Yulia

Юля has come to our school in 11 class. It differed from all us confidence and any forwardness. The daughter of rich parents, it had all in this life. Little girls with envy looked at its belongings brought from abroad by the father by the diplomat. It has intruded on our territory and has started to conduct the game. Our boys have vividly reacted to occurrence of the newcomer. In the first put it has managed to dement their smooth rocking бёдер and display of the advantages through a frank decollete. Teachers could not tell words, the impudence which is stuck out from it, did not give me rest. In some days Юля itself has approached to me after lessons. In a class nobody was, all have gone home. "Greetings" - has simply told Юля. I was silent and aspired to leave. Not here that was, Юля has put the leg on a school desk and has barred my way. There was a summer, and I have paid attention to its accuracy пальчиков, looked out of under lungs years туфелек. « You will not go anywhere » - in what that to the weakened manner that has made a purring sound. I have tried to turn and go to other party, but easy movement the second leg has appeared at a level of my breast. Without thinking twice I have brought a fist in a stomach of this stinker. Impact has had just by the way, there was that this area at it soft enough. Юля рассверипела. Its legs were twisted around of my body, and its hands have seized me by hair. I have become puzzled and have started to go down slowly downwards. I felt a pain and nothing could make. The opponent was much stronger than me, I have felt the lamb. Feeling the superiority, Юля has decided to release me if I shall beg for mercy. I have agreed. That has imperously declared: « Светик you should rise before me on knees, kiss my tummy and to recognize yourself as my slave ». Understanding, that any more I do not wish to suffer a pain, I have accepted humiliation and have made all how it asked. For the first time in a life I have tested, that such humiliation. Юля stood over me as queen, and looked at me from top to down as though wished to crush. After that case I began to hate secretly it, and Юля searched a right moment to feel madam over me. We often had to spend time together. Gradually my hatred began to pass. And here once I have appeared at home at my "mistress". It was the smart cottage which has been fenced off from other world by a huge stone wall. Parents of the house have not appeared also we have sat down on a magnificent sofa to look film from far America. Юля has turned over on a tummy and разлеглась, thus to me were well visible its well-groomed a foot. I was lost in contemplation of them. Having seen it, it has asked: « you Wish them to kiss? » . In me some desires struggled at once, I have suddenly recollected the humiliation and … have started to be declined before the madam. Юля has stopped me and has thrown: « You will kiss them only on my command the slave! ». I was captured with a shiver. I wished to kiss these imperous пальчики and delightful a foot and at the same time at me thirst of revenge has woken up. Shivering from the gushed excitation I often breathed …

Another version

Dear Frey,

I really admire the hard work you put in to write a tickle story for us in a foreign language! It's pretty challenging to read and I felt like trying an experiment to see if I could "translate" it into more standard, colloquial English. A couple parts were almost impossible to understand (like the part about summer) and I left those out. And, of course, there were some Russian words. But I think I captured most of your meaning. Please tell me how I did. One thing that will help you immediately is that English does not use "it" for people; use "she" (nominative case) or "her" (all other cases) instead. I hope I did some justice to the fine beginning of your story.

dig dug dog



Yulia

Yulia came to our school in 11th grade. She was different than the rest of us in her confidence and boldness. The daughter of rich parents, she had everything life could offer. Young girls looked on with envy at all the great stuff brought from abroad by her father the diplomat.

One day Yulia intruded on our turf at school and started to take part in one of our games. The boys had a strong reaction to the appearance of this newcomer. With her first moves she managed to completely disrupt the game as she showed off her "assets" by way of a low-cut top. The teachers couldn't say a thing; the gutsiness she showed has stayed with me ever since.

One day Yulia came up to me after school when I was alone in a classroom; everybody had gone home already. "Hey there," Yulia said simply. I stayed quiet and wanted to leave. But I couldn't; Yulia had put her leg up on a desk and blocked my way.

"You won't be going anywhere," she said in a low voice that sounded like purring. I tried to turn and go in the other direction, but with an easy movement her second leg suddenly appeared at the level of my chest. Without thinking twice I brought my fist toward the stomach of this little punk. But the impact had hardly any effect because it was too soft. Yulia quickly retaliated. Her legs twisted around my body, and she seized me by the hair. I got very turned around and started to fall down slowly. Then I felt a sharp pain and could do nothing. My opponent was much stronger than me. I felt like a helpless lamb.

Sensing her superiority, Yulia decided to release me if I would beg for mercy. I agreed. Then arrogantly she announced, "You must get up on your knees, kiss my tummy and be my slave." Not wanting to experience any more pain, I accepted the humiliation and did everthing she asked. I have never felt such embarrassment. Yulia stood over me like a queen, and looked down at me from above as though she wanted to crush me.

After that, I secretly began to hate her, and Yulia searched for the right moments to dominate me. We ended up spending a lot of time together. Gradually my hatred began to pass. Once I showed up at the home of my "mistress." It was a fancy cottage which had been fenced off from the outside world by a huge stone wall. Since her parents were not around we sat down on a large sofa to watch an American film. Yulia turned over onto her stomach and stretched out, so I could easily see her nice-looking feet. I lost myself staring at them.

Noticing my attention she asked, "Would you like to kiss them?" I felt very conflicted, remembering my previous humiliation...but I started to lean over toward my mistress. Yulia stopped me and said loudly, "You will kiss them only on my command, slave!" I shivered. I wanted to kiss those domineering, delightful little feet, but at the same time I thirsted for revenge. Shaking with excitement, I was breathing hard….

Frey, man, you really need to learn the language)) Язык выучи))

Я думаю всё и так понятно

frey007 said:

Я думаю всё и так понятно

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Hey Frey,

No response to my "translation"? That took me a couple of hours to do!

ddd

The "original" looks like a story written in Russian and run through Google Translate or something similar. That even explains the neutral pronouns: the program did not know the word "Юля", and assumed it was an inanimate object.

frey007, if you wish to post stories but don't wish to learn English first, I suggest you post them in Russian, so at least the Russian-speaking members among us can read them, and the others don't waste their time slogging through the semi-translated robot grammar.

machine translation:
human translation:
See the difference? Есть разница?

Text translation very pleased me!