The Cruel Girl

Cruel schoolgirls. Never thought of them. Until Alexandra mentioned the stereotype to me. Odd that I’d missed the image of a pretty but shallow young woman.

Funnily enough a girl once tried to humiliate me in high school.

You could say I was a nerd in school, not that I’m sure the word even existed then. Another take is that I was too famously odd to conform to the bespectacled boys who languish at the wrong side of the lunchroom.

Nell was the prettiest girl in the school. By status if not by objective pulchritude.

On the bus home the physics book I was reading absorbed my mind.

Nell walked up and asked:

“Can I sit up in your lap?”

I looked up, told her no and returned to my reading.

There’s no greater testimony to how detached I was from people that it would be some time until it hit me that she’d tried to humiliate me. I just took it for the typically aberrant behavior of the human race. Perhaps she’d been egged on by the football players she normally sat with.

A while back remembering this I let her humiliate me in fantasy. Not on the school bus. Far more vicious, too much so for me to retail it here.

But - sorry Femdom fans - in using her I felt like I still had the last laugh.

It wasn’t as if she were Alexandra.