Susan wrestles Ned
By Counselor
Younger sister competes with, defeats and makes slave of brother.


I counseled with both the young woman and the young man in this story, but
much later after they had reached their late 20s. Thus, what is told depends
on their memories and that of their mother.

Jim Walter tossed a perfect spiral toward his 13-year-old son, Ned, who
envisioned himself on his way to score the winning touchdown. As Ned stretched
out his hands for the catch, 11-year-old Susan, who had been watching,
suddenly darted in front of him, intercepted the football and streaked away.
Angered Ned gave chase, and, catching her, wrestled her to the ground while he
struggled for the ball. He had nearly succeeded in pulling it from her when
Susan surprised him by letting go of the ball and turning furiously on him.
Her assault rolled Ned over on his back with Susan on top. As he dropped the
ball to fight back, she reached over him trying to grab it.

Concentrating now fully on Susan, Ned pushed her up and off him. As he did so,
he found himself looking up from under the bottom of her loose fitting shirt
at two protuberances on her chest. The view was instantaneous and then gone.
He reversed his effort and had another look. Yes, they were there. Then he
fought her. Their bodies strained against each other as he gained the upper
hand, forcing her down on her back. Something strange was going on between his
legs. Never had he felt anything like this; a pressure was building up in his
most private place. Maybe it was going to burst. He pulled away and picked up
the ball, breathing hard.

This brother and sister had roughhoused many times before, but here was
something new, exciting and disturbing.

Since it was a school night, the now 14-year-old Ned and his sister, Susan,
were sent upstairs to study. Before Ned settled down, 10 year-old Ronnie
sneaked up behind him and ran his fingers between the cheeks of his brother's
buttox. "The great divide!" Ronnie yelled gleefully running away.

"Don't you goose me!" Ned shouted and catching him in three strides, pushed
him to the floor, kneeled beside him and began a spanking.

"Help! Help!" Ronnie cried, imploring Susan to rescue him. After a moment’s
indecision, she threw herself on top of Ned, causing him to collapse down on
Ronnie. Quickly she grabbed his right wrist with both her hands and began to
pull it back with all her might, twisting. By the time Ned had figured out
what was going on, she had his arm back far enough that she had all the
leverage she needed to go further, to force his wrist upwards completing a
hammerlock.

Ned managed to rise partially causing her to slide to her left. She kept her
grip on his wrist and, finding her legs around his waist, locked her ankles.
She straightened her legs while continuing to force his wrist up between his
shoulder blades. Ned still lying on top of Ronnie, struggled as hard as he
could but could not dislodge Susan. In fact, he was getting more trapped as
she pushed his wrist higher and continued to straighten her legs around his
now compressed abdomen. They both realized she had trapped him, Susan with
glee and Ned with dismay.

As Ronnie pulled himself out from under his older brother, Susan, continuing
to hold Ned's wrist with one hand, reached back with the other and ran her
fingers between the cheeks of Ned's buttox. "The great divide!" she called out
triumphantly. Ned made a stupendous effort to twist and turn, anything to get
loose, but nothing worked. Susan merely tightened her legs and increased his
pain by pushing his wrist even higher between his shoulder blades. As she felt
his struggles subside, the excitement of being in control overcame her. She
reached for his cleft again and ran her fingers along it. "Annnn..d......the
grrr....eat dee......vide!"

Ned saw Ronnie looking at him quizzically. "I don't fight girls," he gasped
out. He now lay still hoping that he had convinced Ronnie that he was in this
position only because he refused to fight a girl.

Susan liked the feeling of her legs around her brother of being able to do to
him what she wanted. She ran her fingers up his cleft a third time,
unknowingly causing Ned's penis to harden. Susan felt good, totally in
control. She spanked him on his buttox a couple of times and then ran her
fingers once again between the cheeks. He offered no resistance now. Her
breathing speeded up, but not from the exertion.

"I won’t fight you," was all Ned could think of to say. "I will not fight a
girl."

Susan was reluctant to let him go, but she did. She unlocked her ankles and
got up, finally letting go of his wrist. She was still excited, breathing
harder than ever. The struggle with Ned had felt good.

Ned rolled partly on his side as nonchalantly as he could, preparing to get
up. On an impulse Susan grabbed his shoulder, rolled him on his back and
plopped her rear end on his chest. Instinctively, Ned's hands went up. She
seized then both and pushed them down and leaning forward pinned him to the
rug.

What to do? Ned could hardly fight her now after what he had said about not
fighting a girl. He lay still, not resisting. Now he was more conscious of
her. He could smell her sweet breath and see the long hair close to his face.
The involuntary hardening between his legs increased almost unbearably.

"Give up?"

"No, I don't give up. This isn't fair because I'm not fighting."

"You're pinned."

"No, I'm not." He had been, but now he raised his left shoulder.

Susan moved herself forward on him so that her knees were on his shoulders.
Ned's arousal increased even more as her bare legs came closer to his face. He
raised his knees to hide his hardness. Then she put her weight on her knees.
It was painful. Ned felt an uncomfortable knotting in his stomach. If only
Ronnie weren't watching. He kept his left shoulder up as long as he could,
then raised his right. In less than a minute more both were on the rug.

"Now you're pinned. Give up?"

"No. It's not fair. I am not fighting you."

"I win!"

Susan stood up, pulled back her hair and headed for her room.

"We did you let her do that?" Ronnie asked, concerned.

"Cause when you get to be my age, you don't fight with girls."

"But you used to."

"That was when I was younger."

Ned pretended to study, but he could think of nothing but what had just
happened. He was aroused and he was mortified. He could feel the pressure in
his penis. Why had he let her pin him? He should have thrown her off, but then
she and Ronnie would have known that she had had him trapped earlier. In his
memory he could still smell her. He tightened his buttox thinking of her
fingers sliding over his ass hole. And she had spanked him. He could feel his
embarrassment as the blood suffused his face and the sweat broke out. "Oh, it
was awful, awful, awful." What if someone heard of it? All he could say was,
"I wouldn't fight her because she is a girl." Why was she getting to him? Why
was he so hard? He wanted to wrestle her, to feel her body against his. Ned
was more miserable than ever before in his life.

As the days went by, Ned's normal happy frame of mind returned for most of the
time, but he continued to have moments of despair as he thought of his defeat
and moments of arousal as he thought of how their bodies had been locked
together as she held him. He was more aware of her now as a young woman with
breasts. Neither Ronnie nor Susan had said anything about the episode. Ned
knew that he had to fight her. There was nothing else but to show her and
himself that he was the better, but he did not want Ronnie there and Ronnie
was always around.

Susan also had mixed feelings. Wrestling with Ned and running her hand over
him had been very stimulating. It gave her what she came to call "the
feeling." In her imagination she could still feel her legs around him and
frequently, just before she dropped off to sleep, she locked her ankles, just
as she had that night. She moved her hand as though running her fingers
between his buttox. Some one had goosed her once and she had not liked it and
would never let anyone do that to her, but Ned had not resisted even that. Her
reverie aroused strong emotions, emotions tinged with excitement, danger and a
vague sense of wrongdoing.

Ned's chance came late one afternoon three weeks after the episode when his
mother took Ronnie to the doctor and his father was out of town. Susan was
sitting at her desk doing arithmetic. Ned came up behind her and tipped back
her chair. He held the chair for a moment and then let the back of it down to
the rug. Before she could get up, Ned was on top of her. The two struggled,
Ned trying to hold her down, Susan trying to escape. As they rolled this way
and that, Susan managed to raise herself by holding on to the seat of the
chair. Then she twisted and Ned lost his grip.

In an instant she had turned on her unbalanced brother pushing him on his
back. Now Susan was on top trying to pin him. Ned felt fear surging through
him as he struggled to free himself. Susan tried to sit on him so that she
could put pressure on his shoulders. It was a mistake. Ned rolled on his front
and, pulling his knees underneath him, managed to shake free of her.

Both scrambled to their feet and faced each other. There was no charade now
about not fighting. The boy and the girl were ready to give their all. To an
outsider Ned would seem to have the advantage. At 5'6" he was 2 inches taller
than Susan and outweighed her by 5 pounds, 120 compared with 115, but she soon
proved to be the quicker.

Ned tried for a headlock, but Susan pulled free, slid behind him and locked
her arms around his chest. She tried to throw him and then to trip him, but he
managed to stay on his feet. After several tries she got the throw and the
trip timed and down he went prone with Susan on top. She tried to turn him
over on to his back, but he squirmed away. She tried again and again. Both
were tiring now. Ned tried to get to his knees, but she moved her body across
him with all her weight on his upper back, his shoulders and his head, her
arms wrapped around his neck and left shoulder. "The feeling" was strong now.
She rubbed her breasts against his back and then squeezed him harder.

They lay that way for a while, Ned trapped and unable to move and Susan not
knowing how to take advantage of her position. Ned, who had been too busy to
think of Susan as a girl, now began to experience again the close presence of
a girl's body against his and the tightness of her arms. His member stiffened.
This was not good.

"Enough for now. I have to cut the grass." he said. "We've roughhoused a
little and neither of us got pinned."

Susan released her grip and sat up breathing hard. They sat there recovering
from the exertion and from the emotions that gripped them.

As the weeks went by both youngsters longed for another go, but both had
reservations. Upmost in Susan's mind was the exhilaration of holding her own
against her big brother, the temptation of "the feeling" and the thrill of
danger offset by a not-so-vague sense that she was doing something wrong. Ned,
also, wanted the closeness, the straining of body against body, but he was
worried about something else. His younger sister was better than he wanted to
believe and had proved she could more than held her own. She was good. He had
to admit it, not better than he certainly, but what if she beat him? What if
his parents heard about it? What if Susan told? What if Ronnie knew that he
had been unable to beat her up? He was nervous.

About a month later, when they were home alone, Susan brushed against Ned and
then pushed him playfully. When he pushed back she said, "Watch out, or I'll
pin you."

Ned felt a tightening in his abdomen and stiffening in his crotch. "Watch out
or I'll pin you." He was already breathing hard.

They closed, locking arms, trying to force each other, to gain an advantage.
Ned reached for a headlock. He got his arm around her neck, but she pivoted so
that he had no leverage. She countered by wrapping her arm around his neck as
they both struggled for leverage. She got her right leg in front of his left,
thereby gaining enough leverage to bring his head down. He pulled backwards,
but she held on twisting.

Ned reached down and pulled up her foot. Down they went, Ned still trapped in
Susan's headlock. She applied pressure with all her strength, twisting his
neck and forcing him over on his back. He thrashed but could not free himself.
He tried to pry apart her hands, but he could not get his hands in good
position. Held like this with his face pressing into her breast was arousing.
He felt a throbbing in his penis.

"I win!"

"I'm not pinned."

"You can't get away."

"You haven't pinned me."

"Give up."

"Are you kidding?"

She twisted further trying to get her weight on his shoulders. She shifted
this way and that, but could not bring both shoulders to the rug at the same
time. Ned felt her breast rub against his face. Aroused but unable to break
free, he concentrated on keeping both shoulders off the rug. He would not let
his sister win this fight no matter what. "The feeling" was strong in Susan.
She noted an unwonted stirring between her legs.

Alarmed by her own emotions, she broke off, rose to her knees brushing back
her hair. Ned sat up, looking at her, knowing she had nearly beaten him, but
strangely aroused, wanting to wrestle his body against hers again.

"We're pretty evenly matched," he said and was immediately ashamed of his
duplicity.

But Susan took his remark as a compliment. "Do you think so. I've never pinned
you except once when you weren't fighting. I never know if you're trying your
hardest."

"Well, I don't always try my hardest," he muttered, blushing in shame at his
lie.

Susan looked at him. For the first time it occurred to her that maybe she
really was more that just lucky, maybe he was really trying as hard as he
could, maybe she was better than he was, maybe she could beat him if she
really tried.

Over the next school year they wrestled at least every few weeks and
occasionally two or even three days in a row. Susan was always the instigator,
always when no one else was home. Ned tried to start a match a couple of
times, but it did not work unless Susan was ready. She would just turn away
and say something like, "I'm busy." Only when Susan had "the feeling" would
she wrestle. She had noticed Ned's hardness and his way of drawing up his
knees to hide it. She knew now that she could bring it on and liked the
feeling of pressing against his erect member. She even fought so as to bring
it against her body.

The matches were different now. Susan was on the attack trying for the pin
which to her meant victory. Ned never turned down her invitations even when he
wished he could, for he did not want her to think that he was afraid of her.
He both longed for and dreaded their battles. They were very sexy (He used
that word now to himself.), but he feared being pinned. Neither of them knew
much about wrestling holds; so they improvised as they went along. Susan had
become the better wrestler; she was on top most of the time, but did not know
how to complete the pin. Although, as she became more skillful, she came
increasingly close to winning. A couple of times when he thought she might get
him, Ned escaped by making excuses to stop the fight.

Finally it happened. Susan had thrown Ned onto his back. When he tried to roll
over, she maneuvered her body across his so that she was over his upper body
with her left arm around his neck and her right arm through his crotch and
around his left leg. It was a very good hold that she had achieved partly
because she wanted to feel her arm against his hardness. As it was Ned was
trapped. She put all her weight on his shoulders. He kept up first one and
then the other, but he was tiring.

"Wait. I forgot I was supposed to make a phone call."

Susan did not reply, for she now recognized his excuses. As she kept up the
pressure, fear seized Ned. He strained with all of his might. Now both
shoulders were up. Their bodies strained against each other. Neither moved.
Thirty seconds, forty-five seconds, sixty seconds. Nothing happened. Then, all
at once, his shoulders went down. He raised them again. Ten seconds, fifteen
seconds and then they went down again. Once more he raised them, but it was
all he could do. They went down for good. Susan held him for several moments
more and then got up. She had achieved her long sought goal. "I win!" she
cried.

Ned sat up. "You had a good hold. I shouldn't have let you get it."

Susan smiled at him radiantly, happy in the knowledge of her victory.

Ned tossed and turned that night. He felt nervous and very unhappy; sleep was
far away. The more he thought about the last match, the worse he felt. What
had he been doing, wrestling a girl anyway? It hadn't really been a fair
match. He had been too aroused. What should he do? He would like to pin her;
he imagined doing so, but he was not totally unrealistic. What if she pinned
him again? What would he say then? He thought of her smile. That bitch, she
had started it. Why did she want to try to be better than her brother?

In the next days, he avoided her as much as possible. He went out of his way
not to be at home alone with her for fear she would challenge him. However, as
the days went by, Ned convinced himself that what had happened had been an
accident. The next time he would go all out and beat her. He started
exercising to get himself in good shape. He rehearsed the upcoming fight over
and over in his mind. He was ready for anything she might try. He planned to
get his body across hers to force her shoulders down.

Susan was anxious for another go. When "the feeling" was on her, she tried to
get Ned to wrestle, but he managed to avoid her or give an excuse. He was
waiting this time until he was ready. That time came about six weeks later.

They were home alone. Susan had just come into the upstairs sitting room. Ned
knew in a glance that she was ready. Without a word they closed, holding each
others arms, testing. Susan moved in close, grabbing him around the waist,
lifting. She locked her ankle around his and down he went with her on top. She
moved cross-wise trying for the pin, while Ned struggled to turn. Her grip
slipped and he managed to turn onto his stomach. They fought on, but Susan had
lost her best chance. She maintained her advantage, but could not achieve the
pin. Finally she pulled away. They sat for a moment together dripping with
perspiration and breathing heavily.

"Enough for today," Ned said. She nodded.

Neither was totally satisfied, however. Ned was pleased she had not pinned him
and more determined than ever to pin her. Susan was dissatisfied with her
inability to achieve another victory. Both were ready for another go. In the
next two months they had a total of ten matches that settled the matter. Susan
dominated in the first three matches but was unable to achieve a pin. She won
the fourth, holding him with a wristlock while she put her full weight on his
shoulders. Continuing to improve, she pinned Ned in matches six, eight, nine
and ten, her confidence growing and Ned’s plummeting with each of her
victories.

After the tenth battle there was a two-month moratorium, seemingly by mutual
consent. Neither challenged the other. Susan was happy and relaxed. She did
not worry about Ned's reaction, in fact, she hardly thought of how he might
feel. At first he was numb. He tried not to think about Susan at all, avoiding
being alone with her. The last thing in the world he wanted to do was to fight
her. As the weeks went by, however, his numbness was replaced by anger. It was
her fault. She had started it all, just to humiliate him. He hated her. He
wished he could get even.

After two months of absence "the feeling" came over Susan stronger than she
had ever experienced it. It grew the next day as there was no opportunity of
being alone with Ned. Finally on the third day Susan arrived home from school
still wearing her school uniform, a green and blue plaid skirt and white
blouse to find the rest of the family gone. Ned was lying on the floor
watching television. She rolled him over and sat on his chest. Ned felt fear
rising in his belly. He would not fight her. While he was thinking of an
excuse, Susan took hold of his unresisting wrists, and pressing them to the
floor and pinned him.

"You’re pinned!"

"So?"

"Give up?"

"No. I'm not fighting."

Just then the phone rang. Susan got up to answer it. Ned heard, with relief,
that she was talking with Jennifer. As the conversation went on, his racing
heart slowed. What should he do? Should he escape, perhaps get up and leave
the house? No, he would not run; the only solution was just not to fight her.
He was angry with her and angry with himself. He clenched his fists and then
distracted himself by again watching television, still lying on his back.

He got caught up in the show and did not hear her hang up. Susan approached
from his head. She knelt down putting her knees on his shoulders and covered
his face with the lower part of her skirt. That was too much for the surprised
Ned. He erupted with all his strength, turning to the right. He dislodged
Susan so that she fell to her right. Almost without thinking she locked her
legs around the upper part of his neck and his head so that his face was
pointing directly into her butt. She straightened her legs, squeezing hard.

As Susan's thighs closed around Ned's ears, they shut out all sound, isolating
from the rest of the world. All his eyes could see were her panties less than
two inches away. But in his isolation there was one powerful sensation, a
smell, new, different, elemental, frightening. Ned tried to pull away and to
get up, but he could not. Then he knew panic. The smell was most fearful; it
surrounded him in his silent prison. He wanted out. He tapped on Susan's
thigh. "Let me up." When nothing happened, he added, "If you're saying
anything, I can't hear. I can't hear!"

Susan heard the quaver in his voice. "The feeling" took complete hold of her.
She reached back and grabbed Ned's hair, pulling him vigorously deeper into
her butt. Ned's heart was pounding; he was helpless as she pulled him still
closer into that fearful odor. While holding him by his hair, she quickly
loosened her legs enough to uncover one ear.

"Give up?" She straightened her locked legs again shutting him off from all
sound.

The answer was immediate. "OK! I give! I give!" When nothing happened, he
repeated, "I give up! I give up! I really do!"

Susan unlocked her ankles and quickly swung herself around, pushed him prone
and sat on his chest. She pinned his now unresisting wrists to the rug and
slid forward putting her knees on his shoulders. Again she covered his face
with her skirt as though that were a display of her mastery. Again it was too
much for Ned. He erupted in rage, convulsing his body rolling her off. As she
slid to the side, her legs were again in the right place. She grabbed his hair
with her right hand and locked both legs around his neck so that now he was
looking straight into her lower abdomen. She pulled her skirt down so that the
material bunched pressing into his face so that he was afraid it might
suffocate him. The panic, which even in his rage had never left him,
intensified.

"Give up?"

"I already gave." His voice was muffled.

"Give up again."

"OK."

"Say it!"

"All right. I give up."

"The feeling" was stronger than ever Susan. She had an urge to lie on him, to
feel his body against hers, beneath her, and his hardness. She unlocked her
ankles, rolled him on his back and stretched herself on top of him. Ned's
heart was racing. He did not resist now, but he readied himself. Susan felt no
hardness, for Ned was now not in the least aroused. Almost automatically she
hooked her legs around his in a grapevine hold and began to apply pressure,
spreading his legs, bringing her pubis against his. Ned was trapped and
painfully so. She was angry with him now; in her victory she wanted to feel
his maleness. Rhythmically she began to pump up and down. He tried to roll
over, but there was nothing he could do. Ned grit his teeth to stop from
crying out.

"Give up?"

"Please. I already gave, twice."

"Give up again."

Ned wanted to escape more than anything else in the world. Tears were coming
into his eyes. The pumping was driving him crazy. "OK. I give."

Susan climbed off him awed and disoriented by her success. She was lightheaded
and gasping for air. As she got herself under control, she saw Ned slowly
pulling himself into a sitting position. She reached out to help him, but he
shrank from her. Somehow his fear angered her: she could hardly restrain
herself from throwing herself on him again and pushing him to the floor, from
sitting on top of him and making him give up again and again. The force of her
emotion frightened her.

Ned sensed her aggressive feelings. He sat still, shrinking back within
himself, not wanting to provoke her. The sat quietly for what seemed several
minutes recovering from their exertions and their emotions. As Ned rose, Susan
broke the silence, "I won and you gave up."

Ned, wanting neither to provoke her or to admit to anything, answered, "Yeah.
You really caught me off guard and got some good holds."

Susan's fright at her own emotions had not completely driven "the feeling" out
of her; she stood up and reaching around him ran her fingers up and down the
cleft between his buttox. "The great divide!" The fact that he did not resist
confirmed her triumph.

Over the next few weeks Susan replayed the battle in her mind. She could
hardly believe she had actually made her older brother give up. The memory was
exciting. What a blast! Just to think that she could do it! She was irritated
that he kept making excuses, but did not have any particular desire to prove
her mastery again. The challenge had been met. At the same time she developed
an interest in a boy in her class named Cal. Her friends began to tease her
about her new interest, which both embarrassed and pleased her.

Ned was crushed. His younger sister had beaten him. That was bad enough, but
it was worse that he had given up. He hated himself for that. He had a hard
time sleeping at night and would wake up with nightmares about being chased.
After a few weeks he awoke from a wet dream. He had been wrestling Susan. They
were pressing against each other; he seemed to be winning. He awoke to a happy
feeling, but soon realized to his chagrin that it was all a dream.

The family including three grandparents gathered to celebrate Ned's fifteenth
birthday dinner. His grandfather said, "I used to get a spanking on my
birthday, one spank for each year."

"Ned spanked me when I was eight," Ronnie chimed in.

After dinner and birthday cake, Ronnie ran up behind Ned and gave him a swat.
As Ned turned, Ronnie gave him another one. Ned grabbed Ronnie and leaning
over so that his body formed an inverted L began to return the spanking.
Susan, perhaps with a desire to show off, joined the fray. She approached Ned
from the left side, looped her left arm under Ned's neck and pulled her
forearm up against his Adam's apple. At the same time she leaned on his upper
torso, pushing it down and put her right leg in front of his legs. Thus she
immobilized Ned so that he could not move up or down, forwards or backwards.
He did put both hands on her left forearm, trying to hold it down to relieve
the pressure on his Adam's apple, but he was afraid to make any other move for
fear of having to fight her in front of the whole family. He could not control
his trembling. Holding him, Susan began to spank, counting "One... two...
three...." Ned was too afraid of Susan to try to resist or to move.
"Four...five....six....seven..."

Ned was miserable, not knowing what to do. He blurted out as well as he could
given the pressure on the front of his neck, "It's not fair. I'm not
fighting."

"Eight.... nine.... ten.... eleven.... twelve...."

"Susan, that's enough," her mother said.

"Thirteen.... fourteen.....fifteen...and one to grow on..sixteen."

Susan released him. Ned straightened, red faced. "I wouldn't fight her because
she's a girl." The words had just come out. He dreaded Susan's rebuttal. What
would she say?

Susan just smiled saying nothing. "It wasn’t fair. I didn't try." Ned
continued, desperately looking for support and sympathy.

"All right," said his father. "Party's over. Time's up. Go upstairs children
and start your home work." The goodnights were said and the children trooped
upstairs.

Two days later Ned's mother, Caroline, called him into her bedroom. "Ned," she
began. "You are a wonderful young man. I am proud that you do not bully your
little sister and that you do not fight girls. That is fine, but you have to
be able to defend yourself. I don't think you should have let Susan spank you
the other night. You did not have to hit her or spank her, but you didn't have
to let her spank you that way in front of people. You're grandparents don't
understand. They think she shamed you, but I explained you were just being
overly chivalrous."

Ned blushed. He stammered. "I'm sorry. I thought I was doing the right thing
in not fighting her."

"Don't worry about it. Next time stand up for yourself. If you don't stand up
for yourself, no one will do it for you."

It was another week before Susan and Ned were alone. Ned said, morosely, "You
didn't have to do what you did, you know."

"I know."

"Then why did you?"

"Because I wanted to."

"You just wanted to make me look bad." When she did not answer, he added,
"Well, didn't you?"

"No."

"Well, you knew I wouldn't fight you and you took advantage of that."

"I didn't know you wouldn't fight me and I didn't take advantage of anything."

"You did too."

"The feeling" swept through her. "I did not. Look, I'll spank you right now
and you can fight me all you want." She took a step toward him.

"Wait. I did not mean that."

"What did you mean?"

"I just meant I thought you took advantage of me, but, if you say you didn’t,
you didn't"

"You said it wasn't fair and now I'm ready to give you a fair chance."

"I didn't say it wasn't fair."

"Yes you did. That night."

"Oh, then. I thought it wasn't then."

"Well, what do you think now?"

"I guess it was fair, but you didn't have to do it." Ned had turned crimson as
the words came out. Susan had challenged him and he had backed off even though
he was now 3 inches taller and 8 pounds heavier.. "Coward," he thought to
himself. "Go get her," but he did nothing. His body remained still except he
began to tremble.

"Well," Susan taunted him. "Why don't you try to spank me?" When there was no
answer, she added, "Go on! I dare you."

Ned's crimson had drained out of his face to be replaced by pallor. "No. I
don't want to." His voice was soft, almost a whisper.

"All right. Then I'm going to spank you."

She moved behind him, gave him two hard slaps on the buttox. Then she ran her
fingers into his cleft. She liked the feeling of doing that and of his not
resisting. She walked out of the room, leaving Ned totally demoralized.

Almost a year later Caroline asked, "Well, Ned, what do you want for your
birthday dinner?" The thought of his birthday evoked some of his old anxiety
in Ned even though the two young people had had no physical contact since
Susan had slapped his buttox and goosed him. Nor did they ever talk about
their wrestling matches. They never even thought about the sexual feelings
that those tussles had evoked.

"Oh," he replied as casually as he could, "Chicken and potatoes."

Susan's deviltry carried her away, "How about a birthday spanking?"

"Not this year," Ned replied.

"Susan made a face as though to challenge him, but he looked away.

The next night when they were alone, Ned said, "Look, Susie, we've outgrown
this spanking business."

Calling her "Susie" was a mistake; Susan took it as a put down. "You may have
out grown it, but I haven't."

"Well, let's not spoil my sixteenth birthday. I'm only sixteen once, you
know."

"Then I'll have to spank you."

"Why?" he asked with sinking heart.

"'Cause you wont be sixteen again."

The next evening Ned returned to the subject. "Susie, I have been thinking.
Let's just forget about this spanking business."

"You can if you want."

"I, like, mean both of us, you and me."

"No."

"Susie, please, as a birthday present."

"I already have your birthday present."

"Please. I'll make you a deal."

"What deal?"

"Anything you want if you don't try this silly spanking thing."

"You could be my slave." The idea had just popped into her head. He had called
her his slave when she was nine years old and had made her get him a coke and
some cookies.

"That would be silly, too."

As the day grew nearer, Ned could think of little else, but his impending
birthday and Susan's threat to spank him. "Susie, you know we were kidding
about my being your slave."

"Yeah."

"I'll be your slave and do anything you want for a whole hour, if you don't
try to spank me on my birthday."

"No."

"Why not? You said..."

"I didn't say anything about an hour."

"How long do you want? A day?"

"Until I free you."

"I don't know when that would be."

"That's right."

"That's not fair."

"You always say, 'That's not fair.'"

"OK. OK.....I'll be your slave........only don't make it too long."

"I won’t think it’s too long. Go get me a coke."

"OK."

"Say, 'Yes, Master.'" That was what Ned had made her say in the past.

"Yes, Master."

"Bow when you say it."

He bowed, "Yes, Master."

"Stay bowed." She walked around behind him. Suddenly she ran her fingers
between his buttox, up over his ass hole and out. "The great divide."

His body jerked. He felt his member harden.

"Now get me the coke."

He straightened up, turning from her, trying to hide his hardness. Oh shit.
She was looking right at his crotch. He practically ran from the room. Then he
went slowly down the stairs and into the kitchen, trying to take his mind off
her goosing him, trying to calm himself down so that she would not see his
erection when he returned. Slowly he climbed back up the stairs. "Here's your
coke."

"Thank you. Now bow and say, 'Your welcome.'"

He bowed. "Your welcome." Then before she had time to say anything or get into
his crack, he straightened.

Susan, recognizing his strategy, laughed. "Bow down, slave, and stay down." He
bowed again. She walked around, again ran her fingers between his buttox. She
liked being able to do that to him. It put him in his place.

Susan and Ned both kept his slavery a secret between the two of them. Ned
dreaded anyone finding out. When the mood was on her, Susan teased him by
exerting her control in front of others. When the children went in the car
with either their mother or their father, Ned had always sat in the front.
Susan had calmly announced, "I'll sit in front," and Ned had hopped dutifully
in the back, hoping that his mother would not wonder why he gave in so easily.
Another instance happened at school when Susan said in front of Jennifer,
"Ned, I forgot my book or my sweater. Go get it for me."

Ned's stock answer to an order in front of others was, "Sure. I was going that
way anyway." Some of the girls thought Ned was the perfect brother and some of
the boys that he was a wimp but no one ever guessed that Ned was totally under
Susan's control.

Their mother, Caroline, was the most suspicious. "Ned, its Susan's turn to
wash the dishes. Why are you doing it again for her?"

"Oh, I don't mind. She had to study." She looked at him quizzically. Ned felt
a knotting in his stomach. What if his mother guessed? When occasionally Susan
ordered him to wash her clothes, Ned tried to wait until his mother was out of
the house and on more that one occasion, washed them by hand in the middle of
the night.

Most of the time, however, being Susan's slave was bearable, for she actually
made few demands on him, especially after Ned became an expert in reading her
moods. When she was in certain moods, he tried to stay as far away as
possible, for it was dangerous for him to be around her. When she was in what
he called "a calm mood," she would rarely ask him to do anything.

Susan enjoyed their new roles. It was nice to have Ned to drive her, to do
whatever she wanted him to. She liked Ned and did not mistreat him. She did
not want to embarrass him in front of others although sometimes she couldn't
resist tempting fate by gently ordering him to do something in public. She did
not like to think about their fights or how he had become her slave. Certainly
she repressed as far as she could the sexual feeling associated with their
fights.

For over two years they maintained their secret relationship. Ned filled out
and believed that he could now defeat Susan if they ever wrestled again, for
by now he outweighed her by 12 pounds, but when he thought about challenging
her, it still made his stomach churn, for he knew how strong and quick she
was. Moreover, if they fought at this age and she beat him, she might really
humiliate him in front of others. Besides he had given his word. He never went
back on his word; even if he did, there was the chance that she would say
something and others would realize what had gone on between them. So he held
his piece and continued Susan's always-obedient slave.

In Ned's 17th summer the family drove north stopping each night at a motel.
One evening they gathered around a swimming pool for an after supper swim.
Ronnie was in especially high spirits. He tried to push Ned into the pool and
then surprising Susan pushed her in. She turned her fall into a reasonable
dive and coming up said, "I'll get you for that." She climbed our of the pool,
picked up towel and began to dry herself. Suddenly she made a lunge for Ronnie
who was by then almost her size. Ronnie twisted away, but she caught him and
wrestled him to the ground. Ned, watching with his heart in his mouth, saw
Susan quickly get the upper hand. Soon she was sitting on Ronnie's back, one
hand holding him in a hammerlock and the other locked into his hair pulling
his head back. Ned glanced at his parents who were watching the two intently.

"Give up?"

"Yes."

"Apologize..."

"No...Ow...OK. I'm sorry."

Susan let him go, but as soon as he got up she grabbed him around the waist,
brushed aside his resistance, hauled him to the edge of the pool and threw him
in. Ronnie climbed out of the pool and gleefully went after Susan only to be
dumped again in the water. He came out of the water and tried again with the
same results. Susan was laughing now, too.

"You'll never learn. How many times do I have to throw you in?"

"Ned, help me."

"Why should I?"

"Boys against girls. I'd help you."

Ned had a sinking feeling in his stomach. Did Ronnie know? Maybe he was just
saying that.

Susan chimed in. "Two against one. I'll throw you both in." With that she
grabbed the unresisting Ned around the waist, dragged him to the side and
threw him in. Ned just swam down to the end of the pool and watched while she
again threw in Ronnie. She clapped her hands together and said, "Girls'
night."

Ned started swimming laps while Ronnie climbed out of the pool, exhausted and
lay on the grass. Ned envied Ronnie his ability to loose to Susan without
getting all bent out of shape. To loose in front of his parents without being
embarrassed was amazing. Of course, Susan was two years older. He wondered
what Ronnie would do if he were two years older. Maybe he would be as
embarrassed and as afraid of being found out as was Ned. Ned wondered what his
parents must think. As he climbed out of the pool, he heard Ronnie say, "Throw
him in again and see if I help him. You threw me in more times."

Susan moved toward Ned. Oh, what was Ned to do? Was a slave supposed to try
and throw his master in the pool or even resist? But with his parents
watching, he couldn't get away with not resisting this time. Susan grabbed him
around the waist again, lifting so that he could not get a good footing and
they tussled as she got him nearer to the pool's edge. It was the first time
they had been so close since his sixteenth birthday. He tried to break away
but could not. She maneuvered him ever closer. Then he pretended to trip,
letting his right leg slide over the edge of the pool. In he went, hoping the
rest of the family would think it an accident. He went to the shallow end of
the pool and came out faking a limp.

Afterwards they were sitting around one of the tables having cokes when Ronnie
said, "Susan, you're really strong. Let's see your muscle." Susan flexed
showing a well-defined biceps. "Look at mine," Ronnie added, showing some
beginning definition. "I'll arm wrestle you." They got in position. Their
father gave the signal and down went Ronnie's arm. Ronnie seemed not the least
embarrassed. "Now I want to see you arm wrestle Ned." Susan put up her arm.
Ned had to get away.

"I'm tired of games and my leg hurts. I'm going to bed."

"Then you're leaving Susan the champ," said his father.

"That's OK with me."

"Come on, Ned," chimed in Ronnie.

"Come on, Ned," repeated Susan.

"I think you've been challenged, Ned," said the father.

Reluctantly Ned put up his right hand. The two clasped hands. Ned's forearm
was slightly longer so that his elbow was slightly more extended. As Ned
looked up, Susan's eyes were looking straight into his. He felt a sinking
feeling, but then steeled himself and turned his gaze to their hands. They
each tried for the best grip, Susan was at a slight advantage when they
settled in.

"Ready! Go!" Susan got a slight jump pulling Ned's hand toward her. Ned
exerted himself, but quickly realized that Susan was slowly pushing his arm
down. He jerked his hand back to the midpoint but then felt it move back
again. Gradually she forced his hand down. He stayed her for perhaps ten
seconds, but then his hand hit the table and Susan's hands went up in a
victory gesture.

"Your sister's the winner. Now be a good sport and congratulation her, Ned."

"Congratulations, Susan."

"You were very tough."

"Thanks."

Later that evening in their motel room the father said to the mother. "I can
hardly believe what I saw."

The mother added, "He tried to avoid fighting her and arm wrestling her. It
was funny. He must have known. I think now I understand why he seemed to do
whatever she wanted."

"You mean he was afraid she would beat him up? That's hard to believe. When
would they have ever fought?"

"I don't know. I just know that they behaved strangely."

Ned was accepted at the university. Somehow he could not go off still the
slave of his little sister. In the summer he screwed up his courage and
approached her. In his nervousness he did not pay enough attention to her
mood, or he would have waited.

"Susan, can I talk to you?"

"Sure."

"I've been you slave for more than two years. Don't you think that is long
enough. Pretty soon I'll be leaving for college. It would be very nice if you
would set me free."

Susan had been thinking about the same thing, but in her present mood she did
not want to let him off easily. "That's no way to ask for your freedom, slave.
Beg me." Later she might hate herself for treating him so foully, but with the
mood on her, she could not stop herself.

Ned had not expected such a response, but felt in no position to demand
anything. "Please, Susan. Don't play games. I beg you. Please set me free."

"This isn't a game. Bow and call me 'Master.'"

He bowed. "Please, Master. I beg you. Set me free."

"Bow again and hold it."

He bowed again. She moved behind had and ran her fingers up his cleft,
pressing in hard. "The great divide!" Ned half straightened. He would have
gone all the way, but he felt his penis hardening. "Bow down and stay down,"
Susan commanded.

Ned resumed his position. Again she ran her fingers into his cleft, this time
slowly, forcefully, showing her dominance. Ned held himself in place,
mortified, angry, with a full erection that he could not control.

"Damn it, Susie. That's enough."

She jammed in her fingers again, now pressing between his ass hole and his
scrotum "Don't swear at me and don't call me 'Susie.' I told you to call me
'Master.'"

Ned had to make a choice, fight or give in. He was angry enough to fight, but,
perhaps because he still feared she would beat him, perhaps because he was in
the habit of obeying her, he gave in. He held his position as she began moving
her fingers back and forth close to his scrotum where it was most arousing. He
felt some wetness and began to be afraid of coming. "Yes, Master." Tears
moistened his eyes.

"Now tell me what you want?"

"Please, Master, free me. I beg you. I'll be going to college. I should be
free. Please, it's only right. Please, soon." His trembling voice faded off.
Any possibility of fighting that he had had earlier had gone out of him.

Susan was at a crossroads. She stood irresolute, her hand now grasping the
left cheek of his buttox, her fingers in his cleft. Ever since her first
victory, this had been her symbol of power over her brother. It felt
comfortable and natural to be like this; she had earned the right. Her
emotions were sweeping her along. The trembling in his voice fired her urge to
push on, to exert her power as far as she could, to the end. But also welling
from deep inside her was fear, fear of loosing control not of him but of
herself, fear of what she might do, fear of a side of herself she knew only
vaguely. Absent-mindedly she continued massaging him, unknowingly bringing him
closer and closer to climax.

"Susan. Master, pl....."

"Shut up!"

If Ned had had any resistance, it was gone now. He kept quiet and held his
position letting her do what she would to him. Then without making a conscious
decision Susan knew what she would do. She was at once relieved, happy and
relaxed. She shoved her fingers in hard and said, "Stand up and turn around.
He complied. She noted his pale face, the tears in his eyes and the bulge in
his crotch. Fighting down a sudden desire to humiliate him further, she said,
"You're free."

Ned, who had come to expect the worst, was taken by surprise. The tears came
rolling down; he could not help it. "Thank you. Thank you."

Susan, put out her hand and touched his face. "There, there." Her gesture of
kindness set off uncontrollable sobbing. The pent-up emotions of the last
years burst out. She hugged him, which only increased the sobbing. He put his
head no her shoulder so that she could feel as well as hear his racking sobs.

"Come on. Stop the crying, or I'll think you like being a slave and make you
my slave again."

He smiled through his tears. "No, once is enough."

"I'm thirsty. Go get me a coke and a cookie, too..........Please." she added.

"Of course. I'm happy to." He wiped his eyes and turned for the door. Then he
paused and turned. "Thank you for setting me free. I really mean it."

"Oh, and I almost forgot. It would be a great help if you could wash some of
my clothes this afternoon while I am playing tennis so I could wear them
tonight. Would you do that for me?....Please."

"Of course. It's a happy day for me, thanks to you." With that he headed for
the kitchen.

Susan smiled and shook her head. She would never have guessed this reaction in
a hundred years. Ned was a little strange, but then she really had been good
to him. She could have made his life miserable. He was right to be grateful.
Susan felt great. If she felt like it, she might even goose him again.

Epilogue

Ned returned from college in early June. He had some trepidation about his
relations with Susan, but nothing had happened during his vacations so he did
not worry too much.

The first few days went well. After lunch on a Saturday Ned said, "Where are
the keys to the car?"

"On the table in the study," his mother answered.

Ned picked up the keys and moved into the front hall. "Wait," Susan said.
"Mom, you promised me the car this afternoon. I have a tennis match."

"You promised me this morning," Ned asserted. "I’ve promised to pick up Mike
and Richard."

"I asked yesterday," Susan countered.

"I am really sorry," her mother answered. "I just forgot that I had promised
you Susan. Look, your father will be back in an hour. One of you will just
have to wait. The two of you work it out. I have to start the baking for
tonight." She headed for the kitchen, leaving Ned and Susan staring at each
other in the living room.

"Give me the keys. You won’t have to wait long and I asked first," Susan said.

"Wait, your match is not until 3 and I have to pick up these guys at 2."

"I have to be there an hour ahead of time."

"You would get there by 2:30."

"Just give me the keys." Susan was getting irritated.

"No, that’s not fair. Let’s talk about how we can work it out."

"I said, ‘Just give me the keys.’" She took a step toward him and crooking her
finger motioned for him to come to her and hand over the keys.

Ned suddenly felt a knotting in his stomach. Were they going to have a fight
right here where their mother could here and would come in to see what was
going on. Susan took a step closer, still motioning with her finger. "Give me
the keys."

"Sssshh, Susan, mother will hear us."

"She’ll hear plenty if you don’t give me the keys."

Ned broke out in a cold sweat. Silently he handed the keys to Susan.

"Thank you." As she went through she called back in a cheery voice that both
Ned and her mother could hear, "Thanks, Ned. You helped me out. Dad will be
home soon."

Ned felt faint. His knees buckled. He sat down. He could not have fought her
then. What would his mother have made of it? What would she have told his
father? At the moment he hated Susan. She had shamed him. Damn her. He was
glad that she had made it sound as if he was being generous, instead
of....instead of...instead of afraid. He would have to fight her. He could
certainly beat her now. He had been a good player in intramural basketball,
but he did not want anyone around.

Susan was in a better mood as she drove off. Ned had really been irritating,
especially after all she had done for him. He owed her a lot. If she had not
set him free, he would still be her slave. Besides, she had kept their secret
even though there were many times when she would have liked to tell. Any of
her friends would have told if they had made their brothers their slave. Who
did Ned think he was? Well, she had put him in his place. She remembered he
look on his face. Yes, he would still obey her; he should. He owed her a lot.

They were home alone. Susan headed for the front door picking up the car keys
on the way. Ned was prepared. It was not his first chance. The week before he
had had a chance, but he lost his nerve. He "chickened out" was the term he
used to berate himself. The same thing had happened ten days before that, but
now he was ready. He was in good physical shape. He would do it.

"Wait, I need the car." As she turned to him, he grabbed the keys out of her
hand.

"You bastard." She leapt at him. Instead of going for the keys she went for
him. Ned had not expected that response. Before he could recover, she had him
in a headlock, her right arm looped around his neck and the lower part of his
head, pulling his head forward and down, twisting. She flexed her knees,
brought her hips under him and then straightened her legs as she ducked her
right shoulder. Both Ned’s feet were lifted off the ground. He crashed to the
rug while she continued to apply pressure twisting him on to his back. There
they lay while she tightened her hold rolling so that she put her weight on
his shoulders.

What had happened was a blur to Ned. He found himself lying on the floor. He
struggled ineffectively. Her scent awakened memories of their past battles and
their closeness. He could feel her right breast pressing into his face. He had
forgotten how erotic it was to wrestle with his sister. Lassitude overcame
him. He had been through this before. Why not give in and let her have her
way? Temptation to surrender was strong, but brief. He had to escape; he had
to keep the keys. Never mind that his shoulders were down. Pinning did not
count for anything now. He maneuvered his forearm against her face and pushed.

"You’re pinned," Susan exclaimed. Ned pushed harder. Irritated, she turned her
head and bit him on the arm.

"Ow! You’re cheating." She bit him again and he pulled away his forearm. His
sexual arousal increased.

"Will you give me the keys?"

Her words reawakened his resistance. "No. It’s my turn."

Susan suddenly released his head and, staying on top, reached for his right
hand that held the keys. That gave Ned his chance. With a stupendous effort he
rolled away, got his knees under him and broke free.

They stood facing each other. Ned slipped he keys in his pocket. Then Susan
came at him. They locked arms, testing each other. He went a headlock. She
spun and catching his leg lifted. He tried his best to keep his balance, but
down he went. Damn, it was always like this, but now he would fight to the
end. He tried to rise. Susan slid her legs around his waist and, holding his
left wrist with both her hands, began to twist. Ned was forced onto his back,
constricted by her scissors hold and helpless to prevent further twisting of
his arm.

"Give up?"

He did not respond but struggled ineffectually. Susan increased the pressure.
She did not want to really hurt him, but he was being so stubborn. She
straightened her legs and was rewarded with a groan but nothing else. She
noticed the sweat on his face. It was sexy to hold him this way. Suddenly, on
impulse, she twisted his arm while bending his elbow. At the same time she
loosened her scissors enough so that he could roll as she forced him to turn
first on his side and then, as she completed the hammerlock, on to his
stomach. She straightened her legs.

It was like the first time she had ever held him down. Now she applied
pressure. Her legs tightened painfully around his middle. She pushed his wrist
higher between his shoulder blades. "Give?"

"No! Oh, that hurts. Ouch!"

"Give?"

"No. No. I won't give. You can break may are, but I won't give."

Susan was afraid of twisting his shoulder out of the socket, so she tightened
her legs with all her might.

"Give up!!"

"Oh, that hurts. Damn! Damn!"

Susan was frustrated. She had him, but he wouldn't give. She loosened her legs
and then jolted them tight. "Give up. Be my slave."

"No. Never!"

She paused, loosening her holds slightly and wondered what to do. Almost
absently she reached into his cleft with her freed hand. She ran her fingers
back and forth pressing hard.

The effect on Ned was dramatic. He was suddenly very aroused. She kept her
fingers running over his rectum and his perineum. She sensed that she was
having an effect on him and increased the pressure running her fingers back
and forth, back and forth. It was becoming more than he could stand. "That's
enough," he almost moaned. Now he exerted all his will power to calm himself,
but it was of little use. He felt he would climax at any moment. That couldn't
happen. It would be awful. He had to make her stop. "OK! I give! Please. Wait!
Stop."

Susan was surprised at his sudden capitulation. She increased the pressure.
"Do you really give?"

"Yes! Yes! I do! I give!" Ned cried desperately, hoping she would stop before
it was too late.

"Will you be my slave?"

"Yes!"

"’Yes,’ what?"

"Yes, master."

Susan withdrew her hand for his crack and loosened her legs. She released him
and climbed to her feet.

"Stand up." Ned complied. "Straight." She saw the bulge in his crotch and let
him see her stare at it. Ned, who was almost past embarrassment, found her
stare arousing. "Give me the keys." Ned reached into his pocket and proffered
the keys, which she took. After a moment she said, "Now bow." He bowed, but,
as he saw her begin to move behind him, straightened.

"Bow and hold it." Down he went.

Susan fascinated by her power, which she suspected came from goosing him,
moved behind, and, putting her fingers between his buttox, running them up and
down while pushing in deeper and deeper, said, "Now apologize."

Ned again felt close to climaxing. "Susan, Master, I am sorry. I apologize."

"Why did you grab the keys?"

"Please, stop!"

She pressed harder. "Answer me!"

"I...I...Oh! Oh!" She felt his buttox tighten and his body jerk convulsively.
Instinctively she knew what was happening and moved her fingers rhythmically
in and out in time with his spasms. Ned’s gasps turned her on. Finally his
spasms subsided. She gave one last push.

"Stand up," Susan said, moving around in front of him. Slowly he straightened.
She saw the spreading wetness on his pants and breathed in a new and exciting
odor. In her triumph she began to feel a bit giddy. She stood looking at him,
watching his face and the wetness of his pants.

"Please, may I go now?"

"No. Tell me why you tried to take the keys."

Ned was disoriented, like a zombie. "I don’t know. I am sorry. I shouldn’t
have. Please. May I go?" Then he added, "Master."

"Give me one good reason."

"I don't know really."

"You'll stand there until you tell me."

"I think maybe I wanted to get even with you."

"Did you?"

"No."

"Well, look what it got you. Are you satisfied?"

"Yes...no...I don't know...whatever."

Susan still felt giddy. Her excitement was beginning to subside. Now she
wanted to get away. "Look, I'll give you the keys. Here, take them. But if you
ever want to use the care again, ask me first. Do you understand."

"Yes."

Almost automatically she said "Yes, what?"

"Yes, Master."

After Susan left the room, Ned looked down at the wetness of his pants. He was
drained of emotion. He didn't care that Susan had seen it, or even that he was
again her slave. All he felt was numbness. He went into the bathroom, took off
his clothes, mechanically cleaned himself and put his clothes in the washer.

When Susan got to her room, she was breathing hard. It had served him right.

In the next days, they both went through some emotional ups and downs. Susan
was surprised at herself. It wasn't her fault; Ned had grabbed the keys away
from her. He got what was coming to him. The remembrance of how he gave in
when she goosed him and his jerking body and his wetness and the smell, were
at times exciting but mostly disturbing. She had done that to her brother, her
own brother. No, she shouldn't have done it, but it was more his fault because
he shouldn't have been that way. She was his sister after all. He shouldn't
get sexy with her. It wasn't as if she were trying to make him aroused. She
was just, well just, showing that she had won and could make him do what she
wanted. Well, she had shown him and she was proud of it and ashamed of it and
all mixed up.

Ned was surprisingly accepting. He had taken on Susan to show her who was the
tougher and she had whipped him badly. Yes, he admitted it to himself. His
younger sister had beaten the hell out of him. She was just too good for him.
He gave in so that he would not climax and had done so anyway. If he had let
her go on when she was holding him down, he would not now be her slave. Surely
she would have let him up after he climaxed. Well he got what was coming to
him. As he thought about it, his member hardened. She was really something
else. He didn't mind all that much being beaten by her or being her slave.
Maybe he was just used to it; maybe he deserved it.

It was ten days before Susan asked Ned to wash some clothes since she was
going out. Ned was alone in the house. He washed and dried her clothes and
took them up to her room. It was a bit of mess. The bed was unmade and some of
her clothes in disorder. "Well," Ned thought to himself. "What's a slave
supposed to do." He made the bed, picked up her clothes, put them away and
straightened the drawers. Somehow he felt better after doing so.

Susan was surprised to find her bed made and her room neat. Thinking of Ned
picking up her clothes and making her bed made her uncomfortable. "That's
weird," she thought to herself. She didn't like it. It felt almost creepy. His
ejaculation was yucky. In the next few days she noticed how her friends
related to their brothers. There was definitely something wrong with her
relationship with Ned.

Ned was home alone when his mother called. "Ned, thank heavens you are home. I
am in the hospital with your grandmother. Please take the car and pick up
Ronnie and take him to the dentist. Please, hurry. He's already going to be
late."

No excuse came to mind. Besides it was an emergency. "OK, Mom." Ned got Ronnie
to the dentist and brought him home. There was still no sign of Susan or his
mother. By the time Susan got home Ronnie was at the neighbor's. Ned had
worked himself into a state. He was nervous and depressed. He had directly
disobeyed her, something he had never done before. What would she do to him?
Would it all come out? Maybe she would understand and let him off easily.

"Susan, Master, please, may I talk with you?" She saw his nervousness. His
voice was trembling.

"Yeah?"

"Master, I am sorry. I had to do it. Grandmother is in the hospital and I had
to pick up Ronnie. I didn't know what else to do. Please. I'm sorry."

"What are you talking about?"

"I drove the car without asking you. I'm sorry."

"Who cares?"

"What do you mean 'Who cares?'"

"I mean, 'Who cares? Let me alone." She went to her room.

Ned was stunned. He had tried to do the right thing. She had made him do what
he did. How could she not care? What should he do now?

The next time they were alone Susan said, "I'm tired of our games. You are
free. I release you. I don't want a slave anymore." Ned was taken aback.

"I haven't minded all that much being a slave, you know. You weren't a bad
master."

"It's over."

"OK, I wasn't mad about it or anything. I mean just tried to do what you
said."

Susan shrugged and walked away, leaving Ned to ponder. At first he felt glad
to be free, but he could still feel the satisfaction of doing something for
her that she had not requested. And then he could almost feel her hands
pressing into his cleft. His member stiffened. What was wrong with him? Why
wasn't he happier? Why was he so mixed up?