Shannon The Teenaged Badass Brat by Smoke - Email smokewriter@webtv.net What Melissa didn't tell you about her bullying kid sister For background and context, it is suggested that you read "Smoked Out", "Melissa My Teenaged Superior" and "Second Hand Smoke" along with "Shannon Goes Solo", all found in the Madman's author bookshelf. It has been months since Melissa and her little sister Shannon invaded my home and punished me together. I tried to forget about it, but Melissa's gloating account of the incident in "Second Hand Smoke" raised my hackles. I started to write a response several times, but always thought better of it. As I have said, I have come to truly respect Melissa as my superior, even before we first met. And I didn't want to encourage her to come here and beat me up again. However, Melissa didn't seem to realize everything that little Shannon was doing to me, even though her sister was only a few feet away at the time. I wouldn't be surprised if Shannen never told Melissa, and I wonder if Melissa would have approved. Melissa is a ruthless young bully, to be sure, but compared to her, Shannen is more unrestrained, and seemed to take more pleasure in what she was doing to me. I was trying in my mind to let all of this go, but now, Shannon has gone too far in her childish gloating as she bragged about how she destroyed Melvin ("Shannon Goes Solo). She has pushed me over the emotional edge, and I am finally going to give my side of the story. To begin with, the girls assaulted me with a sneak attack. They came on Haloween night dressed as witches (how appropriate!). I tried to be friendly with them, offering them a piece of candy each, but the shorter one shoved me inside, sending my candy bars scattering on the floor. They had invaded my home, the house that I own, by force! What nerve! Once inside with the door closed, the girls pulled off their costumes, revealing very sexy outfits on women who, I must say, those clothes were made for. Already off balance, I was staggered when I realized who the invaders were. Of course, I recognized Melissa immedeately, from our previous encounter. Melissa reminds me of Drew Barrymore, with the brashness that she had at Melissa's current age (17) combined with the cocky confidence that Drew has shown beating up men (and clearly enjoying it) in her "Charlie's Angels" movies. That meant, I realized, that the smaller girl must have been Melissa's younger sister Shannon! Shannon resembles Jodie Sweeten, the blonde who played Stephanie on the television show "Full House", when she was Shannon's current age (13). Shannon had a pretty smile and heart-stopping beauty, but she also had a cocky look of superiority that brought really infuriated me. As Melissa said in "Second Hand Smoke", it turned out that the disguise and subsequent plan of theirs was Shannon's idea, that they knew that I would prevent them from entering if I hadn't been so unsuspecting. For all their bravado, the girls had to rely on deception to get in the house. (And I noticed that despite Shannon's mouth, she let Melissa write the whole account of what happened! This is just one reason why I think that Shannon is more talk than action.) After Melissa announced that they were at my house to "punish" me for threatening to inform her parents and her school about her actions, I backed away. NOT because I was afraid of Shannon, but because I remembered all too well what Melissa had previously done to me. Sensing my fear of Melissa, Shannen took advantage of the situation and drove her shoulder against my retreating legs. At the same time, Melissa drove a forearm into my chest. (Notice that Shannon didn't dare try to tackle me without Melissa's help!) On my way down, I hit my head against the table, which stunned me. The girls talk big about how they pinned me down as I was dazed on the floor, with Melissa sitting on my chest, her boots digging painfully into my arms, while Shannon, thanks to her sister, effortlessly sat on my thighs. Melissa started slapping my face. Big deal. My head was spinning from the injury, so it was easy for them to take advantage of the situation. Melissa, as I once again readily admit, is my superior, even though I was already in my 30's when she was born. She kept slapping my face, which was in more and more pain, until I felt a jolt of pain on another part of my body. That little bitch Shannon had unzipped my fly and was squeezing my balls! And if the physical pain wasn't bad enough, humiliation was added to it as the two teenagers started making fun of my penis size! The two girls combined ages falls way short of my own age. They should show some respect. How dare they make fun of a 49 year old man's size! How much can they really know? Melissa then put me through the most intense pain yet as she ground her thumb knuckles into my temples. It felt as though my pounding brain was goint to explode. I heard myself screaming and pleading with Melissa to stop, as if it were a disembodied voice. But instead of stopping, she increased her effort. Meanwhile, Shannon took advantage of the weakness that her sister had created and started squeezing my balls harder, taking one in each hand and driving her fingers into them. I think that Melissa was concentrating too much on my brain pulverization to notice what Shannon was doing to me. If she had, I would like to think that she would tell Shannon that she was taking things too far. In any case, I don't think that Shannon would have dared be so boldly cruel if she didn't have Melissa for cover. Finally, after more pleas, Melissa got off of me and stopped torturing my head. Shannon followed her lead and got off of me too. But the reprieve was short-lived. I was still in pain on the floor when they each grabbed one of my arms, braced their feet against my chest and neck and painfully stretch my shoulders. It's not surprising that Melissa took my right arm, my stronger arm, while letting Shannon take my left arm. At first, Melissa's greater strength caused me the most pain, but then Shannon started doing something that, again, I don't think Melissa realized. Putting one of her hands on the outside of my elbow and pushing quickly inward as her other hand stretched my arm out, she quickly, imperceptively, manipulated my arm in a corkscrew motion. The girls don't know this, but Melissa's actions strained the tendons in my shoulder, but Shannon's twisting motions dislocated my left shoulder! For the next month my left arm was in a sling, and I couldn't move my right arm without severe pain. Shannon acted like such a big shot with her sister there to help her. What bothered me almost as much as the pain was the obvious sheer enjoyment that Shannon was having. "This is so much fun!" she squealed like the teenager that she is, as if she was riding a roller coaster at an amusement park. But the childish glee seemed out of place, considering that this 13 year-old girl's idea of fun was torturing a 49 year old man! Now that they had incapacitated me, Shannon REALLY started running off at the mouth, suggesting to Melissa that they "scissor the jerk". Of course Melissa indulged her kid sister, instrucing her to clamp her thighs around my neck while Melissa pulled up my shirt and squeezed my middle like a tube of toothpaste. I felt like I was about to explode. Again, the same pattern emerged. Although Melissa's legs are longer and stronger than her sister's, Shannon applied short, quick twisting motions to my neck, causing even greater pain than Melissa was (although she couldn't have done it if Melissa hadn't been scissoring me as well). Then, I suddenly felt a wetness spread from her crotch to the back of my neck - Shannon was orgasming with her continued punishment of me! When I tried to draw Melissa's attention to this, Shannon slightly shifted her leg positioning, her thighs clamping on my throat, cutting off any possibility of verbal communications. I gave up struggling, which Shannon took as a "submission" of sorts, which it wasn't, but her enjoyment of the moment was evidenced by a new wetness sprading along the side of my neck. Right in the middle of some of my most intense pain, I was being brought down to even further depths by the realization that this impudent youngster was not only enforcing her will on me (thanks to Melissa's holding me down with her own, stronger legs) but that she was deriving an amount of pleasure equal to and directly the result of my own suffering. I would hope that had Melissa known, she would have considered it as having gone to far, and would have put a stop to it. I was in too much pain to express myself coherently. I turned my head to try to plead with the girls, and noticed that Shannon was casually, effortlessly, opening up a candy bar and eating it! She saw me looking at her and smiled gloatingly at me. I had told her that she could have only one candy bar. She said she wanted it all, and now she was showing that she could indeed take it all from me, and there wasn't anything I could do about it. It was an immature kind of gloating, but I was incapable of stopping her. Finally, the girls were done squeezing me. I was too weak to get off of the floor, and Melissa took advantage of this by grinding her heel into my left hand. Following her big sister's lead - and only after Melissa had immobilized my hand, I might add - Shannon did the same with my left hand. In her account of this story, Melissa says that she thinks that Shannon's narrower heel might have done more damage than her own. She doesn't know how right she was. Melissa's grinding caused broader-based ligament damage to the palm of my hand, but Shannon's sharper, thinner heel fractured, actually crushed, the third metacarpal bone in my right hand. That's the bone in the palm just below the middle finger. It also did some nerve damage, and my doctor says that I may never fully recover the use of the hand. Eventually the girls stepped off of my hands, but as usual, my relief lasted only a few seconds before they started kicking me in the ribs. I tried to roll away, but the girls started kicking me back and forth between them. At one point their kicks landed simultneously. X-rays later showed that the twin kicks had cracked both ribs, one on each side. I lay on my back on the floor, trying to heave air into my lungs, but experiencing pain every time I tried to breathe. But before I could take more than a few breaths, Melissa was on my again - this time, with her shin, backed by her entire body weight, sawed into my already abused throat. Shannon, always eager to get in on the action when I am already pinned down, gleefully skipped behind her sister and dropped to her knee, landing right on my balls. With Shannon's shin on my throat, even my croaks were barely more than a whisper. Looking straight down at me, Melissa said "Now, let's revew what we discussed tonight." I was just amazed. I am nearly three times her age, but she lectured me with an authority that came naturally to her as if she was my parent, or teacher, or boss. She warned me not to snitch on her, or disobey her in any way, or the punishment would be severe. Then came the part that I think Melissa would REALLY be pissed at Shannon if she knew about it. As Melissa was giving me her orders and warnings, she was focusing completely on me, and not on her little sister.This gave Shannon an opportunity to do some things that Melissa didn't know about, or else she would have recounted it in "Second Hand Smoke". While Melissa talked, Shannon lifted her knee slightly up, relieving the pressure on my balls. Then I felt a hand go into my pocket, and pluck out my wallet! When I tried to protest, Shannon ground her knee back down, causing me to moan in pain. I took Shannon's action as a warning of her own, for me to keep my mouth shut. As Melissa continued her lecture, Shannon removed and counted all of my cash - over three hundred dollars! She slipped the wallet back in my pocket, waved the cash at me from behind Melissa's shoulder, and tucked it in her boot. Then, she put her hand in my other pocket and found my pack of cigarettes (hey, my handle is "smoke", what can i tell you). I'm not proud of being a smoker, but I am an adult, and it's my right. I don't know if Shannon just confiscated the cigarettes to further punish me, or if she actually wanted to make use of them herself. If that is the case, I would hope that Melissa wouldn't approve. After all, Shannon is a minor who isn't entitled to such rights. But every time I even thought of saying anything to Melissa about it, Shannon's knee twisted down on my balls. Her eyes locked with mine and she smiled in triumph, as if to say "You and I both know what I am doing to you, and you can't do anything to stop me!" Well, she was partially right. I still maintain that she was cocky and sassy because her sister had done major damage to me. Melissa says that they hurt me every time that I wanted to speak because they weren't interested in hearing what I had to say. But I think that Shannon had a different agenda. She didn't want Melissa to know everything that she was doing to me, what with the money, cigarettes and her scissoring orgasms. Therefore she kept up the intensity of the attack, and between the shock and pain of what was happening to me, she pulled it off right under Melissa's nose. When Melissa was finished, she got off of me, but in an offhanded, gratuitous manner, gave me a chop on the bridge of my nose. The cast finally came off last month. I was still on the floor, in shock and pain, as the girls put on their capes and walked towards the door. As Melissa stepped out, Shannon turned back, looked at me with that haughty, adolescent grin, did a little dance move - and stuck her tongue at me! That childish act reminded me in the most degrading manner of the youthfulness of my nenmesis. I felt so ashamed that this baddased bitch of a 13 year-old kid was able to get in my face, talk trash to me, put me through pain and humiliation, steal my money, and I, a grown man, was unable to stop her. I was on the floor until nearly midnight, until I finally gathered the strength to pull myself up, but I found that I couldn't move without causing pain in several different parts of my body. I knew I needed to get medical attention, but I didn't want too many questions asked. I didn't want an ambulance. I was unable to drive my car. I was barely able to call a taxi with one of my few working fingers, but I finally made it to the hospital. I told the doctor in the emergency room that I had been mugged, but the female physician grinned a little when she observed the bruises around my ribs. She seemed to recognize the result of a body scissors when she saw it! But she then assumed, as did the other doctors, that it was merely rough sex gone too far, and I wasn't about to dissuade them from that notion. I let them bandage and plaster me up, and I kept my mouth shut. So if Melissa should read this, I hope that she appreciates the fact that I didn't snitch on her or her sister. But "Shannon Goes Solo" was the last straw. I had to finally speak up. I am counting on Melissa to rein her in, or for Shannen herself to grow up and stop trying to be as much of a bully as her sister. However, if Shannon still has a problem with me, she shouldn't drag Melissa into it. Shannon didn't make a move without Melissa right there with her, leading the attack. When Shannon held me, Melissa held me. When Shannon scissored me, Melissa was scissoring me. They pinned me down together. Shannon is very loud and very brash when her sister is already fighting. Then, Shannon brags about - Melvin? HAH! I am supposed to be cowering in fear because she beat up a 16 year-old nerd by herself? For lunch money? Shannon, you can kiss my ass. I'm not Melvin. I'm nearly six feet tall. I guess I could lose a few pounds, but I'm not in bad shape for my age. I won a varsity letter as a defensive tackle on my high school football team. That was a long time ago, but I wasn't a nerd then and I'm not one now. Melissa is extrordinary, I have admitted that. But she is unique. Shannon is only her kid sister, and she shouldn't shoot her mouth off with me if she can't back it up. I wonder what her father would do to her if he found out about what his daughters are doing. What would Shannon's principal do if he catches her with the cigarettes? If she is smart she won't mess with me. Save that for the nerds. I feel much better having gotten that off of my chest, and I am confident that I have done the right thing.