A Matter Of Honour. 
By Hardie
Geraldine beats the truth out of a slanderous boy. 


hardiewh@aol.com

(I thank Fiona for sharing an experience which led to this story.)

It wasn't the usual cause of a girls' fight, a dispute about relationships.
This was definitely about respect. Not only that, it wasn't even a fight
between two girls, but a fight between a girl and a boy!

OK, so relationships came into it. Martin hadn't realised that Geraldine was
still in the girls' changing room and could hear what he said when he regaled
his rugby team mates about how he'd gone all the way with her after the school
dance on Saturday.

Geraldine was furious. She didn't stop to change out of her PE gear but headed
straight for the exit doors and waited for Martin and his friends to emerge
from the boys' changing room.

As the sports hall changing room exits led directly onto the large school
playground, the confrontation was witnessed by half the school!

"You'd better admit you've just lied through your teeth," said Geraldine
angrily. "Go on, be man enough to admit it. Tell them exactly what happened on
Saturday! Tell them I brushed you off as soon as you came on to me, and tell
them how you begged me to stay with you a little while so nobody would realise
I didn't let you take me home. Just to protect your pathetic male ego! Go on!
Tell them!"

The discomfited boy towered over the angry young girl. Martin was a couple of
inches over six feet tall and weighed in at a robust two hundred and six
pounds. Geraldine was ten inches shorter, with a petite, gracefully curved
body weighing only a hundred and twenty pounds. And, as all she wore was her
brief, cotton, navy blue gym knickers and white aertex games shirt, she looked
extremely vulnerable to the spectators, as she squared up to her massive male
adversary.

She did not look so vulnerable to Martin, however. Her blazing, angry eyes
glared unblinkingly into his. Her tiny but perfectly formed breasts jutted
forwards as she stood boldly in front of him. Her tanned, curved legs were
wide apart, her hands on her hips, and her head held high in the confident
pose of a proud young girl ready and willing to defend her honour even against
a tall, powerfully muscled male.

Embarrassment at being harangued by the nubile little girl caused Martin to
try to bully his way out of the predicament he was in.

"Tell them, or else what?" he blustered. "You know you were begging for it,
wasn't she boys.......?"

He half turned towards his cronies for support. And that's when Geraldine
kicked him right in the balls!

The boy's speech was cut off by a high pitched screech as his hands flew to
his damaged groin and his body folded in protest, He sank to his knees, head
hanging, groaning in agony as the shards of pain from his balls lanced into
his brain.

Geraldine stood over him, fully alert, her fists clenched, letting him
recover, itching to lace into the boy whose lies could cause her so much
grief, but knowing she had to give him some sort of chance if her victory was
to be complete in the eyes of her peers.

"Get up and fight, Martin," she said disdainfully, "or are you too scared to
fight a little girl?"

Martin could hardly believe what was happening. He was on his knees in the
playground in front of half the school, looking up at an attractive, demure,
pony- tailed, girl who had just brought him down with a kick to the balls and
was now challenging him to fight her.

And some of the girls watching the fracas were jeering him. Him! One of the
biggest, strongest, most macho boys in the school, being humiliated by a slip
of a girl.

He pulled himself erect and lurched towards the tantalising form of the
curvaceous girl fighter, certain of terrifying his tiny female opponent with
his massive bulk, arms out to grab her and crush her into submission.

But Geraldine wasn't in the least bit terrified. Her mind was totally calm as
she saw with some elation how the wounded boy was leaving himself wide open as
he came into the attack.

She kicked him in the balls again!

One minute Martin was towering over the girl, about to smash her out of the
fight. The next minute he was writhing in agony on the ground, clutching his
balls and keening in pain.

This time Geraldine felt justified in following up her attack. Brutally, the
girl picked her spot and stomped a tiny foot into the back of Martin's neck,
smacking his head into the concrete of the playground. Another stomp left his
mighty frame shaking disjointedly as he sprawled at her feet..

The girl now used one of his arms as a lever to turn him onto his back, so
that he lay spread-eagled, dazed and helpless on the cold, concrete floor. In
less than a minute, one of the biggest, strongest boys in the school was lying
beaten in combat at the feet of a girl half his size.

The schoolgirls watching the fight were cheering and giggling in amazement.
The boys stood in silence as they saw one of their champions being smashed to
defeat by a petite female opponent, some of them reflecting their own desires
to be beaten and humiliated by a sexy young girl in the lustful intensity of
their gaze.

Geraldine lowered herself less than gently onto Martin's deep, masculine
chest. She pinned his beautifully muscled arms to his side with her knees and
quite deliberately smacked her tiny fist into the helpless boy's face. Three
hard punches into each eye, ensured the boy would have positive signs of a
beating from a girl for the next few days. Then, drawing back her fist as far
as it would go, the girl finished him off with a sickening punch to the bridge
of his nose. Cartilage snapped and blood flowed as the precise blow from the
girl's fist broke the boy's nose.

He was crying with pain and despair as the svelte little girl grasped his hair
and pulled his head off the ground with one hand. With her other hand she
slapped his face, hard, several times, sending blood and tears spraying in all
directions..

She held him there as tears began to trickle from his swollen, frightened
eyes. "Tell everyone you lied when you said I'd gone all the way, Martin! Tell
them!"

She shook his head savagely as she felt he was about to resist. But the move
was unnecessary. Martin was finished. The big, powerfully built, magnificently
muscled young man had been broken by a slip of a girl.

"I l.lied," he sobbed.

"Louder!" ordered Geraldine imperiously.

"I LIED!" shouted Martin, then broke down into floods of tears.

The girl stood up, posed triumphantly over the broken hulk of the young man
she'd destroyed, tossed her head proudly and kicked him once in the ribs.

Then she winked cheekily at the beautiful Joanna, who was gazing at her in
devoted admiration, and went back into the changing room to get ready for her
next class!

Maybe she'd been a bit hard on Martin, she reflected. After all, he hadn't
lied about everything. She had actually gone all the way on Saturday night, as
Joanna could well testify!