PART ONE f – The Third Date

  I smiled to myself. My team mates, the other girls like me across the other teams. My immediate peer group. I was sure that not a single one of any of them had what I had now, not even coming close. Any one of the girls he had gone through trying to politely chat them up, before ending up in my court. Asking to carry their books, smiling and holding a door open. He asked one if she wanted help with a big heavy box of stuff carried in. What had I heard from them. I can carry my own books, I'm a big girl. Another? Rolled her eyes, opening doors was an insult. The st one bragged she didn't appreciate some guy using carrying a big, heavy box as an excuse to see where she lived.

  Idiots. I had been asked to join in the round table, we have a creepy new cheerleader joke circle. I heard it go around the table, and asked what was creepy. It all sounded innocent enough. What was wrong with a guy being sweet. I reminded them they all compined, that guys weren't nice to them when they went out like they should be. I ughed and told them, sounds like a guy is trying to be nice, and you're making fun of him.

  Then, I figured out who he was from the descriptions. This was the guy I had sat next to in a css and eyed up, a little. A few others had stood around to see the guy I was looking at go in for css, so we could check him out and give him the once over. Not bad, could work, let us know how it goes. It wasn't until the computer csses came to light, they giggled. How it was too bad a decent looking guy had been "wasted" like that. Guys over 6 foot tall don't grow on trees. We all were tall girls and had a problem finding one taller, let alone first a decent looking one, then one that wasn't being chased and caught by little girly girls.

  Another night, same thing, and over a short time this same guy was making the rounds of a couple of us female athletes. We were being asked out for coffee, or to be walked to css, or would they like some company to the library. Once again, I said my piece. Hey girls, same guy you all agreed looks decent. So he has good grades, what a crime. Gee, sounds like a nice guy. Too nice, creepy jokes, ughter. I got teased for liking "the creepy guy" who was obviously the new cheerleader making the rounds trying.

  Now granted, I had just put my whip across his ass and quite forcefully and for quite some time, but still. I could have gotten this rubdown and massage, I am quite sure, anytime I had asked had I known I would have enjoyed it this much. Tall but no basketball pyer, not a bodybuilder by any stretch but definitely fit and trim. You'd see him working out in the gym and he was no little guy. He wasn't jacked on steroids, but you'd see him other times jogging, sometimes quite far on side roads from our big campus. We looked down and checked the odometer, the bastard was 5 miles out from campus, and hadn't turned around to start back yet.

  I had this rubbing and massaging every inch of my body, attentively. I could have been enjoying this months ago or earlier. If any girl that reads this has ever had a sore foot day, imagine being around 6 foot like me, and over 180 pounds even if it is all muscle because I'm an athlete. You try running that much weight around in soccer spikes for a couple hours, then see how your feet feel when you limp home at night, muscles aching from sprinting the whole time, not power walking or sissy jogging with baby steps. Imagine how much you'd enjoy a nice foot rub, or a rubdown being offered.

  One girl had a guy. Complete jerk, but he was a bad boy. He was gone now, couldn't pass 100 level introductory csses, obviously the IQ of a rock. Laughed at the suggestion she get a back rub. He was a macho jerk, that was sissy stuff. Before he failed out his first year though, he had managed to make the rounds of a couple of her friends. Cock accidentally tripping and nding in her friend's twats, who knew better. The guy they were giggling and fawning over, wasn't even that great looking, didn't even work out. They were all but fighting over who got to cheat with him next, and taking turns going at each other's throats or bragging about it.

  He was shit, and they were behaving like shit to each other too. Me? I was ying here in absolute heaven. Being pampered. Had the rest of the night, and all the next morning, day, and the following night as well to look forward to more pampering. I could have my twat licked any time I asked, and I could drop my jeans and bend over the hood of the car and get grabbed and ridden as rough as I could stand until I cooed with pleasure from being ridden hard and put away wet, red in the face from pleasure. Would you mind grabbing me a few things dear? What would you like. If I kissed him and said thanks, instead of dumping him for being "too nice", how was I missing out on anything again?

  No, I had something rare and sweet, and I wasn't going to screw this up. I wasn't getting this home spa treatment right now just because I'd put my riding crop across his ass until he wouldn't sit down comfortably for a day or two. He stared at my body before that had ever happened. Would you like to put your hands all over the body you're ogling? Sure, it would have been real difficult, I'm certain. I didn't have to whip him to get this treatment. Though red faced and smiling, hiding my face in my hands to hide my scarlet blush, I knew it hadn't prevented it. And while you're at it, would you mind licking my ass while you're going all over me anyways? Thanks. No, they weren't getting this level of attention. Anything I wanted, anytime. Do I deserve to be so spoiled? Probably not, but hey, what the hell. Being spoiled is nice work, if you can find it.

  I'm sure he would be a pleasure to have around the townhouse apartment. What did their rare gems do when over? Pubic hairs all over the shower and tub, toilet seat up no matter how many times you asked. A sink full of dirty dishes, and eating all our food, hamburger grease everywhere from making a simple burger. What would mine be like? Hanging on my every word. Alone, in bed, getting pampered or ridden hard. Honey, would you do me a favor, and wash the dishes tomorrow morning before you leave for css? I'm sure I'd get a yes, and I bet he started doing it regurly without being asked again.

  Girls, feel free to take notes. If this is too nice? I like it. Would I do what almost all other girls did in this "too nice" situation? Roll my eyes, become disinterested and start looking. Bide my time friend zoning him while I pursued worthless dead end guys that would never amount to shit, and treated me like shit while they were still around. Hell no. I had a great thing going. I knew immediately how I was going to have to handle this situation and right from the get go. The instant they met him next weekend when I would have him over? Yeah, I'd show off how he fetched me something to drink without being asked. But the instant the others started asking, hey grab me one too, me too. Uh uh. Girl talk time.

  He can listen, too. This? This is mine. It belongs to me. You? Go get your own. He's not here to fetch you drinks. She can get her own drink, you sit down and watch the movie with me. And, the one room mate? Hmm. She's getting a little one on one girl talk, first chance. Yeah, we're team mates, and technically we're still friends after I forgave her. Eventually. And now she's even a room mate once she nded her starting spot. This one? Last year, I nded a guy simir to this one, his st year of pre med. Lost him to run off to med school and I'll never see him again. Found out after he left, that this one had found him drunk at the bar, and had him "walk her home because it was te". The way I heard it, he was stumbling and singing, and she had his arm around her shoulder so she could walk him to her dorm room. Where go figure what went on. This? Came out after he was poof, but still.

  I would never have forgiven her, if not for her being a team mate. Now the only reason she was in our townhouse in the vilge, well, she was friends with two of the others who voted her in. Forgiveness? Under my protests, and only because the coach asked me to think about it. Since the guy was gone anyways, could I please try? Okay coach. For the team.

  I could see it now, waiting on her to step out of the shower and reminding her what I never forgot. You start so much as batting your eyes at this one? I will knock the ever loving shit right out of you, and if you don't think I can, dare me. Steal one of the other worthless losers the girls are sharing.

  There's four bedrooms and a bathroom upstairs, we each have our own room. We already discussed this while ying there, wondering what things were going to be like. I told him, I expected him to take my polite suggestion that he was not permitted to step one inch inside any of those other three bedrooms. If I'm home or not, for any reason. I expined it wasn't him I was worried about, that we all had house rules that other boyfriends were off limits in other girls rooms, especially for those innocent reasons. Aw, would you help me with my home work? Would you help me clean, I'm so sore from the big game. We all know the one doing it, is just showing off and daring the other to say anything. Fucking dare me, I can't wait.

  He said he wouldn't ever do it, even if I wasn't there. He didn't want to risk losing my body over it. I told him it wasn't cheating, he wasn't kicked to the curb. But he was to consider it a polite suggestion, to watch out for the other girls. All of them. Room mates, team mates, and the other teams as well. We all run in the same circle, and the girls basketball team and volleyball team seem to have a back and forth thing going, seeing who can fuck each other's guys, kind of for "sport-fucking". IE, you don't even like the guy, its just like putting a tampon in the other girl's beer. Fuck that. Because he had recently gotten what he had just gotten, yeah, he puckered up a bit at the thought of what I hinted at might happen. I kissed him and shushed him.

  "Listen to me. I'm not being mean, I'm not being a jealous bitch. This shit is rampant. What are your thoughts on the matter."

  "If you catch me in another room, no matter what, you said I wasn't dumped… but… I know what that means."

  "Good. If you're wondering? Imagine tonight? Except I'm actually mad. You'll have the option of leaving, or… what you already got a taste of, will be repeated more than once. Does that sound like a fun night?"

  "No. I promise."

  "All right. Want to know how to handle it, let's say some volleyball girl, maybe even one you asked out and turned you down starts being friendly? First of all, please remember. She doesn't even like you, its just her fucking with me, that's all it is. Would you rather have as many blowjobs as I can give you, or, just one from her?"

  "Yours…"

  "Right. Why risk one, when you can have all you want, constantly. Here's what you do, if or more like when, this comes up. Smile, be nice. Ask her to start texting you. You, will come to me. I mean in person. You tell me, and I'll give you permission to text her back. I expect to see every text, without being asked. Keep your texts innocent. If she makes a suggestion? You show me."

  "Hmm. What will you do, I wonder."

  "You made the joke, you'd pay money to see me smack some girly girl around, and you'd beat off to the cell phone video ter?"

  "Oh yeah. That would be hot."

  "Uh huh. You be a good little boy, and you come to me, before a problem starts that you aren't responsible for. I have a naughty proposition on a text you show me in my hand? You can pretend to accept. When she meets you and sees me come up and jump her ass about it, cell phone and text in hand? You'll see more than a little girl getting spped, trust me. You can make a cell phone video of a real cat fight. And you can beat off to it all you want, with my blessing, if it does anything for you. Now. Would that make you mad, that I was fighting your battles for you?"

  He thought about it.

  "No. I can't hit a girl. Its one of my things."

  "Right. I can and I will over that. I wasn't kidding, honey. You? Are mine. You belong to me now. I consider you, my personal property. You, are a fun dirt bike to ride, and I'm not handing out free rides on my new dirt bike for someone else to scratch it up or wreck it. Besides. How fun would it be, to brag to your guy buddies that two girls were actually fighting over you, hmm?"

  His eyes lit up.

  "Oh. They'd think I was making it up."

  "Right. Bring your phone, and you can prove it. And you can brag all you want. Is that a fair deal? You be nice to me, and you'll get all the sloppy blowjobs you can get it up for. All I want back is loyalty. You show me loyalty? I'll reward you, any way I can. My property, I own you… but you're not my sve. You're my prized possession. If any of the boys give you jokes about being pussy whipped, for being nice to me? First of all, we'll share a private joke about that, won't we."

  "Oh yeah."

  "Uh huh. Don't let that stuff get to you. What. You let them work on you, and quit being nice, because you're getting pussy whipped? All they're doing is ruining what you seem to be enjoying right now."

  And what he was doing, was ying with his head on my knee while running his hands over my legs, telling me how much he liked me. Tracing his finger around my tummy muscles, and kissing them.

  "Now. I want what I want in bed, you know that."

  "Oh, I know. I like it. Its hot."

  "Thank you, but… what I mean is. You don't have to hang on my every word when we're not… alone. If you know what I mean. I don't order a guy around outside of the bedroom. I don't want you thinking you'll get punished for forgetting to take your shoes off in the townhouse. Polite suggestions, outside of naughty time? Are not… do you get my drift? I don't bitch and nag. I'm pretty easy going most ways. You'll see. I pn on showing you off a little, you know."

  "What do you mean?"

  "Oh. I got a new dirt bike. I expect you to stay over, plenty of nights at the townhouse. Now, the girls are gonna hear us. We can't… you know. Not until we're alone, or we go somewhere. But. Sloppy blow jobs… sixty nines… body rubs for both of us… that's fine when we're there. And, if the girls hear me getting it like I got bent over the hood of the car earlier? I expect them to hear it. I wanna hear them tell the other girls at practice, that I'm walking funny. Does this sound like something you'll enjoy? Use me for a dirt bike, ride it like you stole it. And everyone will hear and know. Sound like fun?"

  "If you get half as wet as you were for bent over the hood… you'll be my favorite thing, trust me."

  "Oh… I'm getting wet telling you naughty bedtime stories in your ear. Maybe some licking first, long enough I make some noises. I want them to hear. Then? Flip me over and… you do what you did on the hood? I love a quick hard ride. Just like I taught you, you hold me down and make me take it good. Too hard isn't hard enough."

  "Hmm. You wanna make your team mates jealous."

  "Hell yeah. Because I'm not a whore and drag drunken bums home for randoms? I go without, and they think they're showing off. Mommy's turn. I get it on the regur. And I'm telling you, at the first hint of… what we talked about? I'll handle it. You just watch. Want to know my theory, honey?"

  "Yes please."

  "I want you to remember. Asking out girls like me. Not getting the time of day… did you like that? I mean, was it fun to not get the time of day? Hmm?"

  "Eh. Kinda sucks, what can you do."

  "You just watch. You ride me like you stole me when you stay overnight enough times? Jealousy. Soon as it starts? You, are going to be turning down girls that look like me. Laugh and tell them thanks but no thanks, you're just not interested. Watch their little faces. Watch the next couple come running to try it, to show off if they can get a sport-fuck. You'll give them a complex, trust me. What does mommy have, that I don't have. Is it my hair? Do these jeans make my butt look big? Did I forget to wear deodorant? Is my messy room a turn off? And, I'll hear about these things. And we'll sit up te at night ughing. Does that not sound better, than what you were going through with all of us, before you found me? Hmm?"

  "Sounds sweet as fuck, if it happens. Am I going to be the talk of the boys at the gym, or what."

  "Well. Aren't you guys always in the gym. Don't some of you check out the girls doing volleyball and basketball practices, in between sets?"

  "Oh, hell yeah. Look at the one in the yellow shorts. Dude, those things are tiny. She's shaking it jumping around, you gotta see that one. Go check her out when you get a drink at the water fountain."

  "Right. Its fine, I know guys like to look and talk. Its normal, but… imagine it. Oh, that one? Yeah she's okay and all. But hell, I turned her down st month. No you didn't you lying piece of shit. Oh really? Wanna see a cat fight video, right here on my cell phone? My girlfriend knocked yellow shorts girl on her ass, for hitting on me and I just wasn't interested. Like I said, she's okay, but… when she wouldn't take a hint I wasn't interested? Started bothering me, following me around like a puppy dog? Felt bad telling my girl about it. Here… watch the cat fight video boys. Mine's the tall tan one, with the legs. She stomped yellow shorts girl's ass into a mud hole for bothering me. Like I said, I told her I wasn't interested, I felt bad doing it, but. I warned her. Leave me alone, you bother me."

  "Oh my god. That ever happens, I'll be a legend. Honestly, its not my style."

  "Honey. I saw your fight video. What's wrong with having a little hitch in your giddy up, when you walk around. Enjoy it."

  "Truth?"

  "Of course, dear."

  "Guy that took me under his wing. You know, fighting."

  "Your mentor."

  "Yeah. He mentored me. He taught me. Big scary looking guys are one thing, but… you're learning how to tear the head off of some… all show and no go, curls for the girls guy that don't know shit about fighting, except kissing his biceps in the mirror. Like some fag in a girl's gym, ain't got a heavy bag in it."

  "Okay."

  "Anyways. This guy is scary, if you see him fight big guys. He's a holy terror."

  "Big guy, I guess."

  "Nope. Shorter than me, not exactly jacked either. He's quick, he's got a lot of wind, and he has experience. He goes through boxers and football pyers, like tissue paper. He wears football pyers out, then beats them senseless when their gas tank's empty. Big boxers? He rips them off their feet, and puts them in dirty wrestling moves and makes them cry for their mother. That's if he's in a good mood, they weren't talking shit on him. They talked shit? He gets them down in a good hold, where they can't defend themselves and beats them senseless. No bell to save you and let you get wind back, or get you out of a bad spot. I'm telling you, I'm taller, I'm bigger, I'm stronger… but this guy was mean as a rattlesnake and twice as dangerous, and everyone knew it. Wanna know what the moral of this story is?"

  "Sure."

  "If you met him on the street, in some bar? You would never know. Polite. Quiet. He told me a million times, if I started showing off, getting into bar fights over retard shit. If he ever heard I was picking on someone. He won't train me anymore. Guy was a quiet hard ass, and he told me. I'd get better at fighting, if I had the right attitude. His attitude. Its nothing personal, you shouldn't get an ego boost out of beating up some drunk retard that can't defend himself with beer muscles. Walk away. If the guy tries to corner you? He won't let you say what he wants to hear to let you get away? Let everyone else think what they want, it means nothing. If he goes to put his hands on you, after you let him look like the big man… you leave him ying in a puddle of his own blood, and you just walk away like nothing happened. I wanted to be like him. Yeah, he was my hero."

  "Wow. I bet no one messed with him, huh?"

  "Actually? When we went out for a couple beers now and then, he won't go anywhere guys know who he is. He doesn't like the… reputation, the stories. He said he doesn't need his ego puffed up. All it does, is make you weak. It puts a chink in your armor. All it attracts, is big weightlifters that don't know how to actually fight, coming around looking to make a name for themselves. Nothing but trouble. He took me out, showed me how to act. And yeah, guys were giving us the shits somewhere, it was a construction worker's bar. You know. You and your boyfriend better get outta here, we don't like fags here."

  "What was the problem over."

  "Nothing. Nothing at all. The boys were drunk, and looking to start fights for nothing. You know what he did?"

  "Left."

  "Yep. Said hey boys, its fine. Me and my boyfriend were just leaving. He left a pitcher of beer for the boys with the barmaid, paid the tab as a nice gesture they didn't even know about. We're getting in his car, the guy followed us out. Wanted to talk some more shit, he talked his way out of it. Said what the guy wanted to hear. We get in the car, to go somewhere else. It was early. Man, we're both ughing. He says, you know you can take that guy, right?"

  "Yeah. Tub of rd. No wind. Doesn't carry himself like anything, looks like a drunken bum."

  "Right. Gd you got to finally see it. Man, I'm trying to tell him anything I can, just to get rid of his annoying ass. And I'm trying to protect him, from actually getting hurt. I put him in the hospital? Some poor wife and kids are gonna worry where the food's coming from before his shoulder works again, and it ain't the wife and kid's fault."

  "Old school. Quiet hard ass."

  "Yeah. I wanna be him. Not, that drunken football pyer that night."

  "Any more morals to the story?"

  "I guess so. One. I'm not a hard ass, I don't care what you thought you saw on that video someone smuggled out. I'm half a hard ass, at best. My mentor? He was a full on hard ass. Two. What you saw? Just some big guy that lifts weights and shoots steroids. No technique, no real experience. Yeah. At The Barn? Guys like me, get asked to teach big new guys that think they're hot shit a lesson like that, when they won't quit running their mouth. That night? I closed it for him. Now, if I start thinking I'm big shit? That, will happen to me one day."

  "You still… fight?"

  "I work out. Friendly matches, for working out. Not like the video. I work out, new guys want a few pointers and ask? I try to get them started, until someone better qualified might take a look at them. Its just a work out now, hun. And. I gotta tell you. I'm a little bit ashamed."

  "Of what?"

  "That football pyer we're talking about, he caught me at a weak moment. I almost took the bait. And I know I'm not supposed to tell him to go ask… Bobby… to keep him out of trouble. At the moment, it was the easy way out. I shouldn't have done that though. My mentor, he wouldn't have approved, and I owe his memory more than that."

  "Oh. Is he…"

  "Yeah. Car wreck. Drunk crossed the center line, smeared him over about a hundred yards of Loop 9. Poor guy was driving to work."

  He paused, deep in thought.

  "Honey? Am I allowed to make any rules? If they aren't in the bedroom. I know, that's you're turf to be in charge. And its hot."

  "Sure. I'm not unreasonable. Out of bed, that is."

  "Hmm. I would ask you, pretty please. Don't go telling all your girlfriends about that video. I'd rather you deleted it and forgot it. That ain't me you saw in that video, that was some other guy."

  "I saw your tattoos on your back, I know---"

  "Its me? I'm saying its not really me anymore. I got nothing to prove. I got all I wanted out of fighting matches. I just work out now, have fun mentoring a few young kids, if they ask. Because my dead mentor, god rest his soul, did it for me. And… pretty please, with sugar on top. I don't know how many swats I'm risking for suggesting what to do twice in a row, but… please, don't… do that shit where the girl likes to see her man getting into fights over nothing."

  "Oh, sure. Yes to both. Is that your… secret? I have one. You can have a secret too. Its fair."

  "Yes. Thank you."

  "Am I allowed to… deck a girl that tries to ride my dirt bike?"

  "Hmm. Yes. And, if I get a cell phone video, I would appreciate it."

  "Okay. If I do… will you… you know… watch the video in front of me? Alone? You know. I wanna watch. I never got to see a guy do that."

  "Oh. You get me the video, I'll… put on a show for you, if it'll do anything for you. You put on a little show for me, didn't you? Its fair."

  "Hmm. Ain't I supposed to follow your mentor's rules?"

  "Nope. My rules. Not yours. His rules, were for him. My rules, are for me. The fact that I wanted his rules, and he gave them to me? That's got nothing to do with it. You? Have your own rules. From being in the women's sports world. I know nothing about that world. I'll assume you have your reasons, that things are like they are for some reason. Besides. Aren't you a… goon with skill, you said? Sounds like you have to be comfortable knocking girls around. Now. I will not lie to you. Would I get a secret thrill out of my girl gives me a hot cat fight video? Sure. Guilty pleasure of mine. What guy doesn't get turned on by that."

  "Hmm. If it gets me my little show I want to see? You'll get one. Shit happens with the girls all the time."

  "My little Goonie Bird."

  "Hmm. That's cute."

  "Am I allowed to use it out of the bedroom?"

  "I… will let you know. And don't pester me about it, because if you annoy me? You get swats. Speaking of which, how's your…"

  "Uh. You look for me. I can't see back there."

  "Yeah you can…"

  I grabbed my phone and the fsh went off, then I had a perfect shot of his butt cheeks.

  "Ouch. I really put my mark on you, and then some. Are you sure you wanna see this picture?"

  "Yeah. I never got a mark before. Those birthday and Christmas swats we talked about?"

  "Uh huh."

  "I admit. It was hot. I was turned on. I went to the bathroom ter, and noticed her hand mirror. You know, now I could see my butt in the big mirror?"

  "Okay."

  "Pffft. Both times. Barely could be called swats. Your medium? Was more like… what I was looking for. And… you want me to lie, that there isn't some fantasy, about… how you did it? Yeah."

  "You dared me."

  "I did. Like you said. Those hot little speeches you give before and after? Hmm. I asked for it, so I got it. Thank you."

  "Here…"

  I handed him the phone so he could see.

  "Wow."

  "Yeah…"

  "No wonder I can't sit down. Honestly… you won't be able to sit down if you touch that radio again… kinda thought that was just a figure of speech."

  "Its not."

  We paused, both looking at his butt picture on my phone.

  "Hey. You just said, those hot little speeches. You liked that?"

  "Oh. It was like the naughty bedtime story in my ear? Yeah. Hot. I loved it. Where did you learn to do that."

  "I was winging it. I mean, I was bored in the library before, I found some books on human sexuality. Little instructional videos on the internet. The speeches? Are supposed to be part of the deal. Anticipating what you know is coming, but you don't know when, and you don't know how far it will go… that's part of the thrill."

  "Oh yeah. Hot."

  "You didn't get a little speech before or after your… birthday and Christmas swats?"

  "Hell no. Giggles. Whee! Like that."

  "Sorry for your luck. Are you happy now."

  "Yes. Thank you."

  I blushed a little and whispered back.

  "You're welcome. If you want more of the same? Misbehave again. Test me. See what you get."

  "How did you… get the ideas for your… hot speeches, before and after?"

  "Oh, the one website? I was reading their how to whip your naughty little slut guide, or whatever it was called. Anyways. They said, its like this. Pretend its 1910, and if mommy catches her naughty little boy smoking behind the barn, what would she do. What would she say. Why, that little boy caught misbehaving, would get a lecture. He would know what was coming, then he would get taken to… wherever it got done at. It was a ritual."

  I smiled, because he said nothing and was clearly hanging on every word.

  "You will bend over that chair, and if you move? You'll get it again. Shut up with that screaming and crying, we haven't even gotten started yet. You want something to cry for? I'll give you something to cry for. Then, after it was over? They were in the doghouse. They got more lectures. Threatened with worse. Right now, twice as bad, if the attitude didn't change. Eventually, they had to beg for forgiveness. Then? You eventually forgive them. That's missing in our society now, and people have a fantasy about it happening. You give them, their fantasy."

  "I dared you. You took me up on my dare. Don't feel bad."

  "I don't feel bad. They said not to feel guilty. Especially when they ask for marks. They said, why would I feel bad, giving them what they were asking for. If they don't get it? They'll beg for it. One website said, if your man is coming to you with this and you're ignoring these requests? Telling him this is silly, grow up? Its like refusing to give blowjobs, because that's dirty and I'm not that kind of girl. Some other girl? Will blow him. Some other girl, that likes to swat a naked butt? Will take the opportunity to have fun with him."

  "Good advice."

  "I know, right. If your… birthday swats girl, would have given you what you kept begging for? We might not be here right now. Hard to find a guy I otherwise like, that will ask for this. You? Hard to find a girl you otherwise like, that will give it to you. They said, not to let it grow stale, either. You can now be having sex for hours at a time, or all weekend on a privacy getaway treat weekend. Regur couples can't amuse themselves for hours on end. But, we can. And then, there's the marking."

  "You said that before. You were going to mark me."

  "Yeah. Girls give their guy a hickey? Everyone knows he has a girl and she likes him. She marked him. They pointed out, that if your man is asking to get marks, that turn him on to see and feel the next day? He can no longer take his pants off, with some random girl. He's embarrassed of it, outside of the bedroom in most cases. Cheating? Will probably never happen if you mark his ass up a little. One suggestion, was to mark his ass up if you had to go away on business for the weekend. So he can't go out if he even wanted to. Even if he wasn't pnning it, it was off the table now anyways. It serves many purposes. They pointed out, you shouldn't really actually hurt someone bad, for not doing the dishes like you demand. But, if they ask for that, as a scenario? Well. Fun as it is, you're getting the dishes done."

  "Are… you going to get the dishes done?"

  I smiled and blushed. Whispered.

  "Maybe. We'll see."

  "Okay… what was the… hottest scenario you read about. The one you wanted to try."

  "Oh. If the woman is physically capable of putting the man over her knee? Over the knee, is the gold standard position. They said its one of the most… intimate positions, for both of them. A lot of comments said, yes. They finally tried the old fashioned over the knee spanking, and they loved it. Hairbrush, or bigger cleaning brush, were two of the favorites. So… yeah… over my knee. A nice cleaning brush. Some tears. Some… hot speeches. Before. During. After. Yeah… got me wet, reading it."

  "I guess most girls can't put their boy over their knee. They miss out."

  "Yeah. Its hugely popur with wives over the husband's knee, but some women can do it. If not, there's him over your p on the floor, and across your p on the couch, if you're otherwise too frail to…"

  "You aren't too frail for that, are you."

  I whispered, but I was done blushing.

  "I think I could. What do you think."

  "I'm pretty sure you could."

  "Hmm. Looking at this pic again, its a pity."

  "Why?"

  "Your little butt can't be smacked again."

  "Who says?"

  I held the picture out.

  "See that? Your butt says no."

  "Not even your hand?"

  "Are you daring me?"

  "Give me one on each cheek. I want to see. Just your hand."

  "Don't dare me."

  "I just dared you twice."

  I raised my voice a little…

  "I thought we went through this. You want a swat on each cheek. I'll teach you to dare me. You dared me twice? You get two. Hard hand smack on each cheek. We'll see what you think of that."

  "And what if I dared you a third time?"

  "I had about enough out of you. You want my hand on your ass? Fine. I'll put my hand on your ass. Face down on the bnket. I'll teach you to dare me."

  When he id face down, I acted irritated.

  "Feet together. Hands at your sides. Now. I'm going to give you one hard swat, with just my hand. One on each cheek. So you know what you're asking for. We'll see if you think this is a bright idea to dare me."

  I honestly thought if I made each hand smack good and hard, as best my hand could do, that would end this. So, I did.

  "Now then. You tell me. What did it feel like. Don't make me ask you twice. We went over that shit earlier. And you really don't want to get into that again. Speak."

  "It… really stings. It burns and stings. It… doesn't hurt, like the other, if you know what I mean."

  "Am I hearing correctly? I thought I heard the words, it doesn't hurt. And after the lesson that I thought you learned not that long ago, I can see we have a little more work to do. So? That's what we're gonna do. You think you can dare me, just because your little ass is already hurt? I'll show you to dare me. Don't move, or you'll get something you never dreamed of. Sit still. Don't look at me. Don't speak."

  I took my big leather belt off, and showed it to him.

  "You give me any more sass tonight? I'm going to give you the belt. Don't."

  I slid the belt under him, yelling at him to keep his hands at his sides, then buckled it around his arms, just above his elbows. Nice and snug.

  "Now if you try to move around? I can just grab this belt, and…"

  I whacked both cheeks, as hard as I could. Once each.

  I took his belt out of his pile of clothes, pulling it out of the belt loops, and showed it to him.

  "If you need the belt? You're now helpless, and I got another one that will work just fine. I'll show you what its for right now. Stay. Or else."

  I belted his knees together nice and snug.

  "There. Now. Open your mouth and say it a third time. Third times the charm. I'm going to teach you not to test me."

  "I… I dare you."

  "Oh. Big mistake. I'll show you what I think of a sass mouth."

  I sat on his upper body, which held him quite securely. My knees were at almost touching his hips, my strong legs tucked in against his body. My feet ended up around his head. He seemed to cradle his face into the little hollow created by my ankles coming in on a tuck. He was held securely, he would go nowhere. No arms, no legs, and rolling or bucking? Like I said, helpless.

  "No gag. You, are going to tell me when you think you learned your lesson."

  I decided to use big hand swats, this should end as quick as I could manage. I gave each cheek my hardest quickest swat.

  "Count. Or you'll get the belt, and there will be no counting for the belt. It'll take quite a while. Don't test me."

  I got a one.

  I gave each cheek two in a row. Two fast hard swats on left, then two on the right.

  "I'm waiting!"

  I got my two.

  I did three on the left cheek, then three on the right. I was getting sniffles, but nothing like I learned my lesson, like he was told. Fine.

  When he got five each, there were sniffles, and I could feel tears on my ankles. I didn't get my five, so I repeated five on each, and demanded my five. I got squirming, but I also got a quick five.

  "Miss a count again? I don't care where we're at. I'll start over, and we'll come right back up to the number you missed. I swear to god, don't fuck up my count. Moving right along."

  By the time we got to eight each, I got the sobs.

  By nine ending, in addition to the count I got the squealing and whining. He held out, and I started to get frustrated. I tried to up my game. I never did hand swats like this and I was learning faster was better, but you had to retract fast. Into the next swat. I got more squealing that way. I did ten each with this new found trick. I started hearing how he learned his lesson, before the other cheek got its ten.

  "No. You think you learned your lesson. I'll show what a lesson really is."

  I gave him ten more on the other cheek. All to promises that he learned his lesson, he learned his lesson.

  "Really? Because I… don't… think… so. I'll tell you when I think you learned your lesson. Dare me again. You're going to learn not to test me. Fuck counting. There's no more counts. There's just learning your lesson now, little boy. Dare me again after this, I dare you.

  I whacked any cheek, as hard and as fast as I could. A bunch on one, then the other, or alternating. Whatever the hell I felt like. I taunted him the whole time, too.

  "That's not crying. I'll show you crying. You want something to cry for? Fine."

  "Scream for me, little boy. You better quit yelling about that lesson being learned, you're just getting more for that. I told you, I'll tell you when you've learned your lesson."

  This went on for a while more. Eventually, I stopped and walked around. I knelt in front of his head.

  "Now I think you learned a lesson. I wanted you to see the difference, between when you think you've learned your lesson? And when I think you might have learned it. I suggest you remember this."

  I sat down again and drew my knees up once more, and I snapped my fingers and pointed at where he now knew was where the little crying face went, until he could compose himself.

  "You. Are so lucky I didn't have to tell you what to do, when I already showed you. Now that? Shows me that you might have actually learned a lesson. Maybe. I feel lots of tears on the tops of my feet, little boy. Keep them clean. Lick. Kiss. Wipe it with your face. But don't you dare look at me. I'm very disappointed in your behavior, and I'm sitting here deciding if you get more or not. Don't test me. You won't like what happens next, if you do. So, that's me daring you. Do you want to take my dare, little boy? Try me."

  I did the napkin toddler trick again.

  "Blow. You're lucky your little ass isn't getting what I just gave you? All over again, for getting your little snots on my feet. Now I have to wipe them off, and you know what? That's your job right now. You can't do a damn thing right, and I'm getting tired of it. As you've just seen. And you better get this annoying whiny shit over with, quick. I'm getting bored listening to it. We have work to do yet. We're going to have to go over it more, I can see. Its going to be a lot longer, before I forgive you. Not sure yet, if I even will. And if I don't? Well… you'll find out the hard way. Because now, I can see easy doesn't work with you."

  I had to admit, I was really getting into these lectures. They really were quite enjoyable. I never acted before, and it was fun. Hey, like the website said. If you're a woman, and your man wants his ass smacked? He wants marked up? What the hell. Give him what he wants, give him the 1910 child abuse discipline he fantasizes about.

  We went through all the same phases as before, but each was much longer. I terrorized him more this time around, too. Threatening him with my hand, produced little sniffles and quiet sobbing. Naturally, I was always this close to getting tired of it, and giving him something to sniffle about if he really wanted to do the fake sniffles routine, for sympathy. Sympathy which of course, I assured him there was none to be found.

  No telling how long he begged and apologized and pleaded. I kept stopping him, telling him uh uh, I heard that me shit st time. We need something better, and he better figure out what that was. Finally at the end, I was done. I told him to go back to his face where it belonged, that I still didn't want to see his face yet, I was still deciding. I told him my forgiveness hadn't been granted yet, but we were done.

  I stood up, and stepped into my athletic shoes. It was the middle of the night, out in the middle of the absolute nowhere. I left him ying on the bnket, the two belts still in pce.

  "Mommy's going for a little walk. I'll be back. If you've moved a muscle from that spot? Well… I dare you. All right? Let's see if you take any more dares with me now. Mommy? Is bringing you a little present back. I'm sure you'll just love it. Be back soon and, oh… don't go anywhere…"

  It was fun to walk naked in the pitch dark, with just one of the little LED nterns. The kind that are sor, cost nothing to run, and run all night if they're in the sun all day. I just snapped up the cheap sor nterns from the walkway and brought them for cheap lights that would run all night if I needed them, and charged themselves automatically all day if it took that long.

  I was a farm girl. I know one tree from another. Not all of them of course, but I knew what I wanted. A willow. I hiked in my athletic shoes and nothing else for a surprisingly short time, to find a little spring. You get near a spring, there's water around. Willows grow near water avaible year round.

  When most people say "willow", I generally assume they mean the Weeping Willow. That's the willow everyone instantly recognizes. They're pretty to look at, and quite distinctive the way all the branches and runners hang down. Honestly though, there's other willow trees. The Weeping Willow might be the most famous, but the Golden Willow is right behind it in a head count. Thing is, people will often have a Golden Willow and not even know what it is. It looks nothing like the Weeping Willow, at all. None of the same hanging stringy stuff, it all grows like a traditional tree. Up and out, erect leaves and branches.

  One of the willow tree's free gifts, is what is reputed to be one of the finest switches to be had, anywhere at any price. Its hard, its flexible, its sturdy. It bends just the little bit necessary to really wrap around an ass. Today the hickory switch is the one name everyone recognizes, but the old timers had the willow neck in neck with hickory for a photo finish. The website, one of them, had information on implements. Thicker hurt more, and gave more actual damage. Thinner, made for mainly sting and burn. Surface marks, not damage. I got myself several. Long ones thick or thin, are the most wicked. Also, they were said to make the swish noise. After a switching past tears, you could threaten them with just the swish, weeks ter, if you did it well enough that they remembered. The swish would terrify them they might get it again. I got three sizes in short and three nice long ones, from really thin, to sort of thick. I could come back anytime to refine what I learned I wanted, if need be. I took them all back.

  It would be easy to believe that the Weeping Willow is so named because of the reputation of the switches it provides? But no. The weeping isn't your victim you switch. The weeping is what the tree does, particurly if you park a nice vehicle under it. The sap and pollen can ruin a new car inside of two years. Common early growth locust trees are another car destroyer.

  "I'm back. I see you didn't move. That? Is a smart move on your part, little boy. Maybe, the only smart decision you've made so far this weekend. Daring me? Not working out as well as you thought, huh. Be very careful right now. Because you haven't seen anything yet. We, are getting to the bottom of things right now, soon. Oh. Get to the… bottom. Get it? Yeah, I made a funny. Ha. Ha. Ha. You? Are just about to be granted permission? Or, and I haven't decided yet… you're about to really get it. I'll show you. You just keep quiet. Stay still. Not a word."

  I took one of the steak knives we used eating, and wiped it off on a clean napkin, and went to work. I carefully skinned the willow branches. Took little imperfections off. Took me a little while, but not that long. We had all night.