Beaten by Sherry

Sherry and her two brothers were cleaning up the house so it would be spotless and cheerful when their mother was released from the hospital. She was coming home the next day and Sherry wanted everything to be perfect. Her two older brothers John and Ron, were only helping because Sherry had made them. She had beat them both senseless one day and they now feared her feminine fists.

Because they had grumbled about having to help clean the house. Sherry had forced them to wear her mothers aprons while they cleaned to punish them. John was dusting the furniture with a pink apron around his waist, and Ron was wiping down his mothers ceramic figurines wearing a yellow one. They were very pissed about having to help, but fear of their sister Sherry and her powerful fists, held them in check.

Little Samantha, their ten year old younger sister was running around trying to help where ever she could. She was very happy her mother was coming home. She had missed her very much. Things were better for her now, since Sherry took over her two older brothers. They didn't tease or bully her anymore, because Sherry protected her. But she wanted her mother home.

Sherry had just finished vaccuuming the carpet and was checking around the room to see what else needed to be done. John was now dusting the large coffee table, but other things were on his mind. His friends were down at the YMCA playing basketball, and he and Ron were supposed to be there playing too. Sherry would not let them go until everything was spotless.

While thinking about missing the fun with his friends because he was forced to do womens work, he wasn't thinking straight when little Sam got in his road while she was arranging things on the coffee table. Without thinking he shoved her with his huge arm and Samatha fell on the floor on her small butt. As soon as he did it, fear spread over his body.

He looked up and Sherry was already coming for him with fire in her green eyes. "Wait Sherry, i'm sorry, i didn't mean to do it please i'm sorry." He was backing toward the wall while he was pleading, trying to calm her before she reached him. "Please Sherry, i realy didn't mean it i'm sorry please, NOOOOOOOO." SMACK..SMACK..SMACK..SMACK..SLAM..Sherry drove him into the wall and he slumped to the floor on his butt.

As she was looking down at his spralled body, about to admonish him for his behavior, she heard little Sam scream out, "LOOK OUT SHERRY!" She turned around just in time because, Ron had charged over and was about to punch her in the back of the head. Stepping back, she caused him to miss and she grabbed his arm with her right hand and the back of his head with her left. She slammed him into the wall twice, face first..SLAM..SLAM.

When she turned him loose, he slid down the wall as he turned his body, and ended up sitting next to John on the floor. Sitting on the floor in front of them, Sherry placed her pink socked feet under each of their throats, and began to choke them with her feet. They were struggling to free themselves, but her legs were just to strong.

As their faces turned red from lack of oxygen, Sherry spread her feet to the sides of their heads and pushing them towards each other, smacked their heads together..WHAM..Their large muscular arms dropped to the floor as they passed out. Sherry got up and went to check on Samantha. "Are you alright honey, did he hurt you?" "No, i'm ok Sherry, it did hurt my butt a little though." Sherry checked her small butt and it was red, while a bruise was forming on one side. She became very pissed.

She took Sam to the bathroom and washed it down with warm water, and put some lotion on the bruise to soothe it. She put a piece of gauze over the bruise so the lotion wouldn't stain her clothing. When she was finished she washed her hands as Sam was thanking her for being so nice. "Thank you Sherry, i'm glad you're my sister. I love you." "I love you too Sammy, and i'm glad you're my sister too." They giggled as they left the bathroom.

John and Ron had come to and were talking things over. "Come on John, we were going to jump her some time today anyway, so lets do it now." "I know we was Ron, but i was hoping we could surprise her when we did it. She will be ready for us now." "Yeah well, i'm sick of being treated like a little kid and being at her beck and call all of the time," Ron said. "Me too, she gives Samantha more respect then she does us. We need to put the bitch back in her place," John replied.

"I'm telling you, we just underestimated her last time and we were beaten by the time we figured out she knew something about how to fight. It was a fluke i'm telling you, just a fluke. Look John, you're twenty years old and i'm eighteen. Do we want to do what ever a sixteen year old girl tells us to do the rest of our life. We're both twice her size or more, so lets show her she shouldn't have fucked with us."

"Yeah, with my 5' 11, 192 pounds and your 5' 9, 178 pounds we should be able to take her easy. She probably is only about 5' 3, and 90 to 95 pounds, so it should be a walk in the park. You're right Ron, we have to do something. I'm sick of being treated like a nobody myself. She's been walking around here like a fucking queen or something. But she does hit awful god damn hard for a girl." "Lets just stick together and beat the shit out of the bitch, what do you say John?" "I'm in brother, lets do it."

When Sherry and Samantha returned to the living room, she noticed they had taken off the aprons, and were limbering themselves up. She knew what she had to do and was smiling about it to herself when she spoke to Sam. "Sam, it looks like our brothers need another lesson taught to them so they know who's running things around here. Go sit on the sofa sweety out of the way, so you don't get hurt." OK, what ever you say. Go get em Sherry."

Sherry smiled at her as she removed her pink socks so she wouldn't slip on the carpet, and headed toward her two foolish big brothers. "Looks like you two idiots have forgotten your place. I guess i'll have to show you where it is again. And it's going to be a very painful lesson for you two morons by the time i'm done with you," Sherry told them. "Fuck you Sherry. We're sick and tired of your shit. We think it's about time we showed you who's the men around here," John said. "Yeah Ron agreed, your ass is ours Sherry."

"You two wimps may be male, but you're a long way from being men. In fact, i would say you're closer to being babies." Tired of hearing her fucking mouth flap, Ron charged her from her right side. Shooting out her shaply right leg, she buried her right bare foot deep in his stomach..WHAM.. stopping him dead. As he bent over from the pain, she turned to John on her left and punched him in the mouth..SMACK..and he stumbled back. Turning back to Ron, a left to his right temple..SMACK..put him in the floor.

Facing John with Ron already down, she waisted no time fooling with him. She was still pissed at him for knocking Sam down..SMACK..SMACK..SMACK..SMACK..SMACK..SMACK..she marked up both of his eyes and cheeks and busted his lips. Peeking at Ron, she seen that he was trying to get up, but wasn't breathing properly yet. So she continued with John..SMACK..SMACK..he folded up around her fists as she drilled him in the stomach..SMACK..an uppercut to his chin put him in the floor.

Ron had made it to his feet and was just raising his body when she stepped over and kicked him in the face..SMACK..it knocked him back against the wall..SLAM..While he was still groggy she cut loose on his face with hard fast punches..SMACK..SMACK..SMACK..SMACK..his head was flopping back and forth from the blows. One more to his already quezzy stomach..SMACK..and an uppercut to his chin..SMACK..dropped him again.

John was there about to hit her from behind. She ducked under his mighty punch and let his momentum carry him past her as she stepped around. They were both in her sights now. Ron was still down so John was her main objective. She shot out a jab to his nose..SMACK..another one got him on the jaw..SMACK..a right cross and a left hook were placed on his cheek bones..SMACK..SMACK..and a final right hook to his nose..SMACK..planted him against the wall..SLAM.

As Ron was getting up, another foot to his face..SMACK..flipped his body over and he crashed to the floor again. She stomped on his face with her right foot..STOMP..and then turned to John against the wall..SMACK..SMACK..SMACK..SMACK..SMACK..SMACK..his head was bouncing off of the wall with every punch. A right and left to his stomach..SMACK..SMACK..and a left hook to his jaw..SMACK..caused him to collapse to the floor next to Ron.

"You two are so pathetic. I bet Sam could beat you two little boys. If this is what you idiots call men, then your whole gender is in deep trouble." "Kiss my ass Sherry, it's not over yet. We're just getting started bitch and your luck is about to run out," Ron screamed at her. "That's what i say too Sherry, you fucking cunt, your ass will soon be begging us to leave you alone," John chimed in.

"You two know not to use that kind of language in front of Samantha, so i'm really going to have to punish you now." "GET UP AND GET YOUR BEATINGS PANSY BOYS!" They climbed to their feet and each stepped to a different side trapping her between them. Both threw mighy rights intending to take her head off. Bending her upper body back they both missed and she shot out both fists catching them in their ribs.

As they both bent over slightly from the pain and grunts escaped their mouths, she punched them both in the side of the head at the same time..SMACK..SMACK..A fast hard right to John's mouth..SMACK..standing on her left drove him back a few steps. A hard left quickly followed to the mouth of Ron standing on her right..SMACK..causing him to stumble back also. Again she shot out her shaply leg and drilled Ron in the stomach..WHAM..buring her foot deep. His face turned green and he flopped to the floor gasping for air.

John was chucking what he thought were fast punches with his large muscular arms, but to Sherry they were in slow motion. She danced and dodged around them all smiling as she did so. Seeing her opening, she punched back while taunting..SMACK.."that's how you punch little Johnny"..SMACK.."are you paying attention so you can get it right the next time boy." John threw a mighty roundhouse and she dodged it too..SMACK.."i guess you weren't paying attention wimp"..SMACK.."because you missed me again."

She took a quick peek and seen that Ron had made it to his knees. Back to John she finished him off to attend to Ron..SMACK..SMACK..a right left combination to his guts bent him over..SMACK..the uppercut dumped him on his ass moaning. Going for Ron, she arrived just as he was throwing a haymaker right. She moved her head slightly to the right causing him to miss and grabbed his arm spinning him around toward where John lay in the floor.

Quick rights and lefts sent him reeling back..SMACK..SMACK..SMACK..SMACK..SMACK..his nose was broken and his eye and mouth were cut..SMACK..one more right cross sent him into John struggling to get to his feet. They both crashed back into the floor. "Are you two ready to grovel and admit your nothing but little children, and give up this ridiculuos idea that you are men?" "Fuck you Sherry, i'm going to kill you today," John screamed. "Yeah Sherry, you're dead meat you bitch," Ron threw in.

They got to their feet and was not prepared for Sherry when she stepped to them and punched them both in the stomach simultaneously..SMACK..SMACK..When they bent over from the punch, she grabbed them by the hair and pulled them down further and wrapped her arms around their necks in a headlock. She clasped her hands together and pulled their heads against her sides. They were staring at the floor and her heels.

Alternating legs, she threw her right leg back and over and smacked John in the face with the sole of her right bare foot as she held him with her left arm. Her left leg was thrown back and over, smacking Ron in the face with her left bare foot while she held with her right arm..SMACK..SMACK..SMACK..SMACK..SMACK..SMACK..SMACK..SMACK..SMACK..SMACK..she released them and they crumpled to the floor on their faces.

They were barely coherent when she reached down and pulled Ron to his knees and punched him with an uppercut to the chin..SMACK..knocking him over to the wall. Lifting John to his knees, she punched him with an uppercut also..SMACK..sending him over near Ron. They were semi unconcious when she sat down and braced her back against the wall. She pulled John over near her legs.

With her right leg flat on the floor and her foot resting on it's heel with her toes sticking up, she lifted his head and placed it on her right leg with his face at her foot. Crossing her left leg over and locking her feet together, she trapped his head against her bare right foot in a version of a scissor hold, with his mouth and nose pressed up against her toes and the soft skin of her upper foot. His left arm was trapped between her legs.

She positioned Ron where she wanted him at her right side. She pulled John's right arm back and trapped it between Ron's body and her legs. After she had John situated so he couldn't move anything but his legs, she slipped her right arm around Ron's neck grasping her left arm just above her elbow. Placing her left hand on the top of his head toward the back, she held him in a sleeper hold. Applying presure to the sleeper hold and squeezing John's head, forcing his mouth and nose tight against her foot, she sat and patiently waited for them to go to sleep.

Ron frantically tryed to pull her arm away, but her grip was to secure. His large muscular arms dropped to his sides in about two minutes as he went to sleep. She allowed his body to fall across her legs, keeping John's right arm trapped. John was able to breathe some, but was not getting enough oxygen to his brain with her bare foot mashed tight against his face keeping his nose flattened against her toes and his mouth covered with the soft skin of her foot.

He was struggling less and less and getting weaker every second from lack of oxygen. Eventually his struggles ceased, as she put him to sleep with her pretty bare feet. Sherry sat against the wall resting, and grinning at his feeble struggles to get away from her bare foot, until he passed out.

She got up from the floor and smiled at their sleeping bodys as she went to check on Sam. "How you doing Sammy girl, is your little butt still sore?" "It feels better since you put the lotion on Sherry, thanks again for taking care of me." "your welcome Sam, that's what big sisters do. They watch over their younger sisters and tickle them once in a while," she said as she began tickling Sam. Sam was giggling and flopping around as the two young girls had a ball while their brothers slept.

Ron awoke first and Sherry walked over to the husky young man as he was climbing to his feet. "Had enough little boy, or do i need to prove to you further that your not man enough to stand up to the power of my female fists." He didn't say a word, he just started throwing punches like a mad man. Sherry ducked and dodged, weaved and swayed, and evaded them all while she smiled.

When Ron tired, she struck..SMACK..she laid his eye open and it began to bleed..SMACK..SMACK..his cheeks were beginning to swell..SMACK..his lips busted and swelled..SMACK..his other eye began to swell..SMACK..SMACK..his stomach turned softer..SMACK..a right hook to his jaw and he collasped to the floor at her feet, whimpering. "Does that convince you wimp, that it's useless to challenge my feminine power with those pathetic male arms you have?"

He managed to get to his feet and started firing punches right and left trying to connect with anything. Sherry danced for a bit and then stood toe to toe with the husky, muscular young man and duked it out with him. She blocked his heavy right and popped him in the mouth again..SMACK..she blocked his hard left and batted down his free swinging right..SMACK..SMACK..a left and right of her own bruised up his chin more.

He threw another right and left combination and she batted them away also..SMACK..she cut his other eye..SMACK..his broken nose began to wheeze..SMACK..SMACK..his stomach caved in..SMACK..his mouth exploded in pain..SMACK..SMACK..SMACK..SMACK..four sharp punches to the middle of his face put him on his back, spread eagled and crying. "I knew those tears were ready to come little man, and the begging won't be far behind." "K.Kiss.. m.my.. ass.. Sh.Sherry.. i.. w.won't.. b.beg.. you.. b.b.bitch."

"Oh you'll beg alright Ron my little man, and you will plead and cry and take long naps before i'm through with you. Then you will grovel and beg some more while you kiss my pretty feet pleading with me not to hurt you anymore." "F.Fuck.. y.you.. Sh.Sherry.. i'll.. b.beat.. y.you.. if.. it's.. t.the.. l.last.. th.th.thing.. i.. do.. b.b.bitch." "The last thing you will do weakling, is sleep for quite a while after i take you apart with these," she replied as she showed him her firm hard fists.

"NOW GET YOUR WORTHLESS ASS UP, BEFORE I BEAT YOU RIGHT THERE IN THE FLOOR YOU SISSY!" Ron gained his feet, but was standing on unsteady legs. Sherry decided to toy with the large bulky young man, to prove to him that he was helpless against her, and to play with his foolish male mind that thought men were the dominate sex. She was going to enjoy breaking him down.

She stood in front of him with a big smile on her pretty face and her soft hands perched on her slim female hips. Ron delivered three heavy handed punches and she batted them down and slapped him in the face and then back handed him..SLAP..SLAP..then placed her hands back on her hips. He tried four ham like fist punches, and she repeated the blocking and the slapping..SLAP..SLAP..It became a routine as he stood in front of her trying to take her head off while she made a complete fool out of him..block..block..block..block..block..SLAP..SLAP..hands on hips..block..block..SLAP..SLAP..hands on hips.

He tried harder..block..block..block..block..SLAP..SLAP..hands on hips..block..block..SLAP..SLAP..hands on hips..block..SLAP..SLAP..hands on hips..block..block..block..SLAP..SLAP..hands on hips..block..block..block..block..SLAP..SLAP..hands on hips..block..block..SLAP..SLAP..hands on hips..block..SLAP..SLAP..hands on hips..block..block..block..block..block..block..SLAP..SLAP..hands on hips.

It was working. His arms were getting tired and she could tell his mind was swimming in confusion. The determined look on his face had changed to fear and shame. He looked totally lost as he repeatedly tried and was made a fool out of..block..block..SLAP..SLAP..hands on hips..block..block..block..block..SLAP..SLAP..hands on hips..block..SLAP..SLAP..hands on hips..block..block..block..SLAP..SLAP..hands on hips..block..block..SLAP..SLAP..hands on hips.

He began sobbing loudly as he became more frustrated. His fear and shame increased, and humiliation spread over his face as he felt completely helpless against his sixteen year old sister that was less then half his size. She was proving to him that he wasn't a man at all, while she handled him like a small child...block..block..SLAP..SLAP..hands on hips..block..SLAP..SLAP..hands on hips..block..block..block..block..SLAP..SLAP..hands on hips. He tried to raise his big muscular arms again, but they just wouldn't obey him.

His mighty shoulders on his huge frame, slumped down in defeat, and his masculine head drooped to his barrell like chest in shame. He cryed like a baby, as humiliation spread across his battered face. His courage deserted him, and his spirit was destroyed, as he stood there a broken man with no will left to fight. His large muscular body was shaking, and his thick male legs and swollen lips were trembling, as the beaten, degraded young man stood there in fear, waiting for Sherry to put him in his place.

Sherry put her left hand under his chin and gently raised his sobbing head with her slim feminine fingers. Her smile, that had been on her pretty face the whole time, was wasted on him, because he couldn't look her in the face. She slowly raised her right female fist and snapped it forward, punching him straight in his swollen, tear stained face..SMMM..ACK. He left his feet, and flew back to land hard on the floor sound asleep, a short distance from where he had been standing.

Sherry looked at John and he was just coming around. She walked over to him and spoke. "About time you got up sleepy head. You've been out quite a while and missed all of the fun. Did you have a nice relaxing nap little man?" "I'M GOING TO KILL YOU BITCH, FOR KEEPING ME PINNED WITH YOUR DISGUSTING BARE FEET. I CAN STILL SMELL THEM. YOU'RE DEAD YOU FUCKING BLOND BIMBO BITCH!" "Wrong word to use Johnny boy, now you've made me angry."

"I'm going to beat you until you beg me to let you smell and lick my feet weakling. So prepare yourself to be crawling at my feet like a little puppy sniffing and lapping your heart out so i won't beat you any more." "THAT AINT NEVER GOING TO HAPPEN BITCH!" "Remember you said that when your nose and mouth are on my feet with fear in your eyes wimp." John charged at her with his face filled with rage. His thick muscular arms firing missles of destruction.

Sherry began to dance on those pretty bare feet that John hated so much, smiling as she thought of the humiliation she was going to put her older, bigger brother through when she was finished beating him senseless and he was begging. John's large male arms threw punch after punch at the young blond gladiator trying to cave her skull in. Twenty, thirty, forty punchs were chucked at her pretty blond head with the force of a bull dozer behind them, and they all missed their mark while she danced.

His adrenaline ran out and his mighty punches became slower and slower. Sherry decided it was time to take the offensive side for a while..SMACK..his nose was broken..SMACK..his eye began to swell..SMACK..SMACK..his cheeks were changing color..SMACK..his other eye was cut and swelling..SMACK..his mouth exploded with pain and blood..SMACK..SMACK..his stomach folded itself around her hard female fists..SMACK..the uppercut seemed to knock his jaw offline and dumped him in the floor crying.

Not waiting for him to get up because she was totally pissed at the bulky young man, she dragged him to his feet and slammed him against the wall..SLAM. Stepping back a step, she blasted his head back and forth, and up and down, while he was helpless to stop the irrate blond male destroyer..SMACK..SMACK..SMACK..SMACK..SMACK..SMACK..SMACK..SMACK..his face was turning into a swollen, battered, multi colored mess, and she kept pounding him..SMACK..SMACK..SMACK..SMACK..SMACK..SMACK.

He was asleep on his feet and had been for sometime. His broad muscular arms hung lifeless at his sides, and his thick masculine legs were buckled and trembling. But Sherry was teaching him a lesson he would never forget..SMACK..SMACK..SMACK..SMACK..SMACK..her punches kept him upright so he couldn't slump to the floor. SMACK..SMACK..SMACK..SMACK..his eyes were black and closing fast. His nose was trying to get air through the busted cartilage and wasn't to sucessful.His mouth was over sized and bleeding quite a bit. His cheeks were purple and blue and swollen like a balloon.

SMACK..SMACK..SMACK..SMACK..Sherry finally stopped and stood back to watch, as the large muscular young man toppled forward to slam into the floor at her feet. Still pissed, she slapped him awake with her right bare foot. "GET YOUR ASS UP PUSSY, I'M NOT THROUGH WITH YOU YET!" John tried to get to his feet, but his thick legs wouldn't cooperate. He fell back down three times, sobbing like a young child. He finally made it on the fourth try, but he was standing on wobbly legs that threatened to fold up any second.

Tired of waiting, Sherry grabbed his shirt with her left hand and curled her strong feminine fingers in it to hold him up. Jerking him to her to hold him steady, she continued to destroy her older brothers face and body with her hard right female fist..SMACK..SMACK..SMACK..SMACK..SMACK..SMACK..SMACK..SMACK..his own mother was not going to recognise him tomorrow when she came home. All of his facial features were swollen out of proportion and bleeding very badly. His rearranged face was a rainbow of colors.

Sherry finally let his shirt go and he again slammed into the floor at her feet sleeping like a baby. Before she walked away from him, she kicked him a few times in the ribs and back. Her anger cooled down so she went to see Sam and asked if she would like some lunch. "Sure Sherry, what have we got?" "I don't know sweety, lets go take a look." They calmly went to the kitchen to eat lunch while their two older brothers slept in the floor where Sherry had put them with her fists.

They discovered some deli meats in the fridge and Sherry built them a sub sandwich with ham, turkey, and roast beef. Together with chips and some cherry flavored juice, they had a party, laughing and giggling with each other. Sherry cleaned up their mess and they went back to the living room. Ron was awake and kneeling on the floor where she had knocked him out with his head hanging down to the floor.

His large male body was shaking with great sobs as he knelt there and cried. Hearing the two girls come back into the room, he raised his battered, tear stained swollen face, and seen Sherry coming toward him. His multi colored face turned ashen as his black eyes grew as big as saucers. He threw his ham sized hands out in front of him and they were shaking while he pleaded.

"NOOOOOO.. no.. m.more.. Sh.Sh.Sherry.. pl.pl.please..(sob) i.. g.give.. up.. you.. are.. th.th.the.. b.b.boss..(sob) i'll.. m.mind.. y.you.. fr.fr.from.. n.now.. on.. Sh.Sherry..(sob) pl.please.. d.don't.. h.h.hit.. m.me.. anym.m.more..(sob) i.. g.give.. up.. pl.please"..(sob) "You will obey every order i give you without hesitation little boy" she asked? "YESSSSSS.. Sh.Sherry.. anyth.th.thing.. you.. s.say.. (sob) i.. g.give.. up.. y.you.. w.win.. Sh.Sherry.. y.your.. t.the.. b.b.boss." (sob)

"Stay on your hands and knees weakling, and follow me to the sofa." "NOW MOVE WIMP!" She turned, and the broken young man crawled after her obediently. Sherry reached the sofa where Samantha sat and waited for him to get there. He stopped, kneeling at her feet. Great sobs were still wracking his mighty frame and his swollen lips were trembling in fear that she might get angry about something and beat him somemore.

"If you disobey one order, i will beat you until i can't raise my arms any longer sissy boy." "IS THAT CLEAR?" "YESSSS.. Sh.Sherry.. it's.. cl.clear..(sob) pl.please.. d.don't.. b.beat.. m.me.. anym.m.more.. pl.please." (sob) "Take off one of Samantha's yellow socks wimp." He reached over and gently removed the yellow sock from Sam's right foot. "Now, lie down on your stomach right along the sofa, with your head right below Samantha's feet." He laid down like she commanded.

"Put her sock in your mouth as far as you can cram it little man." "NOW!" He stuffed Sam's sock in his mouth without hesitation. "Give me one of my pink socks lying next to you Sam." Samantha handed her the sock. Kneeling down to look Ron in the eyes, she handed him the pink sock. "Take my pink sock and firmly rub it in your face you pathetic loser." He took the pink sock from her with trembling hands, and began rubbing it in his own face degrading himself.

"Turn your head away from the sofa so it's facing towards the room." He turned his head. "Sam, scoot out to the edge of the sofa and place your bare foot on the side of his head with your cute little toes near his nose." Giggling, Sam scotted out and placed her bare foot on the side of his head where Sherry told her and wiggled her toes on his nose. Sherry smiled at her. "Sam, you tell me if he quits smelling my sock, or if he tries to take yours out of his mouth." "OK?" "OK, Sherry, i'll tell you." "Good girl Sammy, you watch him for me."

Kneeling down again to make sure Ron heard her, she gave him final instructions. "Sam is going to keep an eye on you little boy, so you had better obey my instructions and stay where you are. DO NOT take her sock out of your mouith, or my sock away from your face." "IS THAT UNDERSTOOD BOY!" He grunted out a yes as the tears streamed from his black eyes staining his swollen battered face further. "Good boy weakling, just behave and i won't beat you anymore. Step out of line once, and my fists will take you apart. Do not give Sam any trouble either, or you will answer to me little boy."

Satisfied that Ron was going to be docile and obey her, she removed Sam's other yellow sock from her left foot. She left Sam to watch over him and went to wake John. Sam was having a ball wiggling her toes in Ron's face as she watched him closely to make sure he minded Sherry. She liked it when Sherry let her help, because her two older brothers had bullyed her all of her life too. She was glad Sherry was the boss over them now, her life had been much better since Sherry had beaten her brothers up.

Ron felt humiliated and ashamed to be so submissive, but knew he was not man enough to change things. In fact, Sherry had proven to him that he wasn't a man at all. He lie there degrading himself while Sam held his head firmly to the floor with her small bare foot, and wiggled her toes in his face. His tears were working overtime, but he dared not disobey Sherry. Chewing and smelling socks and little Sam's bare toes, was much better then eating Sherry's hard female fists.

Sherry rolled John over on his back and straddled his large frame. Taking his arms she put them up by his head and pinned his arms to the floor with her knees. Slapping John awake, she stuffed Sam's yellow sock in his mouth before he had a chance to say anything. Looking into his nearly closed black and blue eyes, she smiled and raised her fist. Fear covered his mangled face as she began to pulverize his features again..SMACK..SMACK..SMACK..SMACK..SMACK..SMACK..he was crying loudly but the sock was muffling the sound.

Sherry removed the sock and asked, "are you ready to beg me to smell my feet weakling, or do you want some more of this?" She held her fist up so he could see it. "NOOOOOOO.. pl.please S.S.Sherry.. st.stop..(sob) b.beating.. m.me.. y.you.. w.win.. pl.pl.please.. S.S.Sherry..(sob) y.you.. w.win.. i.. g.give.. up.. pl.please..(sob) y.you're.. the.. b.b.boss.. S.Sherry.. y.you're.. t.the.. b.boss."(sob)

"Beg me to smell my pretty bare feet John, or the beating continues wimp." "OHHHHHHHH GODDDDDDDD NOOOOOOOO!" "Yes John, i told you i would beat you until you begged to smell my feet, so get to begging or the beating will resume." He lie there crying with his nearly closed eyes shut, as his tears was soaking the carpet below his battered, swollen out of shape face. He felt Sherry move and his eyes shot open to see her fist above his face and about to desend on him. He broke down. "OKKKKKKKKK S.Sherry.. pl.please.. l.let.. me.. sm.smell.. y.your.. f.f.feet.. pl.please." (sob)

"What was that weakling, i didn't quite hear you?" "L.LET.. ME.. SM.SMELL.. Y.YOUR.. F.F.FEET.. S.SHERRY.. PL.PLEASE.. L.LET.. ME.. SM.SMELL.. YOUR.. F.FEET.. I.. B.BEG.. YOU.. L.LET.. ME.. SM.SM.SMELL.. Y.YOUR.. F.FEET." "That's better little boy, i heard you that time. But are you sure that's what you want to do. You said that would never happen sissy boy?" "YESSSSSS YESSSSSSSSS YESSSSSS!" "OK if that's what you want wimp, then i guess you can smell my pretty feet for me." "AND YOU HAD BETTER DO A VERY GOOD JOB WEAKLING AND NOT MAKE ME ANGRY, IS THAT CLEAR!" "YESSSSSSS!"

Sherry climbed off of him and removed the sock from his very swollen mouth. "Get on your hands and knees and crawl after me pansy." "NOW!" John crawled after her as she walked to the sofa. "How did little Ronnie do Sam, did he mind while i was gone" she asked the young girl? "He sure did Sherry, he smelled your sock the whole time and left mine in his mouth. And he didn't try to get away from my foot at all. He just laid there and didn't move. I think he's afraid of you Sherry," she said giggling. Sherry smiled at her, "he had better be afraid of me Sammy girl."

John finally made it to the sofa. "Grovel at my bare feet pussy." John dropped down prone to the floor. Sherry sat down on the sofa and ordered him, "get to smelling wimp, and do it right. I want to feel that nose on my feet along with your breath." John began smelling her bare feet with a disgusting look on his face. "STOP NOW LITTLE MAN!" He stopped. She reached down and grabbed his hair, pulling his head up so she could look him in his swollen eyes. "GET THAT LOOK OFF OF YOUR FACE BOY, I WANT TO SEE LOVE IN THOSE EYES!" "IS THAT CLEAR!" He shook his battered swollen head yes.

He started again, and she was happier with his look. "Ron, you may take the sock out of your mouth and quit sniffing mine too. Sam, put your bare feet on the floor like mine." "Oh goody, said the happy little girl. I like it when they kiss and smell my feet too. It feels great, don't you think so Sherry?" "I sure do little Sammy," she replied as she grinned at the young girl. "Ron, place your mouth and nose on Sam's bare feet and smell and kiss them for her. Do it right little man or your in deep trouble." "I will Sherry, i know my place now. You won't have any more trouble from me again. your the boss and i'll obey you totally." "Good boy Ron, i think you are smartening up."

"Yes Sherry i have. You handled me like a small child and i know now that i will never be able to beat you no matter how old or big i get. You're just to good. I don't want to be made to look like a fool again by you, so i will obey." "Good boy Ron, i'm proud of you for finally realising that you're no match for me and my female muscles. Now all i have to do is totally break John." "You can do it if anyone can Sherry, you're the best i've ever seen. Now i better get to little Sam's feet so i can make her happy."

He dropped to the floor and began kissing and smelling Sam's bare feet like he belonged there. Sherry looked at him, and for once in her life she liked Ron and his attitude. Maybe he was going to turn out alright after all. Sam was leaning back enjoying the feeling of Ron's kisses on her bare feet, and Sherry smiled. She turned her attention back to John. "UP JOHN" she ordered. He rose to his knees. She grabbed a handfull of his hair and moved her feet so he wouldn't kneel on them.

She pulled his head close to her and raised her left arm. She did a muscle pose, and a hard medium size muscle popped up on her feminine arm. She looked at him and said, "do you see this muscle John, it's one of the two that took you apart." Pulling his head near it she said, "kiss my muscle John and do a good job boy."

The beaten young man kissed her medium sized hard muscle with his very swollen lips. Satisfied after he had paid homage to it, she switched hands, Making a muscle with her right, she pulled his head to it with her left hand. "This is the other one that helped take you apart John, kiss it too, because they are what owns you now little boy." He kissed her right medium hard muscle also.

When she thought he had groveled on her male destroying muscles enough, she let him stop. Still holding him by the hair, she took her other pink sock and firmly rubbed in on his face as she smiled at him trying to not look disgusted. When she thought she had humiliated him enough, she stopped. "Now John, i am going to place my pretty bare feet up here on the sofa. Get your tongue ready little puppy, because it's lapping time. Lick my feet like you enjoy it or you will feel my fists again." The large muscular young man was sobbing uncontrolablly knowing he couldn't stop her from humiliating him like this. She had proven to him too, that she could handle him easily, and he couldn't take anymore beatings.

Tears were flowing from his black and blue nearly closed eyes as he placed his tongue on the sole of her bare foot while she rested it up on the sofa. It was very sickening to him to feel his tongue on the soft smooth skin of her bare foot, but he knew better then to make a disgusting face while he licked her silky soft foot. She ordered him to make sure he licked both of them, so he switched to her other bare foot with the same look of delight on his badly battered face. Sherry smiled.

After about an hour she let him stop. She ordered John and Ron to finish the cleaning of the room while her and Sam sat on the sofa and watched. Ron jumped right up and dove into the work like a good boy. John did it, but with not much feeling behind his efforts. Sherry knew that John was going to need another lesson soon. She was ready to give it to him with a large smile on her face.