick to my stomach seeing the woman I love getting hurt and
being humiliated like that but there was also a kind of sick
fascination about it. Much as I love Sheila, the sight of her
getting her butt kicked by a skinny teenager really turned me on.
Ned evidently was enjoying it, and didn't say anything. 
    
Later I found out Nancy was afraid to interfere. She had a couple
of fights with her baby sister herself, and had learned the hard
way not to cross her. She'd been hoping Sheila, who she always kind
of hero worshiped in school, and who even now she seemed to think 
could do anything, would teach Dot a good lesson. Instead she had
to stand by, and watch Dot beat the shit out of her best friend. 
 
Dot raised her fists threateningly again. Sheila looked really
scared and cowered away from her. Instead of hitting her though.
Dot grabbed Sheila between the legs. Before my wife knew what hit
her, Dot hoisted her across her back and lifted Sheila off the
ground. 

The little bitch must be stronger than she looks, because, although
Sheila doesn't like to admit it, I know for a fact that she weighs
more than one-fifty. Sheila wailed uncontrollably when Dot lifted
her feet off the ground. She sounded scared to death and I can't
much blame her for that. 
 
Sheila kept right on screaming all the time Dot had her in the air.
Dot tried an airplane spin, but Sheila was too heavy for that, so
finally she just slammed her down on the stony beach on her back.
Sheila lay there stunned. She scratched weakly at the sand and
stones trying to sit up at least but she couldn't even do that.  
 
Then very leisurely as though she had all the time in the world,
Dot sat down on Sheila's chest. There wasn't much resistance when
she positioned Sheila's arms just right and then pinned them under
her knees. Sheila's strong round thighs worked weakly. She tried to
kick those long, gang-buster legs of hers but they just flopped
around on the sand. 
 
"Give up, now?" Dot crowed triumphantly. Sheila shook her head 
weakly."N-no!" She sobbed. Dot began to torment her by sifting
handfuls of sand down on Sheila's face. Sometimes she'd twist
Sheila's ears or tweak her nose. The sand stuck to Sheila's tear
stained face, and got in her mouth and nose, until she was choking
and coughing. Finally, poor Sheila couldn't take  anymore. "All
right, I give up, Dot. Get off me now, please." Sheila blubbered. 
 
"Good! Are you ready for your spanking now? I can't wait to put a
hair brush to that big, fat, oversized butt of yours and really
tenderize it. Then, when I've finished blistering it, your fat ass
is mine to boss around for a whole day." Dot crowed to my 
humiliated wife. 

I could  see the look on poor Sheila's face when Dot said that. My
sadly beaten, redhead looked scared to death, and I've rarely known
her to be afraid of anything. I suppose she'd forgotten all about
the bet. Dot had certainly given her enough other things to think
about in the last few minutes. 
 
When Sheila didn't answer right away, Dot slapped her across the
face, first with her right hand, then with her left. After each
slap she'd ask: "Well bitch, what's it going to be? Are you going
to pay up on your bet or are you going to welch?" Finally Sheila
sobbed: "All right, all right, I'll do it. You can spank me and
I'll take you orders for a day. Your right I did promise and I pay
my debts. Come on then, let's get it over with." 
 
"You all heard her, right?" Dot asked the rest of us. "She said I
could spank her. She agreed. She lost the bet. And after that she's
MINE! She's got to be my slave, and do everything I tell her for
twenty four hours. Boy this is great I always wanted to see if I
could beat the crap out of a full grown  woman, and I always wanted
to have a grownup woman as a slave and blister her butt if I wanted
to; and now I've got it all in one day. ALL RIGHT!" The little
bitch was going on like a kid with a new toy. The problem was the
toy was my poor Sheila. 
 
At this point I did finally interfere. I told Dot that was enough.
She'd hurt Sheila enough all ready and she couldn't do anything
more to her. The fight was over and that was that. But Sheila broke
in through her tears and said: "No its O.K. I promised, and I'm not
a welsher, I won't break my word. Its only a spanking. I'll be all
right." 



I had a lump in my throat; I felt so sorry for Sheila, and proud of
her at the same time. Even if she can't fight very good, my Sheila
is some classy lady. 
 
Dot got up off Sheila then. Sheila was still crying. She lay there
a while. I must say the sight of her great big naked boobs jerking
all around her chest as she cried was unforgettable. Sheila must
really have been upset because she wasn't even trying to cover
them. It took Sheila several minutes to get up. Of course she
probably wasn't in any hurry knowing what was coming. Nancy helped
her get up and wiped the sand off Sheila's beautiful face.   
 
Meanwhile Dot went to look in her beach bag. Naturally she found
what she was looking for; a big, wicked looking, bristly, hair
brush. Sheila gave a loud sob of near terror when she saw it. She
certainly hadn't bargained for anything like that. But it was too
late now, she'd committed herself. 
 
Dot came back and grabbed Sheila. She had really knocked all the
cockiness out of my feisty redhead, because when she grabbed poor
Sheila's earlobe and yanked on it my wife tamely followed along
behind her. She let Dot lead her around like a prize heifer at the
fair. I never, ever thought I'd see Sheila get pushed around like
that .She's never taken anything from anybody before in her life.
It was really terrible seeing her spirit nearly broken. 
 
Sheila's legs were trembling, and she tottered, and nearly fell a
couple of times, as Dot forcefully led her across  the beach. We
all followed, fascinated by the spectacle of my mature, very
grownup wife  treated like an  unruly, little  girl and being led
around by Dot who's only a kid herself. 
 
Dot sat down on the chair sized rock, she'd been heading for.
Sheila stood there in front of her, the most pitifully sad and at
the same time about the sexiest sight I've ever seen. Her head
drooped down on her chest. I guess was ashamed to look at the rest
of us, and her long disheveled red hair covered her face so we
couldn't see her expression, but her body  shivered, and her big
womanly boobs trembled at every sob. It was a warm day, but you
could see she was so scared she had goose bumps all over.  
 
Dot grabbed the bottom of Sheila's bathing suit  and jerked it down
around Sheila's knees, exposing her red gold bush. Sheila is even
shy about having me see her like that, so you can imagine how she
felt being stripped naked in front of all of us, out doors in broad
daylight. The worst part must have been having it done by the kid
she'd set out to give a well deserved spanking to only a few
minutes before. She started wailing in protest, but Dot grabbed her
and pulled her roughly down across her lap. 

Sheila's big globular buttocks gleamed whitely in the noon sun, and
Dot positioned them just right. They're firm and round, and really
a mouth watering sight especially in her humiliating, abjectly,
slave like position. 
 
Dot raised the hair brush up over her head and brought it down with
all her strength. She'd already broken down all Sheila's resistance
and Sheila began to scream piercingly at the first stinging swat.
Dot kept on beating away at her. 

Sheila screamed and hollered and tried her best to wriggle free.
Dot held my screaming wife firmly though, with her left hand in the
small of the back and there was no way Sheila could get loose. 

In Dot's hands that brush was a deadly weapon, and it wasn't more
than a few seconds before Sheila's poor bottom cheeks looked like
red raw meat. At that point I made the little bitch stop. 
 
Ever since this all happened Sheila is terrified of Dot. If she has
to see her. Dot rags her and insults Sheila terribly and Sheila
never says "boo" back to her. She won't stay in the same room alone
with her even and she flies into a rage at the mention of Dot
staying with the children. 
 
I can see why, now that I've heard about the last "act" to the
fight finally. It started later that afternoon back at the cottage.
Dot had been lording it over Sheila all day. The final insult came 
when Dot told Sheila to cook dinner for her and she wanted it
served in bed. We four grownups had plans for dinner at a fancy
restaurant. Dot wasn't invited. 

Sheila was pretty pissed that Dot was going to make her miss it;
but she'd promised to take any order Dot gave her, for twenty four
hours. Sheila takes her promises very seriously even a stupid one
to a little bitch like Dot. 

I do really admire Sheila for her integrity, even when she carries
it a little too far. After the vicious spanking Dot had given her,
this seemed a harmless enough penalty to the rest of us, so we went
along with it. We all figured Sheila was a big girl and she had
agreed to this mess anyway. 
 
Anyway Dot waited until we'd all left, then she told Sheila she'd
have to be naked when she served the dinner to her. Well prudish
Sheila didn't like that idea at all, and she argued a lot about it.
She wasn't ready for a return match with Dot that day though so
finally she compromised and said she'd do it in her bra and
panties. 
 

When the time came to serve dinner, she cheated some. She wore a
big apron over her underwear. It covered her from her neck to her
knees. When she brought the tray in, Dot got mad about the apron.
She told Sheila now she'd have to eat Dot's pussy. 

Sheila didn't even know what Dot was talking about. Dot had to
explain it to her, which I guess she did in very graphic terms. I
told you Sheila's a religious prude and pretty naive about sex.
When she finally got it through her head that what Dot meant was to
have "dirty" sex with another girl, Sheila almost went bonkers.

Sheila called Dot a "perverted, nasty slut" and told her no decent
woman would even think about anything like that. She told Dot that
she should have her mouth washed out with soap.  
 
Well that made Dot pretty mad and she ripped Sheila's apron off and
gave her a shove. About now Sheila remembered she was all alone
with Dot for the evening, and Dot could do about any thing she
wanted. After Dot had ripped off Sheila's undies and slapped her
around some, Sheila caved in and did what ever Dot told her to do. 

I guess Dot must have really scared her, because when Sheila was
telling me about this, she said she was so afraid of what Dot was
going to do to her, she started to wet her pants and barely caught
herself in time. Anyway from what she's let drop about the whole
thing I guess Dot put her through a pretty extensive course in
lesbian sex before the rest of us got back. Sheila claims she hated
every second and that it was the worst night of her life. 
 
Sheila only told me about this episode lately, even though it
happened last summer. She said she was ashamed to even have me know
about it, but its really been bothering her. She felt guilty, like
she'd cheated on me. I was very sympathetic and understanding. I
told her I understood how terrible it was for her, but that none of
it was her fault and I certainly didn't blame her for it. I didn't
tell her though that my greatest regret was that I had missed
seeing that fantastic sex scene, my big, beautiful, sexy wife being
dominated and initiated by nasty little teenaged Dot. 
 
                                   Sincerely,