A Personal Tale 
by Hardie Hardiewh@aol.com 
My own experience of being beaten up by a girl


I received a strange E.mail the other day from someone who was very 
angry with me for writing on the same topic all the time. (Well, 
nobody's forcing anyone to read my stories, so why torture yourself?) It 
was pointed out to me that a girl couldn't cope with a bigger male in a 
fight, and I was asked if I'd ever tried to do so. Well, I haven't, 
because I am male, and I'm six foot one. The only fight I've ever been 
in was with a much smaller girl, and she beat me in much the way I 
describe in my stories. This is what happened, as nearly as I can 
remember. I'll never forget the experience of course, but some of the 
details are a bit hazy. 

				................. 


I was seventeen, and about the same height as I am now. I was much 
thinner then, and weighed about 175 pounds as against my present weight 
of 203pounds. 

I was a prefect at school, and had various duties to perform during 
playtimes and lunch times. 

One morning, all of the prefects were summoned to a meeting in the 
Office of Mr Dickie, the Deputy Head. He explained that a memo had been 
received from the local education authority pointing out that no pupils 
who stayed for school dinners were allowed to leave school during lunch 
time unless accompanied by a parent. This was because the school could 
be held responsible if pupils were in an accident somewhere outside 
school when they should have been safely inside the school grounds. 

He said that he knew that this rule was going to be highly unpopular, as 
many children took the opportunity to wander into town during lunch time 
and buy sweets and stuff. However, he was going to announce the new rule 
in Assembly, so hoped there wouldn't be any trouble. (He did announce 
the rule, but I'm pretty sure he didn't say anything about a hole in the 
fence being `policed'. See below. What he did say was that anyone caught 
disobeying the rule would receive a `long' detention. This was one 
hour.) 

Meanwhile, he said that two extra duties were going to be added to the 
prefects' list, starting that day. One prefect was required to `police' 
the main gate, and two prefects were required to `police' the gap in the 
fence in the East Copse. The extra prefect was needed by the fence 
because the trees of the copse hid anything going on there, and, if 
there was any trouble, the prefects were on their own. The main gate, 
however, was in full view of everyone, including off duty prefects and 
members of staff, so it was unlikely that there would be a problem in 
that area. 

He said that the fence was going to be repaired within the next couple 
of days. Meanwhile, prefects Hardie and Christine McQueen would be on 
duty there to-day..... 

We all groaned, but there was nothing we could do about it. I considered 
myself particularly unlucky to have to go on fence duty this lunch time, 
as I was already on `dining hall' duty to help supervise the pupils who 
stayed to school dinners. 

The duty teacher that day was Mrs Winton, who always made the kids 
miserable by insisting that they ate all their food! Inevitably there 
were a couple of kids who were most reluctant to finish off the awful 
mess which was optimistically labelled `cabbage' on the menu, and, by 
the time I'd waited while they slowly nauseated themselves by consuming 
their vegetables a shred at a time, I was quite late getting over to the 
fence, and I knew that if anyone had wanted to go into town they'd 
already gone! 

There was no sign of Chris., and I was really pissed off at having to 
stand around for three quarters of an hour or so by myself. (I found out 
later that she'd turned up, but when I didn't appear, assumed she'd got 
it wrong, and left!) 

By the time the girls came through the gap on their way back from town I 
was in a really bad mood, and that's what caused the trouble. 

There were three of them, all third formers, aged fourteen or fifteen. 
One of them was a near neighbour of mine, Claire Fox, the eldest girl of 
a family of six pretty `rough' kids who caused a lot of strife around 
the local streets. 

"Sorry girls," I said, stepping out in front of them as soon as they 
came through the gap. "You heard what the Dick said this morning. You'd 
better report to his office as soon as the bell goes." 

"Aw, c'mon Rob," said Claire. "You know I have to get some shopping at 
lunch time, or mum'll kill me!" 

Normally I'd have accepted what was palpably true, and let the girls off 
with a caution, but I was in a foul frame of mind and was actually 
enjoying the power I had over them. 

"Sorry Claire," I said smugly. "I can't let you off. Anyway, it'll only 
cost you a `long'!" 

Claire was becoming agitated. "Yeah, and what happens to my paper round 
while I'm doing detention?" she said. "You know we need the money, and 
if I get the sack. c'mon, just let us off. Nobody's going to know!" 

"I'll know," I said self righteously. I must have sounded a real prig! 

Claire gave one of the other girls her shopping bag, and came towards 
me, smiling seductively. I blushed with embarrassment as she snuggled up 
to me. I tried to move out of her way, but merely backed into a tree. 

Her thigh was pushing into my legs, easing them apart. "Just this once, 
Rob," she purred, looking up into my face with wide, beseeching eyes. 
"Just for me." 

"No, I can't!" I was embarrassed and confused by Claire's blatant 
sexuality, but held grimly to my agenda of stubborn implacability. 
 
"OK!" she said. She held me by the shoulders, and brought her knee up 
into my balls. 

It's well known that pain is debilitating. Now, I don't know if I'm more 
susceptible to pain than other people, but that knee in the balls 
finished me off completely. I have never experienced such blinding agony 
before or since, and I never want to experience it again. 

I don't know if I blacked out. I can't remember falling. All I remember 
is that one minute I was standing up, and the next thing I knew I was 
writhing in agony on the ground, trying to stop the pain in my groin 
with my hands. 

Claire was kicking me. I can clearly feel the thuds as her shoe smacked 
into my body, but I can't remember feeling any pain from her kicks until 
the agony in my balls abated. Yet, she badly bruised my back and broke 
one of my ribs. 

How much more damage she'd have done if she'd carried on, I don't know. 
One of the other girls was crying and yelling at Claire to stop kicking 
me, and she did, at last. 

I was crying too. I couldn't help it. Pain, shock, shame at being 
floored by a girl all added up to a dreadful experience which saw me 
sobbing on the ground, trying to nurse my battered body and bruised ego. 

It never once entered my head to try to fight back. The knee in my balls 
simply knocked every thought other than pain out of my head, and the 
subsequent kicking left me too hurt and weak to consider aggression. I 
just wanted the girl to stop hurting me. 

"Stop blubbing, and listen good." 

Claire stood over me, legs straddling my supine body. I can see her now, 
as clearly as if it happened yesterday, because it was a sight I've 
recalled in my mind with erotic excitement time and time again. 

One of her white, calf length socks had slipped down around her ankle 
and she stooped to pull it up. Her face was flushed with the effort of 
kicking me. Her eyes flashed with what seemed to me to be contempt, and 
I cringed under her gaze, deferring to her by meekly lying still, making 
no move to fight her, nursing my pain. 

She had her hands on her hips, and her nicely developing breasts heaved 
with her exertions. I drank in the sight of the smooth curves of her 
legs as her short, grey, school uniform skirt stretched across her 
shapely thighs, and I had to catch my breath as I felt a surge of sexual 
excitement beat its way through my aching body. I actually felt good 
about lying helpless at the girl's feet, and couldn't understand it. I 
was hurting badly yet feeling sexually aroused at the same time. 

"You report us to the Dick," she said grimly, "and we'll tell everyone 
how I beat you up! Won't we girls?" 

The girl who had intervened on my behalf was looking totally miserable, 
shocked and concerned by what had happened, but the other one had a 
gleam in her eye. She too stood with legs apart and arms akimbo. Her 
breasts were also heaving, but not because of physical activity. Both of 
them nodded. 

"OK," I said. "You.. you won't tell anyone will you?" I stammered 
pathetically, suddenly realising what a disaster it would be for me if 
everyone found out that I'd been beaten by a girl. 

"You don't tell. We don't tell! Right!" 

"Right!" I blurted. 

And, so far as I know, we never did, until now!