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The following story is fiction about a diminutive cheerleader who paddles the powerful linebacker bully.  The story contains a scene of paddling.  If this subject is offensive, uninteresting or if you are a minor (i.e., child) please leave now.  I was inspired to write this story by the drawing by Red Rump on his blog at for 3 April 2015 entitled The Cheerleader and the Linebacker.  He has kindly given permission to reproduce it here.   Click to open the image off-site.

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The Cheerleader and the Linebacker


Cheerleading practice had gone great this day.  The new members had proven they knew the cheers.  Captain Ginger had only to swing Ms. Motivator, as the paddle was affectionately known, a couple of times and that was somewhat of a formality.  She was now heading back to gym to return the paddle to the coaches' office.  Since it was late, she decided to take a short cut through the boys' locker room.  She had done it before and learnt that there were two kinds of boys.  Those that cowered because a girl might see their little dickies and those who proudly tried to entice her to be interested in their 'big' ones.  Both amused her.

As she strode through the locker room she heard something disturbing.  There were faint cries of "I don't want your cock." and "I'm NOT a fag."  Ginger decided to investigate.  In a far corner of the room she found the source.  A cowering freshman was being bullied by the varsity linebacker, Barnsdale.

"I've seen you staring at my cock.  You know you want it.  Now get down and suck, fag."  Barnsdale bent over was pushing the terrified boy down.  She understood why he was terrified for Barnsdale was huge – almost ​seven feet​ (​two meters​) tall – a strong powerful athlete – while the freshie was one of the shortest kids in the school not having started his growth spurt.  She knew that she must act for there wasn't time to try find a teacher, especially one who would stand up to the star and captain of the idolized team.

Ginger rushed forward and swung the paddle as hard as she could at the bully's big butt.  The room resounded with the CRACK of the paddle.  The bully gave a howl and she repeated the action.  He turned and, like he had with the freshman, towered over her.  But, unlike him, she knew how to handle the bully.  She grabbed his ear tightly and twisted.  Lowering her hand she forced him to bend over again just as his mother had making feel like a little boy again.

"Yowl.  Let go!  Please let go!" he yelled in pain.  The pain on the playing field he could handle but not the pain from the hand of a small young lady.© YLeeCoyote

She did not release him but swung Ms. Motivator again and again causing him to repeatedly howl in pain.  Her pops were surely not as hard as the pops from the coach but physiologically they were far more devastating and seemed to hurt far more.

"Stop!" he whined.  But she continued to paddle his bare butt.  She delivered a good dozen before her anger had assuaged enough to stop.  Ginger re-grabbed his ear and forcefully dragged him, still half naked so that his hot red rump and privates were on full display, through the halls, which were starting to get busy, to the principal's office to report his outrageous behavior.

«It does not matter how big they get, they're just little boys inside.» she thought as she lead the head taller and double her weight footballer to face the music.  She appreciated the signs of approval from other students and realized that by lunch time images of the bully's red rump and more would be on every students' phone.

The End

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