Message-ID: <50621asstr$1109895003@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: <news@google.com> X-Original-To: ckought69@hotmail.com Delivered-To: ckought69@hotmail.com X-Original-Path: not-for-mail From: jarilid@freemail.nl (Jari) X-Original-Message-ID: <809d49c2.0503030455.22f31cc0@posting.google.com> Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit NNTP-Posting-Date: Thu, 3 Mar 2005 12:55:59 +0000 (UTC) X-ASSTR-Original-Date: 3 Mar 2005 04:55:59 -0800 Subject: {ASSM} STORY: The spanking of Jim. (ff/t, spanking, femdom, hum, nc) Lines: 393 Date: Thu, 3 Mar 2005 19:10:03 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2005/50621> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: newsman, hoisingr The spanking of Jim. (ff/t, spanking, femdom, hum, nc) By Jari _____________________________________________________________ WARNING: Standard Disclaimer. The following story is purely a work of fiction. It contains scenes of adult nature, so if you are under 18, stop reading now. This story contains sexual behaviour. If you are offended by such activities, do not read any further. This is purely a fantasy. Any resemblance to any person, living or dead is purely coincidental. The author is not responsible for any damage resulting from reading this work. Copyright 2005, the author. All rights reserved. Any reproduction of this work outside the confines of the usenet news group, alt.sex.stories, without the explicit permission of the author is prohibited. Reactions welcome at jarilidSPAM@planet.nl (remove SPAM) ______________________________________________________________ I remember when I was 13 years old I hung around a lot with Jim, our neighbor's son. He was my age (a few months older actually) and seemed to like to play with me as much as I liked to play with him. I don't know why, we just seemed to get along fine without the tension you normally have at that age between boys and girls. He was a bit small for his age and a bit skinny, but he had a cute face with beautiful dark-brown eyes that grew almost black when he was angry. We did most of the time boy-like games, like climbing trees, playing baseball etc. Now at this particular day I want to tell you about, we didn't quite knew what to do. So we just lied down on the grass on a field behind our houses. We had spent the last half hour summing up things we might do but we all rejected them for one reason or another. I noticed that Jim began to be annoyed. `Why can't we go swimming then?' he asked. `Because I have a rash on my belly, and am not allowed to go in the water,' I answered. Actually I didn't have a rash (had one, but it was cured) but I was just in a mood to annoy Jim. I don't know why. As I told you before most of the time we could get along well, but now for some unknown reason I just wanted to cross him. `Let's play some soccer then. Just the two of us,' he pleaded on. `No, it's too hot,' I sighed and turned on my back, my hands folded under my head. I looked at the clouds drifting along the blue sky and pointed out some strange forms to Jim. I knew he hated that game, just looking at the sky and do nothing else than watching the clouds, trying to make out elephants, or witches or strange faces in them. `Oh no, not that again. You know I hate just laying around,' Jim sounded angry. `There, that cloud to the left, you see? It just looks like your father, only with a very big nose' I laughed. Suddenly Jim sat up and crouched the two yards up to me on his knees. To my surprise he straddled me, sat on my chest and tried to get hold of my wrists to pin me down. We had never before tried each other's strength. Maybe because I was a girl and he a boy, and boys and girls just don't compare their strength as boys do all the time. Or maybe because we both took it for granted that Jim, being a boy, was the stronger of our two in any case. Anyway, as I said before, I was in a mood to cross Jim, so I started to fight back. I had no intention to really find out who was the strongest. I assumed he was, but I just didn't want him to beat me so easily. So I waved my arms around to avoid his grasp. When he got hold of my right arm and pinned it down next to my head I understood I just had one last chance to escape and I suddenly bucked. I arched my back real high and to my surprise Jim lost his position and fell off me sideways. Quick as a snake I jumped on him, turned him on his back, straddled him and pinned his arms down next to his head. Piece of cake! I was surprised how easy it went. Now it was Jim's turn to try and escape. He squirmed and bucked and stretched himself, but I just followed his movements and didn't let myself being thrown off. I must admit I began to enjoy the feeling of power I had over the desperately fighting boy. I felt the adrenaline gushing thru my veins and I thought I could go on for ever riding on top of Jim, feeling how he tensed his muscles all in vain. After a few minutes I noticed his movements grew less and less forceful, and they also became very predictable. He seemed to get fatigued. Then he lay still. I looked down on him, my hands holding his wrists onto the ground, my face hanging inches above his. His eyes were averted at first, but after a while he looked up to me. I saw his eyes were black as coal, so he seemed not to enjoy having lost the fight. `Let me go, Marjory, I don't want to hurt you' he said boldly. That remark just pissed me off. I had had half in mind to get off of him, have a good laugh about his defeat and forget all about it (we girls are not so keen on strength contests as boys are), but now I just strengthened my grip on his wrists. `Just you wait, boy. I'm not finished with you yet. First admit you have lost. Say: `I give'. `Never!' `Say it! Say it out loud!' I crept a bit higher on his chest and tried to get my knees on his biceps. I had often seen boys doing that to each other and it seemed to be very painful. But I had better not done it because Jim saw the danger coming and suddenly threw himself sideways. I hadn't the leverage I had before and I just tumbled off of him. Now the struggle started again. Luckily I had been able to throw my arm around Jim's neck when tumbling off of him, which gave me some advantage. On the other hand Jim didn't want to loose again to me, a girl!, so he fought like hell to get on top of me. But I just kept his head in a tight headlock and let him push and pull what he could. I saw how his head became as red as an overripe tomato, and his breathing got louder and louder. I must admit that everything in my body began to ache, but I just pressed his head against my side and held on as long as I could. Then I felt again how his movements grew weaker, so I quickly took advantage of his exhaustion and threw him on his back again. To straddle and pin him again was the work of two seconds. There I was once more on top of him! He looked really desperate now. He was covered in sweat (I sweated profusely too, by the way). He had his eyes closed tightly, and breathed heavily. I just waited until he had recovered a bit and then started anew: `Tell me you submit. Say: I give!' He didn't move at first. Then he suddenly opened his eyes. I saw they had regained their usual brown color again. I sensed Jim was really defeated this time. I repeated my question: `Say: I give. Just say it!' `I give' I heard him mumble. `Say it louder, Jim. Speak up!' `I give!' he admitted in a clear voice now and he looked me in the eyes for a moment. I knew he meant it and that he was submitted. I felt so sure that I let go of his hands. I just sat on his chest, without holding his arms down or so. Nothing happened. Jim just lay underneath me, eyes averted, still panting a bit. I decided to enjoy myself fully and not to let him go too soon. I looked around me. We were just on ourselves on the field. Sometimes a trespasser came by, but they paid no notice to two kids horsing around. We were alone in a big, big world, and I felt on top of it! I looked down again on my victim. He was looking back this time. `How does it feel to be defeated by a girl?' I asked. `Don't know. Not good I suppose' he answered. `C'mon, tell me, Jim: what do you feel right this moment?' `Don't know' he repeated listlessly. `A bit ashamed I think. A boy should not loose to a girl.' I smiled at him from above. `Yeah, what will your friends say when they see you here, lying helplessly underneath me.' He startled and looked around to see if one of his friends came along. `Don't you tell, them Marjory, or I will...' `Or you will what?' I asked. I don't know what came over me but I just slapped him in the face, not very hard but still painful I suppose. `Ouch!' he cried. `That hurts! Don't do that.' He held his right hand against his cheek which had a red mark on it. Still he didn't try to free himself. I wondered if he felt so defeated that he just had no guts to try. Or could it be that he secretly enjoyed being in my power? I remembered having read something like that once on the Internet. `Put up your knees' I told Jim. He did and I just leaned backwards against them. So confident I was that he wouldn't try to use the situation to get away. `So where were we? Oh yes, your friends.. what if they would see you in this humiliating position.' I looked at Jim to see his reaction. He cringed a bit. `Tell me, Jim, would they laugh at you?' `Think so' he shrugged, `c'mon, Marjory, get off me. You had your fun. Next time it won't be so easy for you.' "Ha! Still thinking you can beat me, hey? Well, I have no intention of letting you go so soon. I just want to enjoy myself.' To be sure I grope his wrists again to pin him properly. He didn't move though. Then we heard his mother call: `Jim! Jim! Where are you? Lunch is ready!' `I have to go now' Jim said and tried to get up, clearly expecting I would release him at his mother's command. But I didn't move, I just put some more weight on his wrists. `You are going nowhere until I tell you, boy' I added. He looked in my face, really scared now. `C'mon March, you heard my mother called me. Let me go or I will be grounded.' Now he began try to get free again. He started to squirm, but I easily held him down. After a few minutes he stopped his futile attempts. `Hey Jim, March, what are you two doing?' suddenly a high voice sounded. I looked up and saw Sue approaching. She was a friend of Jim, not so much of me. She was in the same class as he. `Are you two playing or what?' she added. Jim panicked a bit. I knew he fancied Sue and sure didn't want to be seen by her in this humiliating position. He tried to save his face by saying `Hi Sue, we are just horsing around a bit,' and with that he tried to surprise me and throw me off. I suspected he would try to do so however and was able to remain on top and press his hands again onto the ground. `Stay where you are, Jim!' I told him. Sue started to laugh. `Hey Marjory, did you pin him down for real? Cool! Just let him feel a bit of girl power!' She sat herself next to us on the grass and looked at the two of us, smiling. I just started a conversation with her to let her know I had everything under control. We exchanged some news from school etc., ignoring Jim completely. It was a strange but exciting thing to do. Then after a while we fell silent. As I told before, we weren't really befriended so our mutual topics of interest ran out. Then suddenly Sue said, pointing at Jim, `couldn't we have some more fun with him?' I looked at her with a big question mark on my face. What did she mean? She added `you know.. just see what he looks like.' I still hadn't a clue what she meant. `Under his pants I mean,' Sue said. I startled. `You mean you want to pull his pants down?' `Yeah. It will be fun. Have you ever seen how a boy looks down there?' I shook my head. The thought of doing something else with Jim besides holding him down hadn't occurred to me. I wasn't sure I liked it. As I told before: Jim and I could get along fine and nothing `sexual' had ever come up between us. I wasn't keen on it too, so I said hesitatingly `I don't know, what's the point?' `Oh well, if you are chicken.. `Sue said. I sure didn't want to be called chicken, but I also didn't want just to pull Jim's pants down to look at his thing and everything. Although I was a bit curious.. Sue saw that I was still hesitating and then she suggested: `Why don't we spank him?' I must admit that that appealed more to me. I myself had been spanked when I was small and I remembered the strange mixture of pain, humiliation and excitement that was caused by it. I was curious if the effect on Jim would be the same. So I nodded and said casually: `yeah, why not?' This caused a renewed effort by Jim to get free. `Don't you two dare lay hands on me. I'll tell your mom and dad. I'll pay you back!' were some of the remarks he shouted at us. I had a lot of trouble keeping him under control but somehow I managed and in the end he was fatigued enough again to give in. While I held Jim down, Sue started to open up his belt. He tried to resist but I just added a bit of pressure on his wrists. She removed the belt from his trousers, because she wanted to use it for the spanking. Then she pulled down his zipper. Sue giggled. `I have never done this before you know.' She placed both hands at Jim's sides on top of his waistband and pulled his jeans down to his ankles. I got a bit worried. "Do you want to spank him on his bare behind?" I asked Sue. "Yeah, of course. Otherwise he won't feel a thing, you know," she responded eagerly. I nodded and looked around if someone could see what we were doing, but not a soul was to be seen. Jim seemed to have given up fighting me. So I dared to turn my head around and take a look at his lower body. His pale legs were stretched out on the ground and stuck out of the bundle of his trousers around his ankles. I let my eyes wander upwards and saw he wore Mickey Mouse boxer shorts. It made Jim look much younger and vulnerable. I looked at Sue and we both started giggling. "We have to turn him around," she said, "you turn his body while I turn his legs." We started to push and pull Jim around. He didn't put up much resistance, so after a while we had him lying on his belly, his buttocks poking upwards. I sat on his back now, but I had turned around so I was facing his underbody. I held Jim down by my sheer weight. Sue placed her hands on the waistband of his boxer shorts and started to pull them down. Slowly his white butt came into view. He had nice, small buttocks which he clenched together right now. It made the small dent at each side of them all the more prominent. When Jim's shorts were down halfway his thighs, Sue stretched out her hand and stroked his behind. A light shiver went thru his buttocks. Then Sue raised her hand and let it come down on Jim's rear. It made a kind of splashing sound. I felt a shudder go thru Jim's body and he let out a small cry. On the white of his flesh a red mark appeared. I felt strange, both excited and repulsed at the same time by what Sue did to the helpless boy. She administered another blow to his rear. Splash! Jim let out a louder cry. And another.. splash.. and another. His once so white and immaculate globes began to look messy with red markings all over them. Then Sue took hold of Jim's belt and slapped it across his already maltreated behind. I felt how Jim really tensed up this time and he roared out a loud `Ououououou..!" Sue and I were both startled by the noise he made. We anxiously looked around but luckily no one seemed to have heard his howling. But it was clear that the use of the belt was too much for poor Jim to bear. For a while Sue and I didn't know what to do next. I was in the mood to end the whole thing but then Sue whispered to me: "I want to see his front, don't you?" I suddenly felt a bit nauseous. The idea to turn Jim around and to see his whole thing and everything turned me on, but I also felt sorry for him. It must be really humiliating for a boy to be treated this way by two girls. I began to say: "well, I don't know, Sue, can't we just leave him?" But Sue had already grabbed his two legs and looked at me invitingly. Curiosity prevailed and I helped her turn Jim on his back again. When we had managed to do so (which went quite easy by the way, because Jim seemed to be somehow stunned and put up no resistance whatsoever), I turned around, resumed my former position on Jim's back and looked at my friend's naked crotch. Surprised I let out a soft cry. Jim's manhood stood straight up against his belly, obviously the effect of his spanking. As I had never seen a boy's thing for real, let alone one that had gone stiff, the sheer sight of it startled me. It measured approximately 7 inches and looked rather lean. I once had been able to throw a quick glance at a picture of a mature man in some porno magazine someone had brought along, and I remembered that the dimension of the man's erected member abhorred me. But Jim's erection looked rather innocent. I could well imagine myself playing with it. Underneath it I saw his small sack with the two balls in it. They were also very intriguing. Because Jim had still very little pubic hair, everything was easily to be examined. Only a few traces of some fluffy, brownish hair were to be seen at the root of his erected penis. I looked at Sue for a moment. Her face was flushed and her lips were slightly opened. She panted a bit while her eyes were glued to Jim's immature manhood. I turned my head around and looked at Jim's face. He still lay down quietly, but his mouth was twitched. Then Sue seemed to want to take the bull by the horns, so to speak, because she stretched out her hand and took Jim's thing in her hand. "Eek!' she let go of it almost immediately, "that feels weird!" I got very curious and followed her example. I took Jim's member in my hand and pressed it lightly. It felt hot. The thin layer of skin on top of it was soft but underneath that it's kernel was solid. A wave of heat run thru my body and I turned all red. Sue giggled. "I can see it turns you on." She seemed to have overcome her first surprise and took Jim's balls in her hand. Giggling she rolled the two plumes around in the palm of her hand. I began to examine the head of Jim's penis and let my fingers wander around the purple knob. It had a kind of rubber texture, which really intrigued me. When I stroke the small piece of skin that connected the head with the skin of the penis Jim let out a deep sigh. I decided that he seemed to like what I did, so I just let my index finger circle around that part of his penis. Had I known what Jim was undergoing right then, with one girl holding his balls and another one stroking his most sensitive spot, I might have stopped doing what I did. But at that time of my life I had no experience with what turns a boy on and neither had Sue. She seemed to be fascinated by his balls and kept on giggling while she fondled them. Then suddenly I felt Jim tensing up again. For a moment I thought he had recovered and would make another attempt to free himself. But instead he let out a low grunt and his body relaxed again. At the same time my hand became covered with some lukewarm stuff. Sue and I screamed at the same time. We had brought Jim to his climax without us being aware of it. I let go of his member right away. It kept on throbbing for a while on it's own and a ray of sperm leaked slowly out of it. Sue had also released his sack. We both stood up and with reddened faces looked down on Jim's cum-smeared crotch. The three of us seemed frozen for some time. Then suddenly the voice of Jim's mother was heard again. "Jim! If you don't come home this instance you'll get no lunch and no dinner today. So suit yourself!" This brought new life into Jim. He jumped up, pulled up his shorts and trousers and put his belt on again. Without even looking at us he started to run home. Sue and I looked after him. Then Sue softly said goodbye to me and hurried in another direction. I suddenly became aware of my sticky hand, covered with the remains of Jim's sperm. I brought my hand to my nose and smelled at the strange substance. It smelled weird. Then I brought my hand to my mouth and licked some of the sticky goo up with my tongue. It tasted even weirder, a bit salty, and I almost had to puke. I wiped my hand clean on the grass and began to walk home. I realized how lucky we had been that no one had come by and seen what we had done just now. 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