My name is Miranda by Miranda
Posted: Sat Oct 03, 2020 4:43 pm
Miranda wrote: My name is Miranda by Miranda
My name is Miranda
I have a phat ass. Not as in fat with an “f” but phat with a “ph.” Obviously you can tell because you’re reading, but you can never really tell with how dumb some people are nowadays. But yes…I have a rather big butt and I hate it. Not that I find it unattractive, but simply because it was the reason why I suffered so much in this life.
I’m not insecure about my body at all; however I’m still pretty shy. I mean truth be told I am pretty beautiful and really sexy. I have long black hair with blond highlights and I get called cute all the time, so I guess I’m good looking. However, my body is probably the thing that brings a great deal more attention to me than my face and once I tell you my measurements you’ll probably understands why. I’m 5’7, I weigh 118 pounds and my measurements are 34D-21-41. Yeah, shocking right? If you want an idea of what I look like, I kinda look like this girl named Lindsey Sebastian. Just google her. My butt got me so much attention back in the eighth grade I decided to exercise and eat healthy to get rid of it. The only thing I accomplished was making it firm and round.
Now a nice ass may sound great for an attention whore, but that’s not me. I like being invisible and just going to class and not having people talk to me. Some people say I’m a stuck up prude and that I think I’m better than everyone. Well that’s not entirely true. I am a lot better than most people in my class, but it’s not like it throw it in their face or anything. Some people, especially jealous girls, would say I deserve everything I get. Others would argue I’m a masochist and that I get myself and my friend into these horrible situations.
So…this is the first story. Honestly In comparison to everything else that has happened to me, this is certainly the least embarrassing, which really isn’t saying much. So I’ll let you, the reader, be the judge of whether or not I actually deserve any of these horrible things that occur.
It was a Wednesday. I was wearing somewhat baggy jeans and a large T-shirt to appear as unattractive as possible. Well, it was never enough. I walked over to my locker and of course, Francis, the quarterback of our football team came over to talk to me.
“Miranda…was going on?” he asked, in a sly perverted tone.
I groaned and said, “Nothing Francis.”
“So…” he said, and I already knew what it was going to be, he continued to say, “What are you doing on Friday?”
“Nothing,” I replied.
“Okay so how about—”
“We’ve been over this Francis,” I said while closing my locker. “Every day you ask me on a date and I say no.”
“Come on Miranda,” Francis whined.
I’m not going to lie to you guys, a small part of me felt badly, even though I knew Francis only wanted to have sex with me. I mean, who didn’t right? I didn’t like being mean person, but I really didn’t like Francis. Not only was I not attracted to him, I just despised him as a person. However I will say I actually enjoyed the attention he gave. I know I sound like a little girl, but I did. I loved the fact that Francis wanted me and that I had all the power in this relationship. But…that comes back to bite me in the ass and you’ll see why.
So going back to the story I started walking about from Francis and he started to follow behind me.
“C’mon Miranda, one date; that’s all I’m asking for,” Francis plead.
I’m not even going to lie. I enjoyed his begging, all until this point. As I was walking away from Francis I bumped right into Bonnie and man was I in trouble.
I walked straight into the girl bully of my class. Bonnie Rotwilder was the school bully. She was a hormonal rampaging, sadistic bitch that loved to fight other girls after school for virtually anything. Unfortunately for me, I just walked right into her.
Bonnie was a really tall girl, about 5’11 from my guess. She was known to work out on a regular basis, and she was a gymnast, so she was much stronger than any girl other girl here at my school. She had long curly, dirty blonde hair and kept this evil scowl on her face at all times.
Before Bonnie could even say anything I shouted, “I’m sorry!”
Bonnie smirked at me and dusted herself off. She looked at Francis and then back at me. “Yeah…not as sorry as you’re going to be.”
“No wait, I didn’t mean—” I started to say, but Bonnie lifted her hand up and I immediately closed my mouth.
“After school…Meet me on the Football field.”
With that Bonnie walked away.
I looked at Francis and only saw a huge grin on his face. “Wow…you’re gonna get your ass kicked,” he snickered and jogged away.
I stood there, trying not to piss myself, because I was absolutely terrified. Bonnie had a reputation of fighting anyone for anything. Now here I was, a girl that has never fought anyone, about to fight a girl that fights on a regular basis. There was no way I was going to win. As I sat through each of my classes my heart rate only started to get higher and higher until the final bell rang.
I figured that if I ran out of class as fast as I could and just bolt down the 3 miles distance to my house, I’d be fine. I mean I’d have to do that until the end of the school year, but it was much better than getting my face pounded in. Or at least I thought it was going to be my face. Also I figured that I’d be getting a great deal of exercise. It was a win-win.
However, as I jumped out of my seat and opened the door to exit my class, Bonnie was standing there with two of her friends.
“You didn’t think I forgot did you?” Bonnie asked.
“Well I was kinda hoping…” I whispered.
“Let’s go.” Bonnie said.
I whimpered, “Bonnie…” Suddenly Bonnie’s two friends grabbed each of my arms and dragged me out onto the football field. “Are you guys going to jump me now?”
Bonnie’s friends throw me onto the ground. Bonnie then said, “No. They’re here to make sure you don’t run. Now get up.”
“Bonnie,” I whined. “Please…I don’t want to fight.”
Bonnie glared at me and said, “Get. Up.”
I stood up and crossed my legs. I started sniffling, because I was honestly about to cry. I’m not s fighter and I knew Bonnie was going to pound me into the ground. Suddenly I heard Francis’ voice.
“They’re here!” he shouted and about ten people rushed over to form a circle around me and Bonnie.
“Aww man…” I said. Suddenly, Bonnie slapped my face as hard as she could and I screamed a high pitched wail. “Ow!! Damn it!”
“Fight me.” Bonnie said.
“No.” I whispered.
“Fight me now!” Bonnie shouted.
The crowd started to shout, “Fight her!”
“I don’t want to fight!” I screamed.
Bonnie smirked and said, “Alright fine. But you’re going to be punished some other way.”
“Wait what?” I asked. Bonnie grabbed my shirt and pulled me towards her. Then she threw me on to the ground on to my belly. Then Bonnie pressed her left hand onto the small of my back. “Wait, Bonnie stop!” I screamed. I tried to get up, but Bonnie was way too strong. She grabbed the top of my underwear and yanked them up so hard up my butt I immediately started to cry.
Then Bonnie decided grab my panties with her left hand too, and started to pull the father into the crack of my ass. Now I’m sure I looked like a little baby crying, but tear were flowing down my face. “Bonnie! BONNIE!” As if I she took my crying her name out as a challenge pulled my panties even harder than before. I screamed and started to kick my legs.
“Yeah, I think that’s far enough.” Bonnie said. Bonnie released my panties, but before I could even move to dig them out. WHAP! Bonnie slapped my ass.
“Oh no,” I sniveled. “Bonnie…”
Bonnie wrapped her left arm around my waist and lifted me off the ground. “So many people freaking love this big ass of yours; we all know you like to tease all the guys with it.” Bonnie started rubbing the seat of my jeans. “Well now, it’s time for you get punished for teasing all the Teachers and students here.”
WHAP! Bonnie slapped my ass again. “Bonnie, please!” WHAP! “Stop it!” WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! “Bonnie it hurts!” WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! “Please! Bonnie, please!”
My begging didn’t help my situation at all. In fact it probably just made it worse. Bonnie was going to town on my ass. She left no inch of it unscathed. The pain was just now started to get unbearable. I was kicking my legs as hard as I could. I wriggling as much as I could, hoping somehow I would be able to escape her death grip. Except I struggled in vain because the more I struggled the harder Bonnie spanked me.
Bonnie finally stopped spanking me, after was felt like twenty minutes and said, “Yeah…I don’t think this spanking is getting through these jeans.”
My heart sank the moment she said that. “NO!” I screamed. “NO! NO! NO! NO!!” I buckled as hard as I could and finally Bonnie dropped me to the ground. I scrambled to get up. When I finally stood up Bonnie punched me right in the stomach and knocked the wind out of me.
I was crying uncontrollably at this point. I started to cough a little I barely was able to beg one more time. Bonnie slapped me twice and said, “Take your pants off.”
“No…” I gasped.
“Really,” Bonnie asked, “Seriously? Fine then.” Bonnie grabbed the seat of my already loose jeans and yanked them all the way down to the ground.
This was so surreal to me. Here I was. Out in the middle of the football field with my panties all the way up my huge ass, getting spanked by some girl I hardly knew, and now my pants are down to my ankles. My beautiful booty was out in the open for all to see. I died. I started sobbing uncontrollably. Unfortunately, my punishment wasn’t over yet.
Bonnie grabbed me by my hair and pulled me towards the ground again. She got down on one knee and threw me over it. Then the spanking continued. WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!
I was screaming at the top of m lungs. I was screaming so much that my throat started to get horse. Never in my entire life had I felt so much pain. What did I even do to deserve this? I worked out and ate right and my ass only got bigger. I was getting spanked in the center of a group of girls that hated me and guys that lusted after me, simply because I had a big ass.
I don’t know how long it had been, but Bonnie finally stopped. She pushed me off her leg and then grabbed my shirt. She looked me dead in the eyes and said, “Tomorrow… you’re going to bring that big ass of yours back here and I’m going to beat your ass again if you don’t fight me. Do you understand me?”
I was sobbing, in between my heavy breathing I managed to say, “I—don’t want to.”
“I guess you need a little more, right?”
“NOOOO!” I screamed.
Bonnie then grabbed the bottom of my shirt and lifted it over my head. She pulled my shirt right off me and slapped me in the fact with it.
She and her friends started laughing at me and Bonnie said one last time, “Tomorrow.”
I didn’t look up until I was sure everyone was gone. I heard Francis laughing his butt off about what happened to me. I’m not sure if there’s any video of what happened that day, I mean I’m pretty sure there are, but honestly I’d rather have that video on the internet…than the one that’s coming up next. Because Reader…this was only the beginning. From this point things got worse. So much…worse.
Anonymous wrote: Good story by Anonymous
Great begin of a good story
Nathaniel Keam wrote: Part 2 Please by Nathaniel Keam
I liked it. Shame we didn't get to find out the colour of your underwear though.
Anonymous wrote: Re: My name is Miranda by Anonymous
Good story, can't wait for the next part.
leom1133 wrote: excellent by leom1133
I'm hooked Miranda. Looking forward to more.
Alex wrote: Fight back? by Alex
Ok, Ok, maybe you shoulda just fought her, I mean, you coulda hotten raped for gods sakes.