Too Easy
By Hardie
Bobby is beaten up by his young step-sister

This story contains explicit material and should be read by adults only.


My roundhouse swing caught her on the shoulder as she swayed aside. Her slender young 
body was knocked backwards. She staggered into the couch and sprawled backwards on 
the seat. Her skirt was caught up around her waist and I didn't mind, because my step-
sister has a nice pair of legs, even at that age. They were well formed and worth a 
lingering look!    

I ambled confidently towards her. Me, a husky fourteen year old, having a fight with a 
slim little twelve year old girl. It wasn't fair really, but she was the one who had asked 
for it. Moaning to her mother, my step-mother, that I didn't do anything around the house 
when mother wasn't around.

Well, what if I didn't. That's what girls are for, isn't it? To do housework. My step 
mother disagreed and suggested that I either pulled my weight or suffer the 
consequences. The consequences being a fight with Sarah, my little step-sister, who I'd 
just smacked across the room! 

The girl looked kind of dazed and vulnerable as I stood over her, and I was about to ask 
her if she'd had enough when she kicked me in the balls.

I mean, I didn't see it or anything. There was just this awful pain as something smacked 
into my balls and the next thing I knew I was down, doubled over, on my knees, grabbing 
the agony with both hands.

She was trying to pull one of my hands away. I wasn't budging, but she got hold of my 
little finger and began to pull. I had to let go or she'd break my finger. I couldn't think for 
the pain. I let her have my arm. I clutched my balls with my free hand

Then there was more pain. My shoulder. She had my arm in a hammer lock. Now my 
head. She was pulling my hair. My whole body was being bent back. My shoulder was on 
fire. I was crying in agony.

The little girl I'd had at my mercy a few moments ago was now in control. She wrenched 
my arm up. I screamed. She let it go. It flopped down uselessly by my side.

I felt her hand slide between my buttocks and tried to squeeze my thighs tight. Too late. 
A little female hand wrapped itself round my balls. All I had on was a pair of running 
shorts and brief cotton underpants. No defence against a girl's crushing fingers.

I was helpless in my step-sister's grasp.

She held me there for a moment. I couldn't move. Could hardly breathe. All she had to 
do was tighten her grip and the agony would come back. I was sobbing, my body tense, 
trembling in fear and anticipation of more pain to come.

"Please, let me go," I pleaded. "You win!"

"Don't!" This was my step-mother butting in. "Remember what I taught you, girl. Beat 
him so bad he won't come back for more."

The grip round my balls tightened. My heart sank. I remembered the sight of my father, 
just a few days after he'd married my step-mother. She was holding him by the elbow as 
they came up from the basement. He could hardly walk. His face was a bloody mess. 
There were red blotches on his naked torso. His powerfully muscled legs were trembling 
with the effort as he dejectedly picked his way across the hall to the bedroom. 

Step-mother had looked flushed and strangely elated as she led him out of sight. "He's 
had a nasty accident," she informed us. "He'll need to stay in bed for a while."

Ever since then my step-mother had definitely ruled the roost, and now I had a good idea 
what had happened. She'd beaten up my father, and now it was my turn to get the 
treatment from the daughter!

I tired to swing my good arm behind me to strike the girl. She crushed my balls. I 
screamed in agony and stopped trying to hit her.

"Stand up!" she ordered. 

Tentatively, I stood upright.

"Put your arm behind your back!"

As soon as I complied, my little sister let go my balls and grasped the wrist, twisting my 
arm up behind my back. She turned me round so that I faced a bare wall.

Holding me by the hair and by the arm, she marched me forward. Then, with a savage 
double movement, she yanked down on my hair and spun my body round so that I was 
backed up against the wall.

Totally confused by pain and fear, I just stood there while she transferred her grip to my 
biceps.
 
Pinning me against the wall, the girl drove her knee up between my thighs and smashed it 
into my dangling balls. 

I passed out. The agony was just too much to bear. 

I must have slumped to the floor because when I came round my little step-sister was 
sitting astride my chest.

Her eyes gleamed with excitement as she smiled down at me.

"Now to teach you a lesson, boy!" she said sweetly, and punched me in the mouth.

She punched me lots of times as I lay there. I barely knew what was going on, I was in so 
much pain. I knew I was bleeding. I could taste it running into my mouth. I tried to fight 
back with my one good arm, but she easily held it down above my head and hit me with a 
flurry of punches which knocked all the resistance out of me.

When she got tired of hitting me, the little tomboy moved down my body and took off my 
shorts and underpants so that I lay there stark naked.

I curled up into a ball of sobbing, ignominiously defeated masculinity, a mass of pain, no 
dignity left. Beaten up by a girl. 

She started kicking me. I was crying unashamedly. All I wanted was for her to stop 
hurting me. I begged her, gasping out the words over and over until I didn't even have the 
strength left to speak. I just lay there, blubbering, as her feet hammered into my battered 
body.

"O.K. dear, I think he's had enough." I could hardly believe I'd heard the words. But, 
after one more blow, the girl stopped kicking me.

"Remember what I told you do next."

"Yes Mum," said Sarah, with relish. "Lie on your back, you!" she commanded.

Painfully, my body wracked with sobs, I complied. I looked up at her through tear 
stained, punch-puffed eyes.

The girl stood over me, hands on hips, legs astride so that I could see her sturdy young 
thighs disappearing under her short, plaid skirt into the shadows where I imagined her 
cotton briefs moulded the bulge of her developing Venus mound.

And my cock stood up. Despite the pain, and the humiliation of being beaten by a 
younger girl, I got an erection lying there at the feet of the victrix.

"Look, Mum," she said in astonishment, pointing indignantly at my towering cock.

"That often happens when a girl beats a male," said her mother. "It's a sign that he 
actually found the beating you gave him sexually stimulating. He'll do anything you want 
now. Won't you, Bobby dear?"

I gulped and nodded. I was both terrified and excited. All I wanted to do was obey the 
girl who had beaten me and avoid any more pain.

"Get on you knees," she commanded. "Now crawl over her and kiss my feet!"

Full of self contempt, I did as the girl ordered. As I kissed her feet she slapped my 
upraised buttocks with her open hand.

"Sit up!"

I knelt before her.

"From now on, you'll do what I tell you, or you know what you'll get, understand!" she 
said.

"Yes. I will. OK." I blustered.

"`Yes Miss', is the answer, boy. Say it!"

"Yes Miss," I said obediently.

"Now the last bit," said her mother.

"Right," said Sarah. She licked her lips. She seemed a little nervous but she soon pulled 
herself together.

"Get on your back!"

I lay down again at her feet, like an obedient dog. 

"Get your legs apart," she ordered.

Full of trepidation I obeyed.

"Now wank!"

I blinked. Had I heard correctly.

She kicked my foot, hard, her eyes glittering. "Wank, I said!"

And I did. I lay there at the feet of my step-sister, looking up at her flushed young face 
and her shapely young legs and, shamefully, with gratitude even, I relinquished my 
masculinity as I masturbated in front of her.