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Subject: {ASSM} STORY: Reverse Rapism
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Date: Tue, 31 May 2005 09:10:03 -0400
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Introductory note: This is my first story posted 
on the Internet, and I would definitely like 
feedback, either on the newsgroups or through my 
email address (perv435@yahoo.com). The aim of 
this story is to depict my ultimate fantasy, 
which is so strange and specific that almost no 
story I have ever read comes close to depicting 
it, even though I have been browsing the 
Internet for almost a decade.

STORY: Reverse Rapism
(FM, fdom, nc, anal, spank)

The bell rang, and every student in class 
quickly got up and strode toward the door, eager 
to go home since the school day was over, except 
for Jimmy, who sat planted at his desk at the 
back of the room. Unlike the other students, he 
had little to look forward to after school, and 
he tried to avoid being in crowds with his 
fellow classmates, most of whom were much bigger 
than he was.

He waited until everyone had dispersed from the 
classroom. As usual, the teacher paid him little 
notice as she collected her books and headed out 
the door. Finally, after about five minutes, 
Jimmy slowly got out of his seat and headed 
toward the door with his short pile of 
schoolbooks held firmly under his arm.

Jimmy had turned eighteen only a few weeks 
earlier, but few people in the school had 
noticed, since he had few friends. He had been 
orphaned by his father at an early age, and his 
mother suffered from clinical depression. She 
had had a couple of outbursts in public before. 
This his peers did know about, giving him much 
unwanted attention. In fact, she was currently 
seeking extensive psychiatric help and would not 
be home until late that night. They were not 
well-off financially, and there was little to 
divert Jimmy at home, which is why he wasn't 
rushing to get home.

Jimmy was hardly what one would describe as 
popular at school either. For one thing, he was 
short and skinny. Half the girls in class 
towered over him, and he was too shy to approach 
even the ones he liked. He had been bullied by 
both boys and girls in his time. He persisted, 
at least emotionally, by immersing himself in 
his studies, and trying to remain invisible most 
of the time. This didn't always work, since his 
teachers were just about as suspicious of him as 
students were, not because his withdrawn 
behavior merited such a reaction, but because of 
his mother's reputation.

Jimmy stopped at his locker as he watched a 
throng of students hurry out of the building. He 
worked the combination until the lock popped 
open. He expected to see his backpack stuffed 
inside his locker, like usual. To his surprise, 
his locker was empty, except for a couple of 
small workbooks lying to the side.
Panic immediately seized him. Important stuff 
was in that bag, including a term paper he was 
working on. Because he did not have a computer, 
he had to write most of his assignments by hand. 
He kept most of his assignments safely at home, 
but he had been working on an important one in 
between classes that day. He could not afford to 
lose it.

His knee throbbed, reminding him again of his 
accident from a few hours before. During 
phys-ed, he had bruised his knee while playing 
basketball out on the pavement. He had tripped 
over himself while running to block another 
player who had possession of the ball. He 
remembered everyone laughing as the gym 
instructor stopped the game, and sent him to the 
nurse.

"The nurse's office," he thought to himself. 
"That's where I left my backpack."

The hallway was now completely deserted. He once 
again felt the throbbing pain in his right knee, 
but it wasn't overwhelming. He decided he would 
go to the lost-and-found, in case the nurse had 
noticed that he had left his backpack in her 
office, and had promptly sent it there.

He put his remaining books into his locker, shut 
it and locked it. He walked over to the main 
office, where the lost-and-found was, but soon 
discovered that it was locked. He realized he 
would have to go all the way to the nurse's 
office, which was in a separate building. It 
happened to be the one for preschool students, 
and he knew it would close very soon, so he had 
to get there fast.

He walked down three flights of steps, his leg 
still throbbing slightly, didn't meet anyone on 
the way, then he headed out the back door to the 
school building. He walked as fast as his legs 
could take him across the field that separated 
the two buildings. It felt like it took forever, 
but he finally reached the doors to the 
pre-school building, and he was out of breath. 
To his relief, the door opened easily. He looked 
at his watch, which read 3:34 PM. A lucky thing 
that the building was still open, he thought. 
Some teacher or administrator must have been 
working late, or something, though he couldn't 
see or hear anyone at the moment, and the halls 
looked deserted.

He strolled down the hall, turned the corner and 
walked several feet until he reached the door to 
the nurse's office, which, to his surprise, was 
wide open. Maybe the nurse was still in, he 
thought. But as soon as he entered, he looked 
around at the furniture, the cabinet full of 
medicine, and the bed in the corner of the room, 
but no one was there. And -- to his 
disappointment -- neither was his backpack. He 
was about to look more carefully, when--

"Looking for something?" came a female voice 
from behind him.

He turned around, startled, only to stare into 
the face of a teenage girl in front of the door, 
blocking off his view of the hallway. He 
immediately recognized her as Sara Hernandez, 
who happened to be the daughter of the school 
principal. She was the tallest girl in his 
class, around 5'9" in height, and very robust, 
with jutting breasts, wide hips and large, firm 
buttocks. She had her long, straight brown hair 
held back in a ponytail, and she was wearing 
jeans shorts and a tight shirt. Her bellybutton 
was fully visible, not to mention her shapely 
legs.

She was always an odd girl. She wasn't that 
popular, though Jimmy had to admit to himself 
that he found her attractive, in a full, buxom 
sort of way. He would not admit that out loud, 
however, for she was a bully who constantly 
taunted him, and frequently boasted that she 
could beat him in a fight. She liked to comment 
how skinny he was, and he never had a good 
rejoinder.

Jimmy shuddered. "I wonder what she's doing 
here," he thought. He knew part of the answer. 
She was here to bully him, but what exactly she 
was up to, he could not say.

"Wh-what are you doing here?" Jimmy murmured 
nervously.

Sara smiled slyly. "Lie down on that bed, 
Jimmy," she said, pointing to the bed in the 
corner of the room. Her voice was quiet, but 
controlled.

Jimmy was wondering if he had heard correctly. 
"What?" he sputtered.

"You heard me, Jimmy. Lie down on the bed, with 
your ass up!"

"Why?" he burst out.

"Because," Sara said, "I'm going to take your 
temperature."

"Why?"

"Just lie down on your tummy."

"On my tummy? What the hell?" He began to 
register what she was suggesting. "You're 
crazy!" A bit of a smile started to break out on 
his face, for he couldn't believe she was 
serious.

"I'm not the one with a mom who's seeing a 
psychiatrist," snapped Sara. "Which is why I'm 
doing this. I think your mom doesn't take care 
of you properly, and I'm going to do the job 
instead." A coy smile appeared on her face. "Not 
that I give a shit about what happens to you, 
but I don't want you infecting the school with 
whatever sicknesses you may have."

"I'm not sick! And my mom takes care of me fine! 
She just suffers from clinical depression, she's 
not crazy."

"That's for me to decide," she replied.

"I.... I gotta be heading home. I don't have 
time for this. Move it," said Jimmy, trying to 
sound as tough as he could. But Sara stayed 
firmly planted to the ground, blocking the door, 
which was his only escape.

"I'll let you go," said Sara, "but only after 
I've taken your temperature and made sure you 
don't have a fever."

"I don't have a fever, you can feel my forehead 
to find out! And why the hell do you want to do 
it...that way? You're sick!"

"It's to check whether or not you're sick, 
genius, and rectal thermometers are the most 
accurate. Besides, it would be too hard to force 
a thermometer into your mouth." Sara pursed her 
full lips.

A chill ran down his spine as he pondered the 
idea of having this teenage girl force a 
thermometer up his anus, against his will.The 
prospect was humiliating, and he would have none 
of it.

Still, he wasn't quite sure what to do, since 
she blocked the doorway, and he had a feeling he 
was not strong enough to fight his way out. At 
that moment, Sara looked a lot taller than 5'9"; 
she looked like she could easily be more than 
six feet. Of course, it mattered little. Either 
way, his tiny frame was no match for this robust 
girl. He felt frozen in place, but he was slowly 
backing away, hoping maybe to hide in back of 
furniture or to defend himself with some object 
lying around the room. For some reason, he could 
not bring himself to scream, not yet anyway.

"And you can scream all you like," Sara said, as 
if reading his mind. "No one else is here. The 
other doors were all locked a while ago." She 
winked at him. "Being the daughter of the 
principal has its perks."

Jimmy stood there for a second, unable to move. 
He had no idea what on earth had gotten into 
this girl. He had been bullied many times before 
by girls, including Sara, but no one had ever 
suggested doing anything to him as strange as 
what she now said she was about to do.

Finally, he decided to make a run for it. Maybe 
he could just shove past her, using his small, 
limber body to escape out of her clutches. But 
when he headed for the door, she grabbed hold of 
him with both her hands, pushing him forward 
despite his struggles. Before he could think of 
what to do next, he found himself being hurled 
toward the bed. As he felt himself tumble on 
cottony material, he was momentarily 
disoriented. When he looked up, Sara was walking 
straight toward the bed, toward him. He pulled 
his legs together and hoisted himself up, 
prepared to dash off the bed and around Sara, 
but she caught up to him first. He caught a 
whiff of her skin and breath as she undid his 
pants and unzipped his fly. Starting to panic, 
he tried to put his hands in her way to stop 
her, but she slapped them out of her way. Then 
she flipped him over and sat on his back.

He felt his body being pressed down into the 
soft and worn sheets by Sara's weight. He could 
still breathe, but she had him held down firmly, 
her legs straddling his body. He pushed his 
hands back, intending to grab hold of her. She 
seized his hands by the wrists and pushed them 
flat on the bed. Then he felt her knees crunch 
on top of them. She was kneeling on his hands. 
"Ow!" he exclaimed. The mattress underneath made 
it a little less painful than it might have 
been, but he was trapped.

"Better," she muttered, staring at his clothed 
behind.

Jimmy felt her place her fingers underneath his 
pants and underpants. He struggled frantically, 
trying to remove his hands from beneath her 
knees, but they remained sealed. With one swift 
motion, she got his pants pulled down almost to 
his knees. He felt a whoosh of cold air on his 
now-naked butt, giving him a chill. He had never 
been more humiliated in his life. He knew she 
was staring straight at his butt. He struggled 
and struggled, but she had him held firmly in 
place.

She immediately burst out laughing. "I knew you 
were a wimp, but I didn't expect you were that 
scrawny."

He fumed. "Get off of me!" he said.

"I will," she replied. "But first...."

He heard a squinching noise. He twisted his head 
around to see what she was doing, but his view 
was blocked by her ample behind, which looked 
enormous now that it was so close to his face. 

"What the hell are you doing?" he asked.

"The thermometer needs to be lubricated before 
entering your ass," she replied.

So she was dipping the thermometer in vaseline? 
How did she keep hold of these accessories while 
fighting him? He did not spend time thinking 
about it. He simply could not stand the thought 
of her sticking that inside him, like he was a 
baby. He had to get out of here.

He kicked his legs back and forth, trying to 
gain leverage so he could squirm his way out of 
her grip. Sara noticed that his struggles were 
increasing. "You're wiggling your butt back and 
forth!" She giggled mercilessly.

He burned with humiliation, but he continued 
struggling, for he still couldn't stand the 
prospect of what she was about to do. Suddenly, 
he felt her slap one of her hands across his 
butt, stunning him momentarily. But when she 
pried his butt cheeks apart with her thumb and 
index finger, he struggled more frantically than 
ever.

"Don't do this," he pleaded.

"Like you have any say in it."

He tried to shut his anus, to prevent anything 
from entering. But then he felt the cool tip of 
the thermometer, well-lubricated, at the base of 
his anus. Then it slid in. It was ice cold, even 
with the lubricant, as if she had dipped it into 
ice water. He tried to expel it, but she 
effortlessly pushed it further down inside him.

"Concentrate," he thought to himself. "If you 
believe you can free yourself from her grip, it 
will happen." Envisioning himself with the 
strength to break her hold, he took a deep 
breath and attempted to shake her off him. Her 
body did not budge. It was as if he had metal 
clamps on him. The only difference was that 
instead of cold metal against him, he felt only 
her warm, fleshy skin.

Putting his entire will into breaking free of 
her grip, he managed only to cause her to laugh 
more at his utter helplessness. He finally tried 
to relax, but he found he could not do that 
either. He simply could not ignore the sensation 
of the slimy glass object inside him. The 
physical discomfort only served to highlight his 
defeat.

"Stop it!" he cried. "This is not right!"

"I decide what's right." She placed her other 
warm hand over his butt, making him feel totally 
under her control. He kept attempting to break 
free, but to no avail.

He could feel the weight of her on him. He was a 
little surprised that, even though she was much 
larger, her weight was not unpleasant on him. It 
was only the agony of total defeat that made 
this experience nearly unbearable. He could not 
relax or let his mind drift. She wouldn't allow 
it.

She tapped her sweaty fingers repetitively on 
his behind, continually mocking his 
helplessness. She seemed to be making the 
experience as embarrassing as it possibly could 
be. All his fantasies about being macho were 
instantly shattered. A macho guy would have been 
able to defend himself. To be rendered utterly 
powerless by a girl, particularly a sexy girl 
like Sara, was the most humiliating experience a 
young man could possibly endure. He was a total, 
absolute weakling, and Sara knew it.

By the time she slowly pulled the thermometer 
out of him, his legs were weak and heavy from 
kicking, and his knee was throbbing from hitting 
the mattress again and again. His arms were numb 
and his hands were sore. His heart thumped like 
wildfire.

He wanted to grab hold of her and stop her from 
getting the satisfaction of total domination. 
Not that it would have made much of a difference 
at this point. She had done exactly what she had 
said she would do, and he felt drained from 
fighting her. But he just had the smallest of 
hopes that he would get away at this moment. She 
simply grabbed hold of his shirt and wiped the 
thermometer clean.

"Well, looks like you've got a slight fever."

"I do not!"

"Just to make sure it goes down, I'll give you 
some medicine." She loosened her grip on him.

She swiveled her body around so that she was 
sitting sideways on his back. He took a deep 
breath as her weight came off him. He turned his 
head to look at the side of the bed, and saw her 
standing there.

For a moment, all he did was lie there, stunned 
by the whole experience. He decided at that 
moment that he would report her, tell the 
principal what his daughter had done to him. It 
was embarrassing in the extreme, but he realized 
what big trouble she would be in. He would then 
feel at least some sense of comeuppance. 

Indignantly, he pulled his pants back on. He 
flipped over and sat up.

"I'm not done with you yet," said Sara from a 
few feet away. She was opening a box on the 
table. She pulled out a small bullet-shaped 
object. "Get down on your tummy again this 
instant, or do you want me to make you again?"

He paused for a second, then realized what she 
was suggesting. "No!!!!"

"There really is no point to this, you know."

"You can't do this to me!" His voice was 
becoming loud for the first time. It was one 
thing for her to stick a thermometer in his 
butt. For her to put her finger inside him was a 
hell of another matter. He lunged off the bed 
and started to run past her.

She caught up to him in no time. Gathering all 
the strength and courage he had left in him, he 
lunged at her. She actually wobbled, giving him 
a moment of satisfaction. She wasn't 
all-powerful after all. But she didn't fall. Now 
she looked really pissed off. "You really 
shouldn't have done that."

Before he could react, she drove her knee 
sharply into the back of his knee, which put him 
off balance. She sat down on the bed, knocked 
her leg into his, and pushed him forward, 
causing him to end up right over her lap. He was 
so surprised that for a moment he just lay 
there, stunned. By the time he started to 
struggle, she had placed one of her legs over 
his. He kicked and squirmed but it was useless.

"You have been totally uncooperative," Sara said 
sternly. "So I'm going to give you what you 
deserve."

She pulled his pants down again with her free 
hand. He felt a hard, painful slap across his 
naked behind, the sound of it reverberating 
across the otherwise silent room. He yelped. 
This was followed by over a dozen more spanks, 
each one stronger than the last, back and forth 
across his bare cheeks. By the time she 
finished, and started to pry apart his cheeks 
again, he was already starting to cry. He tried 
to stifle it, but he couldn't help himself.

But when he felt the suppository at the entrance 
to his anus, he panicked again. He suddenly 
noticed a mirror across from him, and was struck 
by the image of himself over her lap, his naked 
butt raised obscenely in the air, as if inviting 
her to enter him. He tried to push his body down 
flat, but her leg stopped him. To prevent him 
from escaping, Sara pinioned him with an elbow 
in the small of his back as her finger 
disappeared inside his asshole.

"Ow!" he screamed. "Get it out!"

But she continued sliding her finger inside. 
This intrusion felt much thicker than the 
previous one, but at least it would be over 
sooner.

He was wrong. After she had planted the 
suppository firmly inside of him, she refused to 
remove her finger. She began to push her finger 
in and out, in and out, occasionally wiggling 
and rotating it. He could not imagine what she 
was doing. He began to feel his face flush. The 
sensation was more pleasurable than he had 
expected.

He felt her hand grab hold of his dick, which 
only now he noticed was hard as a rock.

"You like this," she said. "You can deny it, but 
I know you do. You can't keep any secrets from 
me."

He wanted to argue with her, to tell her that he 
hated what she was doing, but all the energy 
from fighting with her had drained him of his 
will to resist. And when she began to stroke his 
dick, and squeeze it, and caress it, he just 
gave in. At the same time, she began rubbing her 
own body against his rhythmically, moaning. He 
could not believe that this was happening to 
him. He would have given anything for a girl to 
do this to him, but he never dreamed it would 
happen under such humiliating circumstances, 
much less with the simultaneous stimulation he 
was receiving from her finger up his butt.

As her moans reached a climax, his dick 
exploded, a rush of cum running down her legs 
and into the sheets below. He would normally 
have been horrified of leaving such a mark on 
school property, but he did not care anymore, he 
did not care about anything at the moment. The 
two of them lay there for several moments before 
Sara broke the silence.

"Don't worry about dirtying the sheet. I put a 
special sheet on the bed before you entered the 
room." And with that final comment, she slowly 
pulled her finger out of his butt.

"Now get up," she commanded.

He just lay there for a few moments, weakened by 
the whole experience. But he wasn't going to 
fall asleep on her lap. So he pulled back his 
arms, which were half-asleep by now, and slowly 
pulled his pants on again, then he turned over 
and got up.

He did not turn around to look at Sara. He could 
not face her after what had happened. He could 
no longer make sense of the experience, his 
initial indignance evaporated because, although 
it was entirely by force, he had just had the 
best orgasm in recent memory. This fact 
overshadowed everything, including the burning 
sensation in his ass.

"Jimmy!"

He turned around to face the girl who had 
defeated him. What did it matter, anyway? 
Despite all that she had done to him, he now was 
struck by how beautiful she looked, with her 
lush lips, olive skin, glorious brown eyes and 
shiny brown hair.

She stood up and walked over to him. He was 
briefly tempted to retreat, but he stopped 
himself. Her face was close to his now, and he 
could smell her sweet breath.

"You were wonderful." Before he could respond, 
she put her lips against his and kissed him 
tenderly.

It took him several moments to register what had 
just happened, to realize that this was the 
first time he had ever kissed a girl. Or, 
rather, that a girl had kissed him.

"Next week, same time, same place," she remarked 
flatly. "I imagine you will not resist as much. 
It's your choice. Not that it will make much of 
a difference."

She grinned, then walked past him, heading for 
the door. He stood there, motionless as a 
statue. He would not move, would not acknowledge 
her presence, until she had left the building, 
he decided. He would not even start 
contemplating her offer until he was safely at 
home. The prospect of doing that all again 
petrified him, but....

"And one last thing," he heard Sara say, but he 
would not turn around to take a last glimpse at 
her. "I left your backpack outside the building 
for you."


		
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