Do As She Says
By Montrose
She's tiny, fast and powerful. Better do as she says.

She put the peaches into peaches and cream. Couldn't have been a day over twenty-two. 
Five feet nothing and ninety-eight pounds; curvy and sturdy. There was no way I was 
prepared for how devastating she would be.

I'm six feet three inches tall, one hundred and ninety-three pounds, and forty-four years 
old. Normally I like amazons, but this little thing had something special, in miniature. I 
first noticed her as she stood in front of me on the bus. Firm, round ass in tight jeans - 
gets me every time. Well defined shoulders under a black spaghetti-strap top. She was 
reading To Kill a Mockingbird without holding on as the bus whipped around corners. I 
was holding on with both hands, unable to read my book. She swayed like a cat on the 
pads of her feet - purple high-tops.

I looked her over - admired her - and that would have been it. But when two people got 
off, she sat down and I sat down next to her. Even then, I could have let it drop. But she 
smiled warmly up at me and let her thigh press against mine. 

We had plenty of room. She just spread out into me. Hey! Fine with me! I liked how her 
leg felt against mine. Then she returned to her book. But it seemed to me that she was 
distracted. Her mind wasn't on that book. Like mine, her mind was on the heat from our 
thighs touching.

I tensed up the muscle in my thigh next to hers. Her thigh responded - it flexed and grew. 
The tight jeans conformed to well defined muscle. She felt hard as stone against my leg. 
Then she let it relax. She kept looking at her book, but now she had a shit-eating grin on 
her face and a twinkle in her big green eyes. It became a game. I flexed, then she did in 
response. I saw her nipples grow and poke at her cotton top.

I braved braking the silence. "Is this your first time through that book?" I asked.

"I was supposed to read it in high school," she replied with open appeal, "but I never did. 
Now that I have too much to read for college, I'm catching up on my high school 
reading." She shrugged. "Born procrastinator, I guess."

"Doesn't that have an impact on your grades?" I asked, pretending a fatherly concern.

She batted long lashes over round eyes up at me. "I get by," she cooed. Then she licked 
her bottom lip, seductively.

I gulped. She giggled and shook her shoulder length brown curls, coyly. There was no 
mistaking her flirtations. I was incredibly flattered. And encouraged. 

I saw her eyes linger on the growing lump in my pants. It must have looked huge to one 
so small. She blushed and her eyes grew larger. I adjusted myself and it grew some more. 
I heard a muffled grown escape her throat.

I had her, I thought. Time to move in for the kill. "You know, if you ever need help with 
your homework..."

"Are you free tonight?" she interrupted, bouncing in her seat, looking back up at my face.

"Well..."

"Fabulous!" She flipped a card at me - her name and contact data on a green that 
matched her eyes. "Stop by around 8:00 tonight. I have lots for you to do!"

I tried to mention that I had plans, but then she climbed out over me before I had a chance 
to move out of her way. Her ass bounced on my lap, fitting my boner into the crack. Her 
firm back slid past my chest. I could smell her hair. Her small hands clutched my thighs 
very near my boner. I became speechless. Hell, a few more bounces and I would have 
come in my pants!

Then she slid all the way out to the aisle. My heart was pounding.

She - Mindy according to her card - hopped up and gave me a finger wave and a wink. 
"See you tonight!" she bounced from the bus. I was left fanning myself with her card. It 
smelled of jasmine.

At 8:00 I rang the bell of a three story apartment building in a trendy part of town. Lots of 
young people milled around. I felt old for the area with my bottle of red wine in one hand 
and my fedora in the other. I hoped she didn't have roommates.

"Guy from the bus?" Mindy's voice sounded tinny over the intercom. 

"Yes. Steve, actually."

"Come on up, Steve Actually!" She buzzed the lock and I stepped in. By the time I 
reached the third floor I was a winded.

"Wine! Cool! Let me take your hat." She grabbed the things from my hands. I panted as 
she put my hat in the closet. She was wearing a short plaid skirt from the naughty 
schoolgirl collection, with the obligatory white blouse top. But she had tied the top 
around her firm belly instead of buttoning and tucking it. The top three buttons were also 
undone, exposing firm cleavage. Actually, the thing only had two buttons buttoned. 

Her hair was up in two ponytails. Her bare feet were decorated with red nails, very nicely 
shaped. I admired her legs as she reached up to put my hat on a shelf.
	
When she turned to face me, I swerved my eyes over the apartment. "Nice place," I said. 
And it was. Maybe a bit too Crate and Barrel for my taste, but clean and comfortable. In 
the living room was a roll-top desk with a flat screen monitor on it. The glass coffee table 
held calculus and English books.

"I didn't know if you were best at math or humanities," Mindy said. "Have a seat. I'll get 
you started in a minute."

Get me started? I let that pass for now. I answered the first unspoken question. "I'm not 
much on math. But I was an English major as an undergrad."

"Perfect!" she called from the kitchen. I heard the wine cork pop. "You must know a lot 
about Shakespeare!" 

"Too much!" I laughed. 

Mindy entered with the wine and two glasses. The short skirt banged back and forth as 
she walked. I could catch a glimpse of white cotton panties as she strode toward me. Very 
short skirt. Very (bang) very (bang) short.

"Then you can write my paper on the Merchant of Venice!" She handed me a glass. 

"I could help. Have you read it?"

"No."

I stood starring down at her as she filled my glass and then hers. Was she offering me sex 
to do her homework? I considered it. I instantly accepted it. What did I care if she didn't 
understand Shakespeare for the rest of her life? I was gonna ride this sweet little thing!

I took her small hand and led her to the couch. "Let's sit and discuss the assignment," I 
purred.

Mindy shrugged and sat close to me. We sipped wine. Then I leaned down and kissed her 
on the lips. My free hand slipped onto her warm leg. She kissed back for a moment then 
turned away. 

Mindy took my glass and set it with hers on the table. She smiled up at me. "I think you 
misunderstand what is going on here," she said.

"I hope not," I said as my hand slipped up her smooth leg. My thumb brushed her panties.

"Oh, I know you do," she said. Then, quick as a wink, she flipped down onto her back 
and kicked me flat in the chest with her heels. It knocked the wind from me.

I fell over backwards. Mindy crawled onto my chest. She slid her legs around my neck 
and stuck her panty-clad muff in my face. Then she squeezed.

Instantly, the pain was unbearable! I couldn't breath! I thought she would collapse my 
throat! I struggled, of course. We fell off the couch, but she held on. Mindy shook her 
hips like a terrier shaking a rat.

By luck, as we fell, I managed to get her off my chest. We lay on our sides between the 
couch and the table. Being so much bigger, I was able to roll so she was under me. I tried 
pulling my head free. No luck! Her legs were unrelenting.

I tried grabbing her head in my legs. She clamped my legs under one arm and controlled 
them. Her grip was like iron from both her legs and her arm! It felt like she was cutting 
off circulation to my feet.

When I weakened, Mindy rolled and got back on top. She didn't even seem winded. I 
was nearly passed out. "You are going to do my homework, Stevie boy. And if I don't get 
an 'A,' I'll hunt you down and beat the living shit out of you. I might even do it on the 
bus. You would look pretty funny getting your ass kicked in public by a tiny girl, don't 
you think, big boy?" She let go and got up. Mindy smoothed out her skirt, sat on the 
couch, and took up her glass of wine once more. "I suggest you get busy writing that 
report," she said.

I gulped air. The little bitch had sucker punched me! But I was almost twice her size. 
Spanking her round fanny was going to be a pleasure! Then I would cram it full of cock! 
I got to my feet and pointed down at her. "You are in for a world of hurt, little lady," I 
snarled.

"You're not as bright as you look, you know that?" she replied. Mindy sighed and 
drained her glass. "Very well. You wanna play some more before you get to work? So be 
it." 

She got up. We circled each other. Despite her size, I was not going to underestimate her. 
She was fast and strong. I was about to learn she was faster and stronger than I imagined.

I dove at her, hoping to get her in a headlock. She stepped to the side and grabbed my 
right arm. She spun around and twisted it so that I fell to the ground with my arm twisted 
behind me. She stepped on my back, nearly wrenching my arm from the socket. I yelped. 
She let go. 

"Oops!" she said. "You have to be able to type when we're done. I better take it easy on 
you."

But easy didn't mean no pain.

As I rose to my knees, Mindy jumped on my back and slipped a figure four scissors hold 
on my neck.

I collapsed to the floor again. She rode me down. As I struggled to breath, Mindy poured 
herself another glass of wine. "I love red wine," she said. " And this pinot noir is grand. 
How did you know?" She sipped as she strangled me.

She enjoyed her wine in relative silence for a while, punctuated by my gasps and groans. 
Then she said, quite flatly, "You are a worthless piece of shit. Shit on my heel. The 
sooner you understand that, the sooner we can get on with you serving me and doing as 
you are told. Now I'm going to get up and see if you've learned anything yet."

She stood, glass in hand.

I coughed and groaned on the floor.

"Come on, now," she coached me. "You're not as bad off as all that. I've been taking it 
easy on you! Don't make me get rough."  

Slowly, I got to my feet. Mindy smiled up at me with that darling glow in her eyes, 
holding her glass to the side. "Are you going to be a good boy, Stevie?" she asked.

I reached for her neck. I wanted to show her what it was like to run out of air.

Mindy dodged my hands. Still holding her wine, and not spilling a drop, she slipped 
under my arms and raised a knee up into my balls. I crumpled to my knees before her, 
gasping. My face pressed into her belly. She slapped it away.

"Oh dear god!" I squeeked.

Mindy drank her wine. She turned her back on me and filled her glass again. I could see 
she was getting tipsy now.

I wanted to reach out to her and drag her to the ground, Now that her back was turned, 
maybe I had a chance! But the pain in my sides from the ball busting made it impossible 
for me to raise my arms. I could scarcely breath!

She turned to face me. Her glass was full. She raised a foot and planted it in my lips, 
knocking me over backwards. Tipsy as she was, she spilled nothing. Her grace was 
impeccable.

Mindy slid down to sit onto my chest. I reached up to ward off another blow. She 
grabbed one of my thumbs and bent it back until I howled. "Put your hands under your 
big butt," she said with a hint of a slur. I did as told. Mindy slid up and planted her plump 
bottom on my face. "Hold still. I want to see how comfy your face is."

She wasn't heavy. But she had enough ass to cut off my air. Her clam was warm and wet 
on my forehead. In a few seconds I would pass out.

I dared not move my hands from under my own butt. I dared not struggle. I just wanted 
the beatings to stop.

 "I submit!" I said. My voice was muffled by her asshole. 

"Pardon?"

"I submit! I'll write your paper! I'll do anything you say!" 

Mindy pulled back to sit on my chest. She was giggling. "It tickles my ass when you yell 
up into it. So... you are ready to do anything I say?"

"Yes!" I was even willing to try my hand at calculus.

"Put your knees up."

I did, knees bent, feet flat on the floor. Mindy used my thighs for a backrest as she sat on 
my belly. She used my face as a footrest. She stuffed a heel in my mouth. "Lick it."

I licked. She changed it to the other one. I licked that, too. While I licked, she slid her 
panties off. She left them on my face as she stood up.

Mindy walked unsteadily to the couch. She flopped down and drained her glass once 
more. She put the glass on the table. "Crawl over here," she commanded.

I crawled.

She pointed to her quim. I knew what to do.

She was tight. I couldn't get my tongue up inside of her, but I tried. I knew for sure that 
my entire dick would never fit. I lapped at her fuzzy little muff for more than twenty 
minutes before she came on my face. In a dream soaked voice she told me to pour her 
another glass of wine. I drained the bottle into her glass.

When she had it in hand she patted my wet face. Then she wiped her hand on my shirt. 
"Now get to work on that paper, Stevie. It's due on Friday and I want to review your 
work first." She laid back on the couch and sighed, quite content. Her legs splayed to the 
side, airing her wet clam to the room.

I stayed up all night working on that paper over at the roll-top desk. I could have been 
done sooner, but Mindy kept interrupting. Sometimes she wanted another orgasm. Other 
times she wanted me to rub her shoulders, her feet, or just get her a glass of water.

I did as told in all things. That five feet tall bundle of power and grace was too much for 
me. I feared her.

I made breakfast, cleaned up the place, and helped Mindy shower and dress, all as told. In 
the shower, Mindy toyed with my raging boner, which was level with her chest. "It's, 
like, freakishly HUGE!" she said as she slowly stroked it. The tip bobbed at her face. 
"You know, if you come on me, I'll pull this big thing off, grind it up for sausage and 
make you eat it raw. I suggest you control yourself." Then she kissed the tip. It was the 
worst agony. I had to bite my hand, drawing blood, to keep from coming all over her cute 
face.

I developed a crippling case of blue-ball, even as I made her come once more in the 
shower - me on my knees as she stood over me.

When I looked for my own clothes, I discovered my tee-shirt was missing. Mindy was 
sitting on it and flipping through my wallet. She took my drivers license, "So that I know 
were you live."

Finally, she let me leave. 

Lucky for me, the paper I wrote did well. She called and told me to come over, "To 
celebrate." She told me to bring more of that red wine.

I brought her a case. 

Despite the blue-ball, I was infatuated! I had never met anyone so bold and powerful.

When I arrived I found her dressed in my tee-shirt. It was oversized and revealing, 
serving as a dress. She belted it at the waist with a bandana. The V-neck plunged so that I 
could see her pert pair peeking out at me now and then. It became obvious when she 
reached up to put my hat on the shelf that she was wearing no panties underneath. 

We nuzzled on the couch for a while before she moved my face to her groin. I ate her to 
climax after climax as she sipped wine.

Then she handed me Catcher in the Rye. "Have you read it?" she asked. She dabbed 
sweat from her face with my tee-shirt. 

I nodded.  "Yes'm."

"Write a summary," she commanded.

"May I just..."

Mindy slapped my face hard. Tears sprang to my eyes. "That's just a reminder," she said. 
"Do as you are told. Instantly."

I gulped. Her shoulders and arms were very well defined. Better than mine. She had 
handled me very easily before. But my nuts were screaming for release! Reason took a 
back seat. How could I control myself when her glistening bush was gazing up at me 
from her wide-spread thighs?

I yanked down my pants and leaped on her. My hard-on bounced on her tight clam as I 
struggled to subdue her. I got the tip pointed at her hole before she made her move.

Her legs wrapped around my middle and clamped down. I thought she would snap me in 
half!

"For a smart guy, you are one dumb fuck," she sighed. "Am I going to have to teach you 
the same lesson over and over?"

"But I just need..." I moaned. "Oh, please!"

She increased pressure! How did she have more to give?

"OH GOD! I SUBMIT!" I bellowed.

"Hmmm..." she said. "I don't think so. I think I need to give you a reminder that will last 
for a while."

She let up and scooted her scissors up my rib cage, then she clamped down again. I felt 
my ribs creak under the pressure. I moaned. I felt dizzy from lack of air and nauseous 
from pain.

Mindy grabbed me in a headlock with her left arm. "This is for your own good," she said. 
Then she punched me in the eye.

I fought and struggled. She held firm and punched me in the same spot again. And again. 
And again. Her tiny fist became a blur, hammering my face like she was tenderizing 
liver.

Once she had closed that eye, she worked on the other one.

She let go and dropped me onto the floor. I was punch drunk. She sat on my chest and 
kept working my face, knocking me first left and then right. She worked all up and down 
my face - from my jaw on up to my eyebrows. She used my nose for a speed-bag until 
she broke it. At some point I swallowed three of my teeth.

Then she sat on my face and made me lick her ass while she masturbated and came on 
me. Her butt was covered in my blood.

With a throbbing stick in my lap and a swollen face, I typed up a summery of Catcher in 
the Rye. At least she let me use a wet pair of dirty panties to clean my face first.

The next morning I sat on the bus with my hat pulled down and dark glasses on. Someone 
plopped down next to me. She flexed her leg next to mine. I peeked over and saw Mindy 
smiling at me. She snatched my hat and sat on it.

"You look awful!" Mindy yelled. She took my glasses and snapped them in her tiny 
hands before throwing the pieces into my lap. I reached for my hat, but she slapped my 
hand away. Mindy smiled as she admired her work. My face was all puffy and purple-
blue-green. The bandage on my nose was immense. "Someone really messed you up!" 
she said in a loud voice. People were watching. "Was it a big guy? No? Somebody my 
size, maybe?  Someone with brown, curly hair and green eyes?"

I blushed. Must she add public humiliation to her list of tortures?

"Funny how my knuckles are a little tender this morning..." she teased. She kissed her 
right fist.

"Please," I whispered.

"Run into a door, did you?" she asked, still talking loud. Her green eyes twinkled.

"Yeah," I mumbled. "A door."

"Tough break," she giggled. "You must have backed up and smacked it several times. 
You must have beat the living shit out of that door!" She pulled my crumpled hat from 
under her ass and slipped it onto her head. It was too big. "Thanks for the wine, by the 
way." She looked up at me from under the brim. "Does it hurt?" she asked. Quick as a 
moonbeam, she stuck a finger into the bandage on my broken nose.

"OUCH!" I pulled away so fast that my head banged into the bus window. "Ouch!" I 
moaned and clutched the back of my head, too.

"Ha ha ha! Poor baby!"

"May I have my hat, please?" I whispered.

"No. Give me a few bucks. I'm short this week." I handed her money - all I had. "Good 
boy. You're starting to wise up." She patted my face. I winced. "Stop by tonight and 
we'll have some fun, maybe get some work done."

"Yes'm."

She hopped up and bounced off the bus. 

People on the bus gaped at me. They knew. I could see it in their faces that they knew she 
had done this to me. That little girl beat him up, they were all thinking. That big man 
couldn't defend himself from that little scrap of a girl.

Well, I'd like to see any two of them fair better.

I clutched my broken sunglasses. I thought, maybe I would get another pair. And another 
hat. But if I ran into Mindy, she might be displeased. Apparently, she wanted people to 
see her handiwork.

Better not make her mad. Never know when she might appear. She's tiny, and fast 
enough to sneak up.

I better behave. 

Gotta be good. 

Do as she says.