The Toughest Girl in School
by M.C.
A seventeen year old girl describes her life in high school.


1) Introduction

Hi, my name is Sally Jenkins and I'd like to tell you a little bit about
myself and the high school that I attend. I'm a seventeen and a half year old
senior in high school who stands five-feet nine inches tall and weighs around
140 pounds. And although I'm very fit and somewhat muscular (the result of my
many years of working out with weights), I don't have the huge muscles that
female bodybuilders have. But I am strong; that is to say VERY strong. I'm
also an expert in martial arts. But more about that a little bit later.

I guess that you could say that I attend a typical high school as it has all
of the usual student cliques that you'd expect to find in high schools. We
have the tough, macho jocks and the pompous and slutty cheerleaders who fawn
over them. The intellectual nerds who are studying calculus and physics so
that they can get into the elite universities. The "bad boys" who smoke
marijuana in the bathrooms during class breaks, and just about everyone else.

But I would have to say that there is one thing about my school that you might
find a little bit unusual. Here, the roughest and toughest kid happens to be a
girl. Yes, you heard me right; a girl! And how do I know this? Well, because
that girl just happens to be me (wink). I am the roughest and toughest kid in
all of Washington High; and it's been that way ever since I started attending
this school two years ago. And if you don't believe me, then just ask any of
the other students here and I'm sure that they'll all agree. Because if they
were to mention anybody else, then I'd beat the crap out of that person to
prove that they were wrong (a girl has her pride you know). To put it simply,
I am the undisputed Queen of Washington High.

2) A bit of background

Both of my parents are martial arts experts and own several dojos throughout
our city - I teach at one of them on weekends. In fact that's how they first
met. My mom defeated my dad-to-be in the city's annual martial arts tournament
that he had won three times in a row prior to that. But instead of feeling
bitter and humiliated at being beaten by a woman, my dad fell in love with her
and they wound up getting married. A few years later I was born. So for me
martial arts was not just a means of self-defense, but a way of life. My mom
began to teach me the basics when I was around three years old and I took to
it like a fish to water. By the time I was twelve years old I had earned a
first degree black belt in karate; and one day before my fifteenth birthday my
second. I am currently about to add a black belt in Kung-fu to my belt
collection. Being able to shatter boards and bricks with her hands and feet
does wonders for a girl's self-confidence as I found out whenever I confronted
the bullies in my schools.

As I grew older, I also discovered something very interesting about myself -
that I actually enjoyed beating up these rough, tough macho guys and putting
them in their place. And as I got older I found that feeling to be, well,
erotic. I liked the fact that me, a smaller girl, could take down even the
toughest guys in my schools. And I especially enjoyed rubbing it in by doing
girlie things like fluffing up my long, pretty blond hair and teasing them
while I was battering them into submission. And what did the teachers and
administrators of the schools that I attended think about me doing this? They
were all actually quite pleased about it because I was able to solve their
school's bullying problems for them. And if it happened to be a girl who was
taming the bullies? Well, so much the better.

Last semester the coach of our high school's football team actually begged me
to stop beating up his players. I told him that I was only doing it because
they were either harassing the smaller and weaker students in school or not
treating their girlfriends with the respect that they deserved. I further told
him that I would continue to beat then up until they behaved themselves. I
guess the coach must have had a serious talk with his team shortly afterwards
because I haven't had to beat any of them up since. Which proves my point -
you don't mess with the toughest kid in school; even if she happens to be a
girl!

Afterthought: I just love the feeling that I get when I walk through the halls
at school and everybody - even the tough, macho football players as well as
the teachers - stand to the side and let me pass unobstructed.

3) Dating

Now, you might think that because I'm the roughest and toughest kid in school
(and a girl to boot) that I would have problems getting guys to date me - that
they would be too intimidated to ask me out. Well you might think that, but
you'd be wrong. Because, to the contrary, for me to get guys to date me is the
easiest thing in the world. If on a Friday or Saturday night I wanted to go
out on a date, I would simply tell a guy in school that I fancy that he's
taking me out- or else! At first some of them did refused to date me which
proved to be a big mistake, for them that is. There's nothing like a good
beating from a girl to break down even the toughest guy's resistance. And if
they happen to already have a date or a girlfriend, well I'm afraid that's
just tough. After all, in the law of the jungle it's survival of the fittest
isn't it? And in all the schools that I've ever attended I've always been the
fittest (i.e. toughest). But I didn't keep the guys for very long. After two
or three dates I usually tired of them and sent them back to their girlfriends
and forced the girls take them back.

I once got wind of some of the pompous, slutty cheerleaders that were saying
nasty things about me behind my back because I was forcing their big, strong,
macho, football playing boyfriends to take me out; so I decided to have a
little "chat" with them to straighten them out. And how did my little chat
with them go? Well, first I cornered the four or them in the gym one
afternoon, grabbed them firmly by their long hair and tied them all together
in a knot (I can also be nasty when I want to be). Then I dragged them over to
a near-by bench, sat down and, one-by-one, yanked each of them across my knees
and gave them all a good spanking. And while I was spanking the pompous
cheerleaders, I gave them a stern lecture on how naughty they were. I left
them all crying on the floor of the gym (with their hair still tied together
in a knot) and, so far as I know, none of them have said a bad word about me
since. Gee, I wonder why (smirk). As I said before, you don't mess with the
toughest kid in school.

4) Big Ed

One day I caught Big Ed, a six foot-four inch, 235 pound guy who also happens
to be our school's heavyweight wrestler, bullying a smaller and weaker boy in
the schoolyard. After he stupidly ignored my warning to leave the kid alone
and apologize to him, I decided that a good beating was in order - so I gave
him one. Unfortunately, I beat him up so badly that he was unable to wrestle
in the city championships the next day and, unless a replacement for him was
quickly found, our school would have to forfeit his match. I didn't feel that
it was right that the whole school should have to suffer because Ed was a jerk
so I decided to wrestle in his place.

Although the guy that I wrestled was undefeated and the city's defending
heavy- weight champion who outweighed me by over a hundred pounds, I had
little difficulty defeating him (did I mention that I'm very strong?). In fact
I was even able to play around with him and giggle while I was dominating him
(I can be such a tease sometimes). I did feel sorry afterwards about the
severity of the beating that I had given Ed though. So I tried to make it up
to him by giving him the trophy that I had won. Truth be known though, Ed
would never have been able to beat the guy that I had so easily crushed. But I
didn't have the heart to tell him that (you see, I can also be a nice girl
when I want to be). After Ed recovered from the beating that I gave him, I
forced him take me to our high school's New Year's Eve party. And, after a
good talking to (and a not so thinly veiled threat), I convinced him to become
my steady boyfriend (I think he's a real cutie pie). It's just another one of
the perks that I get for being the roughest and toughest kid in school. Oh how
I love being a strong, tough girl.

Although, as I've already said, I'm very tough (and not just for a girl but
for anybody), I also have a soft, feminine side to me too. I like to laugh and
giggle a lot and make a fuss about my hair. I have long, curly blond hair and
I enjoy fluffing it up - even while I'm in the process of punching out some
tough bully. Every morning Eddie (that's what I call him now that he's my
boyfriend) has to come over to my house before school and brush my hair; as I
made all of my previous boyfriends have to do. And as he does so he has to
tell me how pretty my hair is. I like to tease him by telling him that because
of his big, strong muscles he's the best hair brusher I've ever had.

Eddie wasn't too keen about being forced to brush my pretty hair at first. But
one should never underestimate just how persuasive a good spanking or two from
a girl can be in convincing a guy into seeing things your way; if you catch my
drift. Sometimes I'll invite some of my girlfriends over in the afternoon
after school so that Eddie can brush their hair too while we all sit around
engaging in some "girl talk". Did I mention how much I love dominating my
boyfriends? I always have. It's such an erotic feeling for me to have a big,
strong and good- looking guy like Eddie completely under my control. I guess
that I must have the dominant female gene in me; just like my mother. The
apple doesn't fall too far from the tree I suppose.

Because he's such a big and strong guy, I make Eddie come to the advanced
women's self-defense class that I teach at one of my parent's dojos on
Saturday mornings. That way my students can practice their martial arts skills
on him. It must be quite a blow to Eddie's macho ego to get his ass kicked by
girls and women every weekend though - some of whom are literally only half
his size. And while the older women simply slap each other five after they
flatten him, the younger girls sometimes laugh and giggle. Poor Eddie. But I
guess it's just something that he'll have to get used to when he's with a
dominant female - just like my father had to do.

I do try to make him feel better after the class ends though by engaging in
some serious cuddling; and sometimes even more than that if you know what I
mean (wink). Guys are so fragile really. Although they pretend to be strong
and tough, they're really only little boys at heart who need the strength and
wisdom of a strong female to guide them through their lives That's another
lesson that I try to impart to all of the female students that I teach in my
self-defense class. And many have thanked me for this afterwards for giving
them the strength and self- confidence to change their relationships with
their male "significant others" for the better.

5) Final Thoughts

So, there you have it. A short explanation of what it's like for me being the
roughest and toughest kid in her high school - and I'm enjoying every minute
of it. I'm afraid that I'll have to sign off now because Eddie just arrived to
brush my pretty hair before we walk to school together. He's so sweet to me
now that I've trained him properly. And I've only had to punish him once since
we got together and that was when he showed up a few minutes late for my hair
brushing (I'm a real stickler for guys being on time). But after the good
spanking I gave him he hasn't been late since. Oh how I just love being a
strong, tough girl.