Stripping the bully
Posted: Mon Jun 05, 2023 4:03 pm
1989 Senior year in high school.
It would be an affirmation that I will never forget.
It started out kind of odd anyway, since I was kept out of school that day by my daddy. Mainly just to be the unfortunate one to carry around his heavy bag of golf clubs, cause he’s to cheap to rent a cart or pay whatever fee was involved in obtaining a real catty, who could’ve helped him with some tips to improve his game, cause he really wasn’t worth a shit at playing golf anyway.
Actually I was even better than him, and that just pissed him off, so I wasn’t allowed to get in on the game.
It could’ve been a profitable day for myself if I could have. Lol.
So I stayed quiet and listened to daddy and his business associates brag about all there million dollar deals. Then by the ninth hole daddy was about half drunk, and started bragging about this little slave whore he bought to work the front desk at his office. Yeah now I knew why he was working late so much, but who could blame him? She was drop dead gorgeous and graded Prime from what he said.
By the end of the game daddy lost at least a couple of thousand dollars, and got so drunk that I had to be the one to drive him home.
By then it was after 2:00 and I had to get to the school to pick my girlfriend Misty up. Cause she’d been skipping so much school her mom grounded her from driving for a while. So she relied on me to drive her around, which didn’t bother me one bit cause I was so infatuated with her anyway.
So in my jacked up Toyota 4x4 I lined up with all the hot moms in front of the school. In the little mini van next to me, I kept checking out this 30 something hot mom with long blonde hair.
She caught me checking her out and smiled back at me.
“ Dick throbs “
I reach down and unzip my Jean shorts, I was going commando that day, so I’d be ready for Misty. Hoping I’d get a blow job driving her home.
I gently stroked my cock while flirting with the older woman in the van beside me. She even wrote down her phone number and gave it to me. But said not to call after 5:00.
So I assumed she was married and we needed to be discreet.
The 3:00 bell rings, and the school starts to empty out. In the distance I see Misty coming in her little denim skirt and heels.
“ Dick throbs again “
I gently stroke myself more as the truck creeps forward.
But the closer Misty comes to the truck, I can tell by the look on her face that she wasn’t happy.
Actually that’s an understatement she was down right pissed off. She threw her books into the back of the truck, opens the door, sat her purse into the seat and started to climb up into the truck.
As her head clears the passenger seat she sees my cock out and standing at full attention.
“ Put him away! We ain’t got time for that shit? “
“ WHAT???? “
I was shocked to hear her say that. No time for sex? That’s got to be a first for Misty cause she’s always in the mood.
But not that day she wasn’t.
I crammed my stiff cock back into my shorts and zipped up, as she sat in the passenger seat and immediately grabbed the pack of Marlboros from the dash, lighting up her cigarette she looks around at all the people coming out of the school and then at the busses, which she quickly pointed to.
“ Follow that God damn buss! “
She yells at me.
“ Yes mam. “
I said obediently.
“ I’m gonna kick her ass today! “
“ Who’s ass? “
I ask curiously.
“ Connie Wilson’s ass! Who do you think? “
“ Oh shit! “
I said to myself knowing this wasn’t going to end well.
“ Baby you sure you want to do this? “
I asked with the memory that was still fresh on my mind, from their last fight that started in the gym, and these two brawled all the way to the principals office, where they were both put in zip ties to wait on the law and both there moms to sort this out.
That fight afterwards cost mom over 2k at the emergency dentist, getting Misty’s 2 front capped teeth put back in again. Which were knocked out after her face was slammed into the brick paved hallway on the way to the office.
That fight was over Misty’s sister’s boyfriend Cody, apparently Misty caught Connie talking to him.
So what started this fight? I wondered and it didn’t take long for Misty to tell.
Apparently the night before Connie and her gang of thugs beat up Crystal at the skating rink. So now Misty’s gonna take revenge on her for Crystal.
This shit has been going on for years, between Misty and Connie. And there has never been a clear winner between them, usually Misty gets her ass kicked every time, and keeps coming back for more. Or it’s broken up before the two of them kill one another.
So how long has this been going on?
Let’s analyze this constant feud.
First grade 1976.
Anybody drove by a playground lately?
You see all that pitiful looking rainbow colored plastic shit they expect a kid to be entertained by playing on?
I saw just the other day seeing this little boy rocking back and forth on a pink painted transgendered unicorn. And his helicopter mom chewing on her finger nails scared to death that he’s gonna fall off and bruise his ass on that thick layer of rubber tire mulch.
I just shook my head in disgust at what they’ve turned children into nowadays.
But in 1976 we had a real playground, with 10 to 12 foot tall jungle gyms and monkey bars. Swing sets you could get 30ft of air on before you leaped from the swing and flew through the air like Superman. Before crashing to the ground that was nothing but red dirt, rocks gravel, bricks etc. Lots of weaponry so you can play war with your classmates. Then there was that extra tall slide that was built out of real metal and steel and it burns your ass and legs as you side down it on a hot day.
Absolute chaos plays out on the playground and Mrs. Knight just sits by the gate, on a bench ignoring everyone while chain smoking her menthol cigarettes, while sipping a Tab and reading a romance novel.
Misty and Crystal sit in the dirt. Crystal playing with her new Barbie doll and jeep while Misty pushes her Tonka dump truck around.
If there was any little girl that deserved a set of balls it was Misty. Cause she played just like the little boys, she didn’t like girl stuff. At least back then anyway.
The girls played quietly by themselves waiting for mom to get off work and pick them up.
A short time later Connie comes walking up, wanting to play with them.
Crystal being the nice friendly one shares her toys with Connie.
And minutes later Connie starts taking Barbies cloths off.
She wants to enslave Barbie and use Misty’s dump truck to transport Barbie across the playground, where a group of boys we’re playing with there GI Joes and toy soldiers. Connie wanted to hold an anytime auction and sell Barbie off to one of the soldiers.
It’s interesting to see that a first grader that knows so much about slavery. But for some reason Connie did.
This did not go over well with Crystal.
“ No!…No!…No! Barbie wears clothes! Give Barbie back now! “
Crystal demanded.
She try’s to get Barbie back and Connie shoved her back. Then broke Barbies legs and arms off.
Crystal busts out crying.
Misty slugs Connie between the eyes.
And the fight was on.
Everyone runs over and gathers around as they slug it out in a mud hole, kicking punching, biting and wrestling about.
It’s interesting how little kids love to watch a fight.
“ Fight!…Fight!…Fight! “
Everyone cheers.
“ Hey what’s going on over there? “
A concerned mom points out to Mrs. Knight.
“ Oh shit! “
She leaps from the bench and runs across the playground to investigate.
With a whistle between her lips she blows into it as she grabs at the girls to try to separate them.
“ Stop this now! Break it up! “
She yells as she finally gets the two apart, only to see them lock up like a couple of pit bulls moments later.
Mrs. Knight has to collar and leash both of the girls which she would tie to the fence and make them both kneel after she paddles them both.
Mom shows up a little later, finding Misty tied to the fence.
“ I’m sorry I had to do that to her Mrs. Jones, it way I could keep them from hurting one another.
Moms face turns red with anger.
“ Just you wait till I get you home! “
“ It’s not her fault mom! “
Crystal said showing mom her broken Barbie doll.
“ She did it! “
She pointed to Connie.
Mom sighs and looks back to Mrs. Knight.
“ I’m sorry this happened. I guess she’s got her daddy’s temper. “
“ It’s okay Mrs. Jones kids do these things all the time. “
Mrs. Knight said as she freed Misty from the collar.
Misty had a busted lip and a black eye, and all she could do was talk about that fight all the way home.
“ This is not how little girls supposed to behave! “
Mom says to Misty.
But this was only the first one.
It would be an affirmation that I will never forget.
It started out kind of odd anyway, since I was kept out of school that day by my daddy. Mainly just to be the unfortunate one to carry around his heavy bag of golf clubs, cause he’s to cheap to rent a cart or pay whatever fee was involved in obtaining a real catty, who could’ve helped him with some tips to improve his game, cause he really wasn’t worth a shit at playing golf anyway.
Actually I was even better than him, and that just pissed him off, so I wasn’t allowed to get in on the game.
It could’ve been a profitable day for myself if I could have. Lol.
So I stayed quiet and listened to daddy and his business associates brag about all there million dollar deals. Then by the ninth hole daddy was about half drunk, and started bragging about this little slave whore he bought to work the front desk at his office. Yeah now I knew why he was working late so much, but who could blame him? She was drop dead gorgeous and graded Prime from what he said.
By the end of the game daddy lost at least a couple of thousand dollars, and got so drunk that I had to be the one to drive him home.
By then it was after 2:00 and I had to get to the school to pick my girlfriend Misty up. Cause she’d been skipping so much school her mom grounded her from driving for a while. So she relied on me to drive her around, which didn’t bother me one bit cause I was so infatuated with her anyway.
So in my jacked up Toyota 4x4 I lined up with all the hot moms in front of the school. In the little mini van next to me, I kept checking out this 30 something hot mom with long blonde hair.
She caught me checking her out and smiled back at me.
“ Dick throbs “
I reach down and unzip my Jean shorts, I was going commando that day, so I’d be ready for Misty. Hoping I’d get a blow job driving her home.
I gently stroked my cock while flirting with the older woman in the van beside me. She even wrote down her phone number and gave it to me. But said not to call after 5:00.
So I assumed she was married and we needed to be discreet.
The 3:00 bell rings, and the school starts to empty out. In the distance I see Misty coming in her little denim skirt and heels.
“ Dick throbs again “
I gently stroke myself more as the truck creeps forward.
But the closer Misty comes to the truck, I can tell by the look on her face that she wasn’t happy.
Actually that’s an understatement she was down right pissed off. She threw her books into the back of the truck, opens the door, sat her purse into the seat and started to climb up into the truck.
As her head clears the passenger seat she sees my cock out and standing at full attention.
“ Put him away! We ain’t got time for that shit? “
“ WHAT???? “
I was shocked to hear her say that. No time for sex? That’s got to be a first for Misty cause she’s always in the mood.
But not that day she wasn’t.
I crammed my stiff cock back into my shorts and zipped up, as she sat in the passenger seat and immediately grabbed the pack of Marlboros from the dash, lighting up her cigarette she looks around at all the people coming out of the school and then at the busses, which she quickly pointed to.
“ Follow that God damn buss! “
She yells at me.
“ Yes mam. “
I said obediently.
“ I’m gonna kick her ass today! “
“ Who’s ass? “
I ask curiously.
“ Connie Wilson’s ass! Who do you think? “
“ Oh shit! “
I said to myself knowing this wasn’t going to end well.
“ Baby you sure you want to do this? “
I asked with the memory that was still fresh on my mind, from their last fight that started in the gym, and these two brawled all the way to the principals office, where they were both put in zip ties to wait on the law and both there moms to sort this out.
That fight afterwards cost mom over 2k at the emergency dentist, getting Misty’s 2 front capped teeth put back in again. Which were knocked out after her face was slammed into the brick paved hallway on the way to the office.
That fight was over Misty’s sister’s boyfriend Cody, apparently Misty caught Connie talking to him.
So what started this fight? I wondered and it didn’t take long for Misty to tell.
Apparently the night before Connie and her gang of thugs beat up Crystal at the skating rink. So now Misty’s gonna take revenge on her for Crystal.
This shit has been going on for years, between Misty and Connie. And there has never been a clear winner between them, usually Misty gets her ass kicked every time, and keeps coming back for more. Or it’s broken up before the two of them kill one another.
So how long has this been going on?
Let’s analyze this constant feud.
First grade 1976.
Anybody drove by a playground lately?
You see all that pitiful looking rainbow colored plastic shit they expect a kid to be entertained by playing on?
I saw just the other day seeing this little boy rocking back and forth on a pink painted transgendered unicorn. And his helicopter mom chewing on her finger nails scared to death that he’s gonna fall off and bruise his ass on that thick layer of rubber tire mulch.
I just shook my head in disgust at what they’ve turned children into nowadays.
But in 1976 we had a real playground, with 10 to 12 foot tall jungle gyms and monkey bars. Swing sets you could get 30ft of air on before you leaped from the swing and flew through the air like Superman. Before crashing to the ground that was nothing but red dirt, rocks gravel, bricks etc. Lots of weaponry so you can play war with your classmates. Then there was that extra tall slide that was built out of real metal and steel and it burns your ass and legs as you side down it on a hot day.
Absolute chaos plays out on the playground and Mrs. Knight just sits by the gate, on a bench ignoring everyone while chain smoking her menthol cigarettes, while sipping a Tab and reading a romance novel.
Misty and Crystal sit in the dirt. Crystal playing with her new Barbie doll and jeep while Misty pushes her Tonka dump truck around.
If there was any little girl that deserved a set of balls it was Misty. Cause she played just like the little boys, she didn’t like girl stuff. At least back then anyway.
The girls played quietly by themselves waiting for mom to get off work and pick them up.
A short time later Connie comes walking up, wanting to play with them.
Crystal being the nice friendly one shares her toys with Connie.
And minutes later Connie starts taking Barbies cloths off.
She wants to enslave Barbie and use Misty’s dump truck to transport Barbie across the playground, where a group of boys we’re playing with there GI Joes and toy soldiers. Connie wanted to hold an anytime auction and sell Barbie off to one of the soldiers.
It’s interesting to see that a first grader that knows so much about slavery. But for some reason Connie did.
This did not go over well with Crystal.
“ No!…No!…No! Barbie wears clothes! Give Barbie back now! “
Crystal demanded.
She try’s to get Barbie back and Connie shoved her back. Then broke Barbies legs and arms off.
Crystal busts out crying.
Misty slugs Connie between the eyes.
And the fight was on.
Everyone runs over and gathers around as they slug it out in a mud hole, kicking punching, biting and wrestling about.
It’s interesting how little kids love to watch a fight.
“ Fight!…Fight!…Fight! “
Everyone cheers.
“ Hey what’s going on over there? “
A concerned mom points out to Mrs. Knight.
“ Oh shit! “
She leaps from the bench and runs across the playground to investigate.
With a whistle between her lips she blows into it as she grabs at the girls to try to separate them.
“ Stop this now! Break it up! “
She yells as she finally gets the two apart, only to see them lock up like a couple of pit bulls moments later.
Mrs. Knight has to collar and leash both of the girls which she would tie to the fence and make them both kneel after she paddles them both.
Mom shows up a little later, finding Misty tied to the fence.
“ I’m sorry I had to do that to her Mrs. Jones, it way I could keep them from hurting one another.
Moms face turns red with anger.
“ Just you wait till I get you home! “
“ It’s not her fault mom! “
Crystal said showing mom her broken Barbie doll.
“ She did it! “
She pointed to Connie.
Mom sighs and looks back to Mrs. Knight.
“ I’m sorry this happened. I guess she’s got her daddy’s temper. “
“ It’s okay Mrs. Jones kids do these things all the time. “
Mrs. Knight said as she freed Misty from the collar.
Misty had a busted lip and a black eye, and all she could do was talk about that fight all the way home.
“ This is not how little girls supposed to behave! “
Mom says to Misty.
But this was only the first one.