Epilogue
It was not until months later, however, that Suzanne met the man that would truly punish her little, ripe ass.
She met him without introduction, and she never did know his name, but he changed everything in her life for her, for he was the man that broke the pathological belief she had that she could control men's actions.
She was coming home from school one day and he was waiting in the bushes. He grabbed her and threw her to the floor, ripping her little skirt and panties off.
Suzanne smiled as he pushed her on her stomach, for she began to concentrate on a good spanking, but instead, to her shock and dismay, she got a big, hard cock up her ass.
The rapist ripped into Suzanne's little shit chute until it was all sore and bleeding, and then he came, zipped up and was gone.
The pain in her ass took weeks to cease, but the wound to her ridiculous belief that she was the one making her spank her could never heal.
She was finally forced to admit to herself that her ass was simply at the disposal of the men in her life, whether she wanted it to be or not. They were the ones in control, not her.