Turning the Tables
|by Y Lee Coyote|
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The following story is fiction about how a high school senior bully gets his comeuppance from a freshman geek. The story contains scenes of spanking and strapping. If these subjects are offensive, uninteresting or if you are a minor (i.e., child) please leave now.
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Watch out for bullies! I was warned. Warned by everyone. Well, actually by my cousin Jeff who is a couple of years older and goes to Eastside HS. Me? I was about to start Westside HS. I’m a little thirteen-year-old geek. I was through with the eighth grade and that’s what I’m continuing to be now that I’m in the ninth grade.
Jeff was right. It only took Mark and his posse a couple of weeks to cut me from the herd like a wolf pack does with a weak herbivore in the wild. It probably would have been kinder for them to just kill me but they preferred to torture me. I was their favorite and after a month their only target. What did they do? Just take a few guesses for I’m sure that you know what happens in high school.
They were waiting for me one Wednesday morning when I got off the school bus.
We are displeased by your lack of respect, boy. they said.
We have warned you several times so for that you shall be punished. I started to protest but they dragged me around to the side where the teacher on monitor duty could not see although the other students could and did.
Disrespectful little boys get spanked. they chanted. A couple held me as Mark opened my belt and slacks and yanked them down. They found my tighties-whites to be worthy of derision as they claimed that they were for baby boys as they did when they pantsed me five time before. They quickly got yanked down to my ankles also. Then they flipped me over Mark’s lap and held me there. Even if I was a superhero I could not have fought back.
Mark intoned very righteously:
Naughty little boys get spanked good and HARD. and proceeded to spank me. All he used was his hand but he was a jock and older and bigger and it fucken hurt. I yelled a lot but they all laughed. When Mark decided that my ass was sufficiently red and hot and glowing he stopped. I was dumped on the ground and they yanked off my sneakers and tossed them away. Likewise with my slacks. They dumped my pack scattering my papers. They kept my underpants.
After they ran off a couple of my classmates helped me get back together and then we saw that my underpants were flying in the breeze along with the flag. I remained the laughing stocking for days with comments from even the nice kids about getting spanked on my bare ass. Of course, it was a gym day so everyone got to see my red butt in the showers. Some carefully cropped images of my red hot butt got posted. Was this to be my fifteen minutes of fame?
After this humiliation, I was seriously thinking about transferring to Eastside although I could have the same problem there.
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It was right after school a few days later and I was heading across the field with a couple of my friends when I encountered Mark with a bevy of his bedazzled groupies. I ignored him but he took offence at my supposed lack of respect for I hadn’t stepped aside nor saluted him. He grabbed me and dragged me over to a bench. The girls were laughing behind their hands.
Leave me alone. I demanded.
That was not very effective for he yanked my belt and pants open and flipped me over his lap. As he was about to yank my pants down, I counter-attacked. I just hit him at the pressure point in his thigh with my elbow. I slammed into him as hard as I could. Even if he had known that was coming there was no any way to stop it.
Mark was not expecting any resistance and he gave a most satisfying howl as the pain coursed through his evil body. Which, naturally, caused him to release his hold on me and I bounced up. He recovered quickly and headed for me yelling obscenities. Since there was not anyway I could out run him, I stood like I was frozen in the spot. Then I raised my foot quickly and he nailed himself right in the balls. This really took the wind out of his sails.
While he was incapacitated, I pulled out my belt and yanked down his shorts. He would regret going commando this day as his undersize junk felt the breeze. Perhaps that would be sufficient for a casual bully but I knew that I needed to really teach him a lesson. Now I sat on the bench and pulled him over my lap. I pushed one of his hands up to his neck with a twist so that it was painful (for him). All those hours in karate class were proving useful for the first time. Now I would let my belt do the talking.
And talk it did. I must have given him more than fifty cuts as hard as I could. His butt turned pink, then red, bright red and settled into a crimson red. It definitely was swollen. I was very happy doing this especially after he started yelling:
STOP! It fucken hurts. That certainly was music to my ears nicely punctuated by the rhythmic slap of my belt on his butt.
Mark had one more surprise for me for he started to bawl in addition to howling. I strapped him a lot more. Then I dumped on the ground. His admiring groupies had all disappeared. My friends got a mess of pictures. All his yelling had attracted a lot of other students who gave me a round of applause. There was another mess of photos posted to the web.
Mark never bothered me again.
© Copyright A.I.L. November 30, 2015
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