My language teacher by Buster King She had asked me to stay back after classes at school for practising the school play. I was a regular there. I never did the top role, always supporting, but my histrionics carried enough weight that some people even associated me with the characters I played. At 12th grade, I expected a nice finish before entering college, both in education and drama. Evening came. The school was emptied soon. The staff rooms were far away from the school grounds, so noises are seldom heard from one place at the another. I went and knocked at her door. She opened it and said, "Oh! Please come in and have a seat!" She closed the door after me and I sat down. We talked regularly at school, even if I no more had language classes, and were very good friends. She treated me as a friend inspite of a 16-yr age gap. Her room was a little out of arrangement. The tables and chairs were all on one side, while there was a nice floor area cleared off, as big as a boxing arena. I thought of this as I sat there, as I was one of the school's good wrestlers. Not big time but above average for my age. Her eyes closed on me. She said in a not so nice tone "What has come over you nowadays?" I was taken aback. "Whatever do you mean?" She said, "Oh yeah! Like no one notice you! Bullying people off the ground after classes! Hurting your classmates, especially girls!!" I was least surprised. I said audaciously, "Oh so what!! One boy can not have a nice time in school, heh??" "Not at anyone else's expense," she said softly and continued, "Please sit down, I am not done and have not dismissed you!!" as I rose to leave. I was at my wits' end as I said, chuckling, "Ooh, and I guess you are gonna make me!!" The disdain came from the fact that I was a good wrestler, 5' 9", 165 lbs, and she was 5' 4", probably 130 lbs. She was not definitely out of shape, but not quite strong-looking either. I knew she was a guides teacher also, and knew more about self-defense than the physical education teachers, but her audacity!! To even threaten me!!! She got up and sighed. "I am sorry. I need to do this because humility and discipline are virtues that you are neglecting. As a teacher, I am entrusted to teach you these." She undraped her saree, standing there in her half-sleeved blouse and a shorts that she was wearing inside. Her busts were very upright and attractive, though she was dark-colored. Her facial beauty only was an add- on to all her features. I started to move when she shot her right leg up and pinned me to the wall. Surprisingly, I could hardly shake her leg off. She said, "Oh! So kiddo here is surprised, heh? This is a mother's leg son! In case you did not know, women have always had and will continue to have stronger legs than men ever will!!" She suddenly held my hands in her and somersaulted, lifting me with her one leg. I landed with a crash on the floor. "Had enough son?" Her voice expressed concern, but my macho instincts held me back from surrender. I lashed back with my fist. She deftly caught my wrist before the punch landed and glided my arm sidewise and executed a throw over her shoulders. I landed again with a crash. I got up but had the wind knocked out of me. I lunged suddenly to grab her left arm and twisted it back. I grabbed her right arm almost immediately, and was crunching them behind her. She then again just hoisted me up on her back almost effortlessly and ran backwards crashing me on the wall. I fell down again losing all my holds. She said, "Well, enough's enough!!!" and executed a nice chop on my shoulder that sent shards of pain down my neck. As I lifted my arms, she thrust her palms below my armpits and suddenly squeezed below the armpits, blocking the arteries, and knocking me unconscious. I must have lain for a while. When I got up, I learnt it had been about 20 mins. She said, "Give up, and your punishments will be very mild!!" Did I even have an alternative? I gave up. She said, "Now, you need some physical punishment. You co-operate and I shall not need to restrain you for this. If you push me, your punishment becomes more severe!!" She asked me to remove my uniform shirt. I was only wearing a sleeveless sports cotton vest. My arms and shoulders were bare. She said, "I start from one technique to another. If you are a man and can take pain from any one of these without a flinch, you will go immediately without further punishment." I was hopeful. After all, how much can a petite woman cause me to hurt? She then rolled up her blouse sleeve all the way to her shoulder and flexed for a minute. I was then amazed, and frightened too! Who would not be if they see such biceps and triceps in such a petite-looking woman? Her flexed muscles were not very defined but somewhat alike a potato in shape. Unflexed, no one would say she was even close to being strong. She then flexed her forearms, and lo!! They swelled all the way to her wrist!! Again not very thick, but rounded and well defined. She started with a nerve hold on my shoulder. Within seconds, it hurt like hell, and I screamed!! She then held me by my biceps, and squeezed with her thumb. I screamed again. She was surprised!! She said, "Well, after all if men are not wimps for my steely fingers" and proceeded further. She then passed into using a deluge of nerve points, all sensitive and hurting like hell!! I screamed like I never had to in the last 10 years!! "Surprise, surprise, kiddo!!" I was totally subjugated and she was taunting me more to inflict on my macho instincts, which were by now quite extinct. She took my palms in a hand-shake and started squeezing. Slowly and surely, her palms closed further and further until my palms felt like they were in a bench vice, and the pressure was only increasing!! I screamed and screamed. "But I am not even started!!" she protested!! I just looked briefly, and true to word, her forearms were not even straining!! I was more frightened than ever!! She suddenly increased the pressure on and I felt like my palms were on electricity for a fraction of a second before she released me. I could barely move my arms now!! She tripped me down and then straddled my torso between her thighs. Her thighs started closing in on my ribs, slowly and surely, I was in more pain than ever. I screamed until my throat gave way, and was scratchy to hear myself. She released me again and I got up, my whole body racking with sobs and ultimate pain. She then asked me to extend my palms forward and facing the floor. I did, knowing what was to come, but with no guts to disobey her. She took the thick wooden ruler, and held it sideways, so that the edges will strike my hands. Her solid strokes hurt like hell. I screamed again until I ran out of breath and took all in 20 strokes on both palms. By the time she was done, my hands were trembling badly from the pain. She then said, "I am really sorry, but the lesson is just about over. I have one last duty, i.e. to finish this!!" She undid my trousers and underpants, and held me up, holding my shoulders. She positioned herself casually and suddenly her right knee came up full force onto my balls. My balls were suddenly under fire. I was out of energy, and quite hallucinated but the pain was just torture, taking me inbetween consciousness and hallucination!!! Three more knees followed that, and she stopped. For all this she had not even broken a sweat. "Well, that will do for now. You will now be under my eyes until you leave school, by when you should only be one more timid male!! Bye for today" and she dressed and left. I laid and sobbed until I was tired, slowly picked up my broken body, and left for home.