Amy humiliates a 400 pound heavyweight wrestler out for revenge.

George is very smart, and the heavyweight wrestler for the school's wrestling team. That is all George has going for him, because he is not very good looking, and his 6 foot 2 inch frame, weighed 378 pounds. When kids gave the wrong answer in class, he made fun of them and gave the correct one. He especially liked to shame the dumb jocks. They had everything going for them, looks, athleticism, muscular bodies, and pretty girls hanging on their arms. So knowing the right answer when they didn't have a clue, made him feel superior. But that superior attitude of his is what started all of his trouble.

Dennis is the star athlete at school, and does alright in all of his subjects, except math. In math, he is completely lost. Amy, his girlfriend and head cheerleader, is the prettiest and sexiest girl George has ever seen. Amy is 5 foot tall and weighs 89 pounds. She has shoulder length light brown hair, bright grey eyes, ample breasts, fine looking legs, a firm gorgeous ass, and a pretty smile on a very beautiful face. In George's opinion, Dennis treated Amy like shit. So making a fool out of Dennis in math class, made George feel really good.

Today George is ecstatic. He has made a fool out of Dennis twice in math class, and Amy even laughed at him once for giving the wrong answer. That of course really made George's day. Then, while sitting in the cafeteria eating his lunch, he had seen Amy and Dennis arguing. A few more heated words were exchanged, and Amy stormed off with tears in her pretty grey eyes. He had gone after her to console and comfort her, and she told him he was sweet. Yes, today George was sitting on top of the world.

But, his world was about to come crashing down all around him. George had been on the planning and decorating committee for the home coming dance, so he was expected to be there. He was behind the table filling cups with punch when he seen Amy storm off in anger again. This time she came straight to him. "Will you take a walk with me George? I have to get out of here for a while, and I don't want to be alone. You were so nice to me the last time and I really need someone to talk to. So will you please come George?"

"Sure Amy, I would be happy to." He got someone to cover for him, and he and Amy left for a walk outside. With Amy hanging on his arm, he paid no attention to where they were going. She guided him to the back of the school, and out to the tree line just off of school property. He was agreeing with everything she said and basking in the glory of being alone with his dream girl. So when Dennis and three of his friends jumped out from the trees and grabbed him, he was totally taken by surprise.

He looked at Amy and screamed, "RUN AMY AND GET HELP!" And was confused when he seen a large grin on her pretty face. "Are you really that stupid George, that you thought I "WANTED" to be with you? You are pretty dumb for the smartest kid in school. This whole thing has been a set up from the beginning fat boy, and you fell right into it. I'm tired of you making fun of Dennis too, so I was happy to play the sad, mistreated girlfriend and sucker you in. And it worked perfectly fat ass, because here you are."

"Yeah Georgie Porgy," Dennis said smiling. "you're not so smart after all. You shouldn't have made a fool out of me in math class fat boy, because now you're going to pay for it. I'm gonna kick your fat ass good, and humiliate you while Amy watches and laughs." George was held by two of the boys, while Dennis and the other boy beat him up pretty bad. Then all the boys stripped off his clothes and spray painted his large body. "Stupid Fat Ass" on his front, and "Fat Ass Loser" on his back. Amy laughed at his predicament, and made fun of his fat body and little dick throughout his torture. They tied him up with his own clothes, and left him there crying as they walked off laughing.

The only thing on his mind after that, was revenge. He began using the weight room to get his body in better shape. Six months later, he weighed 402 pounds, and a lot of it was solid muscle. His stomach was still large, but it wasn't all fat anymore. And his arms and thighs were very muscular and very thick. He made his plans and waited for Friday night. Amy was first on his list, because she had happily participated in his humiliation and lured him into the trap. The boys would get theirs after he had shamed and humiliated her.

Friday night arrived, and George was as excited as a young boy at Christmas time. Amy would be on the side lines cheering for the boys basketball game. After it was over, they would shower and change back into their street clothes, before going to the young peoples hangout to celebrate. Amy was so vain about her appearance, that she was always the last one out of the girls locker room. The school would be empty, so there would be no one to rescue her. It was payback time.

George was waiting in the wrestlers training room which Amy would pass on her way out of the school. As he had expected, all of the other girls had gone, and there was no one left in the school but him, Amy, and the assistant janitor. The assistant janitor just happened to be a very large boy that had been belittled when he had attended school here two years ago. After hearing George's plan, he had been happy to help. He knew how it felt to be ridiculed.

He heard the girls locker room door open, and looked out. Amy was headed his way wearing cut off jeans and a short sleeveless tan colored tank top. He waited for her to pass by with a large grin on his face. She was going to be very sorry, she had helped make a fool out of him. As she passed the open door, George reached out and grabbed her wrist and pulled her into the room. He shut the door and rang the emergency bell with one short blast. The janitor's signal to lock the door from the outside. He turned to Amy and smiled as she was screaming at him.

"WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING GEORGE?" "I better hear a good explanation for this, or you are in serious trouble." "Oh there's a good explanation for what I'm doing bitch, but you're not going to like or enjoy it. I've waited six months to pay you back for your treachery, and tonight I'll have my just reward. You'll find out just how it feels to be humiliated and shamed when I'm through with you. So shut your mouth bitch, I'm in charge now."

"The door is locked from the outside and you can't get out. The assistant janitor is a friend of mine, and he won't open it until I ring the emergency bell again. It has to be rang with the code we agreed on, so it won't help you to ring it. No one else is in the school Amy, so you're trapped. Now you know how I felt when you and your friends pulled your funny little prank." George pulled off his sweats and Amy's mouth dropped open at she seen his muscles.

"Yeah Amy, I have muscles. I've worn baggy sweats for six months now, to hide the fact that I've built up my body for this day. If you had ever attended a wrestling match, you would have noticed. But us wrestlers are not good enough for miss high and mighty to waste your precious time watching. Dennis and his friends are next, but you have the privilege of going first. I'm not going to spray paint you or break any bones, but I am going to beat the shit out of you and give you a very humiliating spanking. My friend even brought me a wooden paddle that his Father used to use on him and his brother when they were bad. Your lying treacherous ass is mine, and I'm going to enjoy beating it."

Amy was standing there with her hands perched on her hips. She was tapping her foot and smiling at the very large muscular wrestler. "What the hell are you smiling at bitch? I'm not bluffing. I'm going to hurt and humiliate you just like you did me six months ago." "I'm smiling because what I told you six months ago is still true. For such a smart kid, you are awful stupid sometimes. And this is your biggest and most stupid mistake yet. You really messed up fat boy."

"You're a wimp Georgie. And I don't care how many muscles you have, you'll always be a wimp. Being a Heavyweight wrestler doesn't worry me at all boy, because I'm going to whip your fat ass. The humiliation you experienced six months ago will seem like a party after I'm through with you." Amy removed her shoes and socks and the small carry all around her waist, filled with her make up. She backed up to the wrestling mats and beckoned him to her with her fore finger. "You must be delusional bitch, if you think you can beat me. Look at the difference in the sizes of our bodies. I'll break you in half without reaching a sweat." "Then quit running your mouth wimp, and step over here a prove it to me."

If the bitch wanted to commit suicide, then George was happy to oblige her. He approached the pretty brown haired girl with hate in his eyes and revenge in his heart. His 402 pounds against her 89 was a slam dunk for the angry heavyweight, and he was going to savor the moment. His large frame charged at the petite girl to grab her in a spine breaking bear hug. Amy side stepped to her right and slapped the back of his head as he missed her and went by..SMACK.

Rage filled his face as he turned and charged her again while screaming at the top of his lungs. Amy faked left, and then went right and slapped him again as he passed..SMACK..Being slapped, really pissed the bulky young man off so he began swinging powerhouse punches at the bitch to pile drive her to the floor. Amy was way to fast for his heavy body to catch up to as she dodged and swayed around all of his thunderous attempts. This just made him more angry and more determined.

The bone crunching punches kept coming, and they kept missing as the young girl fighter danced away from them. He was getting more and more agitated with each miss, and the fucking bitch was smiling and taunting him. "Like I said Georgie, once a wimp, always a wimp. You couldn't hit me if I closed my eyes fat ass. You're just a loser and that's all you'll ever be. I'm going to show you just how big of a loser you are, you pathetic fat ass wimp."

George's thick muscular body was built for close up fighting where he could use his great strength and weight advantage like he did in his matches. It was not good for chasing his quarry and throwing huge massive punches that continuously missed. He was finding that out as he tired very quickly. His punches were getting much slower, and his breathing was becoming labored. Amy on the other hand, was still fresh and about to teach the large muscular boy a very painful lesson.

She noticed how her open hand slaps had irritated him into going crazy trying to hit her. His massive bulk made his punches so slow she could easily avoid them. She didn't want him to think about getting her in the floor for a wrestling match. He was much to big for her to have a ground war with. At least not yet. After he had tired himself out trying to punch her, she would teach him a lesson on the mats. But for now, she had to keep him thinking fist fight.

She decided to drive him over the edge by slapping the shit out of him when ever the opportunity presented itself. She was going to bitch slap his fat ass and humiliate him while she sweetly smiled and taunted his pitiful efforts. That should do the trick. If she was humiliating him with hard slaps, his mind would stay focused on trying to hit her back. And her taunting his punches should anger him enough to make him try harder.

George threw a heavy right at the bitch he hated, and it missed badly.."SMACK!" Amy bitch slapped him with her own right. "If you fight like this against the boys wimp, you're in deep shit." With murder in his eyes, George tried a left and right roundhouse trying to take her fucking head off and shut that smart ass mouth. Amy ducked them both.."SMACK!"..her left slap made his jowls bounce on his chubby face. "Your pathetic punches seem to miss me a lot fat boy."

Her slaps were stinging his face and totally pissing him off. He went out of his mind throwing sledge hammer punches at the bitch but he just couldn't connect.."SMACK!".."SMACK!"..Amy's right and left turned his face completely red. It was partially from her bitch slaps and partially from his rage and embarrassment. "Pay attention wimp, that's the way you do it." Another wrecking ball right was dodged by the female warrior.."SMACK!".."SMACK!".."SMACK!"

"Do you see just how pathetic you are, you fat ass wimp?".."SMACK!" "I'm going to beat you so bad you'll beg me to quit".."SMACK!" "You're going to be crawling on your knees and pleading with me to let you out of here".."SMACK!" "Your face is going to be a swollen mess, and you will be crying like a baby when I'm through with you".."SMACK!" "You'll be so frightened of me you will piss your pants".."SMACK!" "You're punches are feeble and weak wimp".."SMACK!" "I would say you hit like a girl, but I'm doing just fine".."SMACK!"

His face was really hurting now, and he was becoming exhausted. He had to grab her and get her to the floor. That was his only option. Amy was elated. Her tactics had worked just as she thought they would. His mighty frame was stumbling around, and his heavy punches were getting very feeble. His face was red and slightly swollen from her bitch slaps, and the look of bewilderment he had, told her he was confused and losing courage with every miss. He would soon be putty in her female hands.

In desperation, George lunged at Amy and managed to grab her right hand in his left. A big grin spread across his red face. He reached for her with his right and she automatically raised her left to ward him off. Their fingers became laced together and his grin got even bigger. "I'VE GOT THE BITCH!" He said to himself. Now she can't dodge and get away from me. My revenge is finally here. He applied pressure to her fingers as he laughed out loud.

His inner celebration was short lived as his large grin turned to shock and disbelief. His muscular right arm was bending at the elbow, and his huge fingers were being bent back. He was right handed and he knew that Amy was too. His arm was four times the size of hers, yet he was losing a test of strength with his strongest arm against her weaker one. During his confusion, Amy had yanked her right hand out of his grasp, and grabbed the top his left hand. Pushing down on it bent his wrist and brought considerable pain to that hand also. She began laughing at him.

This could not be happening. His revenge was within his grasp, and it was slipping away. Six months of training and lifting to change his flab to muscle, was about to go down the drain. It seemed impossible, but the young girl that weighed less then one quarter his massive weight, was proving to be stronger then him. When his knees buckled, his shock and confusion turned to fear. He put everything he had into fighting back, but it was useless.

All that energy spent chasing her, and all the missed punches while she slapped him silly, had sapped his mighty strength. The pain in his wrists was becoming unbearable as he began to whimper. When his knees hit the floor, he screamed out in despair. "NOOOOO!" "NOOOOOO!" "NOOOOOOOOOOO!" Amy held him on his knees while she laughed and taunted the heavyweight wrestler she had just put down. "I told you Georgie boy. Once a wimp, always a wimp. You're mine now you pathetic fat ass loser. I'm going to humiliate you, until you beg and cry just like I predicted."

She applied more pressure to his wrists and his head dropped to the floor at her feet while he screamed out in pain. Amy moved her right bare foot to his face and he turned it away. A quick burst of power to his wrists made him scream louder. "Don't move that face again wimp, or I'll really give you pain." "GOT IT?" She asked, as another burst of power hit his wrists. "YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!" "Good boy loser. Now turn that ugly face back over here."

He turned his red face back to her and she rubbed her bare foot over his mouth and nose. About five seconds of that was all he could take before he turned his head again in disgust. A high pitched scream escaped his lips as the pain increased from another burst of power. "I warned you fat ass." Amy dropped his right hand and grabbed him by the hair. She pulled his head up and stuffed it between her legs in a standing head scissors.

She grabbed his left arm to hold it while she changed her grip with her right hand. Then his left arm was bent up his back in a hammerlock. Reaching down, she took hold of his right arm again, and bent it behind his back too. Loud piercing screams were heard again, as she jerked his large arms up his back and crushed his skull with her strong legs.

"Awww, is the little girl hurting the big bad muscle wimp? I'm going to hurt you a lot fat boy, so get used to it." After a few minutes of torturing his arms and head, and listening to his whimpering screams, Amy turned him lose and stepped back. "You wanted to beat the shit out of me muscle head, so get your fat ass up and try it." George slowly climbed to his feet and raised his fists. He ignored the pain in his massive arms that she had inflicted on him, and he was slightly dizzy from having his head crushed.

Amy decided it was time to show him who was boss. He needed to be put in his place and her female fists was going to put him there. His slow lumbering punches were easy to avoid, while she delighted in taking him apart. George tried to mount an offense and defend against her punches, but she was so damn fast..SMACK..his eye was hurting. A mighty right and left with bodily harm behind them missed their mark.. SMACK..his nose hurt.

A heavy handed three punch combination was fired at Amy and she easily evaded them..SMACK..SMACK..his mouth was busted, and his other eye hurt. A jab was missed, another jab missed..SMACK..his eye was cut and swelling. A right cross didn't connect, a left hook was dodged..SMACK..his chin was in pain. A right roundhouse was ducked, another jab avoided, a straight right was slipped..SMACK..his nose was broken and he whimpered loudly.

"This is fun!" Amy thought to herself. She had never been in a fight before, but she had watched quite a few boys fight one on one, trying to bend the other to his will while he showed off his fighting prowess. She understood the thrill they must have felt, because she was having a ball making a fool out of muscle head. And it was so easy too. He couldn't fight for shit, and she could hit him any time she wanted to. And his thick muscular arms were getting weaker by the moment. She smiled, thinking about the beating she was going to give the muscle bound wimp.

Fear was beginning to show on George's face. This was not going like he had pictured it in his head. For six months he had dreamed about this moment, and what he would do to the treacherous bitch. But his dreams had turned into an awful nightmare. And the reality of the nightmare was painful and humiliating. She was hurting him with her punches, and making him look like a fool. He had to do something, or he would be ridiculed and shamed worse then the last time, by a "GIRL!"

George became desperate. His punches were thrown wildly and as quickly as he could deliver them. Huge fists bent on destruction were coming at the pretty gladiator, trying to grind her into dust. But they were so pitifully slow and awkward, that she easily danced around them all. Amy was learning to turn her young firm body and put her weight behind every punch. Her crisp snapping female fists found their target with astounding regularity. And they hurt.

SMACK..he winced as his eye exploded in pain..SMACK..both lips were split and bleeding..SMACK..his other eye was throbbing and swelling..SMACK..SMACK..two chubby cheeks began to change colors..SMACK..his jaw felt like it had been hit with a hammer..SMACK..SMACK..SMACK..his head snapped back repeatedly..SMACK..a right cross made him stagger back and whimper.

His mighty strength was ebbing fast. Both arms were getting very heavy and hard to keep up. Large trunk like legs were beginning to wobble trying to support his 400 pounds of muscular weight. His hated enemy was smiling and unmarked, and he could tell she was enjoying herself. Those small feminine fists felt like sledgehammers every time they struck him. And he couldn't seem to get out of their way.

SMACK..SMACK..SMACK..SMACK..Amy drove him backwards with authority. His large heavyweight frame was easier and easier to guide where ever she wanted it to go. His thick muscular arms were starting to flop at his sides and became totally useless to the muscle bound wimp. She smiled when she seen his large bulky legs buckle from her precise punching. She owned him and she knew it. He was going down hard.

SMACK..SMACK..SMACK..SMACK..four hard female fists sunk deep into his slightly flabby stomach, sucking the breath out of him..SMACK..an uppercut dumped him on his huge fat ass. Amy stood over him with a triumphant look on her pretty face. 400 pounds of heavyweight male muscle lie at her feet, and she had put him there with her fists. She had never felt so strong and powerful in her life. She had to have more. She wanted to totally humiliate him.

"GET UP WIMP!" "You wanted this, so get your pitiful ass up and face the consequences. I'm going to beat you like a drum until you're begging me not to hurt your miserable fat ass anymore. You'll be an obedient, whining little puppy when I'm through beating your pathetic muscular body to a pulp. The big bad heavyweight wrestler, will fear the pretty little cheerleader, while he cries and crawls at her feet." "NOW GET YOUR ASS UP BOY, AND FEEL MY POWERFUL FISTS!"

George was scared. The look in her steel grey eyes turned his legs to rubber when he climbed to his feet. That sweet face that he always thought was beautiful, had turned into something hideous and frightening. Absolute fear spread throughout his large muscular body when she came at him. He tried to run to the bell and give the signal to get out and away from her, but she caught him quickly.

Amy grabbed him from behind and wrapped her arms around his and pulled them back. In contrast to their sizes, it looked like baseball bats wrapping around telephone poles, but she held him easily. "Where you going fat ass? Don't you want to play with me anymore? You haven't beaten the shit out of me and gave me my spanking like you boasted you were going to do. In fact, you haven't done anything but whimper while you lie in the floor at my feet."

She put her knee in his back and bent his upper body backwards. His screams of terror were music to her ears. "Awww, is that the big bad muscle bound wrestling wimp I hear screaming like a frightened little girl?" She bent him back further and his screams of pain were louder and longer. Amy laughed right in his ear, while she bent him over more. "Those big muscles of yours don't seem to be keeping me from bending you like a pretzel fat ass. They're worthless boy, just like you."

She threw him into the floor, and leaped on top of him. It looked like a house cat attacking a rhino, but the cat was ferocious and the rhino was afraid. It was time to bend his will and break his spirit. Beating him at his own game would finish him completely. His mighty muscular arms were weak and useless, so it was wrestling time. Amy slipped her feminine arms under his much larger and muscular ones, and clasped her hands behind his thick neck. She was barely able to get her fantastic looking legs around his enormous girth, but she managed it and locked her slim ankles tight.

She applied pressure to the full nelson and her scissor hold and heard the big boy whimper from the pain. He tried to power out of the full nelson, so he could use his mighty arms to free himself from the scissors, but his arms were to exhausted to break her hold. Amy smiled as she poured on the power to both holds and listened to his whining screams. He was putty in her hands and she loved the powerful feeling it gave her. She wanted to hurt him more.

She held him there for over five minutes to drive home the point that she was the stronger of the two. He screamed, whined, and whimpered the whole time, and was close to tears by the time she released him. He flopped over on his stomach, and lie there moaning. Amy stood and picked up both of his huge thick arms. Placing her foot in his back, she pulled and stretched his mighty arms while he screamed out some more. She became giddy with power.

She stepped off of his back, and laid his useless arms across it. They were to numb and painful for him to move. She turned and lifted his trunk size legs and crossed one foot over the other. She sat down on his lower back and wrapped her gorgeous legs around his, holding them in place. She laid back, trapping his big arms on his back with her body, and reached behind her with both arms and cupped his chin in her hands. Amy pulled up on his chin and legs together, causing great pain to his legs, back, and neck. He tried to scream, but it was muffled by her hold.

After a few minutes, she turned his head lose and sat up. Unfolding his legs, she placed each of his feet behind her shoulders and leaned back applying pressure to the Boston Crab. George screamed like a broken hearted little boy as the pain wracked his legs and mighty frame. Amy laughed at his whimpering screams as she poured on the power. His head and useless arms were shaking and flopping while he screamed. Tears of shame and pain began to flow from his swollen eyes.

Amy let him go and stood. She flipped him over to his back, and straddled his barrel like chest. She easily pinned his weak muscular arms to the floor and sat up. "Is that tears I see falling down your fat cheeks wimp? Did the mean little cheerleader make the big bad heavyweight wrestler cry like a baby? Get used to it fat boy, because your going to be crying a lot before I'm done with you. And you can't stop me."

"Now lets work on that ugly mug of yours and see if we can't make you look more handsome." Amy seen the fear cover his frightened face when she raised her female fists. She sweetly smiled and started beating him senseless..SMACK..SMACK..SMACK..SMACK..SMACK..His tears came pouring out like a waterfall and his screams were loud and very high pitched. His cheeks were still so pudgy, that her fists couldn't strike hard enough there. But she had an idea to fix that.

She climbed off of his massive frame and picked up one of his large legs. "I need to go get something to fill out your big mouth, so my hard fists can strike more solid. I don't want you trying to get away, because the fun is just starting wimp. So I'm afraid I'm going to have to hurt your leg so you can't run. I know you'll understand why I have to do this." She smiled as she took his foot in her delicate hands and savagely twisted it hard. He screamed and cried much harder. It was limp when she dropped it and left.

Amy retrieved her tan socks and headed back to George. He was on his belly trying to crawl away, but his arms wouldn't work to help him. She smiled and stomped him in the back.."STOMP!" His big mouth flew open and he wailed like a banshee. Amy sat back down and easily pinned his muscular arms back to the floor again. His bawling mouth was still open with slobbers running out when she stuffed her socks in it. One on each side to firm it up for her punches. She started his beating again.

SMACK..SMACK.."oh yes, that's much better fat boy"..SMACK.."now I can really make you handsome".. SMACK.."anything would be an improvement over what you have"..SMACK.."is it becoming clear to you muscle head, that I'm kicking your ass like I promised I would"..SMACK.."I told you being a heavyweight wrestler didn't worry me"..SMACK.."like I said, you're a wimp"..SMACK.."and you'll always be a wimp"..SMACK..SMACK..SMACK..SMACK..SMACK..SMACK..SMACK

George's face was a train wreck. His eyes were black, blue and swelling shut. His nose was broken, and the cartilage inside was a total mess. Both cheeks were swollen twice their size, and a rainbow of colors. His mouth was split, bleeding, badly swollen, and grotesque looking. There were cuts, bruises and marks all over his chin, jaw, and fore head. He was crying rivers, and scared out of his mind. He was completely broken by the cheerleader.

His spirit, his will, his courage, and his heart had been crushed by the small beautiful cheerleader he hated so much. The only thing left in his massive 400 pound body was fear. Fear of the beautiful brown haired 89 pound "GIRL", sitting on his chest beating him senseless. He prayed she would stop soon and let him go, because he knew he would need her permission to get out of here. She was totally in charge and he wasn't man enough to challenge her. He wept more.

Amy finally stopped beating him and sat back. "That should show you who's boss wimp." Amy removed her socks from his thick swollen mouth. "Had enough fat boy?" "YESSSSSS AMY YESSSSSSS!" "Are you sure muscle head, because I would be happy to continue your lesson." "NOOOOOOO AMY PLEASE NOOOOOOOOOO!" "Good boy. You had better obey every order I give you boy, or I'll beat you within an inch of your miserable life." "GOT IT?" "Yes..Amy..I..un.un.understand.. I'll..ob.bey..wh.what..ever..y.you..s.say..j.just..pl.pl.please..st.stop..h.hitting..m.me..I..c.can't..t.take..anym.more." "Good boy wimp, good boy."

Amy climbed off of him and stood up. "Take off your T shirt wimp, and wipe your face. And quit that damn crying." George removed his T shirt and wiped his swollen, tear stained face. He tried to quit crying, but he was terrified of Amy and she was standing above him tapping her bare foot like she was impatient. "Quit crying fat boy, or I'll give you something to cry about." He finally stemmed his tears but his mighty frame was still heaving up and down with heavy sighs. Amy was satisfied.

"Kiss my bare feet boy, and apologise to me for trying this stupid stunt." George looked down at her bare feet, and his tears started flowing again as he thought about the degrading act she had just ordered him to perform. Amy grabbed him by the hair and roughly jerked his head up with her strong left hand.."SLAP!".."SLAP!".."I SAID QUIT CRYING WIMP!" He tried, but her slaps and anger, frightened him to death. "LAST WARNING FAT BOY, QUIT CRYING OR ELSE!"

He finally got himself under control. "Good boy. Now kiss my feet and do a good job or I will finish the job on your pitiful ugly face." "IS THAT CLEAR?" He shook his battered head yes, and groveled at her feet. His lips were sore, but he was afraid to disappoint her. He placed firm kisses on her pretty toes and the soft smooth skin of her upper foot. Amy made him grovel for quite awhile to show him she was in complete control. He obeyed her totally.

She was satisfied she had broken the heavyweight wrestler, and he would obey her every command. "OK boy, that's enough. Get on your feet." George slowly struggled to his feet, and stood on unsteady legs. Amy placed a finger under his chin and turned and walked toward the bench against the wall. He followed her obediently as she towed him along behind her with one finger. When she reached the bench, she ordered him to remove his shorts and underwear. He began to cry again, but he obeyed her without question.

Amy sat down on the bench, and looked up at him smiling. "Crawl across my lap wimp, so I can give you the bare ass spanking you thought you were going to give me." "Please..Amy..don't..do..this." She shot to her feet..SMACK.."WHEN I GIVE YOU AN ORDER, I EXPECT IT TO BE OBEYED IMMEDIATELY!" SMACK.."UNDERSTAND!"..SMACK.."UNDERSTAND!"..SMACK.."UNDERSTAND!"..SMACK. "YESSSSS I UNDERSTAND AMY!" "THEN GET YOUR 400 POUND WEAKLING ASS OVER MY LAP BOY!"

George crawled across her lap as his tears began to stain his swollen cheeks again. Amy picked up the wooden paddle. It was 18 inches long including the handle, with a striking length of one foot. There was three holes drilled in it that were evenly spaced. Amy took his left arm and shoved it under her firm ass, trapping it there. His right was placed on his back in a hammerlock, which she easily held with her strong left hand. "Time for your spanking fat boy."

Amy brought the paddle down with all of her female strength..WHACK..WHACK..WHACK..WHACK..WHACK..WHACK..WHACK..WHACK..WHACK..WHACK..George howled like a little girl while she turned his bare ass fire engine red. After about fifty strokes, she stopped and dumped his large ass in the floor. She looked down at the heavyweight wrestler that was uncontrollably bawling from the punishment she had inflicted on him, and felt so powerful that her female body tingled.

"Get up." She ordered, as she stood in front of him. George climbed to his feet and stood there with his sobbing head drooped to his barrel chest. "Am I going to have anymore trouble out of you wimp?" "No Miss Amy, you win. I'll never bother you or Dennis again, I swear. I'm sorry I tried to beat you up and spank you, and I'm sorry I came up with this stupid plan. Please forgive me Miss Amy." "OK wimp, put your underwear on and cover that pitiful little dick." "Yes Miss Amy." "Good boy, now follow me."

Having the 400 pound wrestler docile and submissive, while he obeyed her every whim, made her knees weak and her insides melt. And, him calling her Miss Amy out of respect and fear of her, was an intoxicating and very powerful feeling. She discovered she loved dominating someone and having them completely afraid of her. Especially someone the size of George, who should be able to break her like a twig. Dominating a man that big made her feel invincible.

Amy walked over to where she had left her shoes and the little carry all filled with her make up. George followed her like a trained pup. She knew he was not a threat to try and attack her from behind. He was broken and belonged to her, and she was absolutely sure the thought never entered the muscular boys mind. "Lie down and don't move a muscle boy, or I'll beat you again." "Yes Miss Amy." She rummaged through her make up bag and pulled out her pink lip gloss.

She straddled his lower half and began writing on his large chest and stomach with her pink lip gloss. George raised his head to see what she was doing..SMACK.."I SAID DON'T MOVE, NOW STAY DOWN BOY!" She continued writing while the muscular young man obeyed her. When she was finished, she ordered him to his hands and knees. George obeyed without question. She wrote across his back as well, and ordered him to his feet. He stood there waiting for further orders.

Amy checked her writing to see if it looked alright. She smiled as she read it to herself. Across his back she had put, "STILL A FAT ASS LOSER!" His front read, "BEATEN BY AMY!" She was satisfied with her work. "Go pick up my socks and bring them here boy." "Yes Miss Amy." George scurried over and picked up her socks and ran back to her. "Here Miss Amy." "I don't want them you fat ass weakling, put them back in your foolish mouth." "Yes Miss Amy." George stuffed them back in his mouth.

Amy put on her shoes and placed the lip gloss back in her little tote bag. "Get your ass over there and ring that damn bell boy. It's time to get out of here." George scurried over and rang the bell with the pre determined signal. Amy waited at the door for it to open. "Stand still and don't move when that door opens wimp." The door came open, and a large young man a little over 300 pounds, stood there with a big grin on his face.

It evaporated when Amy reached out and grabbed his shirt, dragging him into the room. "So you're Georgie's little helper huh?" She cocked her fist and smiled as a scared look spread over his face..SMACK..SMACK..SMACK..SMACK..SMACK..SMACK..he crumpled to the floor crying. "If you ever pull another stunt like this, I'll see that you are fired." "IS THAT CLEAR YOU PATHETIC WEAKLING?" "Yes ma'am it's clear." "Good boy." "Now gather Georgie's clothes and keep them for him." "UNDERSTAND BOY" "Yes ma'am." "Good." "Lets go Georgie boy."

She grabbed George by the hair, and marched him out of the school wearing only his underwear. When they reached her car she ordered, "GET IN FAT BOY." Tears trickled down his swollen battered cheeks, when he realised what she was going to do. But he climbed into her car without hesitation. Amy drove them to the drive in hang out and dragged him out of the car. She proudly paraded him around the lot while everyone laughed and ridiculed the heavyweight wrestler. His tears were flowing heavily, but he never tried to disobey her. She commanded, he obeyed.

When everyone had seen him, Amy sat down at one of the outside tables. "Remove my socks from your mouth and place them up on the table wimp." George obeyed. Amy kicked off her shoes and smiled as she looked at him. "Get down there and kiss my feet you weakling. And stay there until I order you to quit." "IS THAT CLEAR WIMP?" "Yes Miss Amy." "Good boy." George groveled at her feet and kissed them while she talked and had fun with her friends. He blocked the laughter and rowdy comments from his mind. He was pleasing his owner, and that was his purpose in life. He was where he was supposed to be. At Miss Amy's feet.