This short story is an entry in the 2002 Soc.Sexuality.Spanking Summer Short Story Contest and is copyright by the author and commercial use is prohibited without permission. Personal/private copies are permitted only if complete including the copyright notice. The author would appreciate your comments
Category: First/Last
Soccer Girls Get Even
By
Mara Maharakshasa <MaraMahaRakshasa@aol.com>
The next next girl was Becky Thatcher. Tom was trembling from head to foot with excitement and a sense of the hopelessness of the situation. Becky held a particular grudge against him. Not only had he been spying on the girl's team in the shower and seen their naughty, secret 'good luck' ritual but she suspected he was the boy who had been stalking her the past three months, lurking in her parent's garden, climbing trees to peer in her bedroom window, sending her nonsensical love poems in the mail.
Not that he was in a position to do anything about her antipathy for him. Aided by the coach, the formidable Miss Myers, the girls had successfully grabbed him as he bicycled away from school, his pants bulging with renewed excitement at what he'd seen from his secret hideout in the rafters of the changing rooms. He'd had a clear view of all their antics as he peeked through the gap he'd made in the ceiling tiles.
Now, back in the deserted gym, he was firmly roped to a vaulting horse, face down, his shredded clothes scattered from the parked bus outside, all the way down the corridor and into the gym.
Miss Myers had supervised their endeavors, supplying them with rope from a locker. And then, gleefully produced a selection of wooden paddles and canes from her office. Tom's heart had sunk, because he'd been heartened when she'd prevented any excessive cruelty, ordering, 'leave his balls alone.' But to hear her pronounce, 'we're going to give him an unofficial school punishment,' as they ripped his clothes from him made him realize how much trouble his curiosity had caused.
"I didn't do anything!" he protests, as Miss Myers prepares to gag him with a knotted towel.
"Oh, no? Well, the poor girls came squealing out of the shower, saying there was semen dripping on them. And when I looked out the window there you were, climbing down a drainpipe and running to your bike! You were spying, and wanking! I'm sure it was you, because your prick is still dripping!"
"But..." he says, "They were doing rude things!"
"That's enough," she'd said, tightening the gag. "I'll not have my champion team upset before next week's big match. And
I don't care what little confidence-building rituals they have, understand?"
Some girls are red-faced and angry, some grinning with malicious pleasure. A few had managed to pull on shorts and sweaters, others are wrapped in towels. They'd given chase heedlessly across the school grounds, intent on revenge, and surprised him with a sweaty, naked tackle.
Now, justice would be done.
The first four girls paddled him viciously, scorning his muffled cries.
"Two dozen each, girls," Miss Myers insists. "Then we'll see if he needs more!"
Now it's Becky's turn, and she pleads for a cane, selecting a nasty thin one from the bundle.
"He's the little sneak who's been stalking me," she growls.
"Then, we'll allow you extra, Becky," Miss Myers insists.
The End
© Copyright by Mara Maharakshasa, 2002. All rights are reserved by the author. Do not retransmit, store (except for personal use) or publish without permission.
Reviews
Abrat4you <abrat4you(at)aol(dot)com>
I really didn't enjoy this story...it made no sense to me...and the punishment seemed to cruel for the crime...made all the females seem vicious...and hateful...not my cup of tea.
Haron <haron(at)newsguy(dot)com>
This story must be an expression of a boy's ultimate nightmare. Or is it a wet dream? One could probably tell a budding spanko by whether he'd cringe in horror or wish it were him in the mercy of a team of athletic girls.
Needy Wench <needywench(at)hotmail(dot)com>
Another mara-velous effort, seemlessly blending a required first line with great characterization and sense of situation. Instead of going with the seemingly suggested historical angle, you came up with something fresh and original. Superb!
Simon <srb(at)imrryr(dot)demon(dot)co(dot)uk>
A fun and fast-paced story. The notion of a boy being caught peeking and then being humiliated and punished for it is something of a classic, and this is a nice interpretation of it.