Training My Redneck To Do What I Want

Following my father's death we moved back to Alabama to be near my grandparents. Growing up in SOCAL I wasn't used to r******s, male or female. My grandmother decided I needed some intense training in the art of femineity, woman's work, how to catch a man. I was fifteen and resisted but my mother agreed with her mother and I had to learn how to dress, sit, cook, bake, sew, makeup, hair. From tomboy to priss.

My tomboy nature was right below the surface, and a Bubba tried to grab my ass, I turned and got my knee right up in his balls. He went down in front of his friends and some other girls. It felt good, the asshole needed to be put in his place. My grandma told me I had gotten uppity and one day a good ol' boy was going to put me in my place. "You'll suck his dick and spread your knees, mark my words".

I had never heard grandma talk like that, it scared me. I knew she was right, but I didn't have to wait patiently to be broken in by a man. I was full on athletic, aggressive, assertive, not demure and weak. I went to 'Bama, kissed the girls and made them cry. I made it clear, no guy would ever grab my ass. Much less put me in my place.

At a football game, in the stands with three other 'girls', a guy told me to settle down, and shut up. I 'sassed' him back, he slapped my face. I threw a punch, he caught my wrist, bent me down to the ground and made me cry uncle. I called him an asshole and he caught my throat. Being muscled like that made me angry, and made him more determined. My girlfriends told me to let it go, or I'd end up getting my ass spanked. My first encounter with a hard nosed redneck and I had lost.

We ran into him a couple of weeks later. He asked me if I had had enough. I told him not likely but otherwise kept my mouth shut. I let him escort me around, dance with me, order, and basically be the man. When he asked me to leave with him, I said ok. He took me to his 'place' and undressed me, he liked what he saw and I let him get started, at the moment when he was going for gold I grabbed his nuts. I found myself on the floor with a busted lip and a black eye, and he took his belt and squared off in front of me. I gave up and let him fuck me.

I never got the strap across my ass, I cooked and baked, and behaved like grandma showed me. It isn't really who I am, but there is no other way to boss him around. He thinks he has control, he can't even feel the reins that control him. And when its time to be a tomboy he likes it, till he puts me on my back and puts me in my place.