Tom and I were walking down the street when we bumped into a dark-haired Girl. We were fourteen years old or so and She was a few years younger. “Look who we’ve got here,” She said. “Wanna fight, Tom? Come on, sissy, let’s fight.” It stopped Tom in his tracks and he looked mighty scared all of a sudden. I grinned, because I had no idea what was going on here. Her fury came without warning and She charged at me like a bull. She literally ran me over and I went down with a high-pitched scream. She grabbed my hair with Her left hand, rammed Her knee on my throat and punched me repeatedly in the stomach with Her right fist. Her eyes lashed out at Tom. “Sit down!” He fell down on his ass, like an uppercut boxer. I tried to fight my way out, but She almost choked me with Her knee. She pulled me up by my hair and grabbed Tom’s scalp in the process. And there we were: two brave young lads, helpless and on our knees. Unforgettable!
As a kid, I had two hobbies: playing football and bashing the brains in of other boys. Girls did no such things. They just stood there like Madame Tussauds’ figures, talking with each other. Long before Femdom came Boredom, no question about it. Teasing these Girls was also a favourite pastime of mine. Karin in particular, because She was stunningly beautiful with Her long, blonde hair, blue eyes and gorgeous legs. Being chased by Karin was like having a galloping orgasm. Let alone being captured and beaten by Her! She didn’t fight though, She just grabbed my hair and plucked me like a chicken. There was really no need to go to a barber in those days. Or She twisted my fingers so badly that I ended up with a rheumatic hand for the rest of the day. She was ruthless and had no sympathy whatsoever for my agony. Man, I loved it! Loved to suffer for Her, loved being at Her mercy and having to beg for forgiveness. So here’s to Karin, scrambled fingers and early baldness.