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Subject: {ASSM} STORY: The spanking of Jim. (ff/t, spanking, femdom, hum, nc)
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The spanking of Jim. (ff/t, spanking, femdom, hum, nc)

By Jari

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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
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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.


The End
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