Here's a story I wrote recently featuring characters from real life. The story itself is pure fiction. Comments welcome, hope you like it.
Alma Wins One and Loses One
By Wabberjock
When I was in middle school, I got into a little scuffle with a girl I had a crush on. OK, so you probably think it’s strange for me to scuffle with a girl I really liked, but at that age, I didn’t know how to express things well, and teasing and yanking up their skirts was the way I did it. I’m not proud of that now, but that’s the way it was. However, this little scuffle led to a really exciting event.
The truth is, a scuffle with a girl was sexy to me, then and now, and although our little fight was quickly broken up, I kept after her. She was blonde, really smart, and very attractive. Her name was Ethlie, a name I had never heard before or since. I spent many nights in bed fantasizing about having a fight with her, and having her beat me up. I didn’t understand the reality of this, but I think she was also a little excited by the idea, as well.
Ethlie and I dated a few times and I kept teasing her about our fight, saying we should have it out and find out who was best (even though I knew it was her), and it didn’t take too long before she agreed. I talked her into coming to my apartment where we could live out our fantasies.
My father had taken off long ago and I lived with my mother who travelled frequently. We had a live-in housekeeper, a tall, attractive black woman in her forties named Alma. She straight laced and not exactly friendly, but she did her job well and operated as a surrogate mother when my own wasn’t there, making sure I did my homework, cooking my meals, doing my laundry, and cleaning the apartment, but not exactly giving me motherly love. She was much better as a sex object.
I had many pubescent fantasies about Alma, which I satisfied by on occasion visiting her lingerie drawer. She wore beautiful panties, nice pastel colors, and one with very pretty lace trim. One was bright red, and I got a thrill imagining this strict woman wearing such fun undies. I also managed to get myself into trouble with her by getting caught wearing her panties, something I did now and then when I thought I could get away with it. She found me in her panties once and turned me over her knees in the classic spanking position, and gave me a good paddling, just like a mother would do, and something I probably deserved. It’s funny; she didn’t even warn me to leave her lingerie alone. I figured she thought the spanking spoke volumes that I would get my bottom reddened any time she caught me doing it. It was effective, I was much more careful after that (notice I didn’t say I left them alone because I didn’t). My Alma fantasies continued unabated.
Alma was at home the day Ethlie came over for our little encounter. This was not good, but I was so excited by the idea of the long awaited fight with Ethlie, I decided (foolishly) that I could get away with it. I took Ethlie into my room and closed the door. There wasn’t much in the way of preliminary, we just kind of threw our books into a corner and started going at each other.
This was my first real fist fight with anyone, and it was planned and I didn’t have a good concept of what it would mean. All I could think of was my sex fantasies and I didn’t realize that an actual fight could be painful and humiliating. I wasn’t much of a fighter, but Ethlie obviously was and wound up punching me out with determination. She also wound up stripping off my pants, which was embarrassing but very exciting. I experienced an odd combination of fear and desire.
This fight had a decisive moment. Ethlie had knocked me down and was sitting on me in the classic Schoolgirl Pin delivering slaps and punches to my face with wild abandon. I was crying by this time and my nose and mouth were trickling blood and my left eye was well on its way to having a nice shiner. Suddenly, Ethlie stopped what she was doing and looked up, and then I heard, “What is going on here!?” It was Alma, who had heard noises she didn’t want to hear and had come in to investigate. She was standing, hands on hips, glaring at us.
“I’m giving him what he deserves!” Ethlie piped right up. “He keeps wanting to fight me, so I’m teaching him a lesson!” That girl had no fear. I, on the other hand, was suddenly very frightened. I knew what Alma was capable of, and I could see another spanking or worse in my future.
“Stand up, both of you!” Alma commanded. We got up, me a bit sheepishly with my bruised and bleeding face, Ethlie proudly, with her fists still clenched.
“You,” Alma said, jabbing a finger at me, “Put your pants back on, and I’ll deal with you later. You,” she said looking at Ethlie, “I’ll deal with you now!” And she walked up and just slapped Ethlie right across the face.
I’ve thought about this moment a lot. By rights, Ethlie should have just given up at that point. Alma was several inches taller than she and older, of course. She was also obviously quite willing to enforce things physically. I think, but I don’t know for sure, that if Ethlie had walked out then, the slap would have been the end of it, but she wasn’t made that way.
Ethlie responded to the slap by throwing herself at the bigger woman and punching her right in the mouth, splitting her lower lip. Alma, even angrier than before, quickly covered up and grabbed Ethlie by the hair and started punching her. She used her size and weight to dominate the younger girl, who was showing amazing courage, but wasn’t able to get very far. Alma appeared to be an experienced fighter and wound up taking Ethlie apart.
“So you like to strip people, eh?” Alma hissed, and tore off Ethlie’s skirt and slip, followed by her blouse. Ethlie was now down to her bra and panties. Her panties were cotton, but a very pretty blue with printed flowers all over them, and frankly she looked very sexy, but I hated to see Alma working her over that way. It seemed very unfair, Alma was bigger, older, clearly more experienced, but there was nothing I could do about it.
Ethlie showed remarkable courage. She could have given up at any time, but she just ended up getting knocked down repeatedly, but kept coming back, even though she was getting whipped. Her arms grew heavy and her knees rubbery, but she kept forcing herself to her feet and throwing herself at her bigger opponent. I felt terrible for her, but I was really amazed by her fortitude. She was one tough cookie.
Eventually, poor Ethlie couldn’t rise, although it wasn’t for lack of trying. Alma had beaten her up badly, and Ethlie had a closed up right eye, a bloody nose, a fat lip, and multiple bruises. I expected that at this point she’d be crying, but again, no dice, Ethlie was determined, even in the face of her loss, not to give Alma that satisfaction. She lay on the floor gasping and Alma stood over her, daring her to get up and take some more, but that was the end, thank goodness.
When she saw that the fight was over, Alma looked at me. “Call her mother and have her come and get her out of here!” she ordered. “You, you little BITCH, I hope you learned your lesson. Don’t ever mess with me again!” And she stalked out.
I helped Ethlie as best as I could. I got her some clothes because hers were shredded and unwearable, and cleaned up her face. I called her mother and asked her if she could please come and pick up her daughter. We were city kids and used to getting ourselves around on public transportation, so my hopes that she wouldn’t ask why were immediately dashed. “What’s going on?” she demanded. I wound up haltingly telling her the whole story. I had no idea what she was going to do about it, but she didn’t sound happy, she sounded angry and determined, very much like I imagine Ethlie would sound. I had met her only once and I knew her name was Marlene; she seemed like a nice enough lady, but she wasn’t very tall. Like Ethlie, she was blonde, and had a nice, compact figure. I tried to imagine what would happen when she confronted Alma. As I hung up the phone, I was hoping she wasn’t about to make the same mistake Ethlie did.
Twenty minutes later, the doorbell rang.
I helped Ethlie up, knowing it must be Marlene. My stomach was filled with butterflies wondering how she was going to deal with seeing the results of what Alma had done to her daughter. How would she handle coming face to face with the woman who had done that? Would there be an argument? Or would she just bustle Ethlie out of there and avoid Alma entirely? It seems strange to think about it, but it wasn’t beyond my imagination to think about a fight between these two women. Seeing how Ethlie had handled herself, even enduring a bitter defeat, made me wonder what her mother would do.
I thought that maybe the best plan was to get Ethlie to the door quickly and hope Marlene would take her and immediately leave. I moved Ethlie towards the door as fast as I could make her go, but she was strangely calm and apparently in no hurry. When we got out into the hall, Alma was right behind us. When we opened the door, Marlene looked at her daughter’s bruised face, and murmured, “Oh, my poor baby!” and gave her a long hug.
When she finally let go of her daughter, she had fire in her eyes. I was standing there, but she paid no attention to me. Alma was right behind me, one hand on shapely hip, a smug expression on her face, and an I-dare-you-to-do-something-about-this attitude. Marlene took a step forward and without a warning launched a big right cross which landed flush on the big woman’s jaw and sent her staggering backwards. SMACK! It happened so fast, Alma was shocked; it was not what she expected at all. She didn’t have too much time to think about it as Marlene moved forward quickly and sent a scorching left into Alma’s mouth. SMACK! The big woman was wide open for it and went flying back, arms wind milling, into the living room, her mouth starting to bleed.
Like mother, like daughter. I could see where Ethlie got her tough attitude, not to mention her ability to use her fists when the situation called for it. There was absolutely no hesitation in Marlene and again, she came forward quickly. Alma seemed kind of dazed and got her arms up to protect her face, but Marlene was ready for her and sent two thudding rights into the big woman’s midsection. THUD! THUD! Alma’s heels came off the floor as she doubled over, but not for long as her face met Marlene’s knee which was speeding upward as Alma bent over in pain. CRAAAACK! Alma flew back and landed heavily on her rump.
Marlene was like a mama tiger protecting her cub and came forward immediately. In an eerie echo of what Alma had said to Ethlie, Marlene said, “I hear you like to strip people! Well, take this!” And she grabbed the front of Alma’s dress and started tearing it. “No, please, nooooooooo!” The big woman pleaded as the buttons popped off and Marlene yanked open the front of her opponent’s dress. Alma squealed and squirmed and tried to crawl away, but Marlene wouldn’t let her go and continued ripping her clothes, first her dress followed by her full slip, until the big woman was down to her bra and panties.
I must point out, being something of an expert in Alma’s panty collection, that she was wearing one of my favorites, a beautiful pair of silky Vanity Fair briefs; ivory background with a floral print. I experienced at that point a strange mix of emotions, both dread and excitement, but I loved those panties and my cock grew hard in my pants almost instantly. Alma was trying to get up, but Marlene was furiously kicking her all over the room, and it was so exciting to see that big woman, now stripped to her fancy undies get dominated by the smaller blonde.
Finally, big Alma was close to a wall and Marlene grabbed a double handful of her hair and yanked her up. Her opponent’s face was towards the floor and the blonde gave a huge heave and rammed Alma’s head into the wall. WHAM! It was hard enough that Alma saw stars. She was staggering around and clearly didn’t know where she was, and finally collapsed on the floor, again on her shapely ass. She was looking dazed as Marlene again grabbed her hair and hauled her up to her feet. Alma shrieked, feeling that all her hair would be pulled out by this little firecracker. She did lose a couple of clumps and her hair was now a tangled mess, but that was nothing compared to what was about to happen to her.
The next few minutes were pure hell for big Alma. Marlene had her backed against the wall and was slowly, methodically, working her over. SMACK! BIFF! THUD! THUD! SMACK! POW! She delivered dozens of jabs, hooks, crosses, and uppercuts to Alma’s face and body and the big woman shuddered and flew around. Every attempt that Alma made to cover up was ineffective as Marlene would either punch right through her guard, or switch to some unprotected part of her anatomy. The little blonde really let her have it in the face, boobs, belly, and crotch. Alma made a couple of attempts to escape, but Marlene wouldn’t let her and kept grabbing her and pushing her back against the wall.
When Marlene finally let the big woman go, she slowly slumped to the floor, crying. Alma was a total mess, bruises dotting her upper body and face, blood trickling from her nose and mouth, her left eye swollen shut. She had never expected this to happen. It was bad enough to lose the fight, but to a smaller woman? A blonde? Alma was not only badly beaten up, she was totally humiliated. I understood that perfectly.
Marlene, however, was not quite finished punishing her opponent for what she had done to Ethlie. She rested for a half minute, then purposefully grabbed Alma by the hair and dragged the weeping woman over to Ethlie. “Apologize to my daughter!” she ordered. No response, so Marlene pulled her up to her knees and began slapping the living daylights out of her. “Obviously, you haven’t learned your lesson yet!” And she slapped the big woman’s face back and forth. SMACK! WHACK! SMACK! WHACK! SMACK! WHACK! Blood, tears, and snot flew as Alma’s head snapped left and right.
We had now moved from punishment to humiliation and Alma had never experienced anything like this, and she was blubbering like a punished child. SMACK! WHACK! SMACK! WHACK! SMACK! WHACK! SMACK! WHACK! SMACK! WHACK! It went on for quite a while before the sobbing woman realized that she was not going to get away without apologizing. She decided to save herself more pain and humiliation and finally came out with it. “I-I-I’m s-s-s-sorry…” she mumbled.
“Louder!” Marlene ordered. “I couldn’t hear you!” And without waiting, she slapped Alma a couple more times. SMACK! WHACK! SMACK! WHACK!
“N-n-no m-m-m-more, pleeeeeeze!” The big woman moaned. “I’m s-s-sorry! I’m s-s-s-o s-s-s-sorry!!! D-d-d-don’t hit m-m-me again, pleeeeeeeze, n-n-n-no m-m-more! WHAAAAAAAAAAAA! WHAAAAAAAAA! Sniff, sniff.” Alma stammered out her apology as loud as she could.
“Much better.” Marlene said. “I’m finished with you now, you pathetic bully! I hope you learned your lesson.” She contemptuously threw Alma down to the floor on her face where she lay sobbing.
“Mom, may I?” Ethlie asked her mother, staring at the sobbing woman on the floor.
“Of course, dear. Have at it!”
I have had many delicious sexual fantasies reliving this whole day, but what Ethlie did at this point is one of the best parts. She walked over to the quietly weeping woman, knelt down and straddled her back, facing her feet and pinning her arms to the floor. Without a word, she began spanking the big woman with her bare hands. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! The room rang with the sound of her slapping Alma’s nylon-covered bottom, and the wailing of the defeated woman. “Nooooooo… WHAAAAAAAAAAAA! WHAAAAAAAAA! Sniff, sniff. Pleeeeeeeze…pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeze… WHAAAAAAAAAAAA! WHAAAAAAAAA! N-n-n-no m-m-m-more! WHAAAAAAAAAAAA! WHAAAAAAAAA! Sniff, sniff. D-d-don’t spank meeeeeeeeeeeeeee pleeeeeeeeeeeeeze! WHAAAAAAAAAAAA! WHAAAAAAAAA! Sniff, sniff.” It was deliciously pathetic seeing that big woman get her bottom spanked by that blonde, determined, teenaged girl. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!
It went on for quite some time. Finally, Ethlie was done and stood up slowly. I could see she was still kind of sore from the beating Alma had given her, but seeing the big woman get totally thrashed by her mother went a long way towards making her feel better. And then to return the humiliation with a prolonged spanking to the snuffling and wailing but helplessly pinned woman was very satisfying. She knew she had her mother to thank for standing up to the person who had beaten up her daughter, and she resolved she would learn what her mother knew and not let a big bully like Alma humiliate her again. Standing over their defeated opponent, the two women looked at each other with love and appreciation in their eyes. Marlene swore to herself she would teach Ethlie how to fight. No woman should be left defenseless against man or woman; she should learn to use her fists to defend herself. Ethlie would learn, she would learn.
“If you ever lay a finger on my daughter again,” Marlene warned, pointing down at her fallen opponent. “I’ll give you a beating that will make this one look like love taps! Now you know I can do it, don’t you? ANSWER ME!!!” She kicked Alma a few times in the midsection to emphasize her demand for an answer. “Ooooooooh noooooooooo!” the fallen woman moaned. “Yessss … know…” she gasped with what little she had left.
“Don’t you forget it!” Marlene ordered and grabbed Ethlie’s hand and they walked out together.
I was left to clean up. I decided I had to get Alma to the emergency room and eventually I was able to rouse her and get her dressed and moving. I had cleaned up her face as best as I could, but it was kind of a mess. Marlene had really done a number on Alma’s pretty face, but more importantly had devastated her psychologically. Alma had never lost a fight and to lose this one to a white woman who was smaller than she was had destroyed her self-esteem. She knew that Marlene, if she chose to, could give her another bad whipping, maybe even in a public place, and the big woman started to cry just thinking about that.
It wasn’t until we got back home and Alma had staggered off to bed that I had a chance to go to my room and think about what had happened. Well…I had been thinking about it all afternoon, and what I actually did was pull off my clothes as fast as I could, find my one pair of hidden panties and pull them on before I shot a huge wad of hot cream into them. It was terrific.
I thought a lot about what had happened that day, and made up fantasies about Alma and Marlene or Alma and Ethlie meeting again. I realized I would have loved to see the result of that donnybrook. I wondered if I ever would.
