The New Girl in the Neighborhood
By M.C.
On her very first day in her new neighborhood, a strong, tough girl lays down the law.


Amy Wilson opened the last of the cardboard boxes lying on the floor of her
bedroom and carefully put her clothes away into the closet and the chest of
drawers. Satisfied that all of her things were in their proper place, the
pretty 17 year-old blond sat down on her bed. 'Boy, moving into a new house
sure is a pain in the ass,' she said to herself. 'But at least it's all over
now.' Amy glanced up at the clock on the wall and smiled. 'It's only 2 P.M.
That means I still have plenty of time to explore my new neighborhood before
dinnertime.'

Amy went downstairs and bid her parents - who were still in the process of
unpacking - 'good-bye' and off she went to acquaint herself with her new
surroundings.

'It's always tough to start over after a move to a different city,' Amy
thought as she left her new home and began walking down the street. 'You have
to get used to a completely new school where you don't have even one single
friend.

No doubt the kids at my new school will all have their friendship 'clicks'
that I, as an outsider, will be excluded from. Oh well, I've done it before
and I guess I'll just have to do it all over again. I know that my dad just
got an important job promotion and we had to move here; but moving sure sucks
nonetheless.'

After walking several blocks, Amy came upon a large park where she saw three
girls who appeared to be about her age sitting together on a bench. 'Hello,'
Amy said as she approached them. 'My name is Amy Wilson. My parents and I just
moved into the neighborhood.' Amy couldn't help but notice that the girls all
had glum looks on their faces. 'Why all the sad looks?' she asked them.

'It's because of Bill and his gang of bullies,' Joan, one of the girls
replied. 'They took away our clubhouse over there (she pointed to a building
about a hundred feet away). We had worked so hard to get the building into
shape to use for our clubhouse, but then these mean boys came in and just took
it away from us and made it theirs instead.'

'Gee, that doesn't seem to be very fair to me,' Amy said. 'Perhaps I should go
over there and have a little talk with these naughty boys and explain to them
that what they did isn't right. Would you girls like me to do that?'

'Sure Amy,' Sandy, another of the girls, replied. 'But, but you're just one
girl. What can you possibly do against four of the biggest and strongest boys
in the neighborhood; not to mention our school?'

Sandy's question was met with a cryptic smile. 'Oh, let's just say that I have
a little bit of experience in dealing with matters like these. Tell you what
girls, if I can straighten out this clubhouse matter of yours and convince
those boys to return it to you, will you accept me as a member of your club?'

The girls all looked at each other. 'Sure Amy,' Cathy, the third girl that was
sitting on the bench replied. 'If you can do that, we'd be happy to have you
in our club. But as Sandy just said, what can you, one girl, do' I mean these
are indeed some of the largest and toughest boys in our whole school; and
Bill, their leader, is the star running back of our high school football
team.'

Once again Amy flashed her new acquaintances a cryptic smile. 'Well girls,
let's just go over there and see what this one girl can do about this
situation of yours.' Amy led the girls up to the door of the clubhouse. 'You
wait out here,' she said to them, then added with a grin, 'there's nothing to
worry about. I've got this.' And with that, Amy opened the door to the
clubhouse and bravely went inside.

'Well hello boys,' Amy said as she entered the clubhouse and closed the door
behind her. 'Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Amy Wilson and I just
moved into the neighborhood. I understand that there seems to be a little bit
of a misunderstanding about whose clubhouse this actually is and I'd like to
straighten things out. Joan and her friends told me that they worked very hard
to clean up this place and get it into good shape so that they can use it for
their clubhouse; and that you boys came in and just took it over today. Is
that true?'

'And what if it is?' Bill answered as he and his friends stood up (the four of
them had been sitting around on chairs and drinking beer when Amy entered the
room). 'Just what do you think you're going to do about it?'

Amy suddenly found herself virtually surrounded by four large guys - each of
whom was both bigger and physically stronger than she was. But if the pretty
blond felt any fear about the situation she found herself in she certainly
didn't express it in any way.

'Well let's put it this way,' the intrepid girl answered. 'If you boys would
agree to leave this clubhouse and apologize to Joan and her friends for your
rudeness, then I won't have to punish you. But if you don't, then I'm afraid
that I'm going to have to teach you all a lesson.'

The scene in the clubhouse couldn't be more surreal. Four large and strong
boys were facing off against a five foot-six inch, 130 pound girl - and it was
she that was threatening them! 'Well then girlie,' Bill barked out he glared
down at her. 'In that case why don't you teach us all a lesson.' Amy noticed
the smirks the three other boys had on their faces when Bill said this. And
what was her response' She simply flashed them a pretty smile.

'Very well then boys,' Amy replied with a calmness that seemed somewhat
out-of-touch with her predicament, 'have it your way.' And as she tied her
long, pretty blond hair back into a ponytail, Amy added, 'but I just don't
want to hear you boys cry afterwards that I didn't warn you.' With her hair
now neatly tied back so that it wouldn't get into her eyes during the upcoming
confrontation, Amy put her hands in her hips and said, 'O.K. tough guys, show
me what you've got.'

As she would be taking on four guys at once - all of whom were larger and
stronger than she was in the rather confined space of the clubhouse - Amy
chose to initiate the attack rather than have to defend herself against them;
which would have put her at a considerable disadvantage in the fight. Relying
on the element of surprise, not to mention her fourteen years of intensive
martial arts training, (both of Amy's parents were martial arts experts and
began training her in self-defense from the time that she was virtually able
to walk), Amy struck the first blow.

Because he was the largest and strongest of the four opponents that she would
have to face, Amy lashed out at Bill first. With a lightning fast series of
well-placed punches and kicks to his face and body, Amy drove the six foot-two
inch, 230 pound star of her soon-to-be high school football team backwards. He
tripped over one of the chairs and was sent him crashing to the floor. With
Bill sprawled out on his back and temporarily out of the action now, Amy felt
free to turn her attention to the other three boys that she had to contend
with. And in an awesome display of her amazing martial arts skills, the pretty
17 year-old girl transformed herself into an invincible fighting machine -
easily proving to be more than a match for the totally outclassed guys. In
fact, so easily was Amy dominating the fight that she even managed to carry on
a casual conversation with the hapless boys as she battered them all around
the clubhouse.

'This is one of the disadvantages of fighting several large boys at once -
WHAM! (Amy slammed her right foot hard into the side of Craig's face with a
perfectly executed round-house kick). I have to deal with each of you quickly
in order to take you out of the fight - THUD! THUD! THUD! POW! (and with three
hard punches deep into Robert's gut followed by a solid kick to his jaw, he
too was sent to the floor). 'So I really don't have the time to play around
with you guys as much as I would have liked to.' WHACK! POW! CRACK! Two more
punches from her board shattering fists which was quickly followed by a
powerful kick from her equally lethal right foot to the head and Raymond
joined his friends Robert and Craig on the clubhouse floor.

With Craig, Robert and Raymond now taken out of the fight, Amy turned her
attention back to Bill who was slowly getting to his feet. Because she felt
she had a few seconds to spare, Amy untied her ponytail and fluffed up her
pretty blond hair before tying it back into a ponytail again; then she
confronted Bill. 'O.K. tough guy, it looks like it's down to just you and me
now. So let's settle this thing manno-al-girlo.'

'Yes, let's do that you BITCH!' Bill roared as he began to move towards her.

'My, my what language Billy (nobody ever dared to call him Billy, at least not
until now that is). It looks like I need to teach you a special lesson in
manners.' Amy looked down at the three guys that were still lying on the
clubhouse floor where she put them. 'I want you boys to stay exactly where you
are,' she told them sternly. 'This is between Bill and me. And if any of you
do try to intervene on his behalf you will be severely punished. Do you
understand?' Then, looking back at Bill, Amy smiled and said, 'I'm ready
whenever you are big boy.'

To describe the final confrontation in the clubhouse that afternoon between
Amy and Bill as a 'fight' would be a gross misnomer - 'massacre' would be a
much more accurate description of what actually transpired. For despite being
six inches taller than she was as well as outweighing her by a hundred pounds,
Bill found himself so completely outclassed by the smaller girl that she was
able to giggle and tease him while she beat him up.

'It's been my experience - WHAM! - (Amy's fight foot nailed Bill hard on his
jaw) that there's nothing like a good beating - PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! WHACK! -
(a series of lightning fast, well placed punches to Bill's mid-section
followed by yet another kick to his head sent him flying back against the
clubhouse wall) to teach bullies a lesson.' Amy had the star of her new high
school football team pinned back against the wall now and was relentlessly
pummeling him at will.

As her rapid and well placed punches seemed to be coming at him from several
different directions at once, Bill found it virtually impossible to defend
himself. 'I'll have to say this for you Billy,' Amy said as she continued to
pound him with her fists, 'you sure do make a lovely punching bag. Maybe I'll
take you to the martial arts class that I'm going to begin teaching at my
parents dojo next week and let the girls that I train use you for target
practice.'

Amy stopped punching Bill for a moment and took a step back. As he was now all
but beaten, she knew she had nothing to fear. She smiled down at the other
three battered boys and decided to rub in the fact that they had all been
beaten up by a girl. Amy untied her ponytail and once again began to fluff up
her long, blond hair. 'Isn't my hair pretty?' she asked in her cutest little
girlie voice. 'It's so soft and fluffy; don't you think?' Then she looked at
Bill who by now was barely able to stand and said with a smirk, 'how does it
feel to be beaten up by a little girl Mr. Tough Guy' I hardly even worked up a
sweat; tee, hee, hee' And to rub it in even further, the pretty blond began to
twirl her ponytail around while she continued to tease him.

Angered by this humiliation, Bill summed up all of his remaining strength and
lunged at the girl that was humiliating him. It was an act as desperate as it
was useless. THUMP! Amy met his final charge with one more powerful roundhouse
kick to Bill's already badly bruised face and he want down for the count. In
less than ten minutes, the pretty 17 year-old girl literally beat the four
strongest and toughest boys in her new neighborhood into submission. 'That's
four up and four down,' Amy mused as she looked at the battered guys lying on
the floor. 'Not too bad for a girl; tee, hee, hee.'

Satisfied that she had completely knocked the fight out of them, Amy let the
beaten boys recover for a bit before moving on to the next part of her
'lesson'. 'All right guys' Amy said in a strong, commanding tone of voice
after a short break, 'I want to see you all on your feet - NOW!'

As the boys slowly got up, Amy forced them all to stand against one of the
clubhouse walls. She then stood in front of them with her hands on her hips
and gave them a stern lecture. 'I hear that you guys are the bullies of the
neighborhood, as well as my new school. Well, there's a new sheriff in town
now and she doesn't like bullies; so your days of picking on the smaller,
weaker kids are now officially over. Because if I ever hear of any of you
bullying other kids again - SMACK! - (Amy pounded her right fist hard into her
left palm and the sound reverberated throughout the clubhouse) I'll beat you
up again - only the next time I won't be as gentle with you as I was this time
(Gentle' She beat them all to a pulp). DO YOU UNDERSTAND?'

The four once feared gang of bullies (or ex-bullies now) meekly lowered their
eyes to the floor and muttered a subdued 'yes.'

'YES WHAT?' Amy demanded, relishing in the complete and total domination that
she now had over these four large, tough boys. For some reason Amy had always
enjoyed cutting bullies down to size. Truth be known, she even found it to be
quite an erotic sensation when she expressed her domination over tough, macho
guys; as she was doing now.

'Yes, we understand Amy,' she compelled each one of them to say (some were on
the verge of crying when they did so, increasing Amy's erotic sensation even
more). But although Amy did get an erotic pleasure from dominating boys, she
was neither a cruel nor sadistic person by nature. But she also understood
that strength was only language that bullies seem to understand. She even came
up her own cliché for it: 'Spare the fist, spoil the bully.'

'Good,' Amy said with a smile, confident that she had made her point. But then
she remembered, 'Oh yes Billy, I still have to punish you for calling me a
bitch, don't I' Hmmm, now what would be an appropriate punishment for such a
naughty boy' Oh yes, I know exactly what to do.' Amy walked over to one of the
near-by chairs, picked it up and placed it in the center of the clubhouse;
then she approached Bill. Despite her being six inches shorter and a hundred
pounds lighter than he was, the surprisingly strong girl grabbed the largest
and toughest boy of the gang by the collar of his shirt and dragged him over
to the chair, sat down and yanked him across her knees. 'This is what I do to
boys that speak to me disrespectfully, as you did Billy. I give them a good
spanking.'

While Amy pulled Bill's pants and boxer shorts down to his thighs, she looked
over at the other boys who were still standing up against the wall. 'I want
all of you to watch what I do to this naughty boy.' Then she added with a
stern warning, 'and if I catch any of you looking away, I'm going to give you
a good spanking too!' Amy looked down at Bill and began to giggle. 'My, my,
what a cute tushie you have there Billy; tee, hee, hee. It's just begging to
be spanked.' And, with her strong right hand, that's exactly what she
proceeded to do.

As the strong girl spanked the largest and toughest boy in her neighborhood to
tears, she glance over at the other three to make sure that they were indeed
watching as she humiliated the guy they idolized in front of them; resting her
eyes on one boy in particular. 'And what's your name handsome?' she asked.

'Ra-Ra-Raymond,' he stuttered. When Amy noticed how much he was shaking when
he answered her she started to giggle again (Amy, if you haven't already
noticed by now, likes to giggle a lot. 'It's the little girl in me', she likes
to say).

'You're a real cutie pie, aren't you' So tell me Raymond, do you by any chance
happen to have a girlfriend?' Bill began crying so, mercifully, Amy stopped
whacking his behind; but she still kept the large boy draped across her knees.

'Well no, I don't. At least not at the moment anyway.'

'Hmmm, interesting,' Amy mused. After a rather lengthy pause in which the only
audible sound in the clubhouse was that of Bill's sobbing, Amy rose from the
chair (sending Bill crashing to the floor in the process) and stood before the
other three battered boys. 'Very well then, I think my work here is just about
finished. Now, I want all of you to go outside and apologize to Joan and her
friends for taking their clubhouse away from them, and promise never to bully
them again. Do you understand me?' Amy then reached down, grabbed Bill by the
collar of his shirt and yanked him to his feet. 'And that goes for you too
tough guy! Now, pull up your pants and let's all go outside so you boys can
apologize to Joan and her friends for your rude behavior.'

Amy grinned when she saw the expression on the faces of her new friends as she
marched the four beaten and humiliated boys out of the clubhouse. 'You see
girls, I told you there was nothing to worry about. I had everything under
control. These ex-bullies won't be bothering you anymore; isn't that right
boys?' After they agreed, Amy forced them to apologize for taking over the
clubhouse. And only then did she allow them to them leave the park - all
except Raymond that is. 'Hold on there big boy,' she called out as Raymond
began to walk away with his battered friends. 'I'm not quite through with you
yet. You're coming with me.'

When he heard Amy say this, Raymond began to shake again. 'Whe-where are you
taking me?' he nervously asked her.

Noticing this Amy once again started to giggle. 'Oh you cute little scaredie
cat you (Raymond actually stood six feet tall and weighed around 200 pounds;
thus he actually towered over Amy's five foot-six inch, 130 pound frame). 'I'm
taking you home with me. We're going to have a little girl-to-boy talk -
that's when the girl talks and the boy listens; if he knows what's good for
him that is. And if you try to run away from me I'll chase you down. I set the
record for both the 100 and 200 yard sprints in my previous school. And when I
catch up to you I'll beat you up again and give you a good spanking like I
gave to Billy. So I would just cooperate with me if I were you.' After a brief
pause to let her message sink in Amy grabbed Raymond by the hand. 'O.K. cutie
pie, let's go.'

'It was so wonderful to have met you Amy,' Joan said as they started to walk
off. 'You are now officially an honored member of our club.'

'Thanks,' Amy smiled. 'You girls have no idea how much that means to me.' Then
she added with a wink, 'You might find that there are a few advantages to
having a strong, tough girl like me in your club.'

'I think we already have,' Cathy called out. 'Maybe you can teach us some of
your martial arts techniques too.'

'Sure thing. My parent's new dojo will open next week and I'd be more than
happy to begin training you girls. I'll even do it for free. After all, we're
friends now; right?' Joan, Cathy and Sandy all gave Amy the 'thumbs up' sign
as their new friend led Raymond out of the park.

'Hi mom,' Amy said cheerfully as she and Raymond entered her new home. 'I want
to introduce you to Raymond, one of my new friends that I met in the park
today. He's a real cutie pie; isn't he?'

'It's a pleasure to meet you Raymond,' the large and powerfully built woman
replied as she reached out and shook his hand. Raymond grimaced when he felt
the strength of her grip and both Amy and her mother smirked when they saw
this. 'So, how did the exploration of your new neighborhood go honey?'

'Oh it was wonderful mommy. I met three girls my age in the park and they
invited me to join their club. They even have their own clubhouse. All I had
to do was beat up the gang of neighborhood bullies and the girls accepted me.'
Amy smiled at Raymond when she said this.

'That's nice to hear,' Amy's mother said. Then she looked over at Raymond and,
noticing his black eye and swollen jaw, casually asked her daughter, 'I hope
you weren't too rough with those bullies today honey. They are, after all,
only young boys.'

'No rougher than I had to be mommy. I was just rough enough to teach them all
a good lesson, like you taught me to do. Isn't that right Raymond?' Amy
squeezed his hand so hard that he almost cried out in pain before letting out
a meek, 'Yes, that's right Amy. You weren't too rough with us.'

'That's nice,' Amy's mother said and grinned at her daughter. 'And will your
new friend be staying for dinner honey?'

'Why yes, course he will mommy. Isn't that right Raymond?' After another firm
squeeze from Amy's strong right hand the helpless boy cried out,' Yes, yes; of
course I'll stay for dinner.'

Amy's mother looked at her daughter and then at Raymond, and understood. 'Very
well then Amy. I sent your father out to shop for groceries so he should be
back in a little while. Dinner will be served in two hours sharp! Understand'
I'll give you a ten minute warning before it's ready. So, in the meantime, may
I suggest you and your new friend here use this time to get better acquainted
with one another; if you catch my drift honey (wink).'

'That's an excellent idea mommy,' Amy replied (also with a wink). She took
Raymond by the hand (gently this time) and led him towards the staircase.
'Come new boyfriend of mine, let's take my mother's advice and get better
acquainted.' And, giggling like a little girl, Amy virtually dragged the much
larger boy up the stairs and into her bedroom.

Later That Afternoon

Amy lay on top of Raymond, resting her head on his chest. 'It's almost time
for din-din sweetie pie,' she said softly as she glanced at the clock on the
wall. 'Are you ready?' When Raymond didn't answer her right away, Amy reached
down, grabbed his penis and gave it a firm squeeze. 'Did you hear what I just
said Ray?'

'Yes Amy (Raymond gulped) I heard you.'

'Then why didn't you respond to your little girlfriend when she asked you a
question' (She squeezed his penis even harder). 'Do you want me to take you
across my knees and give you a good spanking?' Although Amy was speaking
softly, Raymond had no doubt that she meant exactly what she said.

'No Amy, I'm sorry. Yes, I'm ready for dinner.'

Raising her head, Amy looked at Raymond and, noticing that he had tears in his
eyes, cooed, 'Oh you poor thing you. What's the matter' You don't want to be
with a girl who can beat up your rough, tough macho gang of bullies and giggle
while she's doing it' Who can then take Bill - the roughest, toughest guy in
your school, a guy that you all idolized - across her knees and spank him to
tears while forcing you to watch' Then make you to apologize to Joan and her
friends for taking their clubhouse away from them' And finally, forcing you to
become her boyfriend' All in just one afternoon?' Amy grinned and continued.

'Well Raymond, I'm afraid that you're just going to have to get used to me.
Because whether you like it or not, I've decided to make you my boyfriend and
there's absolutely nothing you can do about it; is there?' Amy bunched up her
right fist and playfully punched Raymond in the nose several times. 'Punchy,
punchy, punchy,' she giggled as she lightly tapped him. Did Amy know that she
was humiliating Raymond' Rubbing in the fact that she was the dominant one in
their relationship' Of course she did; and that was exactly her point. Because
only by completely destroying Raymond's macho, chauvinistic ego could she then
begin to mold him into the type of boyfriend that she wanted; the warm, loving
and compassionate person that he, with her firm guidance, would become. 'So,
are you going to be a good boy and do what your little girlfriend says?'

'Yes Amy, I'll do what you say.'

'Good. Now let's cuddle for a few more minutes and then get ready for dinner.
If you haven't noticed by now, my mom's a real disciplinarian - undoubtably a
result of her being a officer in the Marine Corps. And as my dad and I found
out the hard way, she's is a real stickler for doing our chores around the
house and for showing up for meals on time. I guess that's where I got my
strength of purpose and discipline. My mother is the only person I know that
even I don't dare to cross.' Amy continued to cuddle with her new boyfriend
for a few more minutes before they got out of the bed and prepared themselves
for dinner.

Two Hours Later

Once again Amy was lying on her bed on top of Raymond, resting her head on his
ample chest. And as she did so, Amy reflected about all of the events that
occurred on her first day in her new neighborhood. After finishing unpacking
all of her belongings, she went out to explore her surroundings. When she got
to the near-by park, Amy introduced herself to three girls around her age that
would become her friends as they invited her to join their club. Then, she
beat up and tamed the gang of rough, tough bullies that had been the scourge
of both her neighborhood as well as the school she would soon begin attending.
And finally, she 'convinced' a good-looking guy to become her boyfriend. So,
all things considered, you could say that Amy had a rather successful first
day in her new neighborhood. Suddenly, for the umpteenth time that day, the
pretty blond began to giggle.

'What are you giggling about now Amy?' Raymond asked her.

'Oh, I just had a lovely idea Ray - about how both we girls and you guys could
get together and share our clubhouse in the park.'

'I don't see how that can ever work. After all, first you beat us up, then you
humiliated us before kicking us out. So, what can you possibly do to make
things right between you girls and us guys?'

'You'll find out sweetie pie,' Amy answered with a wink. 'You'll find out.'

Epilogue: One Week Later

Amy picked up the gravel and banged it on the table. 'This meeting of our new
clubhouse will now come to order,' she said. Then, looking over at Joan, Cathy
and Sandy, she grinned and asked 'So girls, what's the order of business
today?'

'We would like to initiate our new boyfriends into the club,' Joan said,
grinning in return. 'According to the new rules that we decided on, boyfriends
are now allowed to become members - provided that they swear to behave
themselves and treat us nicely that is.'

'Yes, you are quite right Joan,' Amy smirked. 'That is what we decided on. So
girls, let's go out and bring in our boyfriends and make them swear the club
oath.' Amy, Joan, Cathy and Sandy went out of the clubhouse, and when they
reentered, each girl had her new boyfriend in tow: Joan with Bill, Cathy with
Craig, Sandy with Robert and Amy with Raymond. Amy stood before them and, in a
strong and imperious tone of voice, asked, 'Do you boys solemnly swear to
treat your girlfriends with the respect and dignity that they deserve and
promise never, ever to mistreat them?'

'Yes,' they all replied in unison with their heads bowed.

'And you know what the penalty is if you break your oath; don't you?'

'Yes,' they said again. Craig and Robert had - courtesy of Amy - a black eye
to remind them of the penalty that Amy was referring to. Bill, being somewhat
stubborn as is his wont, had two (as Amy's boyfriend Raymond didn't need a
reminder for obvious reasons).

'Good. Then by the power vested in me as chairwoman of this club, I here-by
officially welcome you boys in as members.' Then, turning to her new friends,
Amy smiled and said, 'So girls, let's take our new members home and 'initiate'
them to our club,' (all the girls began to giggle when Amy said this). And as
the girls led their new boyfriends out of the clubhouse and began to walk them
to their respective homes (and bedrooms) Joan called out, 'You were right Amy,
there are definitely advantages in having a strong, tough girl like you for a
friend.' In response, Amy flashed her girlfriends a pretty smile as she too
led her boyfriend out of the park towards her home; and bedroom.