The Tough Girls Club of Richmond High
By M.C.
The founder and chairwoman of the Tough Girls Club describes who they are and how they came to be.


1) Introduction

Hi. My name is Kate (though my closest friends call me Katie) and I am the
founder and current chairwoman of a group of female students called the "Tough
Girls." We call ourselves that because, quite simply, that's exactly what we
are. We're the roughest and toughest kids in all of Richmond High School.
Notice I didn't say just "girls" of Richmond High; I meant EVERYONE, and
everybody knows it. When a member of the Tough Girls walks through the halls
in our school, even the large, strong, macho football players stand off to the
side to let her pass - if they know what's good for them. Because failure to
do so can result in a beating, as many of the boys in our school found out the
hard way. We're not bullies mind you. We just want the respect we, as strong
and tough females, feel that we're entitled to. In fact we demand it - and woe
to the boy that doesn't give it to us.

Even the teachers and staff leave us alone because they know that with the
Tough Girls around, nobody in our school gets out of line. Since forming our
club about three years ago, bullying at Richmond High, which had long been a
problem before the Tough Girls came along, had virtually ceased to exist.
Today nobody would dare harass another student at school, nor would a boy hit
his girlfriend (or any other girl for that matter). Because they know what
would happen to them if they did. They would get a visit from a Tough Girl who
would give them a comprehensive beating and, if she deemed it necessary, a
spanking across her knees (a good, hard spanking from a girl does wonders in
helping cure a boy of his macho ego attitude). In short, we keep the order
here at Richmond High.

Now you're probably wondering how my friends and I - seemingly normal, fifteen
year-old high school girls three years ago - became so respected and even
feared that we're able to dominate even the toughest students in our school.
Well then I'll tell you. This is the story about the "Tough Girl Club" and how
it came into being.

2) In The Beginning

Both my mom and dad are experts in martial arts. My mother holds a third
degree black belt in Tae Kwon Do while my father is a second degree black belt
in karate. In fact, they first met each other in our city's annual martial
arts tournament when they faced off in the championship match of the open
division. He was the defending champion but my mom kicked his ass to take his
title from him (so you see, being a Tough Girl was already in my DNA long
before I was even born). Despite his humiliation at her hands (and feet), my
dad accepted what my future mother did to him and congratulated her on her
victory. Soon afterwards they became friends (on their very first date they
went to see Kill Bill) and the rest, as the saying goes, is history.

My mother began to train me in Tae Kwon Do almost as soon as I could kick and
I took to it like a fish to water. By my twelfth birthday I had earned my
first degree black belt; and by my fifteenth, my second. "I want you to grow
up to be a strong and confident woman like me Katie," my mother told me
several times a week. "A woman who will never back down when you know that you
are in the right. Because in this world that's the kind of person that you'll
need to be in order to succeed; especially if you're a woman." It's a lesson
that I took to heart.

After earning my first degree black belt (at the ripe old age of twelve), my
mother put me in charge of the beginners class in her dojo - my dad is the
sensi of the intermediate class and my mom, the advanced. I was able to
convince five of my very best girlfriends to start taking lessons with me and
they took to it so well that after just three years of training, all five of
them passed their black belt test. I'm thinking that maybe it was the teaching
skill of their sensi - me - that did it (wink).

Anyway, my girlfriends are now considered to be experts in Tae Kwon Do;
although they're not at my level. Even though we were all roughly the same
age, because I was their sensi I took to calling them my "girls". It's a term
of endearment, not condescension and they understand it as such. All of which
leads to the incident that took place at our local beach on a warm and sunny
Saturday afternoon shortly after we began our freshman year at Richmond High.
An encounter that would prove to be very instrumental in bringing about the
creation of the Tough Girls Club.

3) The Incident at the Beach

One day after my Saturday morning advanced Tae Kwon Do class, my friends and I
rode our bikes to the beach for an afternoon of fun and relaxation. We were
all fifteen year-old freshmen having just started our first year of high
school a month earlier. While we were there, we began a friendly game of
volleyball on the beach's court in the sand; three against three. We were all
having a really good time until six large and strong boys - all of whom played
on our high school's football team - came along with their girlfriends and
ordered us to get off the volleyball court so that they could use it.

When we refused to leave the court saying that we had been there first, the
guys, edged on by their stuck-up and conceited cheerleader girlfriends (who
always talked down to everyone in school - especially new freshmen like us),
became were very nasty. They even called us some not-so-nice names which I
won't repeat here. It was obvious to us that they had also been drinking which
made things worse. Recalling my mother's wise advice about being strong and
never backing down when I felt I was in the right (which as their sensi I also
imparted to my girlfriends), we stood our ground and refused to leave the
court. "Oh come on guys," one of the cheerleaders called out. "Just push those
little runts out." I took note as to which one of them had said this.

One thing led to another and, as things heated up, my girlfriends and I
decided that enough was enough - a lesson had to be taught. So each of us
chose one of the guys who we then proceeded to beat the crap out of. Six
fifteen year-old girls challenged and beat up six of the biggest and strongest
boys in our entire school - and it wasn't that difficult either! We were able
to joke and giggle with each other while we were smacking them around the
volleyball court. In fact I was even able to use our encounter as a teaching
lesson by encouraging my friends to try out some of the new Tae Kwon Do
techniques that we had been working on.

Because I was their sensi I took on Ed, who was considered to be the toughest
boy in our whole school. But I was still able to look around while I was
beating him up to observe how my "girls" were doing. For despite the fact that
my friends were all black belts, I was still a little bit concerned because
they had never been in an actual fight against much larger opponents like they
were now. But as it turned out I needn't have worried. For not only were my
"girls" giving these arrogant jocks the well-deserved ass kicking that they
deserved, they were actually taking it easy on them! Why, you ask? Well it's
like this.

Although these guys were indeed deserving of the beating that we were now
giving them, they weren't dangerous men armed with weapons coming to rob or
rape us. And also, because the girls and I were fighting just one opponent at
a time instead of several (as I had trained them to be able to do) there was
no need to kick them in the balls or punch them in the throat where they might
have caused a serious injury. We also didn't need to punch or kick them with
the full, board shattering force that our hands and feet are capable of. These
were, after all, just pompous and conceited high school jocks that needed to
be taught a lesson in manners - and we were just the girls to do it.

4) After the Fight

It couldn't have taken us more than four or five minutes to put all six of
these big, strong guys down for the count. I can't even imagine what their
girlfriends must have been thinking as they watched their tough, macho
boyfriends getting their asses kicked in by a bunch of fifteen year old girls
- who were joking and giggling with each other while they did! As we gazed
down at the battered guys who were lying on the sand - too badly beaten to
even try to get up - we decided to rub it in a little bit more. We giggled,
fluffed up our long, pretty hair and high-fived each other (remember, we were
only fifteen years old at the time and, as the saying goes, 'girls will be
girls').

Satisfied that the guys weren't about to get up anytime soon, my friends and I
felt that their stuck-up girlfriends also needed to be taught a lesson. So
just like we did with their boyfriends, we each picked a girl (I chose the one
that had called us runts) and slapped them around with our open hands until
they were all in tears and begging us to stop. Then Peggy, one of my friends,
came up with a totally wonderful idea. And when she told us about it we all
began to laugh hysterically.

As the boys were now scattered all around the volleyball court, we went over
to "our" boy (the one that we had beaten up), grabbed him by his ankles and
dragged him to the center of the court so that they were now lying on their
backs next to one another. Then we put one foot on their chests and flexed our
biceps while Peggy took pictures with her cell phone (I then took a few of
Peggy so that she could also be in some pictures). It was while we were doing
this that several of us, including me, had an orgasm; such was the erotic
thrill that we felt at the time.

So that their girlfriends wouldn't feel left out, we then grabbed them by
their hair, dragged them over to where their boyfriends were lying and took
pictures of them too. They all started to cry again; poor things (giggle).
"Well I hope you all learned your lesson here today," I said to the battered
guys and the crying girls. "Don't mess with little girls; we're a lot tougher
than we look." Then I smiled at my friends and said, "Beating up these boys
has made me hungry. So why don't we ride our bikes over to the mall and have
some ice cream and I'll pay for it." (Because I was a sensi in my parents
dojo, they gave me a modest salary so I usually had some money with me).

Before leaving I smiled down at the football players that we had beaten up and
their humiliated girlfriends. "My friends and I have decided to let you guys
have the volleyball court now. So have fun; bye-bye." We walked over to where
our bikes were parked but, unable to resist one final dig at them before we
rode off, I called out, "I want to thank you boys for this lovely workout. It
gave my 'girls' a chance to try out some of the new techniques that I've been
teaching them. And as you probably noticed, they worked out quite well." Then
I giggled and added, "I hope you enjoyed this little tussle of ours as much as
we did; it sure was fun. Tee, hee." Then off we went to the mall, laughing all
the way there.

5) The Next Day at the Dojo

All through the first hour of Sunday morning's Tae Kwon Do lesson, my friends
and I were both distracted and giddy; so much so that it became obvious to me
that we simply could not have a serious session. Tae Kwon Do is a very serious
discipline and if you can't devote your full attention to it during the
lesson, then there's really no point in continuing. After all, even though my
friends and I may be considered experts in martial arts, when all is said and
done we're still just fairly normal fifteen year-old high school girls.

"Girls," I began after a fruitless hour, "it's obvious that this session is a
complete waste of our time. The experience that we had at the beach yesterday
is still way too fresh in our minds for us to be able to concentrate on Tae
Kwon Do. So this is what I suggest we do: I'll order a large pizza for us and
we'll meet at my house around noon. I think we all need to have a serious
discussion about what we did yesterday by beating up those six football
players, and what the ramifications for us will be after word about it spreads
around school."

"I'm sure that by tomorrow, practically everyone at school will have heard
about how we easily beat up the six strongest and toughest boys on the
football team; not to mention slapping their girlfriends around. And as a
result of what we did, I'm also sure that we'll be experiencing some very
strange reactions in how the other students, as well as our teachers and
staff, relate to us from now on. Will they respect us? Will they fear us? And
what should we do about it if they do? I think that we need to discuss all of
this." We agreed to meet at my house at noon for pizza and have our
discussion. For we also knew that the way my friends and I decided to deal
with this situation will probably determine how our four years at Richmond
High will be for us."

6) The Birth of the "Tough Girl" Club

From noon until close to five that afternoon my friends and I discussed,
debated and even argued (though non-violently) over how we should handle our
new situation vis-a vis the other students in school. I even ordered another
pizza for us as I could see that our discussion was going to continue for
quite some time. We all knew what was probably coming: One day my friends and
I are seen as harmless, fifteen year-old girls - freshmen in high school. And
the next, we'll be seen as supergirls who can easily beat up the roughest,
toughest boys in school. How will the other students relate to us once they
hear about it? And what, if anything, should we do about it?

After we had boiled it down to just two strategies, we appeared to be evenly
split as to which one would be the best to follow (being their sensi only
applies to when we're in my class at the dojo while here I have only one vote
like everyone else). Three girls suggested that we keep a low profile in the
hope that things will blow over and everything will return to the way they
were before the 'incident' at the beach. But the other three (of which I was
one) wanted us stop hiding behind an antiquated idea about how girls should
behave and just come out and say it, "We are strong, tough and self-confident
girls! Mess with us and you'll wind up just like those football players and
their girlfriends did. This is who we are so deal with it!"

But it was Candy who came up with the best - and most convincing - argument of
all. "Look girls," she began in her quiet but deliberate style (we all agree
that Candy is the smartest girl in our group), "we've been in our new high
school for a little over a month now and what have we already witnessed?
Strong kids bullying the weaker ones in the halls. Guys making lewd comments
about girls loud enough for the girls to hear. Boyfriends even slapping their
girlfriends during an argument. Big kids taking money from smaller ones. Drugs
being openly dealt on campus. I could go on but you get the idea. And what do
the teachers and staff do about all of this? So far as I can tell, nothing.
Whether we like it or not girls, we're going to be here for four years. Is
this the way we want things to be for all that time?" After a brief pause to
gather her thoughts, Candy continued.

"I'm sure that none of us do. Well, thanks to our friend Katie here (I admit I
blushed a little bit when Candy said that) we're strong, tough and
self-confident girls - as we proved at the beach yesterday. We can actually do
something about the problems that we see in our school rather than just
complain about them. And maybe we can get some other girls who feel the way
that we do to join us. Perhaps we can even form some sort of club of strong,
tough girls to straighten our school out. Because if we don't do anything
about these problems, who will?" Not surprisingly Candy's argument won the
day. And so by a unanimous vote we decided to go full tough girl mode and let
everyone else deal with us as we are.

Furthermore, we also decided to form a club consisting of strong and tough
girls from our school. We even drew up a manifesto for our new club with rules
and regulations concerning things like what the qualifications for joining
are. The girls had to be either an expert in martial arts like us, or a
strong, tough, athletic girl. The first girl to join our club after us was
Janet who was both a bodybuilder and a boxer. And even though she was only a
middleweight, she knocked our school's heavyweight boxer and then forced him
to become her boyfriend. The second girl to join was Chin Lee, an exchange
student from Taiwan who's an expert in Kung Fu. In fact Ms. Lee is so good
that when she began to study in the U.S. she beat up her sensi. Janet and Chin
Lee were definitely the type of girls that we wanted were looking for (as of
now we have ten girls in our club).

We also drew up rules about the types of punishments a girl could administer.
Because we weren't sadists, the beatings had to be proportional to the offence
that the boy had committed. Bullies, boys who slap their girlfriends, guys
that extort money from weaker students - they can be beaten up as the Tough
Girl sees fit. She can also give them a good, hard spanking if she feels it's
necessary. For less serious offences, a less severe punishment is recommended.
Like when a boy in an argument with his girlfriend yells at her. So long as he
didn't call her a Bitch - which is a serious offence worthy of a comprehensive
beating - then a few hard slaps back and forth across his face followed by a
stern warning never to mistreat his girlfriend again is usually sufficient.

And what did we decide to call this new club of ours? That also came down to
two choices. One was "The Avenging Angels" and the other, "The Tough Girls."
And by a vote of 4 - 2 "The Tough Girls" won out (personally I preferred "The
Avenging Angels", but such is life).

7) The Tough Girls Rule the Roost

At first, most of the Richmond High students thought that the Tough Girls were
something of a joke; but that didn't last very long. When bullies, drug
dealers, guys who hit their girlfriends or called them a bitch, extortionists
or just all-round nasty guys started showing up in school with black eyes,
bloody noses, swollen jaws and lips, the student's opinion of our group
changed from being just a curiosity, to respect and, finally, something akin
to awe. As I mentioned earlier, when any of the now ten members of the Tough
Girl Club walks through the halls in school, even the macho football players
stand off to the side to let her pass. Such is the respect that we now have.

You might think that because we're strong, tough girls that we'd have problems
getting guys to date us; that guys might be too intimidated by our strength
and toughness to ask us out. Nothing could be further from the truth. First of
all there are guys (and more than you might think) that find strong, tough
girls to be very sexy; the ones who love fantasy females like Wonder Woman,
Supergirl, The She Hulk et.al. But even if they're not like that, when a
member of the Tough Girl Club wants a certain boy to take her out, she just
tells him that that's what he's going to do. And if for some reason he simply
can't, then he'd better have a damn good reason for it - or else!

Remember Ed, the big, strong boy that I had beaten up on the beach that day?

Well Richmond High had a big Halloween party shortly after that and as I was a
freshman and a new student, I didn't know too many people yet. But I did meet
him at the beach (giggles). So I told him that he was taking me to the party.
At first he refused (do you think the beating that I gave him had anything to
do with that?). But after I used a little "feminine persuasion" on him, he
realized the error of his ways and took me to the Halloween party. A girl
should never underestimate the persuasive power that a good, hard spanking can
have on a stubborn boy (smirk).

My friend Peggy forced Greg - the boy that she had beaten up at the beach that
day - to take her to the party too. Appropriately, I went to the party dressed
as Wonder Woman and Peggy went as Supergirl (Janet, the bodybuilder, went as
the She Hulk). Ed and Greg remained our boyfriends until the end of the school
year when they graduated (they were seniors while Peggy and I were freshmen).
Then they both went off to play football at a university in another state.
Gee, do you think that the reason they went to an out-of-state university
instead staying close-by had anything to do with Peggy and me? (Grin). Anyway,
the point that I wanted to make was that when you're a member of the Tough
Girl Club, getting guys to take you out on a date is as easy as a solid right
hook to the jaw or a good over-the-knees spanking.

8) Epilogue

So that's the story of the Tough Girls Club of Richmond High; who we are and
how we came into being. And while you may think that it's a bit unusual for a
high school to be virtually controlled by a group of girls (to put it mildly),
in the end it's the results that count. And the results are that because of
the Tough Girls' strength and 'tough love' policy, Richmond High is now
considered to be one of the top ranked high schools in the entire state. In
fact it's light years ahead of where it was ranked before my friends and I
took matters into our own hands and straightened out all of our school's
problems. Now that's what I call GIRL POWER!

One more thing about the fight my friends and I had on the beach that day. The
cheerleader that had called us runts - the one that I then slapped to tears
(her name is Cindy) - was Ed's girlfriend at the time. But after watching how
easily I beat him up she broke up with him. A few weeks later - and much to my
surprise - Cindy came up to me in school and apologized for calling us runts.
She also and that she had no hard feelings about my slapping her (she said
that she deserved it)! Cindy then asked me if it was possible to study Tae
Kwon Do with me in my beginners class because she was so impressed by how
easily me and my 'girls' had beaten up Ed and the others. When I told her that
she'd be more than welcome, Cindy hugged me (I kid you not) and actually
became one of my best students. In a few months she'll be ready to take the
test for her brown belt and I know she'll pass it with flying colors. We're
now even close friends. It's funny how things work out sometimes.