Turning the Tables on Slap Ass Friday

That sound of the idiotic boys running through the middle school hallways screaming was just another reminder that it was Sara’s least favorite day of the week.

“Slap Ass Friday, bitches! Yeahhhhh!!!”

It was the same thing, every single week — and now that she was in 8th grade, she’d been living through it for almost two full years.

The whole thing went just like the name implied. When Friday came, the boys saw it as their mission — their duty, even — to smack as many girls on the rear end as they could.

Occupied with other matters, most of the teachers barely even noticed — and the ones who did never really seemed to care.

“Well, boys will be boys...”

But that’s not how it felt to Sara. She was getting sick of it — the boys’ entitled attitudes, the teachers’ laziness, and the fact that even the girls in her grade had given up on doing anything about. Maddeningly, some girls even took it as a compliment.

“Well, at least they think I look good...right?”

No one had to tell her she looked good. Everyone knew it, especially the boys — and that’s why she’d become one of their favorite targets.

Of course, every girl was potentially at risk of getting a slapped on the bottom, regardless of their appearance or body type. But Sara had been blessed — or cursed, depending on your perspective — with the slim waist, wide hips and curvy butt that left all of the guys wanting to pass her in a crowd on Fridays. There were mornings when it only took a few minutes for her to hear the comments while walking into school.

“Yo, who’s getting Sara today?!?!”

“That’s all me bro, don’t get in my way!”

“Nahhh you can’t handle her, she’s mine!”

“Don’t let him try again, last time he jizzed in his pants!”

It was all so stupid. Why couldn’t the boys just be respectful enough to keep their hands to themselves? What ever gave them the right to touch her body without permission?

She tried to raise the issue with her friends at lunch that day.

“Don’t you think we should just do something about it?”

“Ok...but what the heck are we gonna do? I told like three different teachers last month and you saw how far that got me.”

“Yeah, honestly it sucks but we only have a couple months left before summer, and they can’t do it in high school...so maybe we just have to live with it?”

She was about to keep arguing her case when a few of the Slap Ass Friday ringleaders overheard the conversation and plunked their own lunches down at the next table.

“Listen to these girls trying to kill our vibe! Hey stop being so uptight, just go with it!”

“Yep, Slap Ass is here to stay baby! Haha!”

They really couldn’t be ruder — and the fact that they took so much pride in harassing their classmates just made Sara hate them even more.

She realized that one of her friends, who hadn’t yet joined the conversation, perked up after she saw the look on Sara’s face.

“Hey, let me tell you what my cousin did at her school last week...they had the same problem and she said it actually worked!”

Sara wanted to hear her out, but pointed out that she didn’t want the boys sitting right by them to hear any sensitive information...

Her friend popped over to the other side of the table and whispered in Sara’s ear. It was certainly an interesting idea.

“Really? You know, it does seem kind of simple. But you’re sure it really makes them all stop?”

“I mean, after what she told me, it seems like it might be worth a try! But my cousin said it was all about timing...it has to be one of the lead guys — one that the other guys all follow. That’s the only way it can really work.”

Well, Sara thought, guess there’s only one way to find out...

She kept thinking about it after school, over the weekend, and throughout the following week. By the time next Friday rolled around, she was ready — or at least she hoped so.

The jeers from the boys came quickly that morning, as per usual.

“Sara! You know what day it is! Yeahhhhh!!!”

But unlike she’d done for months, today she didn’t shy away from the crowds in the hallways. She made it a point to flaunt what the boys all loved about her — short shorts and all.

And of course, they noticed.

Sara was walking to homeroom when she felt the first smack of the day. Thinking back to her planning, she quickly spun around to see who’d been responsible.

It was just Joey, one of the losers — not popular, didn’t play any sports, etc — who didn’t carry any sway around the school. That meant he’d be so excited about finally getting his hand on her ass that he’d probably end up jerking off in the bathroom in five minutes...but she didn’t want to bother with him.

She thought back to her friend’s comment: it’s all about timing. So she just kept walking.

The next one came a couple periods later, as she was walking to math class. Just as she turned the corner, she heard the footsteps, the muffled laughter, and then felt another one of the slaps that always made her blood boil.

Again, she spun around to survey the scene. It was Mike from the soccer team. He definitely had some influence these days, and had even dated a couple of her friends...but still, she didn’t really think of him as one of the alpha dogs. Better to just let it go for now. Need to wait for the perfect time...

As the day went on, she kept waiting for other opportunities — but surprisingly, they weren’t materializing. She’d been so casual about the first two slaps of the day — departing from her usual reactions, which had generally included shouting at the boys and telling them off — that it seemed like some of the ringleaders weren’t as excited about trying to get under her skin.

Sara realized she had to spice things up — she wanted to find the right opportunity today.

After lunch, she grabbed her bag and went to the girl’s locker room, where she changed into her gym clothes — including the leggings that made her butt look that much bigger and enticing.

That should do the trick, she thought.

She sauntered out of the locker room and took a slow walk throughout the school — making sure to stop by various groups of boys, including the popular ones who always drew the biggest crowds.

After a few laps around the hallways, she finally heard a voice she recognized immediately.

“Now there’s my favorite ass in town! You forget what day it is Sara?”

It was Ethan — a classic rich kid, the starting point guard on the basketball team, and one of those leaders of the pack that all the other, less popular boys tried to impress.

Again, she flashed back to her friend’s tip: it’s all about timing. And in this case, the timing was right on the money.

It wasn’t the first time she’d caught Ethan’s eye — and she knew what made him tick.

“Oh god...Ethan, if you even try it, I’m gonna scream!”

He’d always loved getting that kind of reaction from her — and clearly that hadn’t changed. Her outfit and slow walk past him — even innocently brushing her arm against his — made it even more impossible for him to resist.

“Well if you wanna scream, baby, let’s make it good...”

He wound up and gave her one of the hardest slaps her ass had ever felt.

“Hell yeah! Can’t get better than that ass!”

But this time, she never actually screamed in response. Instead, she stopped next to him and smiled, drawing him in closer.

“Glad you like it baby! Mmm you’re so strong too. Why don’t you walk with me for a bit and show me those muscles of yours...”

He certainly wasn’t going to say no to that. She took him by the hand and walked him out toward the center of the hallway — in the middle of dozens of classmates, some of whom were already laughing and high-fiving Ethan after seeing his latest slap.

Perfect timing.

She stopped, squeezed his hand a little tighter and whispered in his ear:

“I heard that the best way to shut down Slap Ass Friday is to kick one of the toughest boys in school in the nuts...so let’s see how tough you really are, sweetie.”

He did a double take.

“Wait, what?”

By then, Sara had already moved back a bit and given herself plenty of room to work with — and of course, he was so clueless that he’d left himself wide open.

She stepped up and kicked him as hard she could — square in the balls. Again, perfect timing.

His cocky grin disappeared. Every other boy in the hallway turned on a dime and stared, stunned, their jaws dropping one by one. Ethan doubled over and dropped to his knees.

“Unghhhhhhhhh...”

All according to plan. She leaned over him daintily and raised her voice so that everyone in the hallway could hear.

“Awwwww sweetie, I thought you were so tough! You have so much fun smacking our butts every week, so I just figured it would be soooo funny to give you a nice smack too!”

“Ooooohhh...fuck...why can’t you just...unghhh...take a fuckin compliment on your big fuckin ass...oooohhhh...”

“Oh, I love all your compliments on my big butt! But I mean, it’s not like I ever just fall over in pain like you just did? Maybe your balls just aren’t big and strong enough to handle a little girl like me?”

That last line made the boys’ jaws drop even further, and even got some of the girls in the hallway stopping to stifle giggles and whisper to friends. No one had ever seen Ethan — a star athlete — beaten at his own game and embarrassed like this. It changed everything.

Sara tapped him playfully on the forehead and turned to address the gathering crowd.

“Hey boys, it looks like Ethan just found out about the new Slap Ass Friday around here! The one where every girl who gets one also gets to see if the boy who slapped her is tough enough to take a smack of his own! So who wants to step up and take their shot, hmmm?”

The hallway was silent as the boys all just kept staring, slack-jawed, struggling to believe what they were seeing.

That was until one of them — Darren, Ethan’s basketball teammate and another one of the popular kids — barged over and got in her face, shouting:

“Listen, you little bitch, you’re not gonna stop us from having fun, so why don’t you just apologize before you make things worse for yourself!”

But Darren had been so flustered, and so intent on scaring Sara into submission, that he didn’t realize how wide open he’d left his own weak spot.

“Ok boys, I guess Darren’s gonna be the next manly man to test his strength against the girls of Slap Ass Friday!”

She cocked back and kicked even harder than she’d nailed Ethan.

“Oooof...”

It knocked the wind out of him and dropped him in seconds. He ended up on his knees right next to Ethan, as the both groaned and covered their faces from the embarrassment of looking so weak in front of all the other boys.

“Awwwww, oh no! That’s two boys who fell already and we just got started! Girls, I think we might need to just try them all to see who’s got the biggest, toughest balls, right?”

And that’s when it happened.

The girls throughout the hallway erupted in cheers and laughter, all pointing and staring at the two once-proud jocks. The boys all turned and ran.

Sara just stood there for a minute to take it all in.

It was anyone’s guess as to whether it would end Slap Ass Friday forever at their school. But what she did know was that she’d never have to worry about being targeted on a Friday ever again. And at that age, it felt good to take just a bit of power back.