By Mean Lil Krysta 844-332-2639 Ext. 410
I wasn’t always the confident, self-assured plus-sized beauty queen I am now. I was really sensitive about my size in school, and you know how peers are. Cruel. However, there was one boy, in particular, Ben, who was extra mean to me. It was almost as if he went out of his way to find my class schedule just to pick on me and call me names.
I was looking forward to our homecoming bonfire because I had plans to punish my bully. He was captain of the football team our senior year, so I knew he’d be there, bragging about the good old days and hazing the team’s new members. I dressed in pale blue skinny jeans with a cream cardigan over a black lace cami. My knee-high leather boots tied in the perfect end of summer, beginning of fall look. Just sexy enough to get Ben’s attention.
Punishing A Bully
It didn’t take long for him to find me. I was waiting by the tailgate of his pickup with a special drink in my hand. One I’d mixed just for him. With everyone else surrounding the fire, he gave a low whistle and cupped my ass. I knew he was so mean because he wanted to get between the thighs he always called fat. But his perfect jockboy image wouldn’t allow him to favor a fat girl. “Time has been good to you, Krysta.” He whispered in my ear as if it had been longer than a year since we’d walked the stage at graduation.
“You too, Ben.” I passed him the drink and sipped mine. He mimicked me, drinking his without question.
“Are you seeing anyone?” He swayed, and I was happy to see how quickly the drink took effect.
“Let’s get in the truck,” I suggested, and he moaned, grinding himself against me.
Stupid Boy
“I knew you’d be fucking easy. All you fat bitches are.” I smiled and allowed him to get me into the cab of his truck. His head bobbed, and after a few strained breaths, he slumped against the window. I shoved him over, fished the keys from his pocket, and then drove us to my house.
Ben woke up drowsy and found himself bent over a sawhorse, naked with his ankles and wrists cuffed to the legs. I’d been waiting for this. I waved the paddle through the air and tested it on my palm. The smack made Ben flinch. “What the fuck? What’s going on? Let me go! Where am I?” He was panicking, and I was enjoying the fuck out of it.
“It’s time for your punishment, Ben.” I lifted the paddle high and slung it down across his bare buttocks. He wailed, and I tsked him. “Now, now, we’re just getting started. You should save your voice for the good stuff.” Then, I pushed a ball gag between his lips and buckled it behind his head. Now, I could punish my bully in peace.
Krysta 844-332-2639 Ext. 410