Beaten by my daughter Lisa.

It was my own fault really. It was just my stupid male nature i guess, that made me always want to tease my young adopted daughter Lisa, before i gave her what she wanted. I realize it now, that its way to late, but i wish i had thought about it then. Anyway, this my story.

My name is Richard. Back then i was a 25 year old male, 6 foot 2 inches tall and weighed roughly 200 pounds. My body wasn't solid muscle by any means, but i did exercise regularly so i was in fairly good shape. My wife and i were not able to have kids, so we looked into adopting one, because we both wanted a child very badly.

I am a Lawyer, and my wife worked in an accounting firm, so we had the money and the love, to give some child a good home. After weeks of searching we found the perfect child for us. Her name was Lisa, and she was the sweetest little girl you have ever seen. Lisa was 6 years old. She had blond hair and bright green eyes.

She was living with her mother who liked to party all the time and was tired of not being able to do exactly what she wanted to do because of the problem of having to care for a kid. We happen to meet her one night at some friends of ours house, and all she talked about was hating the responsibility of raising a kid.

My wife and i explained that we would do anything to have the problem she had. Later, she pulled my wife aside and after a short talk, my wife came to me with her proposition. If we would be willing to formally adopt Lisa, she would let us have her and good ridenses. Six weeks later we had the child we always wanted.

Everything was perfect. We had a child to share our love with, and she seemed to be very happy with us also. Never having had much, she was delighted to have her very own room, her own TV, and toys of all kinds, she never dreamed she would ever have. We took her shopping for a whole new wardrobe, and she was the happiest little girl in the world. She was never a problem of any kind and life seemed great for us all. Little did i know that things were about to change drastically.

I had been working on a tough case all week, so when the weekend came, all i wanted to do was relax around the house for my two days off. My wife and Lisa were in the kitchen talking, and i was lying on the floor in front of the TV, watching a football game. Lisa came bouncing into the living room hollering daddy, daddy, can we go to the fair?

Mom says its alright with her, so she told me to ask you. I rolled over on my back so i could see her and said, honey, daddys really tired, why dont you and mommy go without me. Mommy said she wouldn't go if you didn't daddy, and i really, really want to go, she said.

She came over and sat down on my chest, please, please, can we go? I dont know Lisa baby, daddy is really tired. She jumped up and dropped her tiny little butt down on my chest three times while saying please, please, please. Laughing, i said, OK, OK, i give up, we can go. Her little face lit up with a big smile and her bright green eyes just sparkled. Climbing off of my chest, she ran back to the kitchen screaming, mommy, mommy, we can go. Thats how it started.

As i look back on it now, i should have seen it, but as a parent you just dont see things the same way children do. I assumed her face lit up like it did, because i had changed my mind and given her what she wanted, and made her happy. But to her childish way of thinking, she had forced me to give her her way. It just got worse after that. Anytime she wanted something, she would jump on me where ever i was, and ask for it. My foolish male brain, not seeing what was going on, i made a game out of it.

I would grab her and lay her down on the floor, and tickle her saying, no, you cant have that, or do this, or go there, or what ever. But as you know, kids have boundless energy, so she would keep at me until i finally gave her what she wanted so i could get some peace. Her face would light up just like it did the first time, and off she would go a happy little girl.

By the time she was sixteen things completely got out of hand. My wife and i were having trouble with our marrige, and unknown to me, she was having an affair with a co-worker in her firm, named Jim. She loved Lisa, but having to deal with our marrige was to much for her to take, so she chose Jim over us, and filed for a divorce, and moved in with him. Lisa took it very well, and still seemed happy, even though there was only two of us now.

Thats when my life started to change forever. I did not believe in punishing children, so when i was getting ready to do the dishes one night after supper, i ask Lisa to help me do them. I was tired from a hard week at the firm, so i wanted to get them finished and sit down and relax. She flatly refused and told me to go away. Now i was really tired and on edge, so i grabbed her hand and said, you are going to help me whether you want to or not, young lady.

She kicked me in the shins, and when i reached down to rub the sore spot, she slapped me right in the face. What the hell do you think you are doing young lady, i said. Making you leave me alone was her quick response. All i could think to say at the time was, "WHAT!" I will make you leave me alone if you dont quit bothering me, so go away.

This is ridiculous Lisa. I am your father, and you are my daughter. So do as i say and come help me with the dishes. "MAKE ME!" she said. I stood there stunned for a few seconds, not believeing what i had just heard. Your going to help me i said, again grabbing her hand. This time she punched me in the stomach. It hurt a little, and it surprised me a lot. I stood there staring at her until she punched me in the stomach again. I reached for her with both hands to hold her and stop this nonsence.

She kicked me in the shins again, and this time as i bent down, she punched me right in the nose. Shock registered on my face as i felt my nose and noticed it was bleeding. I knew i had to get away from her or i was going to do something i would regret, so i said, just forget it, and walked back to the kitchen. It got worse after that. Only i didn't realize just how bad it was going to get.

The only explanation i can come up with now, was that she must have been watching Professional Wrestling and boxing on the TV in her room. Because all of a sudden she knew wrestling holds of all kinds, and how to apply leverage to use them on someone. And how to throw a punch. Lisa is very smart and a quick study, after watching someone doing something, she quickly picks it up after seeing it a few times, and is easily able to do it herself.

She came into the living room one Saturday, as i was lying on the floor watching a Baseball game. I am going over to my friend Dana's house for awhile, she said. Her friend Dana just lived down the block and i knew her folks,so her going there was not a problem. But there were certain rules to abide by, so i asked her nicely, have you done your homework? No, she replied, i'll do it tonight before bed. You know thats not how it works Lisa, do your homework now, and then you can go to Dana's.

Not even dreaming what was going to happen next, i was caught completely off guard. She slowly walked around me and dropping both of her knees in the small of my back, she reached over grabbing my right wrist, and snapped my arm up behind my back in a hammerlock. She wrenched my arm as far as she could up my back, as i screamed out in pain. Can i go now she asked, or do you want me to break your arm?

I couldn't believe what was happening, my sweet sixteen year old daughter, was trying to force me to obey her. She had very good leverage and my arm was near the breaking point, so all i could do was scream, "YES" "YES" YOU CAN GO. She calmly stood on her feet and said, thank you dad, and left. I lay there several minutes, wondering what the hell had just happened.

I shut off the TV and sat down in my chair completely stunned. She's only sixteen years old, i said to myself, while you are a fully grown man of 35, how could this have happened for Christ sake. Yes, she jumped you when you were not expecting it, but you still should have been able to control her. She's probably only weighes about 90 pounds or so, while you out weigh her by 110 pounds and are a foot taller then she is. She's just a young girl damnit, and you are a grown man, you must put a stop to this before it gets way out of hand.

So, i sat there and thought about what needed to be done when she came home. As i've said before, if i had been smarter back then, i would have just let it go. But adults dont think that way. I needed to rectify a bad situation, and in my mind it was not going to be a problem to solve it. Boy, oh boy, was i ever wrong.

I heard her come through the door as i was in the kitchen fixing dinner. I turned the burners off, because i figured we needed to have a long talk. I walked into the living room and she was standing near the door slipping off her shoes. I need to speak to you young lady, i said, as i strolled her way. Not now dad, i want to finish my homework before my favorite program comes on.

"NO" Lisa, we have to get something straight right now. I am your father, and as such, i have the athority around here. You are my daughter, which means that you must mind me when i tell you something. As the parent, that is my right. This is my house and while you live here you will follow the rules. Thats just the way it is.

Your to young to move out on your own, because at sixteen you cant get a job, and you dont have any money. You cant run away, because you have no where else to go, so you really have no choice. The sooner you realize that the better off you will be. Now, you may go do your homework and i'll call you when dinner is ready.

You have it all wrong dad, i would never run off or move out of here because i love it here. But as far as me following the rules, or not having any "ATHORITY" in "YOUR HOUSE", or not having any money to do as i please, that is about to change. I was really hoping that you would let pass what happened earlier today, but since you didn't, then you only have yourself to blaim for the consequences.

Lisa came right at me. I tried to grab her and hold her until she calmed down, but she was a whirlewind of movement. Her fists and feet were flying so fast i couldn't grab any part of her. Finally, i was able to grasp her around the waist, but she kept squirming so much, that we fell to the floor. As we hit the floor, she jerked away from me and kicked me in the chest.

She jumped on top of me and started punching me in the face and head, smiling as her young fists connected. I was able to throw her off, but before i could regain my feet, she attacked me again. As we rolled around on the floor, she was like a snarling wild cat. Hands, feet, elbows, and knees were coming at me from all directions, and i was completely on the defensive.

Eventually, i was able to get my leg between us, so i pushed her away from me with my foot and scrambled to my feet. Raising my voice, I said, "STOP THIS RIGHT NOW YOUNG LADY!" Lisa's face had a look of pure hatred spread across it. Her bright green eyes bore into mine, and she calmly stated, you are going to be very sorry you did that dad. I was going to take it easy on you, but now you are going to pay big time.

It sounded outrageous to me that this sixteen year old girl really believed what she was saying to a fully grown 35 year old man. I just looked at her and laughed. "BIG MISTAKE!" She flew at me again, arms and legs flailing away, trying to connect anywhere she could. All i could think was, this is crazy. She collided with me and down to the floor we went again.

This time i was able to grab her arms and pin them to the floor. Holding her there, i tried to talk to her and calm her down. Her legs and feet were still free and she was kicking for all she was worth, trying to dislodge me. Lisa managed to get her feet between us and she was able to kick herself loose. As i fell back on the floor, she leaped on top of me and we were both fighting to gain control.

I was getting winded. As i've stated, i am a Lawyer, and even though i try to stay in decent shape, i never actully do any physical labor. We had been going at it for about 20 minutes now, and i was tiring. But Lisa still seem to have untapped energy she could draw on.

Back and forth we grappled, each trying to gain control of the other. Again i pinned her arms down, but she was able to wiggle free much faster this time. I was tiring quickly, and becoming exhausted. She lept on me again and this time she was able to drive her knees into my stomach, causing the air to rush out of my lungs, and double me up in pain. Lisa stood over me, kicking and stomping anything she could reach.

My head, my back, and my sides were beginning to hurt from those terrible teen feet that were inflicting all the damage she could. Tiring of this, Lisa dropped down and put her arms, around my neck and applied a choke hold I was able to break free in a few secounds, but giving me no respite, she attacked me again. I was totally exhausted now, and she still looked as fresh as she had when we started.

Lisa maneuvered me into sitting up in the position she wanted me. She sat behind me and snaking her young slender arms under my much larger ones, she clasped her hands behind my neck in a classic full nelson hold. Stretching her firm young legs around my waist, and locking her ankles, she also put me in a sissor hold.

The full nelson didn't hurt much, But she knew how to use leverage, and my arms were so tired that i could not break it, and she was able to hold me in it easily. The sissor hold she had however, was another story. Lisa played soccer, so she had very strong legs and ankles for a teen age girl, and she was able to exact excruciating pain. This is where the nightmare, of the rest of my life began.

Hardening my stomach muscles against those solid female legs of hers worked for awhile, but i soon had to let my breath out and suck in another one to keep it up, and each time i did, she gained some room with her sissors. After about 10 minutes of this, she was turning my stomach muscles into mush.

I was feeling agonizing pain as she crushed my ribs and stomach with her firm young legs, and my arms were beginning to turn numb from being held in the same position for so long, in the full nelson she had me in. My mind swam in confusion, because i didn't know what to do to rectify the problem. I had never been in a situation like this before and i was lost on how to solve it.

I remember thinking how ridiculous i felt, receiving all this pain from a full nelson and a sissor hold, rendered by a sixteen year old girl, who was sitting behind me giggling. Embarrassment flushed my face beet red, as the picture of what was happening to me flashed through my mind. Finally, tiring of this hold, Lisa released me and i crumpled to the floor moaning. Thinking my ordeal was over, i lay there wanting to rest and let my body heal itself. Little did i know that it had just begun.

Lisa straddled my chest and grabbed my wrists to pin them to the floor. Fear must have shown in my eyes, because when i braced my arms to stop her, i couldn't. My sweet young blond haired, green eyed daughter, was stronger then i was. Lisa pinned my arms to the floor, bent my arms at the elbows towards my head, and planted her knees across my arms and wrists, pinning me securely to the floor. I told you you were going to pay dad, and your pain is going to start now.

Foolish male that i am, i shouted, "GET OFF OF ME LISA!" My brain just didn't comprehend, that a fully grown, 35 year old male, weighing 200 pounds, was being pinned to the floor by a sixteen year old girl, who was about 90 pounds. And as hard as i tried, i couldn't get up. Lisa was about to show me the error of my ways. She clenched her right hand into a fist and punched me hard right in the eye, "SHUT UP WIMP!" cant you see that i am in charge now. So keep your big mouth shut, until i tell you you can talk.

Not beliveing what i was hearing, i said Lisa, this is ridic..i didn't get the rest out, because she punched me again, this time in the mouth. "I TOLD YOU TO SHUT UP DIDN'T I!", and you had better listen, or the beating i am going to give you will just get worse. Still not thinking straight, i opened my mouth to speak again, and i was about to find out that it was a very, very, wrong thing to do.

You just are not very smart are you dad? So i guess its time i taught you a lesson. SMACK..in the eye..SMACK..in the other eye..SMACK..in the mouth..SMACK..on the nose ..SMACK..SMACK..a combination to my jaw..SMACK..SMACK..SMACK..SMACK..to my cheeks and mouth, are you learning anything yet dad? I struggled to free myself from this vicious young tomboy, but her leverage was perfect, and i just couldn't budge her.

I guess not, she said laughing, so prepare yourself for a very bad beating..SMACK..i think your eye is changing color dad..SMACK..i busted your lip that time..SMACK..oops, broke your nose dad..SMACK..now the other eye is turning black..SMACK..SMACK..SMACK..your face is getting puffy..SMACK..thats gonna leave a mark..SMACK..SMACK..ohhhh i bet that hurt..SMACK.. SMACK..SMACK..SMACK..i like the black and blue color of your eyes dad..SMACK..a final right to my mouth, and Lisa said, "HAVE YOU LEARNED YOUR LESSON YET!"

As ashamed as i am to admit it, i began crying. Ohhhh that won't do dad, we cant let the neighbors hear you crying. Lisa reached over and removed her pink cotton sock from her right foot. She grabbed my chin and squeezing my cheeks, forced me to open my mouth. She stuffed the pink sock in it, warning me as she did so.

"IF YOU BITE MY FINGERS I WILL BEAT YOU SO BLACK AND BLUE NO ONE WILL RECOGNIZE YOU!" Tears flowed from my eyes, as my face flushed from the humiliation of having her sock stuffed into my mouth. I could taste the odor of her foot on my tongue, and it made me cry even harder. There, thats better dad, now we can continue your lesson.

Lisa removed her pink sock from her left foot, and placed it beside us on the floor. I will need that later. Now, where were we? Oh yes, your lesson. Smiling, Lisa swung her hard feminine fists, and punches starting raining down into my bruised face repeatedly..SMACK..SMACK..SMACK..SMACK..SMACK..SMACK..i could feel my face swelling all over, as i cried like a baby..SMACK..You will learn your lesson.

SMACK..you will do as i say from now on..SMACK..you will not hesitate when i give you an order..SMACK..you will not argue with me "ABOUT" any order..SMACK..you will have no thoughts of your own..SMACK..your only thought will be to make me happy..SMACK..any rebelion from you will result in a painful beating..SMACK..SMACK..SMACK.."IS THAT CLEAR WIMP!"

I was pleading with her to stop, but the sock muffled anything i tried to say. I was sobbing uncontrolablly and my body was shaking with fear, of the young teen pinning me to the floor. Not expecting an answer to her rhetorical question, Lisa picked up the other pink sock, and folding it in her hand, placed it on my swollen, battered face, and began to rub it on my nose and mouth. Smiling sweetly, she said, i told you you would pay for pushing me to the floor. Maybe, next time you will know better.

Lisa rubbed the sock in my face for at least 5 minutes, smiling the whole time. I could do nothing but lie there and whimper, while my body wracked with sobs. Lisa had me beaten and completely helpless. My blackened eyes were beginning to close, and i could tell that my lips were split and puffy. The rest of my face was badly swollen and battered. I looked up at her sweet round grinning face, and the tears flowed even faster. Your lesson is about over for today wimp. We will continue it tomorrow.

Rising to her feet, Lisa removed the sock from my mouth. I need to go do some of my homework before my program comes on, and i cant be bothered, so do as i tell you dad, and i wont hurt you much more today. Reaching down and grasping my shirt, Lisa lifted me slightly off the floor.

I'm going to put you to sleep for a while, so i wont be interupted. So be a good little boy and say, good night Lisa. WHAT? Was all that came out of my swollen mouth. Wrong answer dad..SMACK..now say, good night Lisa, she said. Please honey i..SMACK..you really are a stupid little boy wimp. I said, say, good night Lisa. Please Lisa stop th.. SMACK.."SAY IT!"..SMACK.."SAY IT!"..SMACK.."SAY IT!"..SMACK.."SAY IT!"..SMACK.."SAY IT!" ..SMACK.."SAY IT!"..SMACK.

OK.. OK.. p.please (sob) i w.will s.say it L.L.Lisa (sob) just st.st.stop hitting m.m.me (sob). Good boy wimp, now say, good night Lisa. G.G.Good (SOB) n.n.Night (sob) L.L.Lisa. Smilling sweetly at me, as she held me slightly off the floor by my shirt, Lisa drew back her right fist and delivered a haymaker of a punch to my jaw..SMM..ACK.. My sweet sixteen year old, blond haired, green eyed daughter, knocked me out. The last thought that crossed my mind, as unconcousness over took me was, how did she do this?