Disciplined by Alpesco Young Brionn teaches Big John a hard lesson. I was a good friend of Brionn. I was fourteen and she was just eleven, but she was very serious for her age, and only a couple of inches shorter than me. I had been ill and was spending Saturday morning laid out on the sofa with the TV on. Brionn was coming down to keep me company since both my parents were out working. At least I was meant to be on my own. What I hadn't expected was Cousin John turning up at the house. We kids called him Big John, because he was the oldest cousin by a long way. He was 35 and lived over seventy miles away, but rarely called. I let him in and went back to lie down on the sofa. That was when Brionn arrived. She looked at the visitor with surprise as he let her into the house. He was bearded, five feet ten tall, and weighed over one hundred and sixty pounds. She was just above five feet tall and thinly-built, with long, gangly limbs and wispy shoulder-length blond hair. She was wearing black jeans and a light blue sleeveless top. "This is John, my cousin. He's 35! " I introduced him. "And this is Brionn," I said to John. "Oh. And how old are you, Brionn?" he asked, "thirteen, fourteen?" "No," Brionn laughed. "I'm not twelve for five more months!" "She's tall for her age," I explained. "Are you feeling any better?" Brionn said to me. "Ready to go outside yet?" I shook my head. "No. I still get the shakes if I'm stood up too long." "I can carry you outside if you like," she offered. "You?" John said in disbelief. "You must weigh thirty pounds less than Joannie here." "I can carry her easy," Brionn said. "I could lift you if I wanted to." "You?" John laughed. "No way, little girl!" "You don't believe me?" the eleven-year-old said, unamused. "Let's just see.." "Watch out!" I warned John from the sofa, as she stepped round behind him. "She's strong!" "There's no way she can pick me u-aaaoooghh!" John gave a yelp of astonishment as the five foot one, eleven-year-old bent, wrapped her right arm beneath his knees, put her left arm behind his back, and lifted. Even I, who knew how strong Brionn was, was always surprised by how much she could lift. The thirty-five year-old man just came right up off the floor in Brionn's surprisingly strong arms as she straightened. His hundred and sixty pound body was swept up to lie cradled at just above waist height in the girl's long arms. John gasped in astonishment as she held him cradled in her arms. She grinned broadly at his amazed expression, tilting her head to one side as she balanced his weight. It was an amazing sight. His body was so much bigger and bulkier than hers, yet she was taking his full weight and supporting it with her precocious strength. Her torso was almost totally hidden behind his thick legs and heavy midriff. Only her right shoulder was visible above his legs. Beneath him, I could see the waist of her jeans, and the full length of her powerful legs, spread a yard apart to balance his weight. What amazed me was that Brionn was taking this weight of a man almost seventy pounds heavier than her, with no sign of strain or distress. She was still smiling as she spun round on the spot with John in her arms, turning in a complete circle until they both faced me again. "You're so strong!" I said in admiration. "Aren't I just." Brionn gave a broader grin, still making no attempt to lower her heavy burden. She just stood, stock-still, her long, bony arms like steel as they supported John's weight. "Hey. Put me down!" John said, only now recovering from the shock of being lifted by this kid. "So. Do you believe I can carry you now?" Brionn asked. She began to rock him from side to side. "Dammit. I said, Put me down!" John began to struggle in an attempt to get out of Brionn's grip. But to his surprise, the young girl's arms still held firm. I saw him growing more and more annoyed as he struggled without result to break free of the girl's steely grip. "Let go of me!" "Not until you admit you were wrong," Brionn said, bending her knees then straightening them again to bounce him like a baby. "I told you to put me down!" "I'll let you down when I feel like it," Brionn frowned. "I'm plenty strong enough to hold you here as long as I want." "Let go of me now or I'll kick the crap out of yu!" John roared. "Okay!" The smile vanished from the girl's face. Her arms abruptly relaxed beneath him, and John crashed heavily to the floor. "You little shit!" John leapt to his feet and lurched angrily around to face her. "That really hurt!" The pair looked incongruous as they confronted each other. The heavy five foot ten, thirty-five-year-old, facing the slender five foot one girl. "Serves you right for being such a jerk!" the girl yelled back at him. "I'll give you "jerk"!" John made a lunge at her. "It's about time you were taught a lesson!" "No!" I yelled, watching the situation spiral rapidly out of hand. "Stop it!" "It's okay, Joannie, I can handle this big jerk," Brionn nodded to me. "You? Handle me?" The thirty-five year-old roared. "I'm gonna punish you good..." He made a sudden lunging grab for her. But Brionn moved so fast, she was already three feet away when his big hand passed through the space she'd been occupying only a moment before. She stood back and squinted her eyes. "You know what?" she said. "I'm gonna give YOU some discipline.." "No Brionn!" I said. "Don't try..." I was too late. Brionn turned away as her long leg exploded upward to drive her sneakered foot solidly into the middle of John's chest. There was a shockingly heavy crump as her kick struck home. I knew that Brionn's legs were real strong. She could squat with me on her back, and her sister on her shoulders. And the impact of the kick was startling. John staggered backward with a deep groan, falling four paces backward before he was able to halt himself. Brionn glared at him. "Don't try that again," she warned. "Or I'll let you have a lot more like that." This only seemed to infuriate John more. He came at her, arms flailing. There was another heavy crump as Brionn sidestepped his clumsy charge, then sent a spinning kick straight into the left side of his chest. This time the shock of the impact was even heavier, and John was totally unprepared for it. He was sent catapulting backward to crash into the dividing wall. He looked stunned and was gasping for breath. As he took a step forward he gave a moan of pain, and clutched his side. "Brionn studies martial arts," I warned. "She's a state champion. She can break concrete blocks with her feet. She might just be able to kick your ass." "Kick my ass?" John roared, loud enough to rattle the windows. "Kick MY ass? I'm the one who's gonna be kicking ass!" He straightened himself, and strode purposefully toward the much smaller figure. This time Brionn backed off a pace or two, knowing that he would be waiting for her to try another kick. But this time when John lashed out at her, the girl made a sudden dive beneath his outstretched arm. She fell to the floor at his feet, coiling her body as both her arms clamped round his left ankle. Then she simply pulled his leg right out from under him, straightening as she rose back to her feet. With a cry, John toppled over to fall heavily onto the floor. He hit the floorboards so hard the impact rattled furniture in the next room. Brionn backed hurriedly away. "I don't want to have to hurt you any more," Brionn said, looking down at him. "Why don't we just call it quits?" "No way!" John growled. Brionn watched him as he forced himself painfully back to his feet. He seemed to be moving more stiffly now, and he was looking less steady on his feet. Even so, he had to be more than a match for the eleven-year-old. I wished that there was some way to stop this before Brionn got hurt. Brionn frowned, clenching her fists. Her long hands coiled into surprisingly large angular fists that looked very hard and blocky. "Okay. Now I'm going to make you sorry you got back up." At that she took a swift stride forward, and a lightning-fast jab seared straight in toward her larger opponent's face. There was a startlingly harsh crack as it struck home, and Brionn had already darted back out of reach. John cried out in surprise and with the pain, raising his hand to his face. He drew it away covered in blood from his badly damaged nose. My mouth fell open as I saw a stream of blood pouring from his nose now, dripping down his chin onto his tee shirt. I was as shocked as he was. I'd seen Brionn do this to fifteen-year-olds. She could hit surprisingly fast and frighteningly hard. Her long arms were hard-packed with dense hanks of muscle, and she trained long and hard at her punching, working to build both speed and power. I couldn't stay with her. Even when she play-punched I had to cry mercy. Those long rangy arms of hers looked thin, but they were astonishingly powerful. Her bony fists could inflict a lot of pain very quickly. But I'd never seen her try to tangle with an adult before. Recovering from his shock at the damage down by her first blow, Cousin John lunged at the position in which he'd last seen Brionn. But she'd moved like a flash of quicksilver, and was suddenly to the right of him, from where she sent two more sharp jabs ripping into the right side of his face. The crack of the impacts echoed harshly round the room as John stumbled backward with two deep groans. Again he was staggered by the speed and power of the girl's punches, clutching his cheek. A second stream of blood now trickled from a graze just above his right cheekbone. "I warned you I could hit you hard," Brionn said. "Are you going to give in - or do you want some more?" Again he made a wild lunge for Brionn. Two more bullet-like retorts filled the room as the kid avoided him with ease, then sent two more lightning-fast jabs crashing into his face. I was surprised at the sharp loudness of the impacts. It really sounded like they were doing a lot of damage. The kid could hit so hard! John moaned in pain as a third cut opened up above his left eye. Almost in desperation, he grabbed a wooden tray from the table to try to protect his face. I saw Brionn's fist lance forward to strike the center of the upraised tray. With an explosive crash, her bony fist passed right through it, shattering the quarter-inch thick wooden tray into two jagged halves! And her fist kept right on going, to drive heavily into John's face. I gasped as the two halves of the tray clattered to the floor. Brionn's punches were HARD. At once Brionn took a step back and powered a heavy kick into the larger man's midriff, doubling him over in pain. And this time she did not dart away. She planted her legs a yard apart, and used this base to uncoil a sequence of four big punches into both sides of John's head. I gasped. I'd never seen Brionn hit anyone that hard before. I'd seen her send shots like that into her punch bag, and they'd been awesome then. The punchbag was as heavy as she was, but her big punches had sent it flying. She could pour every ounce of power from her legs, waist and shoulders into her heavy punches. And that was a lot of power. I'm certain I heard the bones in John's head rattle as those punches went in. He groaned hopelessly. Winded and half-blinded, he was unable to do anything at all to stop the kid's powerful punches driving into him. The sound of the blows landing was awesome. And I could tell from John's moans of pain just how much they must hurt. When Brionn just play-punched with me, the pain those bony fists could impart was shocking - and then she had been hitting with barely a fourth of the power she was using now. I winced as each fierce blow crashed home. John's whole body was rocked by the startlingly heavy impacts. I could barely believe my eyes. Brionn was really giving this guy a beating! After landing the fourth punch, Brionn stepped back a pace, her large fists still tightly clenched. I was shocked to see how much damage she'd done to the big man. He was stumbling blindly cross the room, clearly finding it all he could do just to stay on his feet. Brionn's huge blows seemed to have disorientated him completely. He lifted his head, and I was shocked. His face was streaming with blood and swollen with rapidly darkening bruises. He seemed to be trying to focus his gaze on Brionn, but was hampered by the stream of blood running into his left eye. He spit a broken tooth out onto the floor. "Have you had enough yet?" Brionn asked sternly. "I can give you a lot more of the same if I want to. I can hit as hard as people twice my weight when I get focussed." "You little bitch!" John lumbered, half-blinded, toward her voice. But he was met by three more scything punches from the powerful eleven-year-old. Brionn frowned in concentration as she ripped them in. All three went crashing unerringly into his face, the noise of the impacts so loud, I feared it would be heard across the road. The blows sent him stumbling helplessly across the room, his groans almost as loud as the impacts of Brionn's fierce punches. His face was starting to look like raw meat now as the girl's stony fists tore into it. Again she halted her onslaught, but only to send a heavy kick into the base of his ribs that sent him crashing noisily to the floor. Brionn watched him for a moment as he lay there gasping for air. "Get up!" she ordered. "No. Please!" John mumbled. "Don't hit me any more. You're too fast for me. You hit too hard!" I saw a smirk of satisfaction pass across Brionn's face. "Then what do you say to me?" she demanded. "Sorry." John said. "I'm sorry for opposing you." I was astonished at the sudden change in John. I'd never have believed I'd see him say this to a kid. "You'll respect me in future?" Brionn went on. "You'll do exactly as I say?" John mumbled something inaudible. "I didn't hear you," Brionn's voice had an intimidating edge of menace. "Will you do as I say or not?" "Yes. Yes!" He growled. "Right. Then stand up. I'm going to tie your hands." Slowly, he obeyed, as Brionn tied his hands behind his back. "What are you going to do now?" I asked. "Now," she said, "I'm going to put him in his car and drive him back home. I'm sure he won't want to be seen out like this." "You can't drive my car!" he said. "Wanna bet? I can probably drive it better than you can. Now where are your keys?" "You can't drive my car!" Brionn frowned. "Do you want me to unload a few more hits on you?" Her long fingers closed into blocky fists once more as she took a step back. "I'm feeling real strong, so maybe we'll go for six this time.." "No. No!" he said, nodding toward his left hand pocket. "The keys are there. But please take care of my car.." Brionn led him outside. I heard her order him to lie down on the back seat while she tied his legs together. I heard the doors slam. The car started up, and then it was gone. It was three that afternoon before Brionn returned. She looked the same as before, completely unmarked. She grinned as she threw John's car keys onto the table. "You drove his car back?" "Yeah. I left it at the supermarket. He can pick it up in a day or two. I didn't tell him I was bringing his car back until we got to his place. He was not happy." "Did you untie him?" "Not at first. I carried him in the house over one shoulder." She made a solid muscle with her right arm. "I enjoyed that. It reminded him how strong I am, and that I'd still got a lot of strength left if he was thinking about making any trouble. I put him on his bed, told him I was bringing his car back here, then loosened his bonds a little. He should have freed himself by now." "Weren't you stopped on the road?" I asked. "No. I can look very mature if I want to, and I'm wearing my shades. And I drive better than most guys. No-one noticed. It was so cool." "But what if he tells someone.." "What? He's going to tell everyone that he got the crap beat out of him by me?" Brionn grinned, flexing her arm again to produce a surprisingly large, solid bicep. "I don't think so."