The Perfect Beginning

She waited a couple of beats and then slapped him again across the face, harder this time. 

Oh, fuck...yes! 

Michele realized that anger and arousal went very well together.  Slapping Tim was more than just putting him in his place, it was a major turn on!  Her arousal spiked just as his had a moment earlier. 

Now Tim's fear of Michele was clearly out in the open.  And Michele relished the opportunity to play with it so freely and openly.  She wanted to have fun with it and was greedy for more.  She noted that his erection was as big as ever.

"Why look at that.  It seems your little penis likes getting bitch slapped.  It's still begging me." 

He was almost as taken aback by her honest, direct, verbal address as he was by her slaps.  Her open acknowledgment and condescending assessment of his condition ripped away his cover.  She was laying bare the truth of their respective positions.

Retreating half a step, he openly cowered.  "No, please..."

It was strange because had he been slapped that way by a guy, Tim would have kicked the other guy's ass.  Yet Tim was defenseless against Little Michele.  There he stood openly cowering and with fear on his face and a huge, throbbing bulge in his pants.  His cock had never been harder in his life.  He was actually shaking a little.

She fed off his fear and pounced.  She stepped into him and poked her short, sharp, little fingernail into his chest.  Backing him up to a wall, she raised her voice, "Are you joking!  You are not my babysitter!  I think we both know which of us is the baby," a reference to the 'crybaby' accusation made when this whole thing started.  

She absolutely got off on his furtive glances, his cowering and his trembling.  Michele was riding her fury now but it was fun and soooooo exciting, she liked being angry at Tim.  She felt imperious, she was his angry Queen!  Tim was totally cowed by her and Michele was acutely aware of how much it aroused her.  Yes, it was profound, physical arousal, but it was more than that.  

It was a spiritual awakening!  

"I think little Timmy's the one who needs a babysitter.  God, I should spank you right now!" Michele said with an edge of anger she hoped hid her lust.

"You can't do that," came Tim's whinny defense.

His response decided it.  "I think we both know I can!"

"I won't...you can't..."

"Oh I can't?  If that's so, leave right now."

Tim was paralyzed.  If he left, he'd be leaving a minor who he was responsible for.  What would Donna, Michele's mother say? 

Oh my god, what would Michele tell her mother about all the kissing! 

Briefly he had wondered about the legality of their little affair.  

Then he caught sight of the truth, his truth.  Tim's feelings for Michele had never been stronger than at this moment.  It was true that he was very uncomfortable with her age, but she was the most beautiful and strangely alluring girl Tim had ever known.  When confronted, he could not deny his feelings for her.  He'd been pushed away once before and it was more than he could bare. 

I'm so in love with her! 

And with that, he had to see what for so long, he worked to deny.  It was so far beyond ordinary love.  He'd been in love and it was nowhere near as powerful as this.  His feelings for Michele were pure and perfect. 

She's perfect.  

He wondered, desperately and not for the first time, if maybe they could keep their relationship a secret.  In that moment, all his true feelings came rushing up at him and he knew he was helplessly and hopelessly in love with Michele.  He knew it was time to stop pretending he even had a choice to make.  He would apologize and surrender to Michele.

"I'm sorry Michele.  I can't...I don't want to leave.  I...I just got scared.  Please..."

"Take off your shoes.  Do it now" 

Michele realized that she was tired of the Game, as it was fraught with complications and limitations that no longer served them. 

She intended to consummate their new relationship right then. She was leading them through a threshold and beyond this point, things would never again be the same.  Tim would be her boyfriend, by god, and she'd be his girlfriend, his babysitter and his Mommy if that's what he needed!  She was ascendant and spoke with deadly serious authority.  Tim was a child and did not hesitate at her command.  "Now come closer."  She began to undo Tim's jeans.  

He reached for her hands, "Michele, you can't..." 

She slapped him for a third time.   He openly cowered and rubbed his face with one hand and lowered the other in defeat, in submission. 

Michele noted that after slapping her boy three times, he was as erect as she'd ever seen him.  She was glad it seemed to arouse him as much as it did her because she knew she'd be slapping her boy a lot more in the future.  It was such a beautiful and AMAZINGLY passionate expression of anger and love and they both wanted more.  

She lowered his jeans and felt a huge rush as she witnessed the outline of his soaking wet erection.  For some reason unknown to her, the front of his boxers were all wet and sticky with pre-cum, something he began oozing since around the time he knocked on the front door. 

He'd never had a chance. 

She looked at him with a smirk and the shame was all his.  And then another rush shook her young, little body.  She revealed only self assurance, but on the inside, she was almost as shocked as Tim was by what was happening. 

It's not just happening, I'm doing it! 

There was a profound sense of surrealism to all of this for both of them. 

Her hand encircled his wrist and she guided him to her room.  She felt like a mother leading her little boy to a spanking.  And she enjoyed it immensely and knew she was going to enjoy being her boy's babysitter. 

She was assuming a responsibility for the boy and she was in tune with the sense of maternal care in what she was doing. It was time to guide and nurture the boy with proper discipline and with it, she felt what she was doing was not just important, but she was more important for assuming the role of disciplinarian in the relationship.

It was a strange sensation to feel all of her sexual excitement right next to her calm, authoritarian resolve. 

She led him as though he were her child and was in possession of her sense of purpose and duty.  She led him to her room, into her space, into her sanctum.  She felt that beneath it all, she was now taking Tim into her space just as she penetrated his mind.  She was keenly aware that she was now taking him, playing with him, mind and body.

As she walked him down the hall to her room, she cycled several times through competing thoughts and emotions.  She felt the sober and comforting weight of her legitimate authority.  She knew in her heart, she was the adult and he was the misbehaved child.  She was doing what she was meant to do and she enjoyed her calm determination and was fully focused and putting things right, putting things back in order.  Then suddenly, she was a giddy, pre-teen. 

Oh my god, I slapped him!  I slapped him three times!

She loved doing it and was dizzy with excitement. 

Oh my god, I can't believe I'm going to spank him!  I'm going to spank him!  And he is going to let me!  It's like he's totally defeated.  It's not like he's totally defeated, he is totally defeated.  I'm soooooo much stronger than him and I love it!  Oh my god, this is perfect! 

The young girl was all but vibrating with excitement and disbelief. Spanking Tim was the most important thing in the world. 

I'm the babysitter.  I'm his babysitter!  I'm the one who spanks, me! This is my place! I'm on top!

Michele enjoyed a perspective she'd not experienced since she was a little girl, when she played house and was always the mother/disciplinarian and it all felt so real. 

A slight smile played on her mouth but her eyes blazed with a stoked determination.  She'd cycle back to being the calm, determined and perfectly serious maternal disciplinarian.  Her hand tightened around his wrist and her perfect, pretty, little pussy tingled away.

Michele knew that after spanking Tim, there was no going back for him.  This was an expressions of Michele's love and affection that would change their relationship forever.  And she strongly suspected that it was going to change Tim forever.  And then a funny thought came to her as she knew this spanking would christen their relationship:

I'm boyfriending him. 

She almost laughed.  Spanking him would officially make him her boyfriend. 

Yes, boyfriending him! 

Tim simply could not reconcile what was happening.  His whole world was being turned upside down by this perfect girl. 

Although she said she was going to spank him, he told himself he did not know what was happening.  He was incapable of thinking about it, accepting it. 

He shuffled along behind her, grasping his waistband, trying to avoid the indignity of having his jeans fall to his ankles and tripping him to the floor. 

He was in a complete daze.  He felt her hand tighten around his wrist and he became aware that as she pulled him along, he could not stop looking at her bottom, her perfect, round and powerful, little, bubble bottom.  And then he knew: the perfect little hand that encircled his wrist might well have been a manacle, for he lacked the strength to break free. 

In spite of his overwhelming lust he was acutely aware that he was a seven year old boy being led down the hall by his teacher or his mommy, to his just desserts.   He was going to be punished for angering the girl who had somehow, inexplicably, become both the love of his life and his ultimate authority figure. 

How is this happening?!?!

She adjusted the chair she kept at her vanity and looked up at her little boy. 

Tim could not look at her, instead, he studied the carpet.  "Well young man, it looks like you've earned yourself quite a spanking." 

With her hand back around his wrist, she pulled, and gently guided Tim down over her knees.  Michele had already done the work and slapped the fight out of him.  Tim was in a complete state of shock, so much so that he almost did not even know what was happening and put up not one ounce of fight.  Resistance was over.  He seemed in a trance.

"Please..." he whispered.

Michele walked with relaxed, cool focus through a hurricane.  She enjoyed all the excitement but felt a purposeful, intensely pleasurable, calm resolve. With Tim over her knee, she felt a sense of true belonging. She knew in her soul that the universe had been waiting for her to assume her rightful place within it.

"Shhhhhh, hush now little boy," Michele said almost sweetly as she reached for the hairbrush.  In a strangely tender and loving tone, and while her hand rubbed circles on his soon to be fiery rump, "I want you to know that this is for you own good.  This really will help you and I'm only doing this because I care.  You need to learn.  You really do need this and it's going to hurt. It's going to burn and sting your pretty, little bottom. It's really important for you to know that this is for your own good. I'm only caring for you and it's very important that you feel every bit of it. Feel it for me. This is my affection for you, and what will make you my good boy again."

SMACK SMACK SMACK

She struck hard and he was amazed by how good it felt.

SMACK SMACK SMACK

At number six, it hurt. In this, there was nothing sweet and he experienced the fire of her righteous anger.

"Who's the babysitter now, Timmy?"

"You are!" he erupted.  His face contorted by the abrupt intrusion of sensation.  He was now fully present.

And now that Tim could not see her, she smiled broadly.  What she'd created was in her mind, a monumental accomplishment.  She had Tim, the one hundred eighty something year old boy she'd had a crush on since she was a little girl, semi naked, fully erect and over her knee taking her spanking!  Truly, things would never be the same. 

Yes, I'm boyfriending him! 

She smiled a frighteningly predatory smile as the fire washed over her and her arousal coursed through her hard, responsive, young body.  She felt a sense of great purpose and tremendous pleasure that came from making the world a better place.

Doers do!

SMACK SMACK SMACK

Spanking him was exquisite to her.

"And you are whatever I say you are.  Do you understand me, little Timmy?"

"Yes!  Please stop, it hurts!"

SMACK SMACK SMACK

"Oh my god, so bad..."

My god, thought Michele, he had the body of a man:

...but he's over my knee like he's my little boy!  All hard, but so meek! 'It hurts!' ha! Hurts gooooood. 

She was alight with aggression and arousal.  And now with the familiar baby talk, "Ah, poor little baby's bottom stings."

SMACK SMACK SMACK

She rubbed his bottom with her free hand.  "My poor little crybaby.  Who's the crybaby?"

SMACK SMACK SMACK

"I am!  I'm the crybaby! Owwwww, please Michele, please stop!"

SMACK SMACK SMACK

"Oh my god it burns!  Please, please stop!"

That's begging! 

She wanted to cum.  "Mmmmm good," she rubbed his bottom some more.  She liked the feel of the heat coming off of his hot, round ass.  And she liked the freedom to touch his body in an intimate way. 

Yes, see, now I'm taking you!  You're being owned.  Maybe this is a sort of  a loving rape?  A love-rape?  

Michele felt as though her hardened nipples would simply punch through her T-shirt.  

I take what I want.

"It's supposed to burn little boy; that's the whole point of the spanking.  You need to be punished because you've been such a naughty, little boy, Timmy.  And you need to learn to do as I say."

SMACK SMACK SMACK

"You need to learn to obey me."

SMACK SMACK SMACK

"Just as important, you need to learn not to disappoint me."

SMACK SMACK SMACK

She adored the sound of his desperate whimpers and troubled breathing.

"Do you have any idea how lucky you are that I even care about you?"

SMACK SMACK..........SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK

"Owww, Oh my god yes, yes, Michele! Please stop!"

SMACK SMACK........................SMACK

More merciful rubbing.  She could not get over how much she loved the freedom to touch him as she saw fit.  Instantly she grasped the importance of physical contact in a romantic relationship. 

Spanking him is love. 

"And you don't think we should be 'doing this'?"

SMACK

"I don't know. I don't know.  I just got scared!"

SMACK................SMACK SMACK

She took to rubbing his ass every time she spoke.  "Of course you got scared.  You are a sissy.  But that's why you need me.  God, you should be begging to be my boyfriend!"  Suddenly, that seemed to Michele like the only reasonable course.  "So do it.  Beg."

SMACK SMACK SMACK

With driven urgency, "Michele, may I please, please, please be your boyfriend?  Please, I'll try so hard to be the best boyfriend...I promise!"  It occurred to Tim that maybe if he was her boyfriend, the spanking would stop, now and forever.  "Please, Ms. Michele...I'll try so hard!  Please, let me be yours!"

SMACK

Let me be yours!...good word choice! 

Michele laughed out loud with the pure joy of it all.

Tim did not mind and strangely came to realize that often things were at there best between them when Michele was laughing at him. 

At least then she's in a good mood.

The girl had never experienced such profound satisfaction in her entire life.  "You need to know that you're my boyfriend now, because I say so."

SMACK...............SMACK..............SMACK

"This is not your choice.  I decide.  You will learn."

SMACK SMACK

"What do you need to learn to do?"

SMACK SMACK SMACK

"To obey you!" Tim shot the words forth as fast as he could trying to appease his tiny tyrant.  The sting was intolerable!

SMACK

"Good.  What are you?"

SMACK SMACK SMACK

"Your boy...your crybaby... and your boyfriend and, and, and whatever you say I am!" Tim cited desperately.

Smack

And then feeling inspired, "You're my little girl.  You're my very own Kimberly."

SMACK.............................SMACK....................................SMACK

Tim was all the more overwhelmed by the sound of her beautiful, mocking laughter uttered in the long pause between each spank.  In spite of his distress, he was aware of a beautiful music made by their combined utterances. It was the sounds they made between words, the smacking sounds and the laughter combined with whimpers, moans, the susurration of a sudden intake of breath and even a few squeals that seemed somehow and quite oddly, perfect to the boy.  

They would both come to know this as a terrible and magnificently, beautiful ritual.  

"Do you understand?" she demanded in a stern voice.

SMACK SMACK SMACK

"Owww, yes, I understand!  I'll do what you say!  I promise! I'll be good!  I'll obey!"  

"What are you?"

SMACKSMACKSMACK

"I'm your..."

SMACK SMACK SMACK

"Owwwww, owww, I'm your little girl, I promise, I'm your little girl.  For as long as you say...I promise.  I'm a girl.  I'm your girl. I'm your sissy!  I'm Kimberly.  I'm your Kimberly-girl!" 

Tim was in a complete panic mode and his mind was half out of his body.  He could not have been more frightened nor upset.  His poor backside was on fire and he just needed it to stop!  He'd have agreed to anything to make this stop.

Michele smiled again when she realized that his desperation was matched by his sincerity.   She put down her hairbrush and gently rubbed Tim's bottom.  She could feel the blazing fire of his posterior even through his boxers.  She noted that his erection poked her leg the whole time and that she loved it.  

Funny, she thought, in the past just the idea of an erection was associated with male aggression and was therefore, intimidating.  Now she thought there was nothing at all intimidating about it.  With Tim at least, an erection was a sign of submission.

With confidence and a hint of warmth, "You want to be my good boy don't you, Timmy?"

smack smack smack  Gentler, with her hand this time.

"Yes."

smack

"Say it."  Michele was commanding, yet calm.  

Tim could feel it in the air, the storm might have passed and he began to come back to himself.

"I want to be your good boy."  

smack smack

With sweet care, "Do you want to belong to me?  It's okay, you can say it, you are safe here with me.  I'm going to take good care of you from now on," she said encouragingly.

smack

"Yes, Michele, I really do want to belong to you.  I really do."  Though terribly frightening, she was amazing and he felt his heart soar as he realized that maybe after all he could be with Michele.  And then he corrected this thought as he was overcome by a welcome inner warmth.

I could belong to her. 

He shuddered.  Beyond his fear he realized that in his secret heart, this is what he'd always wanted, to belong. 

Hers.

Under the circumstances, these spoken words had a profound effect on Tim. 

Though the hand spanks burned, Michele no longer seemed so stern.  Her voice actually sounded tender.  As his fear abated, he realized he really did want her approval.  Michele's approval was taking on real world importance to Tim.  And though the spanks burned, they also felt profoundly good to Tim's very pushed out bottom.  He did not even know he was pushing it out.  His sass-bottom seemed to be begging for more of Michele's sweet, loving spanks.

She continued with dozens and dozens of very gentle smacks.  This was playful, loving and beautiful to each, but also profoundly formative.  She knew he'd learned his lesson, but she so enjoyed having him over her knee, spanking and speaking to him about their status and their relationship.  She recognized the humiliation he'd endured at her hands, for her, was beyond anything she could imagine and that it was extremely intimate and brought them closer together.  She did not want it to end.  Ever.