Of Course It's You Pt. 02

Of Course It's You pt. 2

The usual disclaimers. This is a work written solely by me and I have some rights you know. Not many, but some. Everyone engaging in sexual acts is over the age of eighteen. This tale includes spanking, choking, oral, humiliation and pissing. If those things turn you off, please choose another of my stories.

Ted was sitting with his friends at their hometown bowling alley. They had all finished their first year of college and were home for the summer. They were of course bragging about how well they had done with the ladies.

Ted had some good stories but would never share them with his friends. He had indulged in some unusual sex during the year and didn't think his buddies would understand. Now he was thinking about the rude redhead that had bumped into him a few minutes ago. She was kind of cute in a Mean Girls, entitled sort of way.

He was brought back to harsh reality by an ice-cold coke being poured over his head. He jumped to his feet and turned to see the tiny redhead grinning evilly. Without stopping to think he grabbed her wrist and dragged her over to a nearby bench. He pulled her over his knee and started spanking her jean clad ass with his open hand. Her howls of protest could be heard over the entire bowling alley. He stopped when she quit struggling and started crying. He pushed her off his lap onto the floor then stood and returned to his friends.

They sat there stunned by his behavior. "Shit dude, you better take off," Chad advised. "Sure as shit somebody called the cops."

"Fifty people know my name, where am I supposed to hide?" he asked.

"Well, you were certainly provoked," Mike said. "The punishment may have been a little excessive however."

Ted looked over and saw that the girl's friend had helped her up and they were both staring daggers in his direction. Her look turned to one of triumph when two policemen showed up.

"You want to give me your side of the story first Teddy?" Sergeant Jake asked.

Ted related the events since the girl bumped into him until the present, concluding with, "This isn't the first time we have had a conversation like this is it?"

"No," his uncle Jake laughed. "But it might be the most serious. If she presses charges, it's a felony assault you know."

"What about her attacking me first?" Ted asked. "I was only defending myself."

"Well, it will depend on what the CCTV shows. They have a high-tech system here and lots of cameras."

The other policeman came over and said, "So, back for the summer huh?"

"Not how I wanted to spend the first few days back, that's for sure," Ted said shaking his head.

"Well, the young lady is mightily pissed. Wants to press charges," he replied.

"I have an idea," his uncle said thoughtfully. "Go bring the girl here."

She appeared with a smirk on her face.

"I understand that you want to press charges against this young man,"

Sergeant Jake said.

"You're damn right I do. I want this pervert locked up forever," she spit out forcefully.

"Ok. Let's collect the video and get to the station to review the evidence," he said,

"What? Why do I need to go to the station?" she said hotly. "He's the fucking pervert here."

"That may turn out to be true, but he is also charging you with assault, so we need to get to the bottom of this to decide who spends the night in jail," the officer explained.

"That's ridiculous, I'm not going anywhere with you," she scoffed.

"Officer Miller, would you handcuff the suspect and take her out to your squad car please?" he ordered calmly.

The officer had his cuffs out when her attitude took a complete 180. "Ok look, I might have been hasty. I will go voluntarily, ok?" she pleaded.

"And how about you young man? You going to behave and meet us at the station?"

Ted nodded his head then went to the table and finished his coke.

"You in trouble, dude?" asked Mike.

"I'm not sure," he said with a frown. "Uncle Jake has something up his sleeve, I guess I'll find out soon enough."

When Ted walked into the station an officer told him to sit on the bench next to the girl. He sat staring straight ahead. She sat next to him fidgeting. After about fifteen minutes it became too much for the girl and she blurted, "Why did you spank me like that?"

"How else was I supposed to spank you?" he asked with a grin.

"Oh, you insufferable asshole!" she screamed. "How dare you talk to me like that."

"It's ok, I don't mind. I'm genuinely curious," he said. "Did you want me to throw you on the floor to spank you? Did you want me to make you stand in the corner while I did it? Or do you have another favorite method?"

Officer Jake came into the room just as she jumped to her feet and slapped him, hard. Ted sat stunned as the girl was thrown to the floor and handcuffed.

"That's not going to look good. You do know we tape everything that happens here, don't you?" Sergeant Jake informed her.

"Officer Miller throw her in a cell, throw both of them in a cell," he said.

"We only have one empty cell tonight sir" Officer Miller informed him.

"Oh hell, I don't want to put them in with a real criminal," he said. "What the hell, put them both in the same cell for now."

"You can't lock me up with this pervert." she protested loudly.

"It's that or the drunk tank with 3 guys puking on themselves. Your choice I guess," he said shrugging.

"Ok then, I umm, I'll be in with him. But you have to take the cuffs off," she said hurriedly.

"I'm not sure about that. Sir, do you feel safe to be in the same cell with her if she is unrestrained?"

Ted looked at the girl then answered, "Now that I know about her wicked right hook, I should be alright."

They were led to a cell then locked in. It held two steel bunks welded to the wall. Each had a blanket but no sheets or a pillow. There was a stainless-steel combination toilet and sink hanging on the wall, no toilet paper.

Ted flopped onto one of the bunks and rested his head on the folded blanket. The girl eased herself onto the bunk like she was afraid it would attack her. Ted wasn't too worried about any of this. His dad had always said not to waste time and effort worrying about things you can't control. He had almost drifted off to sleep when the girl cleared her throat. When he opened one eye she said, "How can you be so calm?"

"The chief will look at the tapes, although they of course are not actually tapes any longer, and make up his mind who to keep and who gets to go home," he explained.

"He can't possibly think I did anything wrong," she said a little shrilly.

"Of course he can," Ted laughed. "First of all, you ran into me and didn't apologize. Then you assaulted me with the soft drink. Only after two attacks did I defend myself."

"You weren't defending yourself, you were deliberately and viciously abusing me," she said hotly.

Ted had a sudden insight. "And you enjoyed it, didn't you?"

"Oh, don't be absurd," she scoffed. "How can anyone possibly get turned on by that sort of thing."

Oh ho, he thought to himself. Interesting choice of words there.

"There are a great number of people that enjoy being disciplined. There is certainly no shame in being aroused by it," he said softly.

"Aroused?" she said, "By being humiliated in public like that?"

"Yes, some people like their punishment to be witnessed by others, it adds to their enjoyment. Some like to be attended to in private. That allows them to ask to be treated in a specific way," he explained.

"I never thought that would happen to me," she said thoughtfully.

"What? That someone would do that to you or that you would enjoy it?" he asked.

"I most certainly did not enjoy it," she said hotly. "What gives you the right to do something like that anyway?"

"Well, when you misbehave you have to know there will be consequences, right?" he said reasonably.

"I wasn't misbehaving as you call it," she said primly. "I was simply showing you that I was unhappy with our previous encounter."

He laughed outright, "No, you are a spoiled little fucking brat that thought you could get away with being rude. I assume your daddy has got a little money. Enough so that you can pout and get whatever you want? Have you ever apologized to anyone? You make me sick."

She came off the bunk and threw herself across the cell. When she attempted to slap him, she found herself with her head in the toilet. Her arms were pulled painfully behind her.

"What did I just say about consequences?" he asked in a dreadfully quiet voice.

"Please, I didn't mean it," she said her voice echoing in the bowl of the toilet. "I won't try anything again, I promise."

"Oh no, I think more punishment is required to teach you some manners," he growled in her ear.

"I-I will be nice to you," she said rapidly.

"You still don't understand, do you?" he said shaking his head. "I have you in this position and it is turning you on. You want me to humiliate you some more, don't you?"

"No, it's not like that," she said.

"Hah! It's exactly like that. If I reached down and felt your crotch, I bet your jeans would be wet. Am I right?"

With a moan she said, "Oh no, please don't."

"Shit, I don't need to. I can smell your overheated pussy from here."

"So, what, what are you going to do" she said a little breathlessly.

He released her arms and stood before moving back to his bunk.

"I'm not going to do a damn thing," he said calmly.

"You, you aren't going to spank me? You aren't going to see how wet my panties are?" she asked.

"Nope, I am never going to touch you again. I can't wait to get out of here, so that I don't have to ever look at your spoiled little girl ass again."

With a whimper she stood up slowly swaying. She thought about it for a moment then sat next to him on his bunk.

"Would you really never want to see me again?" she asked as a tear made its way down her cheek.

He rose up and went to stand at the bars with his back to her. He heard her softly crying and felt bad for her, but he still let himself smile. She stood and made a hesitant step toward him when Officer Jake showed up.

"Well, I looked at the footage and you both have a good felony assault case. Ted, you have two cases. One for the bowling alley and one for here in the station. Do either of you want to press charges?' he asked formally.

He looked at the girl, "Well, Miss Brooks, what about it?"

Slowly she shook her head but didn't say anything.

"And you Mr. Anderson?" he asked.

"No, I suppose not. If she is willing to let it go then I will too," he said.

"Ok," he said unlocking the cell. "You first Miss Brooks. I don't want to hear that you even glanced at each other in passing. Are we clear on that?"

They both nodded and mumbled yes sir.

After she had disappeared Jake smiled, "Nice toilet takedown in the cell Teddy."

"It was a good move on your part too. Thank you once again. What did you see that made you put us together?" he asked curiously.

"I could see the wheels turning in her head at the bowling alley. You had awakened something in her that she didn't know existed," he explained. "Now get the hell out of here and catch up to her before she gets away. If you miss her give me a call and I'll send her address."

Ted gave his uncle a hug and shook his hand.

He looked for the redhead in the parking lot but didn't see her. When he got to his car she was standing there in the shadows. He approached slowly then much more warily when he saw her holding a one-inch-thick tree branch about three feet long.

"What the hell do you want?" he asked.

She held out the branch and said, "Here, take this."

He carefully came close enough to take the end of the stick.

"Ok, now what?' he said frowning.

She moved to the hood of his car then pulled her jeans and panties down to her knees. Then she bent over his hood, resting on her elbows.

"Now, finish what you started." she said nervously.

Ever since the spanking she had been conflicted. How could she be turned on by being beaten and humiliated? He was correct though; the crotch of her jeans was entirely soaked. Here she was, a recently graduated eighteen-year-old, about to find out if she was as perverted as the young man or if she would chicken out, pull up her jeans and run away into the night.

She had only lived here in Carpenter for six months. She had moved here with her dad to get a fresh start after her mom had died over a year ago from pancreatic cancer.

She wasn't a Mean Girl like he had accused her of. Sure, most of her friends' parents were also well off, but she never looked down on others. At least she didn't think she did. She was sometimes rude, she supposed, but that was just her fiery redheaded nature, not to be intentionally mean.

Ted moved up behind the girl. Seeing her naked ass bent over his hood he realized just how tiny she was. He spread his fingers wide then laid them on her ass. His hand covered her entire ass, and his thumb started curving around her hip. He let out a soft moan at the beautiful sight.

The girl had jumped a little when his hand touched her ass. Now she lie there very still, both anticipating and dreading what would happen next.

Ted stepped to her side and without warning brought the stick down onto her tiny ass. She of course jumped again even before she felt the pain. He waited until she settled down again and delivered two blows in quick succession. She didn't flinch this time, but she did feel them. She also felt a trickle of pussy juice start to slide down her leg.

"A little harder," she said softly.

He put a little more into the next swing and was surprised when the old stick broke. One end flew up over her head and clattered off the windshield. He was left staring at the end he still held. He looked down at the girl and saw her looking at him with her eyes and mouth wide open. Then they both started to laugh.

"Damn, you have an iron ass!" he exclaimed.

With a giggle she asked, "What now?"

"Now it's time to come to our senses. They probably have cameras covering this parking lot. As much as I hate to say this, pull up your pants and get in my car."

When they were seated in his car he looked over at her. "I have a couple of questions. First, how old are you?"

"I turned eighteen back in November," she answered. "And the second question?"

With a grin he asked, "What is your name?"

"Holy shit, after all the stuff we have been through you don't know my name?" she asked incredulously.

"Ok. Another question, what is my name?"

"Oh damn, ah one of your friends said it, shit, umm Todd, Tom, no it's Ted," she said triumphantly.

"Very good, you win the cigar."

"My name is Melody, by the way."

"Hello Melody," he said holding out his hand.

"Hello Ted," she said shaking his hand. "So, what now?"

"I am hungry, you interrupted my gourmet meal of cold greasy french fries," he said. "How about you?"

"I'm starved, my friend and I were going to snarf down a couple of chili dogs at the bowling alley but, well, something came up."

"Ok. Follow me over to the bowling alley."

When they got to the bowling alley, they found it closed. Ted pulled his car around next to hers and lowered his window.

"I hadn't realized we were in the police station that long," Melody said.

"Well, the only option this late is the truck stop out on 27."

As they ate, they each related a little family history. He told her about his dad dying and she related moving here after her mom's death. It was nearly three hours later when Melody nervously said, "We seem to be pussyfooting around what's going to happen now."

"I agree," he nodded, "So let's get it out in the open." He glanced around to make sure no one was sitting close enough to overhear them.

"I woke something in you when I spanked you," he started. "Have you never been spanked before, ever?"

"No, my parents were big believers in time outs and reflecting on your bad behavior," she told him.

"So, when you handed me the stick and pulled your pants down what were you hoping for?" he asked.

"Umm, I don't, I don't know exactly," she mumbled while wringing her hands.

"What was it that excited you when I spanked you," he pursued.

"I'm not sure what you mean?" she said.

"Well, did you enjoy the pain I caused? Did it excite you sexually? Did being humiliated in public turn you on?" he asked.

"At first, I was outraged that you would dare to put your hands on me. How could you be spanking me of all people. Then I looked at everyone watching and I got a thrill that maybe they could tell that I was enjoying what you were doing," she said slowly.

"Go on, you're doing well," he said encouragingly.

"Then my, umm, my pussy reacted, like I mean I got wet," she said her face turning red.

"Then the pain came, and I was so confused because it hurt but felt good, exhilarating, so ah so, I guess satisfying in a way," she said.

"Ok, so you want to feel all those things again?" he asked.

"Right now, I want you to take me somewhere where you can find a better stick and spank me with it. I want to know if I can come from the pain or the fact that I am surrendering to you" she said with a little laugh.

"Ok," he said standing, "Let me pay the bill and you can follow me to my house."

"Oh, I'm not sure I should go to your house," she said nervously.

"Is your father at home?" he asked.

"Yes, I'm sure he is."

"Did you want him to hear you screaming in pain and extasy?" he asked with a smile.

"Shit, no I guess not," she said sheepishly. "I suppose I will have to trust you not to kidnap me."

"You want me to beat your bare ass, and you don't trust me?" he scoffed.

"I got a little wetter when you said that, c'mon let's go," she said pulling his arm.

They parked their cars, then he waited for her at the front door with a smile. He ushered her in ahead of him then carefully locked the door.

She turned to him and started to say, "So, what do we..." when she was forcefully turned toward the wall and found her face pressed into it. He started spanking her with his bare hand. After he gave her twenty, he stopped and flexed his hand to relieve the pain. Her jean clad tiny little ass had made his hand sting. He assumed her ass stung as much as his hand, but she had not reacted except for a few soft moans.

Without a word he dragged her down the hall to his bedroom. He forced her into a corner and growled, "Don't you fucking even think about moving, got it?"

He went into the kitchen searching for something to use on the tiny girl then he opened the broom closet. He grabbed a broom, one of those old fashioned straw ones, and then smiling, a feather duster.

He slipped into the room as quietly as he could and saw that she had not moved. He leaned in and whispered in her ear, "Strip, you useless piece of meat."

She let out a whimper, but he couldn't tell if it was because he startled her or because she enjoyed his harsh words.

She quickly kicked off her shoes then slid her pants and panties down until she could step out of them. Then she stood there with her hands at her sides, waiting.

He gave her five fairly tame swats then said, "The priority for a good slave is the ability to listen then follow orders," he told her. "Do you agree?"

"Yes, I suppose so," she said.

"So, you dumb cunt" he roared, "What did I tell you to do?"

"Umm, I don't remember, exactly," she said confused and a little scared.

He grabbed a handful of her red hair and pulled her head back saying, "I fucking told you to strip you stupid slut."

"But I did," she protested.

"You did, eh?" he said, "Then why are you still wearing your shirt?"

"You don't need me to take off my shirt to spank me," she said.

"You think that part of this is not abusing your tits?" he said menacingly. "Where did you get an idiotic idea like that?"

"Ok," she said with a groan. "Let me go so I can do it."

"Fuck that," he said releasing her and quickly pulling her top over her head. He noticed that her bra had a front closure, so he spun her around then popped it open, he roughly pulled the bra from her arms and threw it on the floor. He was faced with an almost perfect set of small B cup breasts.

She tried hard but couldn't help reacting to his behavior by covering her tits with her hands.

"Really? You willingly show me your tight little ass and pussy, but you try to hide your tits?" he said shaking his head.

She closed her eyes then lowered her hands to her sides.

"Sorry, it's just that I have never been happy with my breasts."

"Why? What the hell is wrong with them?" he asked.

"They are too small, and the nipples are too big. I wear padded bras as an excuse to hide the nipples, but it is so that I look like I have big boobs," she said bowing her head in embarrassment.

"Even gorgeous women have body issues it seems," he said shaking his head. "For your information I also don't like your tits that much."

He saw her lower lip start to tremble, so he said, "The reason I don't like them is that they are too big. I happen to like tiny tits."

"You think my boobs are too big?" she said smiling.

"Stop fishing for compliments and face the wall," he told her.

He used the stiff straw bristles to lightly caress her from neck to toe. Every once in a while, he would poke her flesh with the stiff bristles. When he reached her ass she shivered, trying to control herself. After he had scratched her for ten minutes, he reversed the broom and started spanking her ass and thighs with the thick handle. After giving her twenty strokes she was trembling and sniffling hard. He propped the broom on the wall and picked up the feather duster.

"Raise your arms above your head and lean on the wall," he ordered her.

He started on her armpits and moved down her ribcage. She was squirming so he swatted her naked ass to get her to stop moving.

"Spread your legs," he said.

When she had complied, he ran the feather duster from her knees to her pussy. When he had were moaning in pleasure, he used the thin plastic handle to slap her pussy from the bottom. She let out a howl and squirted juice onto his bedroom floor. He kept it up until her legs began shaking and she couldn't stand up anymore.

He led her to the bed and placed her on her hands and knees on the edge of the mattress. He stepped beside her and inserted two fingers in her wet pussy then used them to finger her tight asshole.

"Oh, what are you doing? Stop playing with my butthole," she said trying to escape his digits.

He removed his fingers from her butt crack then waited ten seconds before sticking his stiffened tongue in her anus. She jumped and squirmed but couldn't get away. She was surprised to discover that it felt good to have his tongue back there. He brought his hand up and inserted two fingers in her wet pussy. When he had them lubed, he pulled them out and slowly inserted them one at a time into her ass. She was trying to squeeze her cheeks hard enough to keep him out when she realized it had started to feel good. That was probably because he had also inserted two fingers back into her pussy. She started to buck her ass up to get the fingers deeper. Just as she was about to tip over the edge, he removed his hand and left her frantically humping the air.

"Oh, why did you stop? Please keep going, I need to come," she begged.

He used the broom handle to give her ass and thighs a few more blows.

He stopped and rolled a condom over the handle then positioned it at the entrance of her pussy. He leaned down and whispered, "Come for me slut." And inserted three inches of the handle into her vagina.

She moaned and began pushing herself onto the broom. It only took her ten seconds to shout out her orgasm.

He let her calm down and stop shaking before vigorously fucking her some more. When she appeared to be close to coming, he inserted a finger deep into her anus. This caused her to rise off the bed and scream loudly. When she had calmed down, he gently removed the broom from her tired pussy and let her recover.

She turned onto her back, then pulled him down into a painfully tight hug and a shower of wet kisses.

He pried her arms from his bruised neck as she giggled. He went to the kitchen to get them bottles of water. When he returned, he found her curled up and fast asleep. He pulled a blanket from his closet and covered her.

He grabbed another blanket and went out to the couch. It was too bad he only had a single bed. It would have been nice to cuddle with the tiny redhead. He had not come but felt very satisfied with the events of the evening. It would be great to have a cute tiny obedient slave for the summer.

Thanks for reading. Leave a comment and a vote. Part three is in the works.