You look in astonishment as Marisa comes closer, palm raised and cocky smirk on her face and your pulse starts racing. Does she really think she can just..
The next moment she is in close and her palm hits you across your cheek, hard. Though you saw it coming you can't believe what is happening to you and are hit totally by surprise. *Slap*. "Ahh..". Your head is turned around to the side by the force of the slap. You turn it back towards your cousin trying to orient yourself and finding the right words to say to her, but seeing her confident smirk just empties your mind completely.
"Come here, young man!" she commands sternly. You stumble backwards clumsily but she follows you easily and delivers a punishing backhand slap that drives the first tears into your eyes and has you wimper. *Slap* "Aaah..". "What was that? You got something to say, Patty-boy??" You suddenly realize with anger and desperation that there is no way out of this situation that is going to save your face. Your arrogant athlete cousin has put you in a lose-lose situation and now she was going to walk all over you. *Slap slap*. The next two smacks come in rapid succession as a forehand backhand combination accompagnied by some words that make your cheeks red from embarassment. "No running away for you, Patty boy. When I'm done with you we are both going to remember our place around here, aren't we, young man?? Hmmm?!!" *Slap*
"Ahh... I'm sorry Marisa.." you blurt out after a sob as her next slap hits your face. "What was that??" You look up to see her standing there with her confident smirk, one hand raised and the other one on her hip, and the sight makes you shake with frustration at how easily she was able to dominate you into utter submission. "Sorry doesn't cut it, mister!" she declares arrogantly. "We both know you are going to kiss my butt. Just look at me. And then look at you, wimp! How else do you think this is going to end? Do you think you have a choice in this? Hmm???!"
You feel almost unbearable humiliation at the way she talks to you, turning this into a mock conversation in which she is even expecting you to answer her. But unable to answer or only look her in the eyes you're left with no other options than to just stand there, shaking in shame and frutration, as your cousin is milking the situation with further commentary.
"Not such a tough man now, are we, Patty, hm??" *Slap*. "And this is what you get for giving me the tough man act. You could just have thanked me for the honor of sleeping on my floor and accepted your rightfull place as my butt-kisser. You need to learn who's in charge around here. And I'm going to make sure you will not forget this lesson." As if you were a rag dol she grabs you by the collar of your shirt and pushes you with your back against the wall before bringing her face close to yours. "So if you're trying to act like you're a tough guy, I'm going to show you just how much of a wimp you are. And you are goint to take it and think really well about what happens if you get out of line, because that's what little wimps do. Is that understood, young man??" Too intimidated to talk back you just grimace and nod your head, accepting your cousins humiliating dictate without a word.
There is a short period of silence before Marisa acknowledges your admission of defeat with an arrogant chuckle. Then all of a sudden she starts slapping your face left and right in quick succession and without a break sending you into a daze of stings on your cheeks, confusion, and humiliation. "And this is how you're being put in your place when you think you're a tough guy." she comments. In a helpless reflex you're raising your arms in order to try blocking her slaps. "Uh uh uh, hands down, now! Or do we want a kick in the balls? Hm??" You immediately drop your hands again, obediently giving Marisa access to your unprotected face. As you do so Marisa let's out a short outburst of laughter, just as if she can't belief that you're still not pushing back against her. Your head is thrown from left to right and you've started to wimper uncontrollably, knees wobbly and only held upright by Marisa's firm grip on the collar of your shirt.
"Hhhahaha...Haha... Yes... that's a good little wimp... hahahaha... Just remember how that feels next time you think about running your mouth again." After what seems like an eternity, the stream of slaps and denegrations finally comes to an end. Marisa steps back a bit still holding you upright with her hand for a moment as you stand there with trembling knees, clearly intent to make a symbolic gesture out of letting go of you. Then finally she opens your hand and lets you fall to your knees in front of her, trembling, intimidated, cheeks red from the beating and tears of humiliation in your eyes.
Knowing full well that you are going to take a long time to deal with just how easily she dominated you physically and slapped you like a stupid child she stands right in front of you both hands dominantly placed on her hips. "How does it feel to be slapped senseless by a girl? Hmm, wimp??"
You just sob quietly, too intimidated to to speak to the girl that just slapped you senseless. Turning around slowly Marisa grabs you by the hair, raises your head and slowly places her ass right in front of your face. The ass that you refused to kiss, and that was the reason for this beating. "I hope we have learned a lesson here." "Yes.. Marisa.." is all you manage to mumble, all the words slapped out of your mind.
You lean in a bit, ready to accept the final act in this degrading ordeal, but Marisa's tight grip on your hair holds you back. "Look up at me. Look me in the eyes while you do it. I want every aspectof this to deeply sink in, butt-kisser." You look up to see Marisa's firm, curvy body tower over you, her beautiful face framed by her firy head of red hair still wearing her confident smirk, conveying arrogant, condescending satisfaction as she is staring you down.
"Now thank me, wimp. And better make me belief you've learned your lesson." Slowly you lean in ready to plant the first kiss on Marisa's ass while looking up in her eyes, determined to do whatever it takes to not upset your cousin again.
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