Tessa has a tantrum  
by Bumsquashed
Tessa loses her temper when her Dad interrupts her television

Tessa had finished her homework and was laid out on the sofa 
watching the big men in leotards of the WWF bouncing around the 
ring. She knew a lot of it was fake, but she rather fancied some of 
the wrestlers and was also really turned on by the idea of physical 
contact and combat. 

The sound was so loud that she didn't even notice that her dad had 
come into the room and was engrossed in his own quarterly chore of 
hopelessly trying to understand his bank statements. She didn't 
notice him that is until he picked up the remote control and 
switched the television off. 

'Hey! I was watching that.'
'Do you have to have such a noisy programme on when I'm trying to 
do my accounts Tessa? Can't you go off and play or finish your 
homework?' 
'I'm fourteen Dad. I don't go off and play anymore. And I have 
finished my homework.'
Tessa picked up the remote control and switched the television back 
on again. 
'Tessa, switch that off.' 
'No!'
'Give me that remote control now.'
'No.'
'If you don't give me that remote control I'll make you pay for it 
you know.'
'How? Are you going to hit me?'
'I might just do that, now turn that television off.'

And he bent down and switched the power off at the mains plug.  
Tessa fumed and leapt from the sofa and charged her way across the 
room to switch it back on, but her dad stood in her way and 
attempted to wrap his arms around her to pull her back. Tessa had 
expected as much and she wrapped her own arms round his torso 
intending to use her forward momentum to take him off balance. It 
was a wild attack borne out of fury rather than any hope of success 
but her sturdy body travelling at full tilt was a powerful force. 
Her dad had expected to just bull his little girl out of the way, 
but he had obviously forgotten how big his little girl was 
nowadays. Although Bob Reid stood 5'8 and weighed 160lb against his 
daughter 's 5'3 and 105lb he was standing still and she was moving. 
Bob was knocked off balance as his daughter piled into him and lost 
his grip on her. Tessa not only retained perfect balance but with 
the bear hug she actually lifted him a couple of inches into the 
air as she drove him back. Flushed with the excitement of the 
moment she bent at the waist  and slammed his body sideways over 
her  hip, landing side on to him. She swiftly pulled him onto his 
face and climbed on his back, yanking one of his arms up behind his 
back, and spreading her legs out as wide as she could to stop him 
turning her over. 

Both were stunned at how this had turned out. Tessa was a well 
built teenager and Bob was some way past his peak fitness but 
neither of them would have believed that the young girl would be 
able to throw her own father to the floor and then mount and pin 
him by strength speed and balance. 
 
Bob struggled to roll his daughter off his back, but she was both 
fit and flexible and whichever way he tried to shift her she 
rearranged her weight to hold him in place. Bob twisted and turned 
and wriggled,  and he shouted curses and threats but Tessa was too 
damn fired up and more importantly too damn scared to let him go 
anywhere. Each time he tried to roll to the right she yanked his 
arm to stop him, and each time he tried to roll to the left she 
spread her strong young legs out on the floor to thwart his 
efforts.  

Tessa was amazed that she was able to not only hold his bigger arm 
behind his back but also to wrench it into positions that were 
obviously hurting her dad a lot. Even more stunning, she was able 
to keep his bigger bulk pinned beneath her just by keeping her body 
firmly pressed against his back and by spreading herself as wide as 
she could.  She was  realising that she was strong enough to 
compete with her dad, maybe she was strong enough to actually beat 
him. 

Bob was stunned to find himself beneath his daughter. He had 
noticed her grow from a childish figure to a well built young 
woman, but she was still his 14 year old daughter and it had not 
dawned on him that she might have also have developed strength and 
power as she grew. Little girls didn't do this sort of thing. But 
she certainly didn't feel like a little girl from his position,  
staring at the carpet and struggling to try and free his severely 
aching arm and roll Tessa from his back. She felt worryingly 
strong, but she also felt excitingly woman. Goddamn it this was his 
daughter on his back. 

Finally Bob realised that rolling was useless and the only way up 
would be to get to his knees then stand up. Tessa had him so under 
control that she felt him move his weight and guessed what he was 
about to do. She quickly slid her body round so that she was lying 
directly on his back with her legs either side of his. As Bob slid 
his knees forward and slowly raised his belly off the ground she 
wrapped her own legs round his and viciously pulled them apart and 
back, her weight on his back sending him crashing back down again. 
Bob shouted threats again but Tessa remained silent, in total 
concentration. This wasn't just a wild tantrum any more, this was a 
proper test of strength, or at least of fighting ability, and she 
was beating her dad up. Awesome. She was sure that her legs felt 
harder and more muscular than his did and she was now fully engaged 
in combat with another grown human. This was better than watching 
wrestling on television. As Bob tried again and again to raise 
himself off the floor, his pretty young daughter pulled his legs 
from under him and sent him crashing back down again. Each time it 
seemed to Bob to grow more difficult and to Tessa to become 
easier. He also was becoming only too aware that her legs were 
stronger than his and could feel the bulge of her hard thighs 
against his weak attempts to stop her. 

Tessa knew she was fitter than her dad, and she sensed that her 
best tactic would be to wear him down. Feeling how feeble Bob's 
eighth attempt to get to his knees had been, Tessa decided to step 
things up a bit. This time when she wrapped her legs round his and 
pulled them from under him she didn't just push her weight on him 
and spread her legs out to the side. This time she maintained the 
hold. Her lithe young limbs were locked around his flabby legs and 
he didn't seem able to stop her. Tessa drew a breath and then 
powered her legs apart, trying to apply a grapevine. Her legs 
bulged as she struggled to prise her dad's legs apart and Bob 
grimaced as he struggled to keep them together. For a good second 
they were evenly matched but then unquestionably Tessa was proving 
the stronger. Bob's face turned purple as he realised that 
however hard he squeezed he was completely incapable of stopping 
his little girl from forcing his legs wide apart, wider than they 
could comfortably stretch. He swore, he threatened, he abused his 
daughter, but she was in another world, astounded at the strength 
in her legs and the ease with which she was not just matching her 
dad but was beginning to dominate him. She eased up on her legs to 
let him try to pull back against her and just to experience the 
glorious adrenalin rush of her big flexed muscles. Her dad was 
truly finding it difficult to summon any strength at all and Tessa 
was able to hold him with little more than half her full strength. 
As he dredged up one last desperate effort Tessa went full out and 
almost tore him apart with her legs. His curses turned to screams, 
his threats to pleas, but Tessa was no more interested in hearing 
him beg to her than hearing him order her about. All she was 
interested in now was how many ways she could beat this man. How 
many tests of strength she could challenge him to. 

Both wore T-shirt and jeans. Tessa's chest pressed against Bob's 
back, her thighs wrapped round his and her ankles were locked 
between his calves. His left arm was bent behind his back being 
held in place by her left hand and her body weight. Bob's face was 
pressed into the carpet, and he was alternately grunting and 
whimpering. Tessa felt magnificent. She had his legs trapped, one 
arm locked and her Dad face down in the carpet. What would a 
wrestler do from here? There was no doubt for either of them that 
Tessa could finish the contest from this position. Instinctively 
she put her free arm round her father's neck and moved a little 
further up his back. She let go of his left arm with hers and used 
her left arm for leverage on her right arm. Her right hand clutched 
her left biceps as her right forearm lightly pressed against his 
throat and her left hand pushed down the back of his head in a 
perfect sleeper. Her legs continued to hold his apart. Bob was in 
severe trouble and was now not just angry but a little afraid. As 
he started ordering her to let him go before she got into real 
trouble, Tessa began to increase the pressure with her arms. 
Perfect leverage and superior strength quickly told as Bob knew now 
he was being truly beaten by this tough athletic teenager and 
prayed that she would spare his life.  

Bob's complaints vanished immediately to be replaced by gagging 
croaky noises and then just hoarse frightened sounds. Tessa felt 
his resistance quickly dwindle so that within a minute of her 
applying the sleeper he was offering nothing at all. She unwrapped 
her legs and arms and stood up. Bob lay face down. She tapped him 
in the ribs with her toe. Bob didn't move. She rolled him over 
onto his back and Bob just lay there, eyes closed but breathing. 

'O my God. What have I done. He'll bloody kill me for this.' 

Tessa panicked and tried to think of a way out of this mess, but 
her mind refused to help. Try as she might to think of an excuse 
she found that not only couldn't she think of one, but really she 
didn't want to.  Her face dissolved from a frown to a broad smile 
as she convinced herself that if he tried to do anything then she 
would just beat him up again. It can't have been a fluke. She HAD 
outmuscled him., hadn't she? She resolved to prove it to herself  
and to him once and for all. Her adrenalin rush was now headlong 
and unstoppable. She switched the television back on and settled 
down to watch the end of the wrestling, wondering how many of the 
moves she could manage, not just against her dad who lay knocked 
out on the floor beneath her but against other people, her mum or 
her brother perhaps. She slipped out of her jeans and T-shirt and 
started doing stretching exercises in just her underwear, 
marvelling as her firm responsive muscles rose and fell. Her dad 
was beginning to rouse and she wanted to be ready for his anger. 

As he stirred she retreated to the opposite side of the room and 
stood waiting for him. Bob took a while registering where he was 
and how he had got there, but there was no doubting the moment that 
he remembered. He roared in bitter anger at his little 14 year old 
girl and pulled himself to his feet far too quickly. His still 
dizzy head spun and his legs stumbled. He held himself steady 
against the table and glared at her. Tessa could see hate in his 
eyes and something else she had never seen before. If she didn't 
know better she would have said it was fear she could see there. 
Determined to maintain her undoubted advantage Tessa flashed him a 
full double biceps pose, teasing her hard upper arms into small 
mounds of burgeoning muscle. Bob snarled and launched himself at is 
cocky sturdy gorgeous young daughter. 

Tessa bent her knees braced herself and as he got close launched 
herself straight into his chest in a bone jarring body check. Bob 
was in no way recovered enough to go toe to toe with this brutal 
teenager and he was forced backwards while Tessa stood firm. She 
pivoted on her right foot and drove her left heel hard into Bob's 
stomach and was delighted to see him grunt and fold over. Tessa 
squealed with delight as a 14 year old would, this was just so
easy. Tessa grabbed one of his arms and draped it over one of her 
shoulders then put her other hand between his fat legs and pushed 
up with her whole body. She knew she was taking a chance. He might 
overpower her, she might not be able to lift his weight, but she 
was winning this fight so convincingly she had total belief in 
herself and no fear of him at all. And she was doing it, his feet 
were off the ground then her body was straightened up and her dad 
was draped across her shoulders still holding his battered stomach 
but now even more fearful of what this young girl could do to him. 
Tessa sized up the situation and then went into a slow aeroplane 
spin, gradually increasing speed, not necessarily to weaken him but 
to display to him how much stronger than him she now was. He clawed 
helplessly at her arms but she held him firm and then raised him 
slightly over her head and dropped him stomach first, bending her 
knee out in front of her and mashing his stomach against her big 
tanned thigh. Again Bob grunted and again Tessa felt a warm glow of 
pleasure flowing within her as she felt this shattered man unable 
to support his own weight, resting across her smooth strong thigh. 
She grabbed a handful of his hair and raised his head up then stood 
over his kneeling frame. He clubbed her stomach but his blows did 
no damage. Her stomach was flat and defined. He had nothing that 
could hurt her there. She again draped his arm over her shoulder 
but this time raised his body upside down, his chest against hers.  
Still conscious Bob felt his little girl's firm chest rammed 
against his own. She had grown into a fabulous young woman, but why 
did she have to be so bloody strong.  She pressed her arms together 
and squeezed her dad tight against her, now completely overcome by 
the power surging from every muscle, power that he was helpless to 
defend himself against. She couldn't imagine anything feeling 
better, and then the sweetest sound she had ever heard.

'Tessa, please stop. Please let me go. I beg you. Please put me 
down.'
'Do you give up? Do you admit that I am the strongest?'
'Tessa, please don't make me do this. Please stop hurting me.'

But she was in control, not him. She spun to the side and 
bodyslammed the flailing figure of her father into the carpet 
mashing her glorious chest against him and squashing the air from 
his lungs like an elephant landing on a mattress. Again he pleaded 
with her and again she ordered him to submit. Again he failed to do 
so. 

Tessa stood again over her prostrate father. She bent down and 
pulled him up to a kneeling position facing her and parted her 
smooth chunky legs. She pulled at his hair and dragged his head 
between those lovely round thighs. Bob was so outclassed that he 
could barely even manage to claw at them now as Tessa demonstrated 
the enormous surges of power she could generate with her monstrous 
leg muscles. Bob convulsed and sagged as his head throbbed and his 
mind lost all focus other than a feeling of intense pressure and 
searing pain. Tessa held him for a minute in this vice and then 
fell forward to her knees forcing his body down with her. She 
parted her legs and Bob's head fell to the floor. As Tessa turned 
him over she could see that she had gone too far again and that he 
was as good as out cold. She sat astride his chest and closed her 
thighs around his head then slapped his cheeks. Bob murmured and 
groaned but put up no fight. Her thighs made his angry face 
look ridiculous as she squeezed his cheeks together and his mouth 
into a tiny 'o' shape. His humiliation was complete as she laughed 
at how funny he looked being ridden into the ground by a 
schoolgirl. 

'Okay Daddy. Time for a finishing move. This time Daddy dear you 
WILL submit to me. I promise you!'

Tessa stood at her dad's feet and picked up his ankles. What little 
fight he had left was nowhere near enough to bother her. She easily 
flipped him over onto his front still holding his feet and slowly 
lifted his legs, at the same time lowering herself down onto his 
back. She had seen a Boston Crab of course but had never applied 
one to anyone and had no idea if they really hurt or were all just 
for show. At first her dad only moaned and whimpered so she kept on 
increasing the pressure, her butt now against the small of his 
back, her thick hard muscular thighs a sharp contrast to his 
overstretched soft flabby legs, her swelling biceps gleaming under 
a light coating of sweat. And then that noise again. ..

'No Tessa. No! Nooo! Please God no Tessa!! Help! No! I submit! I 
submit! I submit God damn you! Please Tessa! Please! Mercy! I give 
up! I give! I give! I give!'

Tessa let his feet flop to the floor and sat down on his back.  He 
was crying openly. Pain, humiliation, shock, disgust. She was 
crying too. Joy, relief, pride, and also embarrassment and loathing 
for the parent she had once been scared of.  She dragged his prone 
body over to the sofa and draped him backwards over one arm. Then 
she sat behind him and clasped his head between her calves. Again 
and again he submitted each time she upped the pressure and again 
and again she felt that glow of pleasure tingling in her fabulous 
young body. She slid forward and rearranged her legs into a figure 
four, a head scissors again, then a sleeper hold with her arms, 
then a face sit, and finally settled back in a figure four with his 
neck securely held in place by her muscular calf. Every move now 
had the same effect of endless humble submissions. The big man was 
now her plaything, the rules were now for her to make. He pleaded 
and blubbered but her mind was elsewhere as she absent-mindedly 
felt the damp mound in her panties and wondered how easy her big 
brother and her mum were going to be to tame.