Donna
by M.C.
A big, strong college girl gets her revenge, and then some.


I drew my strong, right hand back and - SLAP! - cracked the large, well built,
handsome university football player hard across the face. Helplessly pinned
underneath my massive female body, he could do nothing... nothing except plead
that is."Please stop hitting me Donna," he cried out,"you're hurting me!"

"I'm not hitting you Ryan, you wimp; I'm slapping you. If I was hitting you,
you'd be unconscious by now." I pulled my open hand back and - WHACK! -
smacked him across the face again. "You've had this coming to you for a long
time now, but don't worry, I won't mess up that handsome face of yours too
much. I might have need for it later (smirk)."

With what remained of his strength, Ryan tried to free himself. But despite
his muscular, six foot-two inch, 230 pounds, our university's star linebacker
couldn't even budge my me - being a big, strong, athletic woman does have it's
advantages. SLAP! I whacked him again."Why are you doing this to me Donna?
Why?"

"Because I finally got tired of you and that pompous little slutty
cheerlearder girlfriend of yours making fun of my size and teasing me behind
my back. SLAP! I may be a champion powerlifter, judo expert and discuss
thrower, but I'm also a sensitive woman with feelings too. You and Crystal
have done nothing but insult me ever since I moved into the student housing
apartment next to yours. So I decided it was finally time to teach you both a
good lesson - CRACK! - and that's what I'm going to do." Tears were beginning
to form in Ryan's eyes; poor baby.

"I'm so sorry Donna, I'm so, so sorry. We won't tease you anymore; I promise.
Please stop slapping me."

"I'm afraid it's a little late for that now honey. Besides, you're not really
sincere about your apology; you just want me to stop smacking you around.
SLAP! But I'm not quite as dumb as you look."

The tears were running freely down Ryan's face now, falling to the floor of
the university's weight room where our little confrontation was taking place.
I knew there was a pretty good chance of catching Ryan working out at this
hour as he almost always does during the off-season. And since it was a Friday
afternoon, there was an excellent chance I'd have him to myself...which I did.
You should have seen the quizzical expression on his face when I entered the
weight room, locked the door behind me and began to approach him. I suppose
seeing a six foot, 265 pound, large breasted woman with 19 inch biceps and
mammoth thighs wearing nothing but her gym shorts and a tee shirt walking
towards you can be a startling sight if you're not expecting it.

But that expression was nothing compaired to the one he had after I cracked
him hard across the face with my open right hand. Football player or not, when
a girl as strong as I am slaps someone like that, it hurts. I then backhanded
him and he was knocked to the floor. "Get up tough guy," I said as I stood
over him with my hands on my hips,"that was just a taste of what's in store
for you."

Though stunned, Ryan quickly rose to his feet. "What the hell was that all
about?" he demanded. I answered him with another hard slap across the face.
Ryan tried to hit me with his fist. Unfortunately for him however, my twelve
years of judo training (I hold a second degree black belt) now came into play.
I blocked his punch and, with the same fluid movement, grabbed his arm and
twisted it behind him. I put my right foot up against his buttocks and pushed,
sending him clear across the weight room. "Oh come on now," I teased,"surely
you can do better than this Ryan. After all, I'm just a girl."

Furious now, he charged at me like a football player about to tackle a running
back. I met him in the middle of the room and we slammed into each other. I
couldn't help but laugh as I watched him stagger backwards as if he'd just run
into a brick wall. "Pathetic Ryan, simply pathetic. No wonder your team won
only four games last season."

He came at me again. This time he wrapped his arms around my waist (I have to
admit, that felt good) and tried to throw me to the floor. But try as he
might, I just stood there like a statue, unmovable. "Boy," I sighed,"you
really do need to hit the weights more Ryan." As he continued to push against
me with all his might, I glanced over at a near-by mirror in the weight room
and noticed that my long, pretty brown hair seemed to be flaying a bit at the
edges. I took my left hand and ran it through my hair. "Oh dear," I thought to
myself,"it looks like I'm going to need a trimming soon."

For a brief moment I actually forgot that Ryan was even there; until I heard
him scream,"DAMN!" in frustration at being unable to move me. He then threw
another wild punch in my direction. But like before, I easily blocked it. I
grabbed his arm and judo flipped him to the floor where he landed with a loud
THUD!, flat on his back. This time I jumped on top of him and pinned his sexy,
athletic body underneath my hard, muscular 265 pounds (if you think I was
getting aroused at this point, you're right; I was getting VERY aroused). Then
I began to play patty cake with his face.

"Please don't hit me again Donna," Ryan cried out pathetically as I reared
back my mighty arm and prepared to strike again. "Please don't! I'm sorry. I'm
so, so sorry." I paused with my hand in mid-air and smiled. The look on Ryan's
crying face was priceless. It was more than just a look of fear, it was a look
of absolute terror. He was on the verge of cracking, I could tell. This
gorgeous, handsome jock was nearing the breaking point, the point at which I
could bend him to my will. Now was the time for my coup de grace where I would
establish my complete mastery over him.

I grabbed Ryan firmly by the hair and yanked him to his feet. "Come with me
honeybunch." I dragged him over to a near-by bench, sat down and tossed him
across my knees. "You've been a very naughty boy Ryan," I said as a mother
might say to a wayward child," so mommy has to punish you." I pulled down his
boxer shorts and giggled. "My, my, what a cute tooshie you have there Ryan;
tee, hee, hee. Such a shame I'm going to have to spank it."

Don't ask me why, but I've always found taking some tough, macho man over my
knees and paddling his rear end with my bare hand until he's in tears, begging
me to stop to be a very erotic experience. Even when I was younger and used to
beat up bullies in school, I always ended by spanking them; and feeling very
aroused when I did. A good, hard spanking by a girl is also a very effective
method of destroying a tough guy's 'macho man' attitude - I've seldom had to
spank the same guy twice. So when I yanked Ryan over my knee and raised my
right hand up, I began to get horny.

SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! I felt the erotic rush run through my entire body
as I began to whack Ryan's rear end. To have this handsome adonis that I
secretly had a crush on since my freshman year (I guess that's why his snide
comments about my size hurt me so much) drapped helplessly over my knees while
spanking him to tears set my jucies flowing in a way I had never felt before.
He soon began to cry, and the more he cried, the more aroused I became. "Oh
baby, baby," I squealed,"you're such a hunky guy. This feels sooooo good. And
you're mine now; you're all mine."

"What do you mean by that?" he asked with a wimper.

"I've decided to take you for you my boyfriend honey. So whether you like it
or not, you and Crystal are, as of now, history."

"You can't do that Donna. You...you just can't do that!"

"Oh can't I? How would you like me to spank you in public, say in the main
square in the center of campus; right in front of everybody? What would
everyone think of you then? A big, tough, macho football player being spanked
to tears by a girl!"

"No. Don't. You'll ruin my reputation Donna. Please don't do that!" (I can be
so persuasive sometimes, can't I? Tee, hee, hee).

"So do you agree to break up with Crystal and become by boyfriend then?" He
paused for a few seconds so I continued my persuasion. SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!

"Yes! Yes!," he sobbed. "You win Donna. I'll do what you asked. Please, stop
spanking me!"

For good measure, I spanked Ryan several more times (and had an orgasm in the
process) before stopping. I then let him cry for a few minutes while I gently
patted his sore buttocks. "What about Crystal?" Ryan asked after he managed to
exert some kind of control over himself."What are you going to do about her?"

"I'll deal with her when we get back to 'our' apartment cutie pie - you'll be
moving in with me by-the-way." I then added with a sly smile,"but don't worry
about Crystal, I have plans for her too."

After he regained enough composure, I led Ryan out of the weight room and we
began making our way towards our apartment. As we walked through the campus
hand-in-hand, I was beaming while Ryan continued to sob. "There, there
honeybunch," I cooed,"mommy's going to take good care of her little Ryan.You
just don't want a girlfriend who's so much tougher than you are. I can
understand that. But you'll see, after I've trained you properly, things will
be great; I just know it." We entered my apartment just off campus and I
marched Ryan directly into the bedroom. "Now I'm going next door to get
Crystal and I expect you to be fully undressed by the time I return...OR
ELSE!" A few minutes later I returned, dragging the crying cheerleader by her
long blond hair. Fortunately for Ryan, he had done as I asked.

"My what a gorgeous hunk you are honey. I see were going to have a lot of fun
tonight. Now, be a good boy and watch quietly while I punish your naughty
ex-girlfriend...and I do want you to watch (yes, I can be a bitch sometimes,
but I still felt he should witness what I do to her). I pulled Crystal over my
knee, yanked down her panties and proceeded to spank her bottom raw.

"Ryan, do something! Stop her!" she pleaded. But he just stood by and
helplessly watched, much too intimidated by me to even move.

"I'm afraid my new boyfriend (I just love rubbing it in) isn't about to
interfere darling, not if he knows what's good for him. Isn't that right
sweetie pie?" All Ryan could do was meekly nod his head; he also began to weep
again. After several minutes I stopped. Crystal's buttocks were a bright red
and she was crying like a baby. I looked up at Ryan and said,"honey, while
we're waiting for Crystal to recover from her spanking, why don't you come
over here and brush my pretty hair. Like a good little boy, he did as he was
told, and by the time Ryan finished with my hair Crystal's crying subsided. I
got up, smiled at my new 'friends'. "O.K. guys, punishment is over. Let's all
have some fun, shall we?"

I stripped Crystal of her remaining clothes and made her lie down lengthwise
on my bed; then I made Ryan lie beside her facing in the opposit direction.
"Make yourselves comfy," I laughed as I removed my clothes too,"because you're
going to lying there for quite some time." Fully naked, I leaped on top of
them - landing, as I had intended, with my large pussy covering Ryan's face
and my massive breasts hanging over Crystal's mouth. "All right now guys,
until I say otherwise, your job is to pleasure me. And you'd better do it well
if you don't want another spanking. Is that clear? Good. So let's get busy!"

As that afternoon melted into evening and evening into night, Ryan and Crystal
did their job. And I have to admit, they were very good at it too. Sometimes
I'd turn around and let Ryan work on my breasts and Crystal, my pussy (variety
is the spice of life, isn't it?). I lost track of how many orgasms I had that
night. Something like six or seven, but I'm really just guessing. All I know
was that for me at least, it was a night of ecstasy I shall never forget
(although there would be many more like it, none quite matched the intensity
of this one).

Just before dawn on that Saturday morning, I made Crystal lie arcoss the width
of my bed so I could use her tummy for a pillow. I then wrapped my powerful
arms around Ryan and squeezed him tightly into my huge breasts. "You guys are
just too cuddily," I giggled. "We'll have to do this again sometime." We all
fell asleep in that position and didn't awaken until late the following
afternoon.

Epilogue

When we woke up, the first order of business was to move Ryan's belongings
into my apartment. To my surprise, it only took him a few days to 'come
around' to having a girlfriend who is both stronger and tougher than he is.
Crystal still lives next door and I occasionally invite her over for some more
'fun and games' as nobody does a better job on my breasts than she. Crystal's
a natural.

We only had one minor incident regarding our new arrangement and it's hardly
worth mentioning. One day Ryan came home from football practice looking glumb.
I asked him what was wrong but he didn't want to talk about it. It was only
after I pinned him down on the floor and put my large ass on his face for a
couple of minutes that he broke down and told me what was bothering him (did I
mention that I can be very persuasive when I want to be? Giggles).

He told me that there were two players on his football team that were teasing
him about being with me. "Why don't you invite them over sweetie pie so we so
we can discuss the problem in a quiet and civilized manner?" (Ryan knows that
when I say something like that, he'd better do it, so he did). The next
afternoon, just before they arrived, I dressed in my sexy, new one-piece
bathing suit which accentuates my large breasts and massive thighs."Just sit
back and make yourself comfy honey while I deal with these friends of yours,"
I said to Ryan. When they entered our apartment, I smiled and greeted them
with,"so, you're the naughty boys that are giving my Ryan a hard time eh?
Well, I think it's about time somebody gave you a lesson in manners." (I so
like the tough-girl attitude).

Fifteen minutes later they were both lying on their backs, battered and in
tears (Ryan told me afterward that they were among the toughest players on the
team. What a bunch of wimps. Maybe I should try out for the football team next
year. Hmmm...that's not a bad idea. It might be fun banging heads together). I
then took each one over my knee and gave them a good spanking until they
apologised to my sweetie. Afterward, I invited them to stay for dinner (well,
forced them actually) so we could patch things up. In the end, everything
turned out well and nobody teases Ryan about his relationship with me. As I
said before, being a big, strong, athletic woman does have it's advantages.