Billy was down.  He had gone to the high school mixer dance at the museum hoping that this time would be different.  Perhaps he would meet a girl who could accept his ‘disabling’ condition that he was, simply put, a shrimp not even ​five foot​ (​152 cm​) tall.  He had dressed up in his suit hoping that it would make him look more like his almost eighteen years.  Alas, it did not help.  At the dance, girl after girl that he looked at giggled when she saw him.  Even the youngest thirteen-year-olds seemed to tower at least a half foot above him.© Y Lee Coyote

After a couple of hours he had more than enough rejections and ridicule so he left.  There were lots of seats on the subway and as he rode home he tried to think more happy thoughts and of jerking off to favorite images in his computer once he was home.  Although he was a ​4′8″​ (​142 cm​) shrimp his libido was as fully developed as those ​6′10″​ (​208 cm​) guys on the basketball team.

Then the sexiest goddess got on at the next station.  She was truly a giantess – close to ​seven feet​ (​213 cm​) tall – who had to duck to get through the doorway.  She sat down next to him.  He popped an erection like he did when he was just twelve in less than a second.  He could not take his eyes off her and even overheard her phone conversation which indicated that she was a high school junior.  Surely the perfect age for him but with her head in the clouds (literarily) she wouldn’t even see him.

She was the most exciting girl he had seen all evening with her tight top over her more than ample breasts, cool leather skirt, knee-high shinny black leather boots and with some delightful scent.  She had even glanced at him a few times but never laughed.  He even felt she had smiled.  A guy might dream, he thought.

Then, without warning it happened.  It was such ecstacy as she gave him a broad smile that he spontaneously ejaculated to his great shame.

Alas, it was horribly embarrassing and worse for the wet spot was spreading where all could see.  He tried to hide it but that would not make it go away.  If only he had something to cover his lap with until he could get home.

He sat there in terror until his station when he jumped up and stood close to the door afraid to look back in his shame.  When the door opened he bolted like a scared jackrabbit.  He failed to see that She followed him.

Just a few steps later he felt Her hand on his shoulder.  “It’s OK, boy.  It happens to a lot of guys.  I’m not offended at all but take it as a compliment.” she said.

Not surprisingly, he was flummoxed.  He tried to speak but only could stammer.

She did not have any such troubles.  “We can stop at my place and get you cleaned up before you go home.  It’s just a block away.  I’m Valerie.  Did you go to the mixer at the museum tonight?  Unfortunately, I had to go to a family affair.”

“Er, er, yeah.  That would be great Valerie.  I’m Billy.  The mixer was awful – for me – as they all were laughing at me.  There were a few guys that were even taller than you there so you might have liked it.”

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She took his jacket and put it on the back of a chair.  “OK, now give me your pants and I’ll clean them.”  He hesitated for the obvious reasons.  “No need to be shy, Billy.  I’ve seen my brothers naked since forever and I’m sure you aren’t any different.” she said bending over and opening his pants and pushing them down.

He blushed.  But she told him to kick off his shoes and step out of his pants.  He definitely was intimidated by her size and aggressiveness  and obeyed.  Valerie went into the bathroom and did some clean up returning after a few minutes.  “They’re hanging on the shower rod to dry.”

“Thanks, Valerie.  My mom would make nasty remarks about me messing.” he said.

“I better rinse out your briefs too then.  They are even messier.” she said lifting him up and pulling them off so quickly that he could not object before the fact.  She quickly returned to find him sitting with his hands over his crotch.

She got him a soda and they sat next to each other.  Once again he was helplessly aroused by her looks (which he realized) and her pheromones (which he didn’t).  Soon she got the conversation to his behavior on the subway.  “That was a very naughty thing you did on the subway.  My mom spanked my brothers for just coming close to doing that disrespectful thing.  I think you deserve no less.”

“What!  You can’t do that.  I’m almost eighteen and to old to be spanked.” he blurted out.

“Ah ha!  You are certainly NOT too old to be spanked and yes, I can spank you.  And I will.  NOW!” she retorted with a smile.  “But first I’ll remove your nicely pressed shirt so it won’t get messed up.”  He tried to stop her both with words and physically.  Neither did anything for she laughed at his words and held his wrists together with one hand while the other undid his shirt and tie.  In short order he was starkers except for his socks.  She laughed at his trying to hide his junk with his hands.

“Tra-la!  Tra-la!  Tra-la!  Now it’s time for your spanking Little One since you are properly naked.”  She easily pulled him over her lap as he cringed at those hated words.

“NO!  STOP!” he yelled but to no avail as she easily held him in place and started spanking his bare little rump.

She was a highly experienced spanker of boys.  Her single mother had not only taught her how to spank but she had often spanked her older bothers when they deserved it.  This night Billy was the helpless little boy feeling her wrath.

Over and over her large hand connected with his small botty turning it bright crimson and leaving hand print on top of hand print.  It was a long, hard and thorough spanking that left him with a very sore tail and a teary face from his crying.  He felt like a naughty little boy who been spanked by his babysitter or mom.  That was very different from a few hours before when he felt like a young stud and went pussy hunting.

When she stood him up, they hugged so that his face was in her bosom.  It was a wonderful feeling such as he would have had on a real date with a girl of his age and the first since starting puberty.  He was confused by the situation for his bottom was painfully red hot.

Valerie dressed Billy and took him home holding his hand.  She thought of it as if he was really a little kid although he thought of it as holding hands on a date.

Billy thought of Valerie frequently but always with a conflict between lust and horror.