Melissa the Schoolyard Bully Part 2
by Madman
 
 
 
Part one of this story and other stories are in Madman's author
bookshelf.  To fully appreciate this story, I recommend you read part one
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Herman was leaving school late this day due to a late chess club
meeting.  As he walked across the school grounds, he spotted Melissa. 
Upon seeing him, she started to approach him.  Herman knew nothing good
could come from talking to her, so he increased his pace and walked away
from her.  He noticed that Melissa was wearing a tight tank top and a
short green skirt, not her field hockey uniform.  So, she must have been
waiting for him and he did not want to find out why.
 
When he saw that Melissa was following him, he started to run.  Her big
muscular arms and legs looked threatening.  She chased after him, gaining
ground quickly with her long powerful strides.  It didn't take long for
her to catch him.  She spun him around, and without a word, shot her fist
hard into his belly.  Herman was a little breathless from the running and
the body punch winded him and knocked him down.  As he clutched his
stomach trying to regain his wind, Melissa said "I told you we would meet
again if I didn't get an A on that Napoleon paper."
 
Herman said "I did a good job for you on that and it wasn't even an
advanced placement class.  Let me see it, I know it was an A paper." 
Melissa crouched down next to him and handed him the paper.  In red ink
the teachers comments read "Excellent content, but you did not follow the
correct form.  Papers are to be double spaced with proper margins.  This
brought your grade down to a B."
 
Herman protested "I wrote an A paper.  It's not my fault that you didn't
follow his form when you typed it."
 
"I don't care," Melissa responded with a smirk.  "I told you we would
meet again if I didn't get an A and I always keep my word."  As she
spoke, she straddled Herman's prone body and began slapping his face with
both hands.  Gradually she increased the speed and intensity of her slaps
until Herman started to cry.
 
"Crying like the baby you are," Melissa scolded.  "Go ahead, everyone
else is gone, so nobody can hear you.  And I love to hear wimps like you
cry."
 
Melissa groabbed Herman's right wrist and stood up.  Placing her foot in
his armpit, she stretched his arm and twisted his wrist.  As Herman
raised his other hand to fend her off, she pushed it down with her other
foot.  She placed that foot on his left wrist, cruelly crushing it, and
moved her other foot away from his armpit to stabilize her balance.  With
both hands, she bent his right wrist back, now causing severe pain in
both of his wrists.  She leared down at his face enjoying his agonized
expression.  She twisted her foot, grinding into his trapped left wrist
to increase his discomfort.
 
"Please Melissa, stop, you're braking my wrists," Herman pleaded.
 
"What a shame.  You won't be able to move your stupid chess pieces,"  she
responded while bending his wrist back even further.
 
Melissa released his wrist just when she felt it was at the breaking
point and sat backwards on Herman's face.  His thin arms were trapped
under her hard shins.  Then she started punching his unprotected stomach
with both hands.  She started punching lightly so that each individual
blow did little damage, but the accumulation of them made his stamach
very sore,  Then, as with the face slapping she gradually increased the
pace and power of her punches.  She heard him grunt with each blow until
her punches came in too fast and hard for him to get enough air to make
any sound.
 
Melissa commented, "I want to hear you scream, maybe this will do it. 
She stopped punching him, reached down and squeezed his balls.  That
brought forth muffled squeals of pain, as her ass was still mothering
him.  She stopped squeezing and gently stroked the tip of his penis with
her other hand.  "If you had gotten me the A, I could have been nice to
you like this," she said, "But since you didn't I have to do this." 
Again Melissa squeezed Herman's balls, but this time harder than before. 
She dug her nails into the sensitive flesh and lifted her butt off his
face so that his screams would not be muted.  "You sound great, Herman,
maybe you should join the glle club," she chided.
 
Melissa got off Herman and kneeled down next to him.  She place a hard
shin across his neck to keep him down.  "normally this would be enough
punishment for one day, but since you disobeyed my order on the paper,
I"ll have to do a little more," she informed him.  Melissa ground her
shin back and forth on his trapped neck.  "Let me think of what I will do
to you now," she added.
 
After a minute of thought, Melissa proclaimed, " I know what hold to use
now."  She pulled him up by the hair to a sitting position. Then Melissa
mobed behind him and clamped her muscular legs around his waist.  She
tightened her legs and broght her right arm around his neck from the
front.  She secured the arm right under his chin and grasped her wrist
with her left hand behind her helpless victim to add a reverse necklock. 
"This is a great combination," she exclaimed. "See What happens now." 
Melissa pulld with her arms and leaned back stretching his neck
severely.  With his torso trapped in place by her legs, all of her force
was placed on his neck and back. Herman's legs flailed uselessly as
Melissa cruelly tightened her scissors, tightened her arms even more and
leaned further back.  Herman was in complete agony.  His already battered
midsection was being crushed and his neck was being both strangled and
bent back as Melissa increased the pressure of all three torment to the
point of unbearable pain.  "You look like a rag doll and you're about as
strong as one," she informed him.  She continued, "But unfortunately, I
have to go now," as she gave him a final and harder squeeze with her
strong legs.
 
Melissa let go of her holds and picked up her notebook.  She tossed a
couple pages on Herman's body and told him, "This is my math homework sue
tomarrow.  Bring it here at 7:30 tomarrow morning.  For your sake, all
the answers had better be right."  She walked away as Herman laid on his
back watching her muscular calves flex ominously with every step.