Sherry and Samantha are confronted by Melvin and his irate Father, and have to straighten them out with their fists.

It has been a week and a half since Samantha told her big sister Sherry about beating up Melvin the school yard bully. Sherry was so proud of her for standing up for her friends and putting the bully in his place. Some of her friends had came to the house and told Sherry about it too, and thanked Samantha for beating up Melvin for them. He had picked on about everyone, and they were glad she had put a stop to it. She was the grade school heroine to them all.

It was Saturday afternoon, and Sherry was fixing her and little Sam some lunch. Their parents were gone on their second honeymoon and Sherry was happy for them. Their mother had been home for a month, after being released from the hospital for major surgery. After being cooped up in the hospital for so long, and then recuperating at home for a month, their Father had surprised her with the honeymoon trip so they could be alone for a while. Sherry was glad he done it for her. They deserved the time alone.

Their two older brothers, John and Ronnie, were gone on a hunting trip, so it was just the two girls that were home. The door bell rang, so Sherry stopped what she was doing and went to answer the door. A large man and young boy were standing there when she opened the door. "Can I help you sir," Sherry asked? "Yes you can, are your folks at home, I would like to speak to them," the big man said?

"No, there not home right now, can I help you sir, I'm there oldest daughter." The man, hearing her parents were not home, pushed his way inside dragging the boy with him. "My name is Olaf Drummond, and this is my son Melvin. Your sister beat him up last week, and she has cost me a lot of money. The medical and dentist bills were very costly, and I want to be paid back for them. We also want an apology from that mean sister of yours for beating up my son."

Samantha had heard the door bell, and had came out of her room to see who had come to visit. She had heard the last of the conversation as she was coming into the room. "Just a minute sir." Sherry said. "The bills you will have to take up with my Father, but there will not be an apology from Samantha for sticking up for her friends and making a bully leave them alone. She done the right thing and I'm very proud of her."

"That's not the way it happened and you and her know it. I've taught my boy not to hit girls, and she came up and started a fight with my boy. While he stood there not protecting himself, she used that to her advantage and beat on him. The boys face was a mess, and three of his teeth were knocked loose. She sprained both of his arms and damn near broke one of his ankles. Now i want an apology from that mean little girl right now."

Before Sherry could say a word, Samantha had heard everything the man said and charged into the living room. "Melvin you lying little wimp. Why did you lie like that? If you don't tell him the truth, I'll beat you up again right now boy." "You see what I mean, screamed the irate man, what kind of children are your parents raising here anyway?" Anger flushed Sherry's face when she looked at the man.

"We have the best parents in the world mister. Now I'll thank you to keep your mouth shut about them and leave this house right now," she angrily told him. "I'm not leaving this house until my boy gets an apology from that brat kid sister of yours. So stand back and let her tell him she is sorry." "She will not apologize for doing the right thing, Sherry told him, now get out of this house, right now."

The big man went to grab Sherry and move her out of the way, so he could make Samantha apologize. Sherry went berserk when the man tried to put his hands on her and punched him in the mouth..SMACK..he stumbled back against the door with a very surprised look on his face. "Don't you ever try to touch me or Samantha again," Sherry screamed. "NOW GET OUT!" The mans face turned to hatred, and he grabbed at her again.

He hurled his 6 foot 5 inch, 228 pound body at Sherry, with the intention of grabbing her to hold her down, and threatening to hurt her if Sam didn't apologize. But Sherry was very quick, as she side stepped his grasp and grabbed his arm. Spinning him around, she threw him at the wall, and he collided with it face first. "GET OUT OF THIS HOUSE MISTER DRUMMOND, WHILE YOU CAN STILL WALK!" She screamed at him.

The angry man reached down and helped his son to his feet. He had taught his son not hit girls, but he wasn't beyond doing it himself. In fact, he slapped his wife around all of the time. The blond headed bitch had struck him first and threw him against the wall, so he felt justified in beating the hell out of her. She had started it, so he was going to finish it, and her.

Thinking his son had told the truth, about the fight, he told the boy, "it's OK to hit a girl this time Melvin, she hit you first. You can beat her up and I won't say a word. Don't worry about her big sister, I'll take care of that bitch myself." Sherry and Sam looked at each other and grinned. They both removed their socks and readied themselves for battle. Melvin had a scared look on his face though, because he was afraid of Samantha.

When his dad went after Sherry, Melvin didn't know what to do. He had tried to beat Sam up four times, and she had made a fool out of him every time. So when he seen her coming for him, he covered up his head and started crying. Samantha laughed and began to work on his big fat stomach..SMACK..SMACK..SMACK..SMACK..the boy doubled over in pain and grabbed his stomach.

Grabbing his stomach left his face unguarded, so Samantha let him have it there..SMACK..SMACK..SMACK..SMACK..SMACK..the large heavy set boy collapsed to the floor at her feet, crying his eyes out. Samantha picked up one of her white socks and went to his feet. She grabbed his legs and bent them at the knees, crossing one leg over the other. She then straddled his legs and sat down on his crossed feet facing his head, and pinned them down to the crease in the back of his knees.

She reached down and took a handful of his hair and pulled his head back. She reached around and stuffed her sock in his mouth to muffle his screams. Then she took three fingers on each big hand of his in her small hands, and pulled his large arms back to her, while she placed her bare feet in his armpits. She pulled back, stretching his arms and he screamed out in pain while he was crying.

Once again, in a minute or less from the start of the fight, little ten year old Samantha, had the big twelve year old bully more than twice her size, pinned and helpless, while he cried like a baby and screamed in pain like a frightened little girl. She had him pinned in the right position, so they could both watch Sherry and his Father fight.

The big man came out swinging, figuring to easily dispatch with this blond headed bitch that had punched him. After all, she was more then a foot shorter then him and less then twice his size. Besides, she was a GIRL, so beating her would be a piece of cake. With height, weight, muscles, gender, age, and fighting experience, all over loaded way in his favor, this shouldn't take long at all, he thought. The idea that he was about to be made look like a fool, and lose a fight to a pretty young girl, never entered his mind.

Sherry began to dance and let the big man wear himself out a little. Plus, the look of confusion on their faces, after throwing everything they had at an opponent they thought they would beat easily, and not connect with one punch, was priceless. When that look came over his face, and his attack slowed, Sherry took over..SMACK..SMACK..SMACK..SMACK..she drove him back to the wall with precise punching.

The fully grown man was completely lost. He had been in quite a few fights in his life time, and never before had he seen anyone so quick. She always seem to hit the places that his huge arms were not protecting. And her punches came so fast that he couldn't tell where they were going to strike. The fact that it was a much smaller pretty girl doing this to him, really boggled his mind. When his back slammed into the wall, he felt like a trapped animal that couldn't find a way out of his cage.

Sherry decided to take his body and mind apart, a little at a time. It made the humiliation completely overwhelm them, to be chopped to pieces bit by bit and realise you couldn't do anything to stop your own destruction. She was smiling as she went to work on his hard stomach, to soften it up some..SMACK..SMACK..SMACK..SMACK..the air escaped his lungs, and he couldn't seem to replace it because the bitch kept hitting him there and taking it away again.

He tried to defend himself, but she was so damn quick. He couldn't breathe, and he had no where to go. He couldn't stop her barrage of punches that were ripping him up, and he wasn't able to punch her back to get her off of him..SMACK..SMACK..SMACK..SMACK..finally his stomach just collapsed, and he dropped to his knees gasping..SMACK..a right cross to his temple, put him in the floor at her feet.

"You should have never tried to put your hands on me or Samantha old man. At least you came to the right place to be taught some manners. That boy of yours lied to you, and you made the mistake of listening to him. Those hospital and dentist bills you just paid, will have to be paid again now, only this time it will be for both of you. Now get your ass up and get what's coming to you."

The large burly man climbed to his feet. His breathing was still labored and uneven, but that blond headed bitch needed to learn who she was dealing with. No one talked to him like that and walked away unscathed. He could split her head open like a melon if he could land just one punch. He gathered himself as he stood to his full height, and went back at the fucking blond with destructive fury.

Sherry ducked and dodged, weaved and swayed, and the huge grown man again was unable to touch her with a thing. She began to punch back every so often, to remind him she was very capable of hitting him. She dodged three huge ham like fists, and jabbed him on his nose..SMACK..four more heavy handed blows were evaded and she jabbed him in the mouth..SMACK..another four missed their mark while she smacked him on the eye with a right cross..SMACK.

Punch after punch was winged at the pretty blond gladiator, and each one struck nothing but air. She on the other hand was much more accurate..SMACK..SMACK..his cheeks were beginning to swell..SMACK..SMACK..his mouth was busted open and an eye was bleeding..SMACK..SMACK..SMACK..his stomach was turned to mush, and his nose was broken..SMACK..his jaw felt like it was struck with a hammer, and he dropped to the floor dazed.

Samantha could see that Sherry had things well under control, and while she was watching her beat up the old man, an idea formed in her pretty head, about how to humiliate Melvin. She rose up from his trapped feet, and let loose of his left arm. Keeping hold of his right, she placed it behind his back in a hammerlock, while still controlling his arm by holding three of his fingers.

"Get up Melvin, you're coming with me. I have a job for you to do big boy, so cooperate and I won't hurt you to much." Holding his arm behind his back, she grabbed the back of his shirt collar with her small left hand and marched him to her bedroom. Once there, she took him over to her vanity table and stopped. "Now stand still wimp, while I decide what color I want my toe nails to be today." She began to study the assorted bottles on her vanity.

While she was deciding, Melvin was looking at himself in her vanity mirror. His face was marked up a little, and it was completely wet from his tears that he had shed for the last half hour or so. He could see Samantha standing behind him with her head down, and a serious look on her cute little face, trying to make a decision. She barely came up to his shoulder blades, and he could see just how much bigger his heavy body was compared to her small feminine frame.

His tears started to flow again faster then before. His large arm was trapped painfully behind his back, by a little blond tomboy, whom he could see in the mirror, was way shorter then him, and not even half the size of his large bulky body. She was studying her vanity table, trying to make a decision, while she held him in front of her like he wasn't even there.

The reflection of a very large older boy, with a tear stained, slightly marked up face, being held captive by a much smaller, shorter, blond haired younger GIRL, was very humiliating. Also, the fact that she was trying to make a decision about nail polish, and ignoring his presence, while he was forced to stand in her frilly feminine bedroom crying, made him feel ashamed and more humiliated.

Samantha finally decided on the color pink. Picking it up she handed it to Melvin and he took it in his left hand. Her decision made, she turned the big boy around and marched him back to the living room. Taking him over to the sofa where the ottoman was, she ordered him to his knees with a hard wrench of his trapped arm. He dropped to his knees screaming out in pain.

She released his arm and sat down on the sofa and put her pretty little bare feet up on the ottoman. "I want you to paint my toes pink Melvin, and make them look pretty. Do a good job and I won't hurt you as much today." "DO NOT MESS UP BOY!" "Now get started." "Please Samantha, don't make me do this. I didn't want to come over here today, my dad made me."

Samantha grabbed him by his hair and got right in his frightened chubby face. "Your dad is here because you lied to him Melvin, and that's why I'm going to beat you up a little later. If you do a good job on my toe nails, i won't beat you up so bad. But you will be punished for lying to him, and about me. You tried your best to beat me, but you're nothing but a wimp. I beat you up real easy and that's what you should have told him."

"So shut your whining mouth and start painting my toe nails like i told you to." "I don't know how to paint girls toe nails Samantha, I ain't never done it before. Please don't make me," the whining boy pleaded. "Melvin, you have two choices. You can paint my toe nails pink, or I will paint your fat face black and blue with my fists, so take your choice wimp." The large young boy began to cry again as he unscrewed the nail polish bottle. "Good boy Melvin, you're learning."

Mister Drummond picked himself up from the floor, shaking his head to clear it. "What the hell is going on here God damnit, she's just a sixteen year old girl. Quit fooling around and kick her fucking ass for her," he said to himself. He looked up at Sherry, and she was standing there with her hands perched on her hips and smiling at him. Hate filled his marked up face as he advanced on her.

A huge right hand was thrown at her pretty smiling face, with malice intent behind it. Sherry swayed her upper body back, and it missed by a foot. That fucking smile was still on her face, so he tried a left and right as fast as he could throw them. She dodged them too while she was still smiling. Six heavy handed blows with damage written on them came at her and six more were avoided. Breathing hard, he tried a straight right and Sherry blocked it this time and fired back.

SMACK..his eye exploded with pain..SMACK..the cartilage in his nose was ruined..SMACK..SMACK..his cheeks were swelled further..SMACK..the other eye was very painful now..SMACK..SMACK..SMACK..teeth were loosened as his mouth spewed blood on his shirt..SMACK..SMACK..SMACK..SMACK..SMACK..SMACK..his head was battered right and left like he couldn't control it..SMACK..an uppercut put him on his back.

"Take your boy and leave this house right now Mister Drummond while you still can." "Fuck you blondie," he said as he gained his feet. "OK, that was your last chance old man. Soon you will wish you had obeyed me. I have all day to show you just how stupid you were for not listening wimp. It's going to be a very painful lesson for you to learn, but i guarantee, you will have learned it by the time I throw you out of here."

The grown man delivered a hay maker of a punch, and Sherry batted it down like a pesky insect, and began to take the older man apart..SMACK..SMACK..SMACK..SMACK..SMACK..his legs began to buckle, and his large mighty arms drooped to his sides completely useless while she battered his face into oblivion and took his nearly unconscious body where ever she wanted it to go.

Sherry finally grabbed his shirt to hold his wobbly, heavy body steady, so she could get a clear, clean shot. He just stood there waiting for the blow, totally unaware that it was even coming. Sherry smiled and cocked her solid right fist way back..SMMM..ACK..she released him and stood back to watch.

His legs were buckled and trembling, while his arms hung at his sides. His head was back, resting on his right shoulder with his mouth wide open and his eyes shut tight. He was out on his feet and just stood there like he was waiting on a bus. Finally he slowly toppled forward and slammed into the floor at her feet, sound asleep.

Sherry turned to see how little Sam was doing and laughed when she seen the bigger, older boy on his knees in front of her painting her toe nails. "Stop that crying Melvin. You're going to get my toes wet and smear the good job you have done so far. I'm going to be mad if you mess up my pretty pink toes. You don't want me to get mad do you wimp?" "No Samantha, I'm sorry. I can't help it, I'm afraid of you," the big boy whimpered. Sam smiled. "I know you are boy, and you better be to. Now get back to painting."

Sherry walked over to the sofa and smiled as she spoke to Sam. "How's he doing little Sammy, is he a decent toe nail painter?" "He's not bad Sherry, but if he doesn't quit crying, he's going to ruin the good job he has done so far by smearing it with his tears." "OK Melvin, that's good for that foot. now dry your eyes and get your face down there and blow on them so they will dry faster boy." "HUH!" Was all the big boy could think to say.

Grabbing the big fat boy by his ears, Sam jerked him up to her cute little face. "Are you really that stupid Melvin? Put your face down there and blow on my toes, so the polish will dry faster. It's not that hard to understand boy. What's the matter, do you think my feet stink wimp?" He did, but he wasn't about to tell her that as afraid of her as he was. "No No, I just didn't hear you is all. I'm sorry."

The boy lowered his face to her pink toes and blew on them. When he needed to get a breath to blow again, he turned his head so he wouldn't have to smell her feet while he was filling his lungs. Samantha seen him turn his head, and was instantly mad..SMACK..SMACK..SMACK..SMACK.."YOU TURN THAT HEAD ONE MORE TIME AND I'LL BEAT IT OFF OF YOU!" "IS THAT CLEAR YOU BIG CRY BABY?" With his tears streaming down his swollen cheeks again, he shook his head yes. "Good boy, now get back down there."

Sherry laughed as the boy put his swollen fat face down and tried to blow her toes dry without getting his tears on them, or smelling her feet. He definitely didn't want to make her mad again. "Do you want your toes done Sherry? I have plenty of pink and a wimp to do them for you," Samantha said smiling. "Why not sweety. My little weakling seems to be taking a nap right now. Might as well use my time wisely." Melvin just started crying again. Now he had to do another girls toes, and she was bigger then Samantha and would beat him up harder if he messed up.

Melvin had just finished doing Sherry's toes and had blown them dry, when his father woke up. He hadn't messed up and was very happy about it. Samantha even said she was proud of him for doing such a good job, and for some reason, that made him feel good. Sherry left them to take care of Melvin's dad. "Thank you Sammy, for letting me use your pink polish and your wimp toe nail painter." "Your welcome sis, have fun out there." Sherry grinned and walked off.

"Well mister Drummond, I see you finally woke up from your nap. Did you get a decent rest?" The fully grown man rose to his feet, wondering what he was doing down there in the first place. He didn't remember lying down. It didn't matter. Seeing that blond headed bitch with that fucking smirk grin, reminded him of why he was here. He charged her with an evil glare in his eyes and bodily damage in his large fists.

Sherry didn't wait for him to get started. She took it to him quickly..SMACK..SMACK..SMACK..SMACK..SMACK..SMACK..the heavy set man was battered all around the room and was totally defenseless against the blond warriors hard lethal fists. In no time at all he was stumbling around, looking for a place to fall down. Sherry helped him find one..SMACK..he collapsed at her feet whimpering like a child.

"Get up wimp, your pain has just started. By the time you leave here, any thoughts of putting your filthy hands on another girl, will be completely beaten out of you. So get on your feet so we can continue your lesson in manners." The grown man was beginning to get worried. As unbelievable as it sounded, this young blond girl was wiping up the floor with him. Doubt was flooding his bewildered mind when he rose to his unsteady feet.

After he was standing, he was lost on what to try. She had evaded or blocked everything he had thrown at her, and he had never had a problem like this before. Not that he had never lost a fight, but he had been in the fight until it was lost. He was nothing more then a punching bag to the quick blond fighter, and hadn't come close to landing anything himself. He stepped up to meet her with fear growing inside of him about the outcome.

His large muscular arms wee tiring, so he slowed up his attack and tried to measure his punches to save his energy. But the results were just the same. He jabbed at her and missed. A right cross was chucked at her pretty smiling face and it also missed. Trying a right left combination sounded like a good idea to the large man, but they to were avoided. Stomach punches were tried and they were simply blocked. Confusion really set in then, as his mind went totally blank.

Sherry seen the confusion on his bewildered face, and noticed the fear that was growing there too. Her plan was working perfectly. Tear down their mind, then attack the body and face until their soul belonged to you. His soul was within her grasp and drawing closer by the minute. Time to grab it and take control..SMACK..SMACK..his eyes were turning black and swelling pretty good..SMACK..SMACK..a nice shade of purple colored his cheeks.

SMACK..SMACK..SMACK..his nose was crooked and useless for breathing, and his mouth was in very bad shape also..SMACK..SMACK..the stomach punches were reaching his back bone, because it was so soft..SMACK..SMACK..SMACK..his chin, jaw, and fore head were very bruised and cut up..SMACK..a right to his temple, sent him stumbling around like he was lost.

The beating he was taking from a sixteen year old girl, and the inability to hit her or stop her, compiled the frustration he was feeling. He did something he had never done before. He started crying. As soon as his tears came down staining his swelling face, he felt ashamed and humiliated to be crying at the hands of a young, pretty GIRL! And that smile plastered on her unmarked face, made it even worse.

In a last desperate effort, he fired punches right and left to try and save his male pride. But the beating he had taken, combined with his huge muscular arms tiring, made it a useless cause. Sherry batted down or away everything he attempted, while she stood there smiling. His large arms just wouldn't rise again. They were completely exhausted and useless. The fully grown man, stood there staring at Sherry, in defeat.

His tears came flooding out of his swollen eyes while he waited for the beating he knew was coming. He had never been so humiliated and ashamed in his life. Sherry knew he was completely helpless and defenseless, so it was time to take total control of him..SMACK.."you are pathetic old man"..SMACK.."it's time to show you your place"..SMACK.."when you are crawling at my feet"..SMACK.."and staring at my pretty pink toes"..SMACK.."remember why you are there"..SMACK.."and who put you there wimp"..SMACK.

The big mans large body was stumbling with every punch. His legs were becoming more unsteady and buckling, while his useless tired arms drooped at his sides. His eyes were glazed over, along with being black and blue, and swollen up in large knots. His mouth was very ugly looking and rubbery, and his entire face was multi colored and swollen beyond belief..SMACK..one final punch, and his legs folded up while his eyes rolled back in his head. He slumped to his knees, and then flopped to the floor on his swollen face, sound asleep at her pretty bare feet.

Sherry took hold of the sleeping mans collar and dragged the fully grown man over to the sofa. Samantha had been so upset with Melvin, when he turned his head for breath while drying the polish on her toes. She was sitting on the sofa while he lie prone on the floor at her feet. His face was resting on her toes and soft skin of her right bare foot smelling it, while her left was hooked over the back of his neck to hold him in place. She was rubbing her pretty bare foot across his nose and mouth, while occasionally putting her little pink toes in his mouth.

She seen Sherry coming, and allowed him to stop while ordering him to his knees at her feet. "I see you beat him up good Sherry. Do you think he learned his lesson?" "He had better Sammy, or I will be glad to teach him again," she said smiling. "How is your little toe nail painter behaving?" "Awww he ain't no trouble. He knows he better mind me or I will beat him up. Are you through with yours Sherry?" "Yes Sammy, for the time being." "Oh goody, then it's our turn," she replied giggling.

Samantha grabbed the big boys hand and dragged him to his feet. "Come along Melvin, it's my turn to teach you boy." She pulled the large fat boy out to the middle of the floor smiling, like she was taking him to the circus. He was trying to hold back while he was crying his eyes out, like she was taking him to see the dentist. "Please Samantha, don't hurt me, I'll tell dad the truth. Just please don't beat me up." "It's to late for that Melvin, you shouldn't have lied, now put up your fists and shut that whiny mouth boy."

Melvin just stood there and cried. His shoulders were drooped down and his large fat arms were hanging by his broad sides. His huge body was shaking on thick trembling legs while his tears stained his already marked up pudgy face. He didn't want to fight Samantha, because he knew it was useless to try. She would beat him up and he wouldn't be able to stop her. He had learned that from the last time, and was very, very afraid of her.

Samantha raised her dainty small fists and stepped toward the large heavy set boy. He screamed out in fear and quickly dropped to his knees. Crawling to her, he groveled at her feet and kissed her pretty pink toes he had painted for her. "Please Samantha please, don't hit me. I'll tell dad the truth and I'll never lie again. Please, please don't hurt me Samantha please." Sam placed her small fists on her young little girl hips and looked down at him. She felt very powerful as she watched the ex bully grovel and degrade himself.

"I told it was to late for that wimp. Now get up and fight me or i will beat you on your knees. You can grovel at my feet afterwards because i do like your kisses on my feet, but you have to be taught not to lie about me first. Now this is your last chance. If I have to beat you while you are on your knees and not trying to defend yourself, the beating will last a lot longer. So make up your mind quick boy."

Melvin climbed to his feet with his tears flowing like a river. He was afraid, but knew she was telling him the truth and would beat him worse if he just stood there. He raised his large fat fists, but his heart wasn't in it. "OK Melvin, give me your best shot boy." The scared young boy tried a huge roundhouse that she was able to avoid easily. "Is that the best you can do you wimp, now try harder or you're going to make me mad."

Knowing he was going to get beat up anyway, he decided to try his best. Maybe, just maybe, he could get lucky. He came at her swinging like a wind mill in hopes of connecting with something. Samantha grinned and started dancing like she had seen Sherry do on many occasions. The large boys fists were coming at her from every direction, but she evaded them all. When she thought it was time she struck back.

She struck the boy on his nose..SMACK..and he immediately started crying again. A right to his eye..SMACK..and he just gave up and tried to cover himself with his huge fat arms. Samantha had warned him, but he hadn't listened, so she took the crying fearful boy apart to show him he should have minded her..SMACK..SMACK..SMACK..SMACK..his big fat stomach bounced with every punch as he howled like a wounded animal and collapsed to his knees.

She went behind him and wrapped her right arm around his throat. He was frantically clawing at her small arm trying to break free, but he couldn't get a good grip. Soon his pudgy face turned bright red, and his large thick arms fell to his sides. His eyes rolled back in his head, and he went to sleep on his knees in the grasp of the young blond gladiator. When his body quit moving, Sam released him and he dropped over to the floor.

Having the large boy that was more then twice her size, asleep at her feet, made her feel very strong and invincible. She had beaten him up four times before, but had never knocked him out. Seeing him sleeping on the floor peacefully, and knowing she put him there, made her feel wonderful inside. She had to see if she could do it with her small feminine fists. She woke him up with an evil grin on her pretty young face.

She helped him to his knees, and grabbed his shirt to hold him steady. The young boy was crying like a baby, hoping his ordeal was over, but he could now see that it wasn't. He didn't even try to defend himself, because he knew it was useless. Samantha took dead aim and began to pound the whimpering boys face unmercifully..SMACK..SMACK..SMACK..SMACK..SMACK..SMACK..Her hard right fist slammed into his face repeatedly until it was a total mess. She had put him to sleep after about a dozen punches, but she felt so good that she hadn't stopped.

She woke the beaten, battered boy up again, and he wailed like a little girl. Afraid she was going to mangle his already swollen, sore face some more, he began to beg. Please.. Samantha.. d.don'tt (sob) h.hit.. me.. anym.more.. pl.please.. i.. g.give.. up.. (sob) d.don't.. h.hurt.. me.. a,again.. pl.please.. st.stop.. pl.please. (sob) "Alright Melvin, you can kiss my pretty pink toes and soft bare feet now, and do it right wimp."

The large boy, instantly dropped down and placed tender kisses on her pretty pink toes and soft smooth skin. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the feeling of power that was filling her. She really liked how it made her feel, to have a much bigger boy grovel at her feet because he was afraid of her and her feminine fists. She definitely wanted to feel like this again.

After the beaten boy had slobbered all over her bare feet, she ordered him to stop. Reaching down, she grabbed his ears and pulled him up to his shaky knees. "You had better be a good boy from now on Melvin. No more bullying people, and no more lying. Is that clear wimp?" "Yes Samantha, it's clear. I'll be good from now on. Just please don't hurt me anymore." "If you're a good boy like I've told you to be, you don't have to worry. But if I catch you bullying someone, or lying, I will beat you up real bad. Got it boy?" Yes, I got it Samantha" "Good boy. Now come with me."

She pulled him to his feet, and keeping hold of his right ear, she dragged him over to the sofa. Sherry had his father on his knees in front of her, holding him with a hammerlock. Samantha stopped Melvin in front of his father. "Now tell him the truth boy." "Dad, Samantha beat me up because I was picking on one of her friends, and then tried to beat her up when she butted in. I'm sorry dad for what I did." "Good boy Melvin, I'm proud of you," Samantha told him.

"I'll deal with you later when I get you home boy," his irate father said. Samantha took Melvin over to the ottoman and told him to sit down. "Stay here Melvin, and don't move." She went back to stand in front of his father. "Mr. Drummond, do you see your boys face. I think I have punished him enough, don't you. He has promised me to never lie or try to bully anyone again, so I think you should just forgive him and forget it."

"That's between my boy and me, so just stay out of it little girl," he replied..SMACK..Samantha punched him in his swollen mouth. "No Mr. Drummond, it's between him and me. I'm the one he lied about, and I have punished him for it. Now leave the boy alone or you will have to deal with us again, right Sherry?" "Right Sammy," Sherry agreed. "She's right old man, the boy has been punished enough. Now let the boy be." "You can't tell me how to deal with my own son."

Samantha just shook her pretty little blond head..SMACK..SMACK..SMACK..SMACK..SMACK..SMACK..the grown man began to cry again, as Sam beat his already swollen, battered face further. "I SAID LEAVE MELVIN ALONE, AND I MEANT IT." He has promised to be good and I believe him, because he is totally afraid of me. He knows what I will do to him if he messes up, so let it go old man, or else." "GOT IT WIMP?" The grown man shook his swollen, painful face yes while his tears streamed down his purple cheeks. "Good boy, I'm glad you see it our way," Samantha said proudly.

"OK boys, it's time you went home where you belong," Sherry told them. She dragged the old man to his feet, while Samantha went and grabbed Melvin by his ear again. They led them to the front door and Sherry opened it. Turning the grown man around to face her, she smiled and punched him between the eyes..SMACK..he back pedaled out the door and fell off of the porch. Fear spread across Melvin's face when Sam turned him around to face her.

She smiled as she looked him in his frightened eyes. Run along home Melvin, I'm not going to hit you. Relief filled the big boys face as he dropped to his knees and slobbered her pink toes with kisses. "THANK YOU, THANK YOU, SAMANTHA, ILL BE GOOD, I PROMISE!" He climbed to his feet and ran out the door after his father. "OK Sam, how about that lunch we never had girl?" "Yeah Sherry, beating up boys makes you very hungry," she said. Sherry laughed as she put her arm around little Sam's shoulder and led her to the kitchen.