The Man Who Picked Me Up

Cold and wet, that's what I was when he picked me up hitchhiking back from a frat party. He told me that hitchhiking was a way for a girl to get r**ed. I answered him immediately, 'so r**e me'. He said I didn't know what I was talking about, I said 'r**e me and then you will know, just r**e me and get over with, then take me home'.

He took me home, he saw to it that I undressed and took a hot shower and came out in warm clean clothes. He said he wasn't going to r**e me, that was way too easy. He was going to break me.

I got a list of duties and if I didn't fulfill my duties he would take me over his knee and swat my ass with a ping pong paddle. I had to dress real nice, like girls in magazines. I had to go to church, and I had to finish school. I had to cook for him and I had to clean up. I had to talk nice. I had to be sweet. He demanded affections. If I failed, he took the ping pong paddle and swatted my naked ass.

I got one swatting, just one and I never wanted one again. I did what I was told, completed school, was affectionate to him. When my time came, I was to prove to him that I was woman enough for him. I did not want another swatting with the ping pong paddle. Which, by the way, was always on the coffee table in plain sight.

One night, it wasn't too late, I got down on my hands and knees and crawled to him and asked him if I was ready to be a woman for him. He looked at me and asked me 'are you ready?' I said yes of course. It was terrible in my mind, what was going to happen to me. But I could no longer deny him. I took it like a woman until he was totally satisfied.

I don't hitch hike or do anything like that. I am sensible and keep a good house. I do what is my duty. If I am good enough, then he will let me... Then I will be a woman, a real woman. But I have to be good enough.