She had been on my case ever since I had transferred here three weeks
previous. I guess I was no slouch in the looks department, and the
attention I got from the boys pissed her off. She kept insulting me in
front of everyone, really pushing it… Well, now I was going to push
back.

We squared off in a small clearing in the woods behind the campus. We
were both wearing our gym strip. We circled each other, the crowd
cheering Susan on. She came at me, spinning on her heel to give me a
drop kick.

What a laugh! I knew that she had been taking martial arts courses for a
few months. Big deal. No one here knew me, but I come from a family of
martial arts experts. Susan was in for a very unpleasant surprise!

I easily sidestepped her kick, grabbing her ankle as she went by and
dumping her heavily on the ground, stunning her. I laughed, standing
there. She scrambled up, angry. She lost her composure, charged. I
stepped inside her swinging fists and jabbed my fingers into her gut.
Her breath whooshed out of her as she doubled over. I jerked her head up
by the hair and slapped her face, once, twice, three times…she was
gasping, a stunned look in her eyes. I pushed her face with my palm,
dumping her on her ass. She rolled weakly onto her side, curling up…

I knelt down and shoved her further over, face down, and then grabbed
the bottom of her t-shirt. I pulled it up over her head and then right
off. She was gasping, now, obviously panicking. I undid her bra and
jerked it off, then used it to tie her hands together in front of her.

She pressed herself down against the grass, afraid of exposing her
breasts. She begged me to stop. “I give, I give!”, she pleaded. “You
win!” I just laughed.

I said, “Susan, I happen to know that you planned no mercy for me if you
had won this fight!” I told one of my few supporters to go and get
Susans’ purse and open it. She did and pulled out two items, a long
handled hairbrush and one of the biggest dildoes you can imagine! “I
overheard you boasting to some of your fancy friends, bitch! I know what
you planned to do to me! Well, I’m not going to let them down, but you
are going to be the star attraction!”

She began to squirm and struggle, but she really had no chance. I jerked
her runners off and then peeled away her socks. The crowd pressed
forward as I grabbed the waistband of her shorts and dragged them down
her legs and off…

Just panties left now…

She was really wailing now, begging for mercy, for help…but no one
even tried! Because, when you come right down to it, they didn’t want me
to stop. They wanted to see this rich bitch brought down to size!

Then, to the delight of the crowd, I slowly peeled off her panties,
revealing her bare ass. Down, down, and off! And Susan was now
completely naked! She blushed redder than ever, her whole body shaking
with humiliation! Her breathing was nervous and gasping…

I grabbed her hair and jerked her up on her hands and knees. I told her,
“You see that stump over there? That’s about one hundred yards. Well,
you’ve got 30 seconds to get over there, on your hands and knees. If you
don’t, I’m going to give you what you really deserve – an over the knee,
bare assed paddling! Now, git!”

With that, I blasted her ass with the back of the hair brush. She yelped
in pain, then began hurrying toward the stump. You can’t travel fast
that way, of course, and she was soon begging for mercy, blushing as the
crowd laughed at her slow, embarassing progress, hopping along on her
hands and knees. I walked alongside of her, smacking her ass with the
hair brush, hurrying her along, while I counted out the seconds. She was
shifting her butt all over the place, trying to avoid the spanks, but
succeeded only in putting on a good show for the crowd – her buns
bouncing, her tits swaying…

She went as fast as she could, but she just couldn’t do it. The 30th
second counted off just a few feet short of the stump. I stood her up,
then sat down on the stump while dragging her forward, over my lap. I
laughed. “Little girl,” I sneered at her, “you’ve been bad, and now I’m
gonna give your rump a real workout!”

“Now, listen up, Susan,” I lectured her. “You’re about to get the
spanking you deserve, but it can be a long one, or a short one. You are
going to get at least 40 whacks, understand? But I am not going to start
counting those 40 until one of two things happens. Either I reach 40
spanks once, and then start another 40…or else you spread your legs
nice and wide and let everyone here look at your cunt!”

“No! No! No!” she begged, squirming, “Please, please don’t, please, I’ll
do anything, anything-”

I just laughed. I took the hairbrush and began the spanking!

Splat! One! Whack! Two! Ca-rack! Three!

“Just think, Susan, you can still win a moral victory! Maybe you can
hold out through all 80 strokes and not show anyone your pussy! Maybe
you can show everyone how tough you are, that you can take this spanking
without humiliating yourself! Think you can do that?”

Whack, whack, splack, crack!

Her ass jiggled, her body shook. She began to cry out. I knew it
wouldn’t take much more…

Wh-ack! Ca-rack! Smma-ackkk!!!!

Ten strokes, that’s all it took. She screamed at me to stop, and quickly
spread her legs wide open, exposing her naked slit for everyone to see!

The crowd went wild, humiliating Susan further, impressing her with how
complete and public her come-uppance was. “Gee, Susan, only ten
strokes!” I cooed at her. And now, the final 40!”

Ignoring her pleadings not to continue, I renewed the spanking with
increased energy. I spanked hard and fast, punishing her poor ass
unmercifully! She kicked her legs wildly in a vain attempt to avoid the
blows, showing her cunt even more! After 20 more strokes she was bawling
like a four year old. To entertain the crowd some more, I began angling
my spanks, striking the inside of each ass cheek alternately, pulling
each one away from the other, revealing tiny glimpses of Susans’ asshole
to the crowd, humiliating her even further.

I rolled her off my lap and stood up, watching Susan as she continued to
jerk and twist, naked on the grass. I watched, grinning down at her all
the while. As she came back to her senses, she regained some control of
herself and stared up at me. A fresh burst of tears poured down her
cheeks. “You bitch! You goddamn bitch! I hate you! I hate you!”

I stopped grinning. I raised the hairbrush again, patted it in my palm.
“I guess you haven’t learned your lesson, yet, have you Susan?” Fear
jumped back into her eyes now and she shrank back from me. “W-wait!
Wait…I…I’m sorry, I-”

“Susan, I’m going to give you another choice. You know how sore your ass
is. You can either do what I say, or else I’m going to give you some
more spanks. Two Hundred. Can you imagine two hundred more spanks?
That’s enough to make your ass look like a rainbow. Or you can do
something for me…”

“Wha-what?” she said, trembling…

I opened my purse and pulled out a pair of sciccors and a razor. “I
think everyone here would enjoy watching you shave your cunt hairs off
for us, don’t you think?”

Susan gasped. She pleaded with me, begged me not to make her do it. I
just brandished the hairbrush and told her to turn over. With a fresh
burst of tears, she gave in and took the sciccors. With everyone
gathering around she sat gingerly on the grass, and spread her legs wide
open, blushing. She began to snip her cunt hairs off close to the skin,
softly crying and sniffling. The crowd gawked and made rude comments,
making her suffer in shame.

I collected all her cuttings in a baggie and told her, “This makes for a
nice trophy, don’t you think? Kind of like taking a scalp! Hah! Kind of
symbolic, too, that you are doing this to yourself rather than face me
some more. You are going to be hairless like a little girl. Yeah, a
grown woman with a bald cunt! Just an overgrown baby, if you ask me!”

She finished the sciccor work and I handed her the razor. She had to be
careful with it, slowly scraping her stubble away with short, delicate
strokes. She had to pull her cunt lips open for everyone, to pull them
away and get at the hairs there. At the end I made her get on her hands
and knees and put her head down. I knelt behind her, parted her knees,
lifted her ass up and finished shaving her crotch from the bottom of
her cunt right up to her asshole. As the cool breeze tickled her anus, I
sensed her mounting shame and helpless anger. I chuckled as I continued
to taunt her. How she hated me! And how I enjoyed her humiliation!

As I finished, I gave her ass a good smack and then shoved her face
down, flat on the grass. I untied her wrists and then retied them behind
her back. I squatted down, my knees on either side of her, keeping her
firmly under control.

Did she know what was coming? Probably. But she was so emotionally
spent, so drained of energy. She could barely protest, barely continue
to whimper and plead.

I took the sciccors…

She had such a gorgeous head of hair. She really did…

Snip! Snip! Snip!!!

She screamed, began to blubber and beg, pleading pathetically!

Snip! Snip! Snip, snip snip!!!

All she could move were her legs, which were kicking up and down
furiously while she wailed her protest and the crowd leered and
snickered! It was fantastic, the ultimate humiliation…

Or was it?

And fifteen minutes later, as I finished sliding the razor over her
scalp, removing the remaining stubble, I asked her if she was ready to
behave!

She was in shock. I untied her hands and watched as she kept sliding
her palms over her naked scalp, tremling, astonished, incredulous at
what had been done to her! I smiled. Once my rival, now my little pet.
Such a sweet, sweet revenge…!

She lay in the grass, stroking her head, moaning, twisting,
crying…then, to my satisfaction she began whimpering to me like a
little baby! “I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” she cried, over and over. “Please
don’t hurt me any more… Please, please?”

I leaned forward and whispered in her ear. “That’s good, Susan. Just
remember who’s the boss, that’s a good girl. We’re going to have a
little more fun, now, but don’t worry, don’t think about anything. Just
concentrate on what I do…to you…right now…” All the while I gently
rubbed her aching ass cheeks, petting them in a…proprietary sort of
way…

I rolled her over onto her back. Grabbing both of her ankles, I pushed
her legs back and apart, exposing her cunt completely. I knelt between
her legs, making sure she couldn’t possibly close them, all the while
staring into her eyes. She was quietly, fearfully pleading with me to
stop. But her tone was one of apology and pleading – she knew she had no
chance!

I began by rubbing my middle finger up and down her cunt lips, gently
parting them, stroking, pressing slightly forward. “Concentrate, baby,
come on…concentrate on how my finger feels on your pussy. Come on,
Susan, make love to my finger, come on, that’s it…” She was still
sniffling. “Come on, be a good girl.” I cooed at her.

Her hips began to move. I held my finger still, and was delighted to
observe her cunt lips push forward against it, almost starting to suck
on it. I renewed my fingering, and was rewarded with a burst of cunt
juice!

I began working her harder, sliding my finger up and down her lips,
smearing her oils along them, making her start to moan. I gently slid my
finger up her hole, then back out, then in. Out. In.

I figured she was wet enough now, so I slid another finger up her and
began rotating them, forcing her cunt wider. She responded by
humping back and forth against my hand. “Play with your tits, babe,” I
ordered her. She reached up with one hand, began pinching her nipples. I
smiled to the crowd. Susan seemed unaware of them, so mesmerized and…
captivated…she seemed by my fingering!

She was really gushing now! I worked another finger in, then another!
Four fingers! I really worked her now, fucking her mercilessly with my
fingers. Susan was bouncing and humping, squealing and gasping…

And then I gently began rubbing her clit with my thumb. She went nuts!
Her legs were trying to jerk together, but were unable to close, of
course. She was going to come, any second now, real soon…

I stopped. She gasped in shock. “No! What?…what are you doing?! No,
fuck me, fuck me, fuck me…ohhh, please, please…let me come!”

“You can come, Susan,” I told her. “Just work at it!” I then tucked my
thumb against my palm and began sliding my whole hand up her hole!

Yes! My whole hand! She began to scream…screams of panic, of pleasure,
of shock! But she was wet, and pliable, and well-worked…My hand firmly
continued its’ way up her cunt till her lips were uncontrollably and
visibly sucking on my forearm!

I rotated my hand from side to side, amazed at the sight of cunt juices
spurting out from her hole. She was out of her mind now, fucking back
against my wrist, desperate to come.

I taunted her. “Come on, baby, come for me. Go for it. Fuck my arm,
squirt, squirm, suck my fist! Come on, come on…come for me…in front
of all these people…” Her face suddenly showed a new horror and
embarrassment as she was reminded of the crowd. “Come for me, your
enemy, come on her hand, for her, in front of the whole crowd, the whole
school!”

That was it! She exploded in orgasm, her juices flowing all over my
forearm, down onto her ass. She bucked and humped and twisted, wailing
like a hundred wanton whores! Her bare feet pounded up and down on the
grass on either side of me. What a show! The crowd cheered and laughed
while Susan, rich, arrogant Susan, naked and hairless, squirmed on my
arm like a fish on a hook.

I slowly withdrew my arm and stood up, watching Susan as she continued
to jerk and twist, naked on the grass. I waited for her orgasms to
subside. I cupped her chin in my hand. “Do you like my hand, Susan?” I
asked her.

She was squeezing her thighs together, in a spasmodic twitching. She
pressed her face against my hand and began licking it.

“Please,” she whispered, “Please, put it back in! Please, please…fuck
me some more!”

“You know something, child,” I said to her, “I’m going to enjoy having
you as my precious little servant from now on. My naked, hairless little
slut! You are never going to have a man again for the rest of your life.
All your satisfaction will depend on pleasing me, on making sure that I
am willing to give you what you need…my hand!”

Much more interesting was a pretty, naive, school-girl, who
looked horny without really meaning to. An example was
Juliette, the little sister of a friend, cute with short
brown curly hair, and aged about 18. She always looked sexy
in a girlish sort of way – maybe wearing a pink woolly
sweater, little miniskirt, white tights, and pixie boots. My
friend once told me that he made her give him blow-jobs… I
never knew whether it was true, but I enjoyed vivid
fantasies about the idea of her pouty lips wrapped around my
school-boy cock.

One weekend, her brother’s parents were away, and he decided
to have an all-night barbecue. I chatted up a couple of
girls, but spent most of the time drinking and talking to
the boys. It reached two or three in the morning, and we sat
in the back garden. Juliette was next to me, but not close,
and I wasn’t about to try anything with her while my friends
looked on. Then, one of the others tried to put his arm
around her – She edged towards me, obviously not interested,
and soon was pressed next to me. She was wearing a white
halter-top, its shoulder ties slipped to the side of her
arms, and a white skirt that finished just above her knees.
I put an arm around her, resting it on her shoulder, and she
rested her head against me. I risked putting my other hand
on her knee and she just kissed my neck gently. “I’m
tired..” she murmured into my ear. “Will you take me to
bed?”.

We had tents pitched in the garden, so we found one and
climbed in. Juliette unrolled her sleeping bag, and pulled
out her night-clothes. She was fumbling and, like myself,
had drank far too much considering her age. “Can I help
you?” I asked, and she nodded. As we both knelt on the
sleeping bag, her back towards me, I pulled the little bow
the went from the halter top round her neck. “There’s some
clips on the back” Juliette whispered, so I unfastened the
four or five clips, and watched the thin white top open
before me. She held her arms up and I lifted the top up, and
put it to one side. Moving my hands to her tummy, I gently
touched her young body, raising my caresses to the little
bumps that were becoming breasts. Her nipples were hard,
maybe from the cold, but she turned and kissed me as I
played with them between my fingers. I moved my lips to
hers, and felt a little tongue probing between them, pushing
to touch my own. As she turned she tilted back onto her
bottom, folding her legs up against her front. Her skirt
stretched over her bottom now only covered the top of her
legs, and I touched them, slipping a hand between her calf
and thigh. My palm slipped down to the skirt’s hem, then
round to the inside of her thigh, until my fingertips were
touching her tight little panties. Her kisses were becoming
more furtive, so treating this as desire I slipped my
fingers, and then my hand, under the knickers, and over her
smooth, almost hairless pussy. Her knees parted so exerting
some pressure on my middle finger, I parted her labia, and
touched the tight, sticky, inside of this cute little
school-girl vagina. After playing like this for what felt
like hours, Juliette slipped out of her skirt and panties, I
undressed, and together we climbed into the sleeping bag,
pressed body to body, closely together.

My penis was long and hard, and below the fabric of the bag,
I felt her fumbling fingers stroking me. Reaching down, I
closed her fingers around its girth and motioned them up and
down, then moved an arm around her lithe body. My fingers
touched the cleft of her buttocks, and pressed her groin
closer as she slowly masturbated me.

The young, pretty, nymphet begin to whimper, becoming
excited from the un-deliberate rubbing of her own hands
against her clitoris, and the pace of her masturbation began
to increase. She started to suck on my ear-lobes, licking up
and down my neck, and I knew that I would soon be cumming.
“Can I cum inside of you?” I asked, gently. By way of an
answer, the twelve year old brunette rolled us, as if as
one, so that I was on top of her, between her knees.

Reaching between her legs, I parted her labia and nudged the
head of my cock between the lips. Her fingers joined mine,
then moved to hold my foreskin, continuing her unrelentless
wanking, forward and back. She pulled more than she pushed,
and slowly I begin to slip into her tight cavity, I ecstatic
as I floated on the verge of orgasm. As my penis was
enveloped a few inches into her pussy she grunted as her
hymen broke, and put her fingers around my balls, squeezing
gently. I pushed slightly harder, and slid deep into her
body.

Juliette said nothing, but emitted little pants and gasps as
I moved in and out. Her forefinger stretched up touching the
skin between my scrotum and anus. “Juliette, my bottom,
touch my bottom and help me cum….”. The obedient girl
kissed my lips, then pushed a forefinger an inch into my
rectum making me gasp. “Do it, please, do it now” she said,
crying in her lust. I pulled my prick back until just its
head was inside of her, then begin more forcefully and
deeply thrusting in and out. Her tongue was darting around
my mouth, as she wiggled the finger that penetrated my
behind, and in moments I felt a cold sensation raising from
the inside of my legs, up into my balls. “Yes, Juliette,
Yes” I told her, feeling her other hand vibrating the small
part of my cock that was outside of her young cunt. With a
final thrust, I ejaculated my cum deep inside of her, with
the sudden realisation that I could be making her pregnant.
I half pulled out, but as the next wave of orgasm hit me,
pushed back in, not caring in my ecstasy. My whole body felt
that it was in orgasm as I spurted again and again.
Eventually I stopped, exhausted but sated, and stayed
inside, still kissing my young girl-friend as my penis
softened, and we, together, fell asleep.

I woke up the following morning alone. Feeling guilty, yet
uncertain about the events of the previous evening, I went
into the house with some trepidation. Those who were neither
throwing up in the toilets, or still asleep outside, were
eating breakfast, so I joined them, getting a bowl of cereal
and a black coffee. I was a bit queasy and conscious that
Juliette in some fit of nerves might have told someone of
our night together. However, a few minutes later, Juliette
appeared, looking like a vision, in a little white baby-doll
nighty. With her panties just visible below its frilled hem,
and cute white ankle-socks she looked like an advertisement
for little-girl sex, and I knew that other boys were
effected by her. She gave me a coy smile, then went over to
the fridge. Filling a glass with milk, she walked back to
the door, paused, then came towards me. I was worried as to
what she might say, but she just smiled and passed me a bit
of paper. Her brother looked up, but as she told me it was
‘just a telephone message’ looked down again.

It wasn’t until I returned home that I opened it. My parents
were at Church, but I went to my room and took the note from
my pocket, laying it on the bed.

“Dear Ian,

Last night was lovely for me… I love you so much, but know
that you’re probably not interested in a girl like me
because I’m too young. I don’t mind if you have lots of
other girl-friends, but I’ll always do anything for you.
I’ve been looking at William’s dirty magazines since I came
to bed, and read one that showed an older girl in a school
uniform being spanked. Would you want to spank me? Is that
what men want to do with girls like me? Maybe you want me to
suck your willy while you spurt your white stuff into my
mouth? You could do anything at all, really, even if I
didn’t like it, or if it hurt me, because you’re all that
matters. Please call me, and even if I’m not as old, or as
pretty, as your other girl-friends, at least you know that
I’ll always say yes to you.

I love you.

Juliette.”