Becky Rules the House
by BC email bc242@hotmail.com
Teen Girl subjugates parents and becomes head of the household


Last year I posted a story ("Becky vs. the Biker, in Misc. stories #11) 
about how I had witnessed Becky, a tough, foul-mouthed teenaged girl, beat 
up and humiliate a middle-aged biker in a supermarket parking lot. He had 
made some nasty comments about the way Becky was dressed, and she responded 
by kicking him in the balls, beer-belly and face. She made him take off his 
clothes and after taking three hundred dollars in cash from his pockets, she 
and her girlfriends urinated all over his clothes and then made him put them 
back on and leave. He didn't dare ask her for his money back. It was Becky's 
money now, and he knew that he was lucky to be leaving the parking lot 
alive!

I figured that after I posted the story, that would be the end of it. But as 
fate would have it, I have become reacquainted with Becky, and I can now 
report on the astounding new heights that she has reached in dominating men 
who are older and supposedly more powerful than her.

Becky hadn't noticed me in the parking lot until after her encounter with 
"Pops", as she called the biker, when I was getting into my car. She had 
warned me that if she caught me at the store again she would beat me "to a 
pulp". That was enough to scare me away for many months. But last week I was 
coming home late from work and I needed some groceries. I figured that the 
chances of her being there, or even remembering and recognizing me, were 
remote, so I took the risk.

I was relieved when I didn't see Becky, and I continued with my shopping. 
But on the way home, I noticed that the car behind me was making the same 
turns that I was. Was someone following me? I tried not to worry about it, 
but the car stayed behind me, right until I pulled into my driveway. The 
other car came to a stop on the street, and the lights went out.

I decided to try to ignore the car and make a beeline to my front door. I 
fumbled nervously for the keys and when I finally opened the door, a strong 
hand gripped my neck and spun me around.

It was Becky! She had gone through a spurt and had grown over three inches 
in the past year, but I recognized that cocky, arrogant look of her's 
immediately. She had handled her growth well and was a bit leaner than 
before. Her body had become quite shapely But it hadn't hurt Becky's 
musculature. Her legs were even more solid than when I had seen her earlier 
destruction of "Pops" in the parking lot, and her painful grip on my neck 
attested to her arm strength. She shifted her hold to the hair on the back 
of my head and she dragged me inside my house as if she owned the place.

"I knew that sooner or later I'd catch you at the store, old man!" she 
growled, using the nickname she first gave me that day in the parking lot.

I immediately dropped to my knees and apologized to Becky. She was surprised 
and pleased that I remembered her name, and before she had the chance to 
kick the shit of me as she had "Pops", I told her about the story that I had 
posted about the incident. Becky was interested in what I was saying, so she 
released her hold and let me get up.

I logged on to thevalkyrie.com and got to the story. Becky's pride showed as 
she read the account of her triumph in "Becky vs. the Biker". I had written 
about her in very respectful and complimentary terms. She liked the accuracy 
and the completeness of my story. She said that she had forgotten some of 
the details until she read about them.

Becky was especially proud when she read what I had written about Jimmy, her 
older brother. She hadn't known that one of the guys who was watching Becky 
kick "Pops" around had told me about how kid sister Becky had, after years 
of suffering under Jimmy's bullying, discovered when she was 13 years old 
that she could easily beat up her 17 year old brother! She was more athletic 
than her uncoordinated geek of a brother, and he couldn't defend herself 
against her kicks to his balls and her punching combinations to his face and 
body. Becky found that she enjoyed being a bully, and was a more successful 
bully than her big brother had ever been! She had forced him to be her 
chauffeur and otherwise humiliated him until out of self-defense he finally 
left home to go to an out of town college. Becky had literally kicked him 
out of the house!

After that, with the discovery that she was an excellent, fearless fighter, 
and that she enjoyed being a bully, she quickly gained the reputation of 
being the toughest kid in school, male or female. Unfortunately for "Pops", 
he didn't know this when he insulted Becky in the parking lot.

"Are you into this kind of stuff, women dominating men?" she asked. I 
admitted that I was, at least in a voyeuristic sense.

Becky chuckled derisively. "I've heard about fucking wimps like you!" she 
sneered. "To me, dominating is fun! Being dominated would be hell for 
someone like me, and I would never let it happen!

"But I have no interest in dominating someone who would enjoy it the least 
bit!" Becky continued. "I like to take down men who would HATE to be beaten 
by a woman. Men who would consider it UNTHINKABLE for a teenaged girl to 
beat and control them! The bigger and badder and meaner they are, the more I 
enjoy putting them in their place! And the more they hate what I'm doing to 
them, the more I like to rub their noses in it!"

Becky was studying my reactions to her words. My admiration for her must 
have been evident, and she came to a decision. "Like I said, dominating a 
wimp like you wouldn't be fun, but you still might be of some use to me. 
Follow me to my house and I'll give you material for another story!"

Becky strode briskly from my house to her car, never looking back. She knew 
that I would follow!

Becky's family lived in a middle-class neighborhood, their house looking 
from the outside like millions of other suburban houses. But that all 
changed when she opened the door.

Inside, a middle-aged man was dusting the living room furniture. He wore an 
industrial type of uniform. When Becky opened the door he turned around. He 
was balding, but had a full graying beard and mustache, much of which was 
mattered and sticky, and smelled of female sex. His shirt had the name "Al" 
on it, and below that "Foreman". But more interestingly, his fly was open 
and his penis and balls were sticking right through it!

"H-Hello, D-Daughter D-Dearest!" Al stammered.

"Did you finish cleaning the kitchen, Daddy?" demanded Becky without 
greeting him first.

"Oh, yes, Daughter Dearest!" gasped the man, apparently Becky's step-father 
Al. He was in noticeable fear of his step-daughter and seemed very eager to 
please her.

"And I see from the condition of your beard that you have been keeping Mommy 
happy! Right, Daddy?"

Al's face turned red behind the beard. "Yes, Daughter Dearest!" he whined.

"And then Mommy gave you your teeth back?"

Al's head dropped in shame, where his eyes encountered the ludicrous sight 
of his genitalia sticking through his fly. "Y-Yes, Daughter D-Dearest!" he 
mumbled.

Quick as a flash, Becky slapped her father's face hard, and a pair of full 
upper and lower dentures flew from his mouth to the floor. Becky scooped 
them up. With her open hand, she squeezed his exposed and vulnerable 
testicles. Al squealed in pain and surprise. He fell to his knees, but Becky 
leaned forward, keeping her grip on his balls.

"LOOK AT ME WHEN I ASK YOU A QUESTION, DADDY!" Becky hissed. "And don't 
mumble or whine when you answer me! UNDERSTAND, DADDY?"

"Y-Yeth, Daughter Dearetht!" he slurred through his toothless mouth. It 
seemed to be his most commonly used phrase!

Becky bounced Al's false teeth in her hand. "Mommy is still too soft on you, 
Daddy!" she murmured. "Just because you gave her pleasure, she gave you your 
teeth back. You don't need your teeth to clean up, do you, Daddy?"

"I-I haven't had dinner yet, Daughter Dearest, and I just thought that-"

Becky cut her step-father off with a vicious testicle-twist.

"Don't think, Daddy!" Becky snapped. "You're not too good at it! Just obey 
your daughter and your wife when we give you orders!"

Becky let go of her step-father's balls and he fell to the floor. "You don't 
need your teeth to eat, Daddy. That's what the baby food is for! If you're 
hungry, open a jar of strained peas. But make it snappy, Daddy. I have more 
eating duties for you when you're finished!"

For a millisecond, I saw anger in Al's face. He was obviously not happy 
having to endure Becky's verbal and physical abuse. But then he caught 
himself. "Y-Yesh, D-Daughter Dearesht!" he moaned in despair. We followed 
him into the kitchen and watched while the "man" of the house poured his 
green pureed slop into a bowl and ate it with nothing else but a glass of 
water.

When he finished washing the utensils, Becky took her stepfather by his 
beard and led him to the bathroom. There she made him wash his beard with a 
shampoo and conditioner. After it was fully washed and rinsed, Becky turned 
a blow-dryer on the beard full-blast until it was dry. It must have burned 
the hell out of his skin, too!

Becky then took a toothbrush and squeezed on a gob of antibacterial soap and 
scrubbed her step-father's mouth with it. All over his toothless mouth - his 
gums, tongue, cheeks, the roof, the throat - everything! He gagged as the 
suds formed in his mouth. Becky grabbed his beard to hold his bucking head 
in place.

After scrubbing for three minutes, Becky let Al rinse out his mouth. Even 
after several rinses, he still couldn't get rid of all the suds! When he 
finally finished, Becky made her step-father gargle a big mouthful of 
Listerine - and then swallow it down!

"Now you're ready for some more eating, Daddy!" murmured Becky. "I'll be 
with our guest in the living room. He's going to write a story and post it 
on a website so people all over the world will read about how I took over 
the family from you, and lots more! Now get us a couple of beers and get 
back!" Al complied.

"That's my step-father, as you've probably figured out!" Becky purred. Sit 
down and I'll tell you the story!"

Becky's step-father brought in our drinks. She put a cigarette in her mouth 
and without being told he took a lighter from his pocket and lit his 
daughter's cigarette.

"Okay, Daddy," Becky purred lustily as she hiked up her skirt. Her legs 
weren't as chunky as they used to be. They were longer and leaner now, but 
still as impressively muscular as when she kicked the shit out of that biker 
in the parking lot last year. And another thing I noticed - she wasn't 
wearing panties! She parted her legs and sprawled lazily back on the couch.

"On your knees and get to work, Daddy!" Becky barked. With a forlorn look, 
he buried his head between her thighs. She draped her skirt over Al's head 
and his tongue "got to work", and she started to tell me how all of this 
came about.

Al is a former Marine, and he had always run the house in a strict manner. 
Everyone had their jobs to do, and Al's job was to boss everyone else around 
while sat in front of the television and drank beer. He was entitled, he 
felt, because he made the money that the family lived on.

"It's hard to imagine now," said Becky, "But I was afraid of Daddy for 
years! Of course I was just a little kid when he married Mom, but still, 
it's embarrassing to think about it!" I had to laugh. If anyone ought to 
have been embarrassed it was Al, who at the moment was licking away at 
Becky's crotch.

Becky continued her story. When she entered her teens, right under their 
parent's noses, Becky had started busting big brother Jimmy's balls, and 
making him her overall servant. Their parents never found out about it, and 
thought that he simply wanted to be a better, more helpful brother as he was 
getting older. How wrong they were!

After Jimmy left, Al's leering became more pronounced. Becky was now 17 
years old and was working out. With her growth spurt she was now over 5'10". 
In sizing up her step-father, she wondered if she could beat him in a fight. 
He would certainly be more formidable than Jimmy was. Al had fought in 
Vietnam and had lots of medals to show for it. And even though that was many 
years ago, and he had a beer belly now instead of a six-pack, he was, at 
6'2", about four inches taller than her, and broader shouldered.

"I decided that if he tried to cop a feel, I would kick him in the nuts, 
because I KNEW that I could stop him that way. I was ITCHING for an 
opportunity to do it. Especially with Jimmy gone, I needed some action. But 
as it turned out, I had the opportunity to prove to myself, and to Dad, that 
I could beat him fair and square, even without going NEAR his nuts!"

That "opportunity" came at the beginning of this past school year, Becky's 
senior year of high school, but not for the reason that Becky had expected. 
She came home one day and heard her mother screaming "NO! PLEASE STOP!" It 
turned out that Becky's step-father had come home drunk and had started to 
beat up her mother when she argued about it.

Becky stormed into the kitchen and, without even thinking, grabbed her 
step-father in a bear hug from behind and with a powerful yank, pulled him 
off of her mother. In her rage, Becky pivoted her body and flung Al towards 
the wall. He crashed into the stove and bounced off of it. "Even I was 
surprised at my strength!" recalled Becky proudly. "I was so angry that I 
probably could have thrown a car at that moment!"

Al had doubled over the stove. In surprise and anger he pushed himself up 
and turned to face his step-daughter, fire in his eyes.

"Daddy might have been bigger than me, but when I did that to him, I 
realized that his body had gotten soft, while mine had gotten hard! Now I 
KNEW that I could take him in a fight, and after what he was doing to Mom, I 
had the perfect excuse to beat him up, and more!

"I remember reading about Muhammad Ali." continued Becky. "He said that 'if 
your opponent is a fat man, then keep hitting his belly!' So that's what I 
did for a while, at least at first. When he got up to face me, he squared 
off like a boxer. I faked a left jab to his face and saw how slow and 
predictable his reflexes were. I had a clear shot for my first right hook to 
that fat beer belly!"

As Becky described it, Al was in pain and was in a confused state at the 
sudden turn of events. Just moments before, he had been beating his wife. 
Now, he had to contend with Becky! Outraged, Al swung his fist wildly. Becky 
could see it coming a mile away and she ducked underneath. Leaning forward, 
she suddenly thrust her knee powerfully into Al's solar plexus. He doubled 
over, allowing Becky plenty of time to measure a devastating blow to his 
jaw, which sent him sprawling to the floor.

Thinking that it must have been a fluke, Al got up and despite the pain, 
charged at his step-daughter. Becky met him in the center of the room. Al 
reared back and sent a punch of his own, aiming for Becky's solar plexus! 
But Becky was in far better shape than her step-father, and by then he had 
been weakened, and his fist bounced off of Becky's body, doing no harm to 
her whatsoever!

"His fist hurt more than my body did!" murmured Becky. "It was at that point 
that I knew how vastly superior my body AND my fighting skills were compared 
to him. I could have probably beaten him up years ago, and I didn't even 
know it! I mean, I knew that I could beat up every guy in school, from the 
time that I was in the 10th grade! But I remembered Daddy as a big mean man, 
and didn't even realize that I probably could have beaten him up when I was 
13 years old! But I waited until I was 17. Silly me!"

Becky then described how she and Al stood toe to toe. She didn't even bother 
to defend herself, since she was no longer afraid of any damage that he 
could do to her. She concentrated on hitting him, again and again, which was 
easy, because in his frantic attempt to hurt her with his flailing punches, 
he wasn't defending himself too well. Punch after punch landed in Al's 
belly, with the occasional kick or knee mixed in. She then started to aim 
her blows at his head and the rest of his body as well.

"I LOVED the look on Daddy's face when he first realized that I was beating 
him up and that he couldn't stop me! Then he begged me to stop! He was a 
Marine in Vietnam, but he'd been out of shape and drinking had slowed down 
his reflexes! Now this big tough guy was begging me, his teenaged 
step-daughter, to stop beating him up! But I wasn't about to stop. I wanted 
to make an example of him, especially with Mom watching, and make sure that 
he would never be a problem for me again!

Becky pulled her cowering step-father off of the floor and stood him up. 
With frightening deliberation she blackened his eyes with a powerful, 
well-measured blast to each one. He fell back down to the floor and she 
straddled his chest, her knees pinning his by now ineffective arms. With her 
left hand she held him by the scruff of his neck and with her right fist she 
started blasting his mouth, knocking out all of the teeth on the left side 
of his mouth! She then changed her grip to her right hand and with her left 
continued attacking her stepfather's face until she had knocked every tooth 
out of his mouth!

"When I was done," Becky said with pride, "Mommy hugged me, and thanked me 
for protecting her against Daddy!"

After that, Becky took control of the house. She laid down the law not only 
to her step-father, but to her mother as well. "I love Mommy." Becky 
explained. "But I lost respect for her for not standing up to Dad. She 
needed her daughter to fight her battles for her! I had to step in and 
straighten out Daddy! So she readily accepted my demand - to become the new 
Head of the Household! She knows that she follows my lead and does whatever 
I tell her to do, I will protect her, and teach her to be a REAL woman!"

Becky's first act as "Head of the Household" was to order her step-father to 
move into the basement. Her mother would move into Becky's old room, and 
Becky would move into the master bedroom.

"Mom appreciated how I had beaten Daddy up for her, and she understood why 
it was fitting that I got the big bedroom with the king sized bed and it's 
own bathroom, and all the other perks that come with being head of the 
house! I'm sure that she feels a little strange taking orders from her 
daughter, but she knew that it was the right thing to do. And besides, I let 
her boss Daddy around, and that keeps her happy!"

As she talked, Becky occasionally yanked her father's head up by his beard 
and flicked his cigarette ash into his mouth before pulling his head back 
down to her pussy.

"My next order to Daddy was that he was NEVER to lay a hand on Mommy again, 
unless she wanted him to! His number one priority was to give Mommy 
pleasure, the way he is giving ME pleasure right now!" Becky was displaying 
great self control as Al's tongue stimulated her towards orgasm. "I could 
have gotten him implants after I knocked his teeth out, but I'd rather keep 
the money for myself rather than spend it on him! I got him a set of cheap 
dentures that he keeps in a glass of water in a glass at night just like my 
grandma used to! And as Mommy and I can tell you, a toothless, gummy 
mouthed, bearded man makes the best pussy eater!"

Becky guided Al's head down so that his mustache brushed all over his pussy. 
"Daddy had always been clean-shaven. An old Marine! He never grew facial 
hair until I MADE him do it, for the specific purpose of eating pussy! Not 
only does the bushy hair add to the stimulation when it is well-conditioned, 
but Mom and I get pleasure knowing how much he HATES the beard and mustache! 
It's very uncomfortable for him. It itches him like crazy, our juices make 
it sticky, and the thought that he has to live with it every second of every 
day just to please his wife and step-daughter for a few moments at a time 
makes the experience even more satisfying for Mommy and me!"

Becky put her cigarette in her mouth. Grabbing Al's beard on both sides of 
his face she twisted upwards, causing him to look up and let out a cry of 
pain. Becky leaned over so her mouth was directly above his, and she let the 
cigarette drop from her lips into his mouth. I heard a hiss as the hot coal 
hit his tongue, followed by a new scream of pain from the burn. It was 
comical watching the poor bastard try to swallow the butt as he knew he had 
to while gagging on the stale smoke that was still coming out of his mouth 
and nose. Al looked up at his step-daughter's proud, victorious, mocking 
smile. The shame of realizing how far he had fallen and Becky's enjoyment of 
his despair was too much for him and he began to cry uncontrollably.

At the moment that tears welled in his eyes and he started to sob, Becky 
grasped her father's beard and twisted in the opposite direction, pulling 
his hairy face and trained tongue back into her crotch. Becky's eyes looked 
dreamy as she approached orgasm.

"OOOOOH, it doesn't get any better than this!" gasped Becky. "Making Daddy 
eat me out is always great, but nothing beats making him cry when he's doing 
it! Once Daddy sees how happy I am when he's crying, it makes him feel even 
worse, and he can't stop! Not only does his misery stimulate me but his hot 
tears bring my orgasm to another level!"

Al proved Becky right. His step-daughter's boasting caused his sobbing to 
increase. Becky stopped talking and started moaning, holding out as long as 
she could before creaming all over his bearded face.

In "Becky vs. the Biker", I explained that Becky's supreme self-confidence 
and natural leadership ability and the power that radiates from her increase 
her sensuality. And in her ecstasy, Becky looked sexier than ever.

"MMMMMMMMM!" exhaled Becky in sexual bliss, her long, crossed legs 
continuing to keep her step-father's head trapped between her thighs. 
"Thanks Daddy!" she purred. "You're tongue and your beard are the best! 
Especially with your hot tears!" Her tone then became more threatening.  
"But you know what I like after you make me cum, DON'T you, Daddy?"

Becky still wasn't letting Al's head up. He knew what she wanted. Becky put 
a cigarette in her mouth and without even being able to look, he pulled the 
lighter from his pocket and brought it up to light her cigarette.

"Daddy used to forbid me to smoke, and he once punished me when he caught 
me. So now, I make him by my cigarettes for me and light them! she proudly 
declared. "He used to smoke, but now he doesn't - not out of choice, but 
simply because I forbid him to smoke! The closest he gets is when he 
breathes my smoke and swallows my ashes and butts!"

"GET GOING AGAIN, DADDY!" ordered Becky, and her step-father started working 
on bringing her to her next climax.

"My next order to Daddy was for him to always call me 'Daughter Dearest'!" 
gloated Becky. "Remember Christina Crawford's book where she wrote about how 
her mother Joan Crawford abused her but still made her address her as 'Mommy 
Dearest'? Well, I figured that as long as I was abusing Daddy, it would be 
real cool to make him call his abusive step-daughter 'Daughter Dearest'! 
Daddy fucking HATES it!

"Then I told him that from now on, when he's in the house, he has to wear 
his work uniform, but with his prick and balls sticking out of his open 
fly!" Becky said. "He looks like such a fucking fool, but more importantly 
it keeps his balls in position for Mommy or be to grab and squeeze them to 
keep him in line - or even just for fun!"

Becky kept Al working at producing another three orgasms, and finally she 
untangled her strong legs, freeing her father from her crushing thighs. Too 
week to stand, he collapsed on the floor and took the first deep breath that 
he was able to in thirty minutes.

"May I go to shleep, Daughter Dearesht?" Al slurred.

Just as Becky was about to send him down to his basement bed, her mother 
came downstairs from her bedroom. She was prettier than I expected, still 
trim in hear early forties. She wa a little on the frail side, but exuded a 
glow that came with the new power that her daughter had given her over her 
husband.

"Becky, Dear," her mother asked, "May I use Daddy when you are through with 
him, please?"

"I just finished, Mommy, so go ahead!" But be quiet about it. Roger is 
coming over soon, and we won't want to be disturbed by your noises! In fact 
Mom, go to the bathroom now. I don't want to hear your footsteps after he 
gets here!"

"Of course, Dear!" Becky's mother answered. "I won't make any noise, I 
promise!"

"And another thing, Mommy. You're getting too soft on Daddy, giving him his 
teeth back after he finished gumming you out earlier. Don't be so nice to 
him. I love you, Mommy, but it REALLY pisses me off when you get soft with 
him like that!

"Oh, I'm sorry, Becky Dear, so, so sorry!" gasped Becky's mom. "You are 
absolutely right! I promise not to do that again! Please forgive me, Becky!"

Becky chuckled. "You're forgiven, Mommy. This time, anyhow! In the future, 
follow my lead and treat Daddy the way I do and you will be a better woman 
for it!"

I was amazed at the way Becky gently but firmly ordered her mother like a 
mother would order a child to go to the bathroom and to keep quiet. And the 
thought of a mother having to ask her daughter for permission for ANYTHING 
was astounding to me! Becky's rule over her mother was much more of a 
"benevolent dictatorship" than the abusive way that she treated her 
step-father, but her mother still had to follow her orders, and ask 
permission for everything! I wondered who this "Roger" was, but mainly I was 
mesmerized by the power that I was watching a teenaged girl wield over her 
parents.

"Oh, thank you, Becky!" her mother gasped in gratitude before turning her 
attention to Al. "Come upstairs, Hubby Dear!" she cooed. "I hope that you 
have gotten some rest, because you're going to eat me out at least one more 
time before beddy-bye!"

Tears flowed again from Al's eyes as he wearily pushed himself up. It was no 
use to protest, or even beg. His wife and daughter knew exactly what they 
were doing to him, and begging would only increase their happiness with his 
suffering. He turned towards the stairs.

"DADDY!" snapped Becky. Al turned around and Becky tossed his false teeth to 
him. "Put these in a glass of water and leave it on the kitchen table until 
Mommy is finished with you. You can get it on your way downstairs!"

Al dejectedly turned to obey Becky's order and then go upstairs. "And 
Daddy," Becky relentlessly continued, "Tiptoe after Mommy is finished with 
you. I don't want you disturbing Roger and me. If I hear a sound I'll kick 
you down the basement steps! And don't wash your beard. You will go to sleep 
with a sticky face. You can wash it in the morning before going to work!"

"Wow!" I said to Becky in admiration after her father had disappeared into 
his wife's bedroom. "You really have this house under control!"

Becky smiled smugly and lit another cigarette. "I sure do, even more than 
you know!" she crowed. "I keep all of my parent's credit cards. Daddy signed 
all of his checks before giving them to me, and I hold all of the ATM cards! 
I put him on a strict allowance, and he has just enough money to get to and 
from work!"

Becky leaned forward, looking at me, swelling with pride. "And when I turned 
18 last month, I made Daddy sign the house over to me, and all of his bank 
and brokerage accounts are now in my name too!"

Becky never ceased to astonish me. Still a teenager, and she owned the 
house! In effect, she forcibly, but legally, took the house and the other 
assets from her parents as an 18th birthday present, and they could do 
nothing about it but go along with their daughter, if they knew what was 
good for them!

"But I'm not finished yet!" continued Becky. "For one thing, my big brother 
Jimmy weaseled out of this house and ran away to college because he couldn't 
stand the fact that I beat the shit out of him all the time! But now I don't 
have to fake innocence in front of Mom and Dad any more. In fact, I'm going 
to make my parents trick Jimmy into coming home! Then, before he knows it, 
he'll be bunking with Daddy in the basement, and he won't be leaving for a 
long time!"

I had never in my life encountered as powerful a force as the teenaged girl 
that sat languidly on the couch, smoking her cigarette as her mother's 
pleasured moans emitted from her room. "Daddy" was back at work!

"Daddy thinks that I have really fucked up his life, and I HAVE fucked him 
but good!" bragged Becky. "But he hasn't seen ANYTHING yet! If Daddy knew 
what I have planned for him this summer, he'd jump off a bridge!"

Becky explained to me that her stepfather was the foreman of a machine shop. 
His secretary is going on maternity leave this summer and when Becky learned 
this she ordered him to hire HER as the secretary's summer replacement! When 
Al protested that the replacement had to be hired through the personnel 
department and that the decision was out of his hands, Becky grabbed and 
crushed his always exposed testicles, telling him that he had "better pull 
some strings, or I will pull these balls right off!" And sure enough, Al got 
his step-daughter hired the next day! She is set to start two weeks from 
this writing.

"By the end of the summer, I'll have that shop and all of the men in it 
whipped into shape!" she boasted. "I'll having it running MY way! The place 
will never be the same!"

At this point the doorbell rang and Becky opened the door. A big, good 
looking guy came in and he and Becky gave each other a long, lingering kiss. 
"This is Roger, my boyfriend!" Becky said proudly. "Roger is a football star 
at the college. He stays over whenever I want him to, and my parents don't 
try to stop us! It's the perk that I have as head of the household that I 
have guys over and and fuck womever and whenever I want, but at the same 
time I control I control the sex lives of my underling parents! And the only 
sex life I allow my step-father to have is his oral servicing of Mom and me! 
I don't allow Daddy any sexual pleasure whatsoever!"

Thanks to the fact that Becky liked what I wrote about her, she is going to 
allow me to follow her this summer so that I can write about her exploits 
afterward. There is no doubt in my mind that she will control the shop and 
its workers as firmly as she does her household and family. Not to mention 
what is certainly in store for poor, unsuspecting big brother Jimmy! When 
the summer is over, or possibly as it progresses, I will be reporting on 
what is certain to be her continued victories.

TO BE CONTINUED