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 Hapless Son II

   Time flies, they say, when you're having fun.  Well, the converse is
true too.  One week has dragged, fast as a glacier flowing uphill, since
the night Natalie Winters babysat me.  Because of my transgression that
night, my freedom has been all but curtailed.  I didn't get to leave the
apartment all week and I'm still sleeping in Mom's bed.  (Matter of fact, I
guess that'll be every night in my immediate future - adulthood will never
get here) The good news is that this new gig Mom's got at Chez Nuevo is
just one night a week to start with; the bad news is, the week's up.  And
I've got one huge, angry seventh grade girl coming to watch over me.

   *Ding-dong*

   My heart rate spiked suddenly - I hadn't even considered Natalie's mom,
Dana.  Does she know what I did?  Natalie spanked me to tears that night
and Mom blistered my bottom the next day for the same crime; is Dana going
to come in and let me have it too?  It's been six days since my last
spanking, but I don't think I could take another butt-busting spanking from
another six-foot-powerhouse of a woman, especially one like Dana Winters
and her giant mitts.  She could probably break my pelvic bone.

   *Ding-dong*

   "Daniel honey, could you get that?  It's probably Natalie.  Check the
peephole first!"

   Of course, mother ends on a note of concern.  Nevertheless, I comply.

   Mom was right - it's her.  Unsmiling, arms crossed, her bearing is
already rather grim and stern.  Yeesh.  But I have to let her in anyway...

   I pull the door open.  "Hello, Miss Winters."

   The awkward hasn't gone away yet.  "Hello, Danny," she says with full
ice in her voice and on her face.  She's not happy to see me.  To be
honest, I can't blame her but I never did get a chance to explain what
happened last week.  See, if I can just"Where's your mom?"

   You know where the hell she is, damn you.  "In the bathroom, ma'am,
getting ready."

   Raising her voice to be heard down the hall, Natalie called out,
"Angela, I'm here!  Can you spare a few minutes before you leave?"

   "Sure Natalie, I've got plenty of time!"

   Turning back to me, Natalie said, "I've got something for you, Danny. 
Isn't that cool?"

   I didn't answer.  I couldn't.  Natalie looks too sure of herself, too
amused.  I'm not going to like this.

   "Oh, come on, Danny!  You haven't seen it yet!" Natalie added.  She
seemed to be standing as tall as possible, right in my personal space, as
if to emphasize her superiority.

   I didn't know what to do.  I stood there silently, hoping to delay her
satisfaction.

   While I withheld my response, mom thundered in.  "Hi there, Natalie. 
Don't you look cute!"

   "Thanks, Angela.  Mom bought me this leotard on-line and I love it."

   "Well, red really suits you."

   "Thanks.  I just hope my aerobic work drops me a few dress sizes."

   "Why?  You look great just like you are.  Right, Daniel?"

   What?  Oh god, don't ask me that.  I haven't seen an attractive woman in
over a week, except for whatever I glimpsed during what little television I
was allowed to watch.  So what do I get?  A two hundred fifty pound middle
schooler stuffed into red spandex - and heaven help me, I like it.  She's a
colossal thirteen year old girl who despises me and I must obey her
whenever mom is gone, but she looks pretty damn good to me right now.

   "Uh...oh yeah," I tried to play it down.  It's hard for many to believe
a girl could be this big and this overweight and still have a pleasing
shape, but Natalie does.  I tried to write it off in my head that it was
just my perpetual horniness, but I knew in my heart that this wasn't the
case.

   Natalie has that kind of fat body I like: good sized, though not
enormous, breasts, a proportionally smaller waist, and enormous hips.  You
could set your drink down on her ass while she's standing up.  It just
sucks because I really don't like the girl, but I really do find her
attractive.

   "He's so silly," Natalie said with a chuckle, "Angela, after last week I
thought that maybe Danny has it kind of tough."

   "Really," said mom with a raised eyebrow and skeptical tone.

   "Well, he's a teenage boy, and you know how they're always so horny."

   My face must be lobster red.  I'm not happy.  She's speaking as though I
was some sort of unruly child with no self control!  Granted, I wasn't the
picture of self control last week, but I'm much better at it than most
teenage boys!...Okay, some.

   "And I thought, 'It's probably no good for him to be in his undies
around me' since', you know -"

   Mom cut in, "- he'll just feel too frisky being half-naked around a
pretty girl and want to do it again -"

   "Right," Natalie said, cutting back in, "but I didn't want you going
through more laundry just because of the babysitter, so I got...this."

   As she wound up her sentence, Natalie reached into her bag and produced
"Is that a bodysuit?" asked mom, clearly impressed.  I actually didn't know
what a bodysuit was until mom held it at arm's length and spoke its name.
The garment was plum purple, made of a spandex/lycra blend, with a
scoop-neck front, low-rise back, briefs-style bottom and cap sleeves.  For
girls.  Apparently they wear this as a top, with pants or a skirt covering
the area below the waist.  Seriously.

   "It is.  Now Danny won't feel so stimulated whenever I babysit him."

   "Natalie, this is so considerate!"

   Ooooooooooof course it is.

   "You are so - how much was it?  Here, let me-"

   "Angela, please forget it.  It's my pleasure to help out."

   "Come now, Natalie, what did this cost you?"

   "Nothing.  A friend of mom's owns a little clothing shop, and I was able
to get it at no charge.  So you owe me exactly what I paid for it," said
Natalie with a chuckle.

   Mom smiled broadly.  "See Daniel?  Wasn't that nice?  Tell her thank
you!"

   Thank her?  THANK her??  If I wasn't smaller and weaker today than she
was in fourth grade, I'd beat her up for this!

   "Thank you," I said with as much reluctance as I could safely get away
with.

   "Daniel..." Mom said with a warning tone for a reminder.

   "Thank you, Miss Winters."

   "You're welcome, Danny.  Hey, why don't you go try it on for me and your
mom?"

   "Yes, ma'am," I didn't hesitate.  I knew mom was getting impatient with
me.

   While mom continued to gush over Natalie's babysitting instincts, I was
in my room, changing into...oh God.

   I didn't want to raise a fuss, but this?  It looks like a women's
swimsuit!  And, you don't know this about me, but in my case this really
does look like a one-piece - I've got wide hips and a big butt.  (Well,
"big" relative to the rest of me, anyway) So this thing does kind of make
me look like a girl.

   I am furious.  I will not go along with this.  At some point I have to
stand my ground on something.

   Oh jeez, why did I have to stand my ground?

   "MOM!!"

   I barged back into the living room, my angry stomps making my flesh
wobble beneath the bodysuit.  I didn't care; I couldn't possibly look any
stupider.

   Hard to take a teenage boy seriously when he's smaller than the average
fifth grader and wearing a skin-tight bodysuit, even if he is mad.  That's
undoubtedly why Mom and Natalie each had a smirk on their faces, with
Natalie especially having trouble holding back a laugh.

   "I am NOT wearing this!  I look riDICulous and I look like a GIRL, and I
REFUSE to keep this ON!  I'm going to my ROOM and I'm putting on PANTS and
a SHIRT!"

   You can either follow through with your announced course of action
without waiting for a reaction, or you can wait around just long enough to
see what effect your speech had on your audience.  I waited, like a
dumbass.

   Mom was on me in a flash.  She moves a lot quicker than you'd imagine a
huge woman could, and without warning my left arm was trapped inside her
steel grip.  I started to thrash around, but with one painful squeeze I
came to a stop.

   "Don't you EVER take that tone with me, little boy!" mom roared. 
"Natalie, looks like you're just a spectator this time," she said as she
pulled me up over her raised knee.

   "Angela, wait."

   Oh my gosh - is Natalie really saving my bacon here?

   "It might make you late if you spank Danny - what if he accidentally
wets on you or something?  Here, give him to me - I'll take care of this."

   Oh no.  Oh no!

   I tried to thrash around, but it was like opening an umbrella beneath
Niagara Falls.  With the two of them handling me, I wasn't going anywhere.

   Natalie pulled me with her to the sofa while mom had a hold on my legs.
As I bucked and twitched, trying to get my legs free, Natalie sat down and
swiftly pulled my arms underneath her left leg.  Raising her right leg,
Natalie called to mom, "Angela, I've got his waist - push his legs under
mine."

   Mom quickly did so and, as it was one week ago, my limbs were
immobilized by Natalie's immense thighs.  And mom was impressed by this.

   "Wow, Natalie, that's great - where did you learn how to do that?"

   "My mom, actually.  When I was being a brat, she would spank me just
like this."

   "Good!  Now you teach THIS little brat how to behave!"

   "Yes ma'am,"

   At that point, I was a little curious about the logistics here.  The
last time she just pulled my underwear straight down, but in this bodysuit
contraption that wasn't possible.  Maybe I'll get lucky and just take it
over the fabric?

   No, I don't get lucky anymore.  I felt Natalie's big fingers and thumb
slip underneath the fabric, then squeeze and pull upward, making an
impromptu thong out of the brief-backed garment.  It didn't feel very good,
but that was the least of my problems.

   "Your MOTHER expects YOU to act like a BIG boy, and if YOU act up AGAIN,
you're GOING to GET it, OVER and OVER and OVER, until you LEARN!"

   I don't know how it is I manage to hear her out every time she spanks
me, since I was already wailing by the time she said the word "act". 
Especially this time - this one felt twice as bad as last week's, as bad as
any I ever got from mom.  Maybe it was because mom was standing right there
watching, but I wasn't simply howling in pain.  I was crying and sobbing
incoherently, literally sounding like I did when I was six or seven.

   And sure enough, the lone bystander enjoyed the show.

   "Natalie, you were just superb!  Listen to him and how sorry he is! 
You're a natural at this!"

   "Thanks, Angela.  I've been babysitting for almost two years.  You just
have to be firm with them."

   There was so much wrong with what my mother and seventh-grade babysitter
were saying right now, but I was in no condition to object.  The second
Natalie let up on my arms, I reached up to her for comfort and she
immediately embraced me.  As I sobbed into her left shoulder, she stood up
and made for the door, carrying me all the while.

   I didn't realize - how could I, in this state?  - that mom was leaving.
I kind of put her out of my mind when I was bawling through the pain.  It
really helped, fuck me and my stupid life, when Natalie carried me around
after a spanking.  She held me close, gently shushing me, as I clung to her
like plastic wrap, soaking her shoulder strap with my tears.  But mom came
back into the scene with a request: "Here - let me have him."

   Natalie began to pass me to mom.  I didn't want to go.  I managed to
reign in my crying, which took some doing - I was this close to yelling at
mom for taking me away from Natalie.  Of course, had I done that, I may not
have a butt today.

   Out of the arms of one giant girl, into the arms of one giant woman. 
This is my universe now.

   "Danny, you have got to learn to behave yourself.  Miss Natalie is not
going to put up with you acting like a little brat.  If you don't cool it,
she's just going to spank your bottom again, and you'll be crying your eyes
out all over again.  Be good for her.  When I come home I don't want a
report like the one she gave me last week."

   A quick kiss on the cheek, and I left mom's grasp - back into Natalie's.
Gosh, that made me happy.  I was afraid mom was going to put me down.

   "I think you'll have it easy tonight Natalie.  Thanks again, and I'll
see you after work."

   "You're welcome Angela.  Have a good shift."

   The door shut behind mom, then a silent moment followed.  Then came the
chuckling.  I hardly need mention which one of us was doing the chuckling,
do I?

   "Wow.  You are SO screwed.  It's hilAIRious!" Natalie declared through
laughs.

   "What?" I asked.

   "This whole situation.  Things just couldn't be worse for you, am I
right?  I mean, I honestly thought your mom would end the whole thing once
I brought up the bodysuit, but MY mom told me she'd love the idea.  And
then you go and...by now it's obvious she trusts me much more than she
trusts you!  That's hilarious."

   That was a lot to chew on, but...what?  "What do you mean, YOUR mom? 
What does she have to do with this?"

   "Oh yeah, my mom," Natalie said smugly as she walked back to the couch.
Setting me on my feet, she kept hold of my wrist while she sat down, then
pulled me into a seated position on her right thigh.  Thankfully, she
didn't sit me down right on my butt - it dangled over open space while she
kept me from losing my balance with her right arm.  True, my butt was still
very much on fire, but it would have felt much worse to sit right on it. 
She's good at this whole babysitting thing, I'll give her credit.

   "Last week, when I got back from here, I told my mom everything.  And
her first reaction was about what you'd expect - she was pissed off at you.
Big time.  Be glad you weren't there when I told her, Danny."

   Oh, I am glad.  Last week went badly enough.

   "I had to talk her out of it - she wanted me to stop babysitting you,
said you were a pervert who might try something.  I told her, `No way.  I
can handle that little boy easily,'" she said, elongating the word easily
for effect, "That was when she decided to have a talk with me."

   Natalie paused, giving me enough time to ask the logical question.

   "The...sex talk?"

   Natalie laughed.  "No, silly!  We had the `sex talk' when I was eleven."

   Eleven!  Jeez.  My mom and I STILL haven't had that talk.  Not really.
When I took a sex ed class at school in my eighth grade year, mom just kind
of asked me, in a roundabout way, if I got the whole gist of it.  The
conversation was so tortured then that I just sort of said that I did.  She
was so weirded out by the subject that I just went along to end all the
awkwardness.  Mom definitely has a kind of phobia about sex, kind of lives
in denial about it.

   "No, my mom decided to tell me that I was soon going to be dating a lot
of boys, that I had gifts that most girls don't have.  She said that
someone like you would be good for me, since I'm way bigger and stronger
than you."

   "Me??"

   "Danny, she didn't mean you specifically.  Like I said, she thinks
you're a pervert and a creep.  And I wouldn't want you anyway, you're too
weird.  I mean, my sweaty gym clothes?  That's gross."

   "You know, I never did get a chance to explain-"

   "What's there to explain?  That's just...ew."

   A short, long silence followed.

   "Anyway, she said to me, `Look.  Danny's mom probably already trusts you
more than she trusts him.  Next time you babysit, test out her trust
somehow.  If she goes along with it, then you'll have the job as long as
you want it, and you've got a little toy you can play with.'"

   "What did she mean by that?"

   "Well, I didn't know how she wanted me to test your mom.  But she
remembered how your mom said to keep you in your underwear - that is so
weird, by the way!  Your mom is-"

   "Bonkers, yes."

   Natalie laughed.  This conversation was the closest thing to a
peer-to-peer conversation we have had in the short time we've known each
other.

   "Yes, bonkers, thank you!  Anyway, my mom said to give her a day or two,
then she came back with that cute little outfit you're wearing now. 
Everything I told your mom?  That was all my mom's idea."

   This was strange.  And wrong.  So very wrong.  My head was spinning. 
Dana Winters wants me to pay indefinitely for what I did a week ago, and
she's using her daughter to collect the payback.

   "My mom was wrong, though.  I want big, strong men for me, not little
boys.  But I do enjoy babysitting a high school boy, and mom's right about
one thing - you are my toy.  It'll be fun bossing you around, making you
obey."

   I was shaking now.  Mom clearly thinks highly of Natalie Winters, and
because of that it looks like she can do whatever she wants with me.

   "So yeah.  After mom and I talked, I just sat there and thought of all
the fun stuff I could do: maybe I'll invite the softball girls over; won't
that be fun?  They're all bigger and stronger than you, Danny.  Maybe I
could get one of them to spank you, that'd be cool.  I'd love to watch for
once.  Maybe Zac Jenkins and I could play house here, and you'll be our
little boy."

   I felt so trapped.  I was crying, but it was the silent type of crying
this time.  A couple of tears rolled down my cheeks.  I didn't wipe them. I
didn't care.

   "Maybe me and the girls can play dress-up with you; put that J-Lo ass of
yours into stretch pants!  That would be so hot.  Maybe we could doll you
up and take you to a school dance, see how many boys hit on you.  That
would be awesome!  Oh, and next year, you better believe I'm going to look
for the biggest, strongest, sixth grade girl I can find.  You'll have an
eleven-year old girlfriend, Danny!  Isn't that cool?  And she'll be able to
put you over her knee and make you cry like a girl.  I love it!"

   My mind raced furiously to think of some way out of this.  But I was so
panicked and scared, and together with the pain of today's spanking, I just
couldn't think clearly.

   "But today we'll keep things simple.  I think we'll wrestle today - that
should be good."

   "Wrestle?  Why wrestle?  What would that prove?"

   "Prove?  Nothing.  But I want to know just how weak you really are.  I
mean, last week you cooperated with me, so I didn't have to overpower you.
Today was easy, but your mom helped me, and she's a freaking ox."

   I laughed.  Hard.  That was a perfect description of mom.  Natalie
laughed hard once my laughter began to spread.  The moment lasted about a
minute, which was honestly the most I've enjoyed myself in the past eight
days.  Of course, Natalie didn't understand that part of the reason for my
laughter was release - it was therapeutic.  It was like I was remembering
that life was okay sometimes.  "Look," Natalie said, pulling me up to my
feet, "why don't you go to your room, get yourself together, then come back
at -" she took a long look at the wall clock, "7: 30.  That'll give you
about an hour to get ready, and we'll wrestle."

   Things were going well, I mean better, so why not ask?

   "Ummm...do I have to wear this thing?"

   Natalie glared at me good-naturedly.  "What do you think?"

   "Right."

   *** In the hour since Natalie decided we would wrestle, I did exactly as
she said.  I got my thoughts together, I put my victim mentality to one
side, and I resolved that I would get myself out of this situation.  (Oh,
and I pulled the bodysuit out of my ass crack) I was surprised that my ass
was not especially sore.  It still hurt, but the intense pain went away
relatively quickly.  I was a bit concerned by this - if my body is adapting
to the spankings, it's going to take more swats to punish me in the future.

   I was realistic, though.  The rest of my night was not going to go very
well - I had no chance of defeating Natalie at wrestling.  Her strength is
just phenomenal.  I'm hoping that, since things have been better between us
today compared to last week, she'll just put me away quickly and then I can
go to sleep.  That's a best-case scenario.

   I walked back into the living room; Natalie was messing around on her
phone.

   "Oh, is it time already?  Cool."

   I just smiled weakly to confirm her question.

   "All right.  Do you know how to Greco-Roman wrestle?"

   "Uh, is that the one where one person starts on the ground, on hands and
knees?"

   "Yep.  So, we'll do two pins out of three.  I'll be the one on the
ground each time, just to even things out a little."

   Oh, yeah - that'll make ALL the difference.

   "And Danny - what are the stakes?"

   "What do you mean, `the stakes'?"

   "I mean, what do you get if you win?"

   "If I beat you at wrestling?  A unicorn, because that's how likely my
winning is."

   Natalie laughed.  "Danny!  Be serious...you aren't planning to throw the
match, are you?"

   For some reason, the thought had not occurred to me.  "How would you be
able to tell the difference?"

   Natalie laughed again.  "Oh, I can tell.  But you really ought to try
hard.  After all, I've got your mom's ear now; she may ease up on you if I
tell her that I had a pleasant time babysitting tonight."

   I have to admit it, I'm a bit confused.  "Why would it be unpleasant for
you if I throw the match?"

   Natalie glared in annoyance.  "Because I'm trying to find out how strong
you really are, and if you don't try, I won't know.  And if I don't know,
your mom will come to find out you were being difficult again."

   Sigh.  Of course things weren't going to be simple.

   "Okay, fine.  I'll go hard."

   "And if you win?  Be serious.  I mean, I may be underestimating you. 
You might just surprise me.  And just to give you an idea of what I have in
mind, if I win you have to be my seat cushion for one hour."

   "Huh??"

   "Yep.  For one hour after we are done, I watch TV on the couch.  And
you'll be between my butt and the couch the whole time.  Then, I put you
down for the night."

   I was so baffled.  "Why?"

   "Why?  Because you wouldn't like it, that's why."

   I don't know what to say.  Things just get weirder and weirder on me.

   "Wow.  To think, you call ME a pervert."

   "Well, I didn't - mom did.  But you are.  I'm going to do it to
humiliate and embarrass you, not to do sick things like you were last
week."

   Again with the sick thing.  I don't know why women think masturbating is
so wrong.  It's very natural.  And I still haven't had a chance to explain
why I was doing that"So, let's hear it, Danny: what do you get if you win?"

   I didn't have an idea at first, but Natalie gave me one right after she
asked me.  As I thought about it, she turned away from me and bent over to
untie and remove her shoes.  Her enormous butt, shining in the red spandex,
right in my line of sight, inspired my idea.  It also, I hate to admit it,
inspired something else, but I wasn't about to mention THAT.

   "Okay, fine.  If I win, I get to spank you."

   Natalie quickly turned over her shoulder, her eyes quickly darting
downward toward her butt self-consciously.  She looked suspicious.  "What?"

   "That's right.  If I win, I get to spank YOU."

   Natalie turned this over in her head, pivoting around to face me in the
process.  I was pleased - clearly I caught her off-guard.  Suddenly, she
looked a lot less self-assured than she had all day.

   "No.  Out of the question."

   "Wait a minute - why is sitting on me, for ONE HOUR, perfectly
acceptable, but me spanking you so very wrong?  I thought the whole point
of the stakes was to humiliate the loser."

   This was my finest moment in many weeks.  I had trapped Natalie in her
own web.  To be consistent, she would either have to change her stakes or
allow mine.  I can't believe she's so concerned about this, but I guess
this is what makes her a good competitor: she takes every opponent
seriously, even someone a dozen weight classes beneath her.

   "Okay.  You're right.  Fine.  If you win, you get to spank me.  And I
mean, hard.  You can use a shoe, a belt, a paddle, whatever.  If I lose,
and you spank me, you have to spank me to tears, like I've done with you."

   Whoa, that was weird.  She volunteered to make her fate worse if she
lost.  But I guess I get it: if I bare-hand her and it doesn't hurt, the
whole thing is just weird.  I'd enjoy it, but she's trying to make sure
that she doesn't.  I've heard of people getting pleasure out of a spanking,
which is just utterly bizarre to my mind.  She just wants to avoid that
possibility, I suppose.

   Why am I even thinking about this?  I don't have a chance.  The only
thing I can possibly do is maybe get her into a chokehold as quickly as
possible, and she submits.  But that's only one fall, and I'm sure she
wouldn't let that happen again - how would I get her again?

   Though unlikely, the possibility of my victory has changed Natalie's
bearing.  I hadn't seen her like this before.  She had this blank sort of
look on her face which I could only guess was concentration and focus.  I'm
starting to wish I had thought of something else instead of a spanking -
she seems dead-set on not allowing it.

   As we moved to the center of the carpet, Natalie asked, with a voice
that sort of matched the look on her face, "What are the ground rules?"

   I don't know much about wrestling, but I had a pretty good sense of what
should and should not be allowed.  "Okay, uh, no hair-pulling or
eye-gouging.  No striking, just grabs and holds.  Anything else?"

   "No private areas, either."

   "Right.  Of course."

   "Okay, Danny, here we go.  Good luck." And with that, Natalie knelt down
and placed her palms on the carpet in the all-fours position.  I took a
moment before deciding to set up on her left side.  Jeez.  This girl is
vast.  It seems to me like she's as tall in the all fours as I am on my
feet.

   "Let's count it down from five," she said once I took my place.

   "Five, four, three, two, one, GO!" we said in unison.  And at that
moment, I went right for her left armpit and powered underneath it for all
I was worth.  In no time at all, I was able to roll her on to her
shoulders.

   That's what I thought happened, anyway.  What really happened, as I
discovered immediately afterward, is that she pitched backward WITH my
movement, and used our combined momentum to roll over a second time. 
Incredible.  She used my move to get me on my back.

   What happened next was frightening, if predictable: she used her legs to
immobilize mine and forced my arms up over my head.  Bringing my wrists
together, she was able to hold both of my arms in place with just one hand.
And just like that, I was in a completely helpless position.  The gap in
strength between the two of us was more like a canyon.

   Natalie wasn't satisfied to start the three-count - she decided to have
fun.  Holding her free left hand in front of my face, she had a devious
look on her face.  It was clear she was going to tickle me.  Panic stabbed
me.  "No!  Please!  Just pin me!"

   But our arrangement is this: I obey her at all times and she can choose
to follow my suggestion or not to.  Natalie elected not to follow my
suggestion, instead plunging her left hand into my right armpit.  I spasmed
hard in laughter, even managing to jerk my right arm free in the process.
Of course, at that point she took a quick moment to pull my free arm back
over my head, hold it and my left arm in place with her right hand, then
tickle me again.  This went on a few times until she got bored, so she
finally fixed me in place and pinned me.  I was too worn out by then to
even try to fight it.  Natalie one, Daniel zero.

   After counting to three, Natalie was huffing a bit but otherwise seemed
fresh.  She quickly stood up while I lay on the carpet trying to catch my
breath.  One pin and I was freaking exhausted - jeez.

   "You might as well just take me up to the couch and take a seat now.  I
honestly couldn't do any better than that."

   "Really?  Danny, my god, you should at least work out or something.  I
mean, I know you're not built for strength, but it shouldn't be this easy
for me."

   Does she even think before she speaks?  Here's a girl with great genes -
yes, she's fat, but she's got a lot of muscle too, and great coordination.
Far as I know, she's been in one organized sport or another from a young
age.  She's very mature physically.  Me, I'm a classic flyweight.  The only
exercise I get is the occasional trip to the city pool.  Why did she think
this would go any other way?  The way I see it, both she and I received
genetic gifts more commonly seen in the opposite sex.

   "But you did try - I mean, you really tried.  So I'll be nice - I won't
make you wrestle again.  Just, whenever you catch your breath there, go lay
down on the couch.  Oh, and when you do, put your head on this side,"
Natalie said, motioning toward the left end of the sofa.

   *** The first fifteen or twenty minutes buried underneath Mount Natalie
were uneventful.  I was surprised that not only was it not painful, it was
almost comfortable.  And, to my surprise (or not), it was arousing.  Then
again, I live in prison.  Almost anything female was arousing in my
condition.  I really couldn't see anything - my eyes saw nothing but
Natalie's right hip and the ceiling.  I could hear the TV, some sitcom was
playing during that time, and when Natalie laughed, I felt it from my head
down to about my waist.  My legs were free, but that was about it.  My
penis was fully erect and pressing on the outside of her left hip.  She was
usually appalled by my erections, but she made no issue of this one.  Maybe
she was finally getting the idea that I had very little control over their
frequent occurrences.

   Then, as so often happens in this relationship, things abruptly went
south.

   "Hey Danny," Natalie asked with a mouth full of food, "can you guess
what I'm eating?"

   "I don't know," I replied into Natalie's leg, which sounded more like,
"Uh uh uhhh."

   "Beef sticks.  I love those things.  They're bad for you, but I love
`em. Do you know what I'm talking about, beef sticks?"

   "Yuhhhh"

   "The reason I bring it up is, not only are they bad for you, but they
really mess with my system in particular.  By the way, remember that no
matter what happens, you're supposed to be there for a full hour.  If you
try to get out of it, you'll get a BIG spanking," Natalie said, raising her
right hip off my face.

   "Why would I try to -"

   BRRRRRTTT!!

   Oh my God.  Good Lord!  If you threw two skunks, five eggs, and a clam
into a blender, made a slurry out of it all, then let the whole thing sit
in the summer sun for four hours, it would still smell better than the
blast of evil death vapor that just hammered me in the face.  Had Natalie
not just reminded me not to try and escape, I would have.  Not that it
would have worked, of course.

   RRRRRUUPP!!

   Yikes.  This was like 5% worse than the last one.  I think.  I don't
know.  I can feel my brain melting.

   BBBBBPPPTP!!

   "How's everything Danny?  You know, you're going to have to take a bath
before you go to bed!"

   HHHHRRRRK!!

   Incredible.  Here I thought Natalie was starting to hate me less.  It
turns out she's just thinking of new ways to punish me.

   As one noxious, revolting fart after another rained down on my face for
most of the next forty minutes, I remembered how happy I used to be.  When
mom was carrying me around at the city pool and swatting my bottom while
cute girls laughed at me, ahh, those were the good ol' days.  I'd eat my
foot for that level of humiliation now.