About Me

Some people can't figure it out; why does a woman get so turned on at the thought of other women being stripped in public, spanked, humiliated, and sometimes even forced to get down on their knees with tears in their eyes to service a man (or another woman) because they're being blackmailed, or because they lost a bet, or because they can't pay a debt?

Well, the answer is simple: as a teenager, I was a scrawny girl with no curves at all. Then, when I grew older and started filling out, I filled out TOO much and became overweight. So all my life I've been jealous of those other women with their great bodies, the ones who made fun of me for being too skinny or shook their heads in pity because I was too fat. But not ONLY jealous--I've also been mad as hell. That's why I keep them in mind whenever I write a new story, drawing inspiration from all those taunts and jeers. And one of my earliest memories, the one that inspired my fiction more than any other, is one I'll share with you now.  

When I was 16, I had an experience that still turns me on when I think about it. I was a late bloomer--thin, athletic, but with no curves at all at that age. My best friend's sister Jenny, who was 18, had a great body and used to make snide remarks about me being flat as a pancake with no ass at all. On the first day of summer break, we had a big party at my neighborhood pool. About 15 or 20 kids were there, both boys and girls, all from our high school. Because it was a Monday and our parents were at work, we had the pool to ourselves.

Some of the girls were arguing about who had the best tan, and one of them pulled her bikini bottom down an inch to show how dark she was compared to the white skin underneath. Then one or two other girls did it, and it became like a contest. The guys got really excited even though they weren't seeing anything naughty, and a boy named Jake, who had a huge crush on Jenny, dared her to do it. She refused, which was weird, because she always wore skimpy clothes and skimpy bikinis and I thought she liked showing off her body.

Jake tried over and over to get her to do it, but she kept saying no and eventually jumped in the pool to swim. A few minutes later she started climbing up the ladder to get out of the deep end, and Jake swam up behind her. When she was halfway up the ladder, Jake jumped up, grabbed her bikini bottoms, and pulled them all the way down to her ankles. Jenny screamed, but because of the position she was in--halfway up the ladder, holding onto those big metal handrails on either side--she couldn't do anything to cover herself up. She didn't even have room to reach down and pull her bottoms back up. So for about five seconds she just stood there screaming and shaking, with her naked ass in full view of everybody. A few of the girls felt bad for her, but the boys all laughed and clapped and I found myself getting excited as hell.

Since Jake was right behind her, Jenny couldn't drop back into the pool. She finally climbed the last two steps on the ladder and ran into the bathroom a few yards away, leaving her bikini bottom on the steps. Since there was nobody at the pool except us teenagers, the boys ignored the fact that Jenny was in the girls bathroom and just charged in after her. Me and a few other girls ran in, too. Jenny was standing with her back pressed against the wall and both hands clapped over her bush. The boys kept poking her and tickling her, trying to get her to move her hands, but she kept them locked tight over her pubic hair. Then Jake came in with Jenny's bikini bottom and held it high above her head. She took one hand off her bush and jumped for it, but he yanked it away. He did the same thing 3 or 4 times, but Jenny never could grab it out of his hand.

Jake finally hung the bikini bottoms on a light fixture on the wall over the sinks and told Jenny she could go get them if she wanted them. But Jenny was a short girl and they were hung too high for her reach, even if she jumped. She kept standing there with her back pressed to the wall, trying to figure out what she should do, then she finally ran over to the sink, put one knee on the edge of it, pushed herself up, and grabbed the bikini bottoms. That meant we all got another good look at her naked ass, and when she hopped back down we even got a glimpse of her bush while she pulled the bikini bottoms back on.

I'm sure that was the best day of the summer for all the boys, but seeing a girl who made fun of me half-naked and embarrassed like that is one of my best memories, too!