Matches 6. Intermission, while Jones is punished by Joanne. By Hardie hardiewh@aol.com The school PE teachers had arranged for a couple of end of term matches between the boys and the girls. The first match, seven-a-side hockey, had ended disastrously for the boys, who lost heavily! Even worse, at a 'humiliation ceremony' after the game, where the losers were merely expected to kneel at the feet of the winners, the girls had gone on to totally dominate the boys and subject them to complete humiliation. Much to the girls' surprise, the boys seemed to accept their fate, and even to enjoy being subjugated by girls! Now the boys' rugby team were being comprehensively beaten by the girls! Miss Forbes, the Head Of School continues her narrative:- I must explain that I had told everyone concerned that my sole purpose in hearing these accounts was to gather material for my PhD thesis in psychology. No one would be penalised in any way because of what they told me. Any disciplinary action resulting from the events of that day had already been taken care of by the teachers in charge. I interviewed some of the spectators, with the following results. 'I am Eleanor Smith, aged fifteen. I watched the rugby match with all my friends. We loved seeing the girls win. It was so cool. At first we all thought the boys would win, but they were useless once the girls began to get on top. By the end of the game the boys were destroyed! And all the boys in the school knew it! Nearly every boy spectator had gone by half time! They couldn't stand to see girls beating boys at rugby!' I intervened with a question. 'You said that 'nearly every boy' had gone. Some stayed to watch the end of the match then?' 'Yes, Miss. There was one standing near us, Jonathan Martin in year ten. He looked all flushed and excited, and he had his hands in his pockets, and I know he was playing with himself, because I see my brother doing it sometimes. He was wanking himself Miss. I think he was getting turned on by seeing the girls humiliating the boys. So was I!' This was a representative account of many similar accounts I received from girls who watched the rugby match. They all loved seeing the boys being defeated. and they all mentioned at least one boy who had stayed to watch the match for obviously sexual reasons. I interviewed one of them, a tall, well built sixth form boy who, despite his size and athletic build, was totally disinterested in games normally. This is what he had to say. I found it most revealing, a gem for my PhD thesis. 'I have always been turned on by girls wearing PE kit, Miss. It goes back to when I first started school at the age of four. I sat beside Moira Gray in a double desk,right at the back of the class. One day, after PE, Miss said we could stay in our PE gear in class because it was so hot. After a few minutes a message came for Miss to go to see the Headmistress. When she was out of the classroom I don't know what came over me but I was really turned on by Moira sitting so close to me in her PE briefs and I tried to give her a kiss. She hit me right on the nose. I was so shocked I started to cry. She hit me again and again. I was on the floor. She was sitting on top of me, slapping my face. Somebody pulled her off. I looked up at her through my tears. She was standing over me in her navy blue cotton briefs, white sports shirt and white socks and plimsolls, looking angry and imperious at the same time. I remember as if it happened this morning being so helpless with the thrill of seeing her standing over me I could hardly breathe. And I've been excited by the sight of girls in their PE gear ever since. And I was very, very excited watching them overcome bigger, stronger boys and beat them at rugby.' I'd promised not to reveal the boy's name, and also to give him a reward of a sexual nature for his story, one he couldn't resist. He asked to be caned by one of the girl prefects wearing her PE gear! Of course I couldn't possibly agree to this, but I really needed to observe an event like this to support my studies, so...... ........the next day I interviewed the boy again, just to clear up a few points. It just happened that, at the end of the interview I asked him to pass me a glass of water. I managed to make it fall between us and shatter on the floor. 'Oh dear,' I said. 'Stay here and I'll get someone to clear it up. On my invitation, Joanne Ridley, the most petite of the girl prefects, was waiting in the outer office in her PE gear! I sent her in, then eavesdropped, purely for research purposes of course! I heard the boy (I'll call him Jones) gasp at the sight of the girl "What's this mess on the floor, Jones?" said Joanne imperiously. "It,,it's water, a g.glass of water. It s..slipped out of my hand." I could imagine the shards of excitement piercing the boy's equanimity as he was confronted by the girl in her navy blue knickers and white polo shirt, the fetish of all his fantasies. "You mean," said Joanne incredulously, " that you've spilled water and broken glass all over the Head teacher's study? That is a very serious offence boy! Isn't it Jones? (there was a pregnant pause) I said, 'Isn't it Jones? Answer me when I speak to you!" "Y.yes Joanne," muttered the boy. "You call me 'Prefect Joanne', Jones," she ordered. "Now answer me properly!" "Ah c'mon, Jo......" "ANSWER ME PROPERLY!" Joanne asserted herself! The boy crumbled. "Y.yes P.prefect Joanne," he mumbled. "Say it louder!" she said. He did. Joanne was in complete command. "That's better," said Joanne. "You realise that you need to be punished for making such a mess, don't you Jones?" "Y.yes Prefect Joanns." "Good! I am going to give you twelve strokes on the bare. Drop your trousers!" "B.but.,,,,,!" He got no further. "And another six for disobeying a girl prefect!" snapped the girl. "Now get your trousers off and your underpants! NOW!" "You look ridiculous in your shirt tails," said Joanne. "Take the rest of your clothes off! Let's see if you look better naked!" There was no protest from Jones. The girl had obviously broken his resistance. I've always believed that obedience very quickly becomes a habit once the initial resistance to it is overcome. All my members of staff, both male and female, obey my orders immediately because I broke them to my will one by one and now dominate them completely! Joanne had already broken Jones because he was so masochistic by nature..............or was it by nurture? That is one of the questions I hoped to answer! "Get on your knees boy," ordered Joanne. "Now crawl over and fetch me a cane from the stand in the corner!" "No, don't carry it! Fetch it your teeth, like a dog! You made a mess like a dog. Now you'll be treated like a dog. Now sit up and beg, so I can take the cane. That's a good boy! Now get face down over that chair. Grab hold of the bottom of the chair legs with your hands, and don't you dare let go. That's it! Your taut little boy buttocks are sitting up nice and high and very inviting! Now I'm going to cane you!" There was a mewing sound from Jones, then the smack of the girl's cane on his bare buttocks. Jones said "Ow!" After six strokes the boy was crying. After ten he was pleading with the girl to stop hitting him. Joanne took no notice. She was a totally confident, dominant, young girl, completely in charge of the situation, and in control of the boy! "Shut up," she ordered, "or I'll add another six to your punishment!" She hit him again. He choked back a howl of despair. The girl struck again. Jones yelled in agony and, through floods of tears, desperately begged the girl to stop. Reluctantly, I decided to intervene. Joanne was not very experienced at caning boys and was maybe going a bit over the top. Anyway, I confess, I really needed to see what was happening. And what a glorious sight it was, if you enjoy seeing a petite young girl totally dominating a much larger, muscular boy. Jones was on his knees at the girl's feet, tears streaming down his face as he pleaded pathetically for mercy from the girl. Joanne stood over him, hands on hips, tanned, curvaceous legs wide apart, her navy blue cotton briefs tightly moulding her pelvis. The elasticated top of her briefs reached well below her navel, leaving a gap of about six inches of smoothly muscled, tanned stomach to the hem of her shirt. Small breasts strained the material of her aertex polo shirt as she stood over her male victim, looking at him with imperious disdain. The boy's cock was straining upwards in a rock hard erection! This I had expected in view of my earlier research, but it was the first time I had actually seen the phenomenon for myself, and it was so exciting, in the scientific sense of course! Here was a large, powerful, naked male, being beaten by a small, pretty girl. He was crying his eyes out, begging her to stop caning him, and yet he had an enormous, throbbing hardon, straining for sexual release! Joanne's eyes were gleaming with excitement. I could see she was enjoying her dominance of the boy. I would interview Joanne later and record her reaction to my experiment. Meanwhile, I sent Jones into my private bathroom to recover from his caning. He admitted afterwards, that the first thing he did when he was in there was masturbate. This did not surprise me! My thesis was evolving. I now had a mass of evidence to support a theory which was forming in my mind. The statements of the boys and girls involved in the final moments and the aftermath of the boys v girls rugby match could be conclusive. I needed to study them in detail before I reached my conclusions. To be cont...........................................