Red Princess
by marmot
In which Timmy consoles Susie after the big game


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Red Princess

"Check!"

Timothy James Barclay looked across the table at Susie Bearclaw, his
face a picture of smug satisfaction.  The Beaver Creek Student Union
building was hushed, intent on the war being fought on the chessboard.

Susie stared intently at the board, then took the knight with her
queen.  There was a mixed chorus of cheers and groans.

Timmy examined the board a few minutes, then moved his rook.  "Check!"

"He's got you now, Susie--mmph!"  Jean-Claude Ramsey called from the
lap of his sister Veronica.  His sister shushed him with a kiss.

Susie, immediately took the rook with her queen.  "Check, you little
wimp!"

Timmy moved to take the queen with his king, dropped his hand.
"Checkmate, you mean!"

Susie looked satisfied, Timmy frustrated.  They shook hands and the
room erupted in applause.

"Oh, how the mighty have fallen," chirped Doris Laughing Crow.

"Caw, caaw!" Timmy said to her, and both giggled.

"Timmy!" whined Jean-Claude.  "How can you teach me this silly game if
you can't play it yourself?"

"There, there, little brother."  Veronica stroked her brother's towy
hair and unzipped his pants.  "You've got other talents than figuring
out a silly game.  Besides, nobody can play better than Tim-tim."

"That's for sure," mused Susie.  "Usually."  She shifted her plump,
thickly muscled body in the easy chair and stared at the board.

"Well, anyone can have an off night."  Timmy squirmed uncomfortably.
"Or an off day."

"Tell me about it!"  Agreed Doris.  "We should have stomped 'em into the 
field today."  Saint Elaine's, the Reservation high school, had been hosting 
the state soccer finals this week, and had just lost to Centerville High, 
three games to two.  The mood among the kids had been subdued that night, 
when Timmy invited Susie and her team to Beaver Creek for a consolation 
party.

Doris kissed Timmy's brow.  "Looks like we all could use some
cheering up.  Wanna root beer float?"

"Yes, please!" smiled Timmy.

"Wait a minute," said Susie.  She had been following the end of their
game, moving invisible peices about the board.  Suddenly, she roared
and leapt from her chair.  With a fierce growl, she swept the table over.  
Pieces clattered noisily on the floor as she swept a frightened Timmy from 
his chair and pinned him to the wall.

"My, that's quite a bearlike growl you've got there, Susie," said a nervous 
Timmy.  "Um, did you want my root beer float instead?"

"TJ," Susie panted, her face flushed with anger.  "The only thing I like 
less than losing is being TRICKED INTO WINNING!"

"WH-what do you mean?" asked Timmy, who knew very well what she meant.

"The last six moves you were herding me like a cow!  I couldn't not 
checkmate you. GRRR!"  Susie set the boy on his small and looked down into 
his bespectacled eyes.  "Why'd you do it, wimp?  Was tricking me more fun 
than winning fairly?"

"No, but seeing how happy you were when you won was."  Timmy said in a small 
voice.  His grey eyes filled with tears.  "I was just trying to heal some of 
the damage you took today; I wanted you to be happy."

Susie rubbed her bruised thigh at the reminder of the lost game earlier that 
day.  Perhaps if she hadn't been hurt... but no matter.  Past was past and 
she had this deceitful, arrogant, stupid, wonderful little boy to deal with.

"Aww, TJ."  She hugged the teen to her round bosom.  "What am I gonna do 
with such a sweet little white boy?"

"Have him for dinner?" offered Doris.  She and her two brothers had set the 
table back upright and were picking up the scattered pieces.

"Hmm, dinner sounds nice."  Smiling, she took the lad's wrists together in 
one hand and led him to one of the plush sofas.  "But first, we need to fix 
something, don't we wimp?"

"Yes ma'am," Timmy agreed.  He knew Susie wasn't nearly as incensed as at 
first, but he also knew she meant to chastise him for embarrassing her.  His 
pulse quickened as she settled her girthsome form on the sofa and placed him 
between her tree-trunk thighs.

"Now TJ," Susie removed the lad's eyeglasses as she spoke and placed them 
gently on the table.  "You were very sweet to want to cheer me up.  I've 
noticed that gentle spirit all evening and it's part of why I love you so."

That got Timmy's attention.  Of course, those big thighs were doing a good 
job of helping him focus on the indian girl.  He listened to the rest of her 
lecture.

"And because I love you, I need to be able to trust you always to be open 
with me, TJ.  And never to make me believe something that's not true."

Even without his glasses, Timmy could see the intensity of Susie's deep 
brown eyes as she scolded him.  Her lecture made him feel more like a 
preschooler than an high schooler.  He shifted his feet and looked down, 
unwilling for what was sure to come next.

"So TJ," Susie lifted his chin with a finger and kissed the tip of his nose. 
  "How do you feel about this?"

"M-more than a little regretful," was his candid reply.

"Still want to deceive people who love you more than anyone else?"

"No." Her candor was even more unsettling than his predicament.

"You know what I'm going to do."  Susie leant even more weight to her next 
words.  But if you love me too, then you'll ask for it."

"Please spank me, Susie."  There was no hesitation.  At that moment, Timmy 
loved this girl, a deeper feeling than the lust he felt when he first saw 
her on the soccer field.  "Spank me hard."

"Very well," Susie's dark eyes were glowing with satisfaction, as she 
unbuckled Timmy's belt and unzipped and pulled down his pants and undies.  
"If you want so much not to deceive, then we will get rid of that deception 
once and for all."

She turned the shy, exposed boy over her ample lap, letting his penis fall 
between her thighs were she squeezed it playfully.  "Doris, hand me that 
ping pong paddle."

"Here ya go.  Are you sure you got his underwear off?  His tush is so white 
it's hard to tell!"

Timmy shyly joined the laughter of his friends, though it was at his 
expense.  He felt calm over Susie's lap, like he sometimes felt before his 
mom spanked him.  He felt her lay the paddle gently on his backside, letting 
him get used to its feel.

"Ok, wimp, time to get your little white butt spanked for deceiving Susie."

*whap*  the rubber face of the paddle stung when it hit him  *whap*
*whap*  it made Timmy hurt but he took his spanking bravely  *whap*
*Whap!* then Susie started spanking Timmy's bottom so hard! *Whap!*
*Whap!* and She scolded him while She spanked over and over *Whap!*
*WHAP!* and timmy just felt awful and started to cry a lot! *WHAP!*
*WHAP!* and Susie kept spanking and timmy cried like a baby *WHAP!*

Susie set down the paddle.  She was getting hot seeing her little male 
reduced to tears, but she knew he couldn't take any more.  'Sheesh!' she 
thought.  'my seven year old family brother could take more than this little 
wimp.'  Looking at her brothers and sisters, Susie saw they agreed with her. 
  Still, he was hers, and she felt protective of the fragile little white 
male.  'Time to make up,' she thought.

Timmy wept unashamedly as Susie turned him over and cuddled him to her 
expansive bosom.   Slowly, he calmed as the big girl shooshed him and rocked 
him gently in her arms.  He felt like a helpless little baby as she slipped 
off his shoes and socks, pants and undies.  Why was she undressing him 
instead of pulling his pants up?

Susie kissed the little wimp as he opened his mouth to ask a question.  'Why 
to males always want to make noise?' she thought.  She smiled down at her 
infantile little love.

"There, there, little wimp.  We don't want those naughty clothes to hide 
your spanking, now do we?"  She unbuttoned her blouse, revealing large, firm 
breasts and no bra.  Susie smiled at how this tactic won any argument with 
any male.  "Go on, TJ, you can suckle them.  See?  Susie still loves her TJ; 
Susie will always love her little wimp."

Timmy lay nestled in Susie's arms, sucking at her breast.  He felt so 
peaceful and so in love with her.  Idly, he toyed with one of her two thick 
black braids, admired the red ribbon threaded through them.  Then his eyes 
locked on hers and she started singing, no words, just crystal clear notes 
that fell like cool water over him.  When she let him down, Timmy felt like 
a part of her, small and cherished by her.

Doris Laughing Crow smiled ruefully as she tugged her sister's jeans down, 
and her soaked underwear, and removed both.  Susie could sure pick 'em.  
Little Tim-Tim was cute, and smart as a whip, but he couldn't brave a 
spanking, much less any real discomfort, to please his woman.

'Still, she is a daughter of Beartalker, and one day she'll lead the tribe.' 
  Doris mused.  'Maybe she knows what she's doing, even with this male.'  
She helped the boy to his knees between Susie's thighs.  He was already 
lapping eagerly as she covered her sister with a blanket.  'Maybe.'