Matches 3. A boy loses more than a race to a girl.
By Hardie hardiewh@aol.com



So far: The boys had been heavily beaten by the girls in a seven-a-side hockey
match, and were then forced to submit to the girls in a demeaning 'humiliation
ceremony'. The Head Teacher, promising immunity from repercussions, had
persuaded everyone concerned to give her an account of what had happened so
that she could use this research to gain her Ph.D in psychology. The girls had
also challenged the boys to a seven-a-side rugby match!

Miss Forbes, Head of School, continues her narrative.

So far my research for my Ph.D. in psychology was proving to be tremendously
exciting, thanks to the frankness with which my interviewees recounted their
exploits!

The total triumph of the girls over the boys both on the hockey field, and in
the dressing room afterwards, was highly significant. I was beginning to form
a theory, which, if true, would have a devastating effect on the future
development of relationships between the sexes.

During the interval between the hockey match and the forthcoming rugby match
between the girls and the boys, I was told of an incident which, in its small
way, supported my theory and highlighted a new attitude of some of the girls
in the school towards both their sexuality and their competitiveness in the
'battle of the sexes'! In this interval, Ms Noble, the girls' PE teacher, had
organised some foot races between the boys and the girls.

She told me:-

"The races went according to expectation at first. The girl athletes won the
Under 13 and the Under 14 sprints, their more mature development giving the
girls the advantage. Jason Wilks then won the Under 15 race for the boys,
leaving only the Under 16 race to be decided.

Everyone thought that Dean Warner would win the race for the boys. He is well
developed for a fifteen year-old, with good muscularity in his shoulders, arms
and legs. Combine this with a deep chest, and he has the ideal build for
sprinting. He'd even represented the County's Schools' Athletics team the year
before and done extremely well.

The fastest girl I had was Becky Windsor, a shapely fifteen year-old who ran
for the local athletics club youth team and would, I thought, give Dean a good
race. I was quite unprepared for what did happen!

Becky arrived at the start line dressed in a skimpy pair of navy-blue running
briefs and a white athletics bra, an outfit much favoured by female athletes,
but never seen at a school event before! The girl was practically naked, her
lithe, tanned body oozing sensuality as she performed a few warming up
exercises in front of the goggle-eyed spectators and her uncomfortable looking
male opponent.

Poor Dean had probably never been so close to so much naked female flesh
before and didn't know how to react. He tried to give the impression of
warming up himself, but couldn't keep his eyes off his nubile young opponent.

Becky made matters even worse for the boy when I called them to the start.
Instead of shaking hands, the girl slid her body up against the boy's sturdy
frame, and, to cheers from the watching school kids, folded her arms around
his neck and gave him a big, lingering kiss, at the same time gently rubbing
her thigh against the boy's groin.

Dean was devastated. He wore only a thin pair of running shorts and an
athletics vest. He could not possible conceal the bulge in his groin area,
brought on by the girl's ministrations, except by using his hands. Even then,
Becky gently took one of his hands in hers and led him to the starting line,
all the time talking to him in a very sexy voice, though I couldn't quite make
out what she was saying.

Whatever it was, it did its work. By the time I called the two of them to take
their marks, Dean had a raging erection. His whole body was trembling as he
prepared to run, and the race was a total disaster for the boy and a runaway
victory for the girl.

The silly boy tried to run and cover his erection at the same time, with the
result that Becky stormed away from him, flying down the track with the boy
lumbering comically in her wake, finishing a good twenty yards behind her,
totally beaten by the girl.

Becky threw up her arms in triumph as she crossed the finishing line, then
waited for Dean to arrive. She stood with her legs apart, hands on her hips,
and called the boy to her when he staggered over the line.

Dean stood dejectedly before the girl who had beaten him. She said something
to him, then pointed imperiously towards the dressing room. Dean slunk off in
defeat, while Becky trotted back up the track, arms raised in victory,
savouring the cheers of the girls. Her win had given the girl athletes a
three-one victory over the boys, and all the girls loved their success.

I asked her what she had said to Dean, hoping she'd commiserated with him on
his defeat, like a good sportswoman.

"Not really, Miss," she said seriously. "I told him to go and wait for me in
the dressing room and I'd do something about his erection!"

"What on earth are you going to do?" I asked in alarm, thinking of teenage
pregnancies.

"I'll probably knee him in the balls!" she grinned. "That should fix it! What
a loser he is, Miss, falling for all that sex stuff! He's been a right
big-headed bully ever since he was picked for the County team. Now he's going
down!"

She tossed her head and trotted off confidently, a young, female huntress
after her male prey..

Well, maybe I should have intervened, but how could I? It was me who preached
assertiveness to the girls. It was me who told them that they could beat the
boys at everything, provided they went about it the right way. Now there was a
petite, nubile little girl going off to attempt to physically overwhelm a much
larger, muscular boy. I decided to let them settle things for themselves!

Anyway, I had the rugby match to consider. The teams were now waiting to
start."

That was the end of Ms Noble's account of the race. I was intrigued, and sent
for Becky to find out what happened when she caught up with Dean in the
dressing room. I explained my research project, and asked her to be totally
frank.

She was!

. "I felt really elated after my win, Miss. It was so good to use my sexuality
to beat a boy at running and to humiliate a big-head like Dean Warner. I felt
so powerful. I wanted to find out how far I could bring him down, how much I,
a little girl, could dominate a large, strong boy. I just knew I could break
him, no matter how big and strong he was, and I did.

He was waiting for me in the empty dressing room. I think he'd been playing
with himself as he watched me strut across the playing fields towards him,
because he had a bigger erection than ever thrusting out the material of his
flimsy shorts into a cone of expectancy.

I wasted no time.

'Get you legs apart!' I ordered, walking up to him. He obeyed instantly. My
eyes gleamed! He'd obeyed!

'Hands behind your back!' He looked totally confused, but he obeyed!

'Good boy!' I purred, moving closer, taking hold of his bulging biceps. His
whole body trembled with excitement Miss, but not for long.

I jerked my knee up between the boy's powerfully muscled thighs and smashed it
into his tautened balls!

Dean went down. He let out a high-pitched screech and just folded up, his
hands clutching at his battered balls as he curled up at my feet, moaning and
sobbing. He looked pathetic, and I felt so good!

I kicked him a couple of times, just to soften him up a bit more, turned him
over so he lay on his back and sat on his chest. I held the boy by the hair
and forced him to look at me.

'That's just for starters, sonny boy!' I told him, slapping his tear-stained
face a few times because I felt like it! 'I'm going to watch the rugby match
now. You'd better be here when I get back, right?'

He mumbled something. I punched him in the eye. He started crying! I punched
him again!

'You'd better be here when I get back, right?' I said again.

'R..right..sob..sob..' He was so disgustingly pathetic, Miss. I hit him again.

'Be here!' I ordered. Then I got up and went to watch the match. I wondered if
he'd obey my commands. I mean, Miss, he's twice my size and a lot stronger,
but I'd left him lying crying on the floor!

Oh, and my four girl friends, who were waiting by the side of the changing
room in case I'd needed help to beat up Dean, came with me!'

The Head's narrative continued:-

I also wondered if he'd be there, but I wanted to keep my research results in
chronological order. My next task was to discover what happened on the rugby
field!

(To be continued)