Taming of an A-bone
by Montrose
Big Frank gets dominated by a small Asian woman

Frank stood and smiled down at the new hire who was inching her way into his office - a 
sweet little package. Her pretty face was all round glasses and shining teeth surrounded 
by sleek black hair. She smiled and bowed. She spoke softly - some syllables Frank 
didn't catch - then shook his outstretched hand so gently he almost didn't feel it. Her 
fingers only reached to the center of his meaty paw.

"Take a sit, Miss Kuo," Frank said in his normal voice. After Miss Kuo's gentle softness, 
Frank experienced his own voice like a gunshot in the closed office.

"Yes. Thank you." She smiled and bowed again, then sat on the edge of a wooden chair 
in front of his desk. Her little fanny didn't cover much surface area.
	
He looked her over while she settled her notepad on her shapely knees and took out a 
mechanical pencil. Nice legs, exposed to upper thigh by a short pleated skirt. A 
complimentary swell at the hips. Pert little hooters under a white silk blouse. Smooth , 
bronze skin. 

Frank had never before worked with an Asian new to America. She seemed so exotic and 
appetizing. He entertained the image of his 6 foot, 200 pound self nailing her on his desk, 
her feet bouncing next to his ears. He would split such a small thing in half, he was sure - 
bust her tight muffin wide open. What was she? 4 foot 10 inches? Maybe 85 pounds 
dripping wet? And only 24 years old, according to her papers.

He wanted her. Maybe she read it in his face. She lowered her eyes.

"Comfy?" he purred down to her in his deep voice.

"Yes. Thank you." She spoke softly and smiled shyly.

"Can I get you some coffee? Or tea, maybe?" He wondered what she was used to 
drinking. Maybe that weak green shit he got when a lady friend dragged him out for 
sushi?

She giggled quietly behind her fingers. "No. No, thank you, sir."

What was so funny? Was she flirting with him? The way her eyes shot up to his, then 
glanced back down at her lap made it look like she was. Such a tender thing. He got up 
and walked around his desk and sat on it in front of her. His groin was almost level with 
her eyes now. Yes. Her gaze lingered on the bulge of his thick pecker in his slacks before 
moving back to her notepad that time. Her hands grew fidgety. Frank was willing to bet 
she hadn't seen a tube that size before. Her cheeks reddened. Behind her glasses, her eyes 
grew wide. Her breath caught in her chest for a split second.

She wants me, he thought. "We'll be working quite a bit together, Miss Kuo. Very 
close..." He adjusted his tool so she could get a better look.

She hunched over her notepad and began to write. He couldn't read her tiny scratches.

"In the next couple days I'll familiarize you with how we do things around here."

Miss Kuo kept writing.

"You don't need to write all this down." He wanted to see her face - to woo her.

She smiled up at him, then returned to writing.

He watched her write a little more. A thought occurred to him. "How much English do 
you actually know, Miss Kuo?" he asked.

"Yes." She kept writing.

Frank spoke more loudly. "Do you understand what I am saying?"

"Yes." She stopped writing and looked up.

He nodded, a little flustered. "Good. Then, just put the pencil down and..."

Miss Kuo returned to writing. 

"Miss Kuo?"

"Yes?"

"Put the pencil down." He pointed at it. What was wrong with this bitch?

"I write..." She wiggled the pencil in her hand.

"No. You don't. Put the god damn pencil down!" He was yelling now. The distressed 
look on Miss Kuo's face made him wince. "Okay..." he continued. "Sorry about that. But 
I need your attention and I don't think you need to..."

She was writing again. Head down.

Frank made a grab for the pencil. Miss Kuo squeaked in alarm, grabbed his hand and 
twisted it in a way that sent him to one knee. His wrist and shoulder popped in harmony 
and he yelped in pain. Her tiny hands gripped like steel covered in silk. Then she let go 
and jumped up.

"Sorry! So sorry!" she piped as she stood back. "You move! I frighten - scare!"

Frank pulled his arm back into a more comfortable position and slowly got to his feet. 
What the hell had just happened there? He stepped back from the tiny woman standing 
before him, cradling his stinging arm. Needles of pain ran up and down it. She was 
obviously flustered. "Are you some kind of Kung Fu master or something?" he asked.

"Kung Fu?" Miss Kuo shook her head. "No, Mr. Frank. So sorry." She pushed up her 
glasses with a finger.
	
He rubbed his arm and shook it out. His wrist still hurt, but his arm was regaining feeling.

"You okay?" she asked.

"Of course I'm okay!" he snapped with wounded pride. "Sit!"

Miss Kuo hopped down onto the chair like a scolded schoolgirl, afraid of a spanking. She 
bent and started writing. Head down. Her sleek black hair screened her face.

Was she taunting him with that fucking writing shit? "Give me that." He put out a hand.

Miss Kuo looked way up at him. "What, please?"

Frank snapped his fingers impatiently. "The pencil. Hand it over." He pointed to the 
pencil in her hand.

Miss Kuo relinquished her mechanical pencil. Frank snapped it in two. Miss Kuo blinked 
at the sharp sound.
	
Smirking to himself, Frank tossed the pencil bits into a corner and sat down on the front 
of his desk again. He adjusted his lap snake again, confident that he had the upper hand. 
"Now then..."

Miss Kuo took another pencil from a hidden pocket and continued writing.

"What the fuck are you writing?" he snarled.

"You talk. I write."

"You think you were hired to take fucking dictation?"

Miss Kuo just smiled up at him.

He leaned forward and made a grab for the pencil, but Miss Kuo moved it and he missed. 
He stood and grabbed again. She tossed it to her other hand. He dove for it with both 
hands. She shifted the pencil to her first hand again. Her knee came up and caught Frank 
in the gut. It hit so hard the air shot out of him and he fell to his hands and knees.

"OH!" Miss Kuo exclaimed. "So sorry! You okay?" She patted his head.

Frank was too winded to speak. The little bitch hadn't even bothered to stand up. He 
blinked away tears of pain and pulled himself back up onto his desk, trying to hide how 
much she had hurt him. How had that little leg delivered such a blow? Her entire body 
couldn't have that much power.

"Knee slip. You forgive, please."

Slip? Frank nodded. He had never been hit so hard. He struggled to get his wind back.

When he was ready, he stuck his big finger in her face. "Now you listen up, you little 
flathead! The big boss hired you to be the new office manager, and by god I'm going to 
turn you into an office manager! But you gotta stop fucking with me!"

The smile left Miss Kuo's face. Her eyes met Frank's steadily for the first time since he 
had met her. "You will remove digit from my face, please." She said softly.

"Or what, Kung Fu Cunt?" Franks spat down at her. "Huh, Cunt Fu? I have a good mind 
to turn you over my knee and spank the living... OUCH!"

In a flash, he was on the floor with Miss Kuo's shoe on his neck, pinning his head to the 
floor. She stood over him, holding his arm in an armbar that pressed his elbow the wrong 
way so that it sent bolts of pain down to his groin. "You talk bad words, Mr. Frank," she 
said in her soft voice. "I not Cunt. You think I not know bad word? And I no like you call 
me flathead. You racist pig." She gave his arm an extra twist.

Frank wailed in pain.

Frank struggled for freedom and managed to knock Miss Kuo off her feet. She hit the 
floor and slid her legs around his neck, still holding his arm in an armbar. Her slender 
legs clamped down. "You going nowhere, pig."

She compressed his windpipe with her firm thighs. Her pert panty-clad rump flexed in his 
face into iron-hard balls. He tugged at her rock hard legs around his neck, but he couldn't 
make as much as a finger dent. He tried to stand or roll over, but she snapped her little 
body like a whip and WHAM! Back on the floor where he started.

"You big, stupid A-bone, you are," she said softly. "Huh? You A-bone? Comply! You A-
bone! Comply!"

Frank felt himself going. No air. The room was fading. He nodded and grunted 
agreement as best he could. Better an A-bone than a dead man.

Miss Kuo let go. She pushed his head off her leg with a foot. It bounced on the floor. She 
stood. "Anytime you want try something, A-bone, you just ask. I oblige." She fixed her 
glossy black hair. She nudged his face with her foot and sniffed down at him, then she 
turned her back and pulled her panties out of her ass crack. She wasn't worried about 
what he would do. She knew he could barely move.

Miss Kuo sat again, sweet as ever in that chair. But now she didn't smile. She looked 
down her nose at Frank as he lay at her feet, red faced and humiliated. Gasping like a 
landed fish.

Frank gulped air. When the room came back into focus, he dried his eyes and sat up on 
the floor. Miss Kuo was sitting on the edge of the chair in front of him, notepad and 
mechanical pencil in hand, knees slightly apart. He could see right up her skirt. Now her 
groin was in his face.

She smiled again, as if nothing had happened, waggling her pencil at him. Teasing him. 
"Had enough, A-bone?"

"Jesus," he mumbled as he used the desk to help himself stand.

Miss Kuo began writing. Head down. Her contempt for him was palpable in the way she 
ignored him.

She had gotten the drop on him twice, he had to admit. And she was able to take 
advantage, once she had the drop, no contest. But what if he got the drop on her? He was 
twice her size. If he got on top, he could pin her, and teach her a lesson. She was hunched 
over that fucking notebook... she wouldn't see it coming. A-bone was he? He'd show her 
what having a bone up her tight little "A" felt like! He leaped at her, but when he landed, 
she was not there. He tangled with the hard chair she had been sitting on.

"You too slow, A-bone," came her voice from his right. She punched him in the ear, 
making it ring. He stumbled sideways.

Her foot met his ribs, and drove all the air from him. He felt, more than heard, a crack in 
his chest and dropped to his knees. While he gasped for air, she spun gracefully on one 
foot and smacked him in the face with her heel. Frank fell over onto his back. The room 
was spinning. He tasted blood. 

He hadn't even touched her.

He felt his left eye swelling shut.

Miss Kuo came into sight, looking down on him. She picked up one foot and pressed the 
heel down on his neck. He could see up her skirt. She stood over him and strangled him 
under her heel, her hands on her hips. "You want more, A-bone? How much you want? I 
bring it all day, no problem. You not even make me work hard."

"Please," he gasped. "I'm sorry. I give up."

Miss Kuo took her foot away. She leaped and dropped her ass onto his gut, driving what 
little air he had away. When his head left the floor, she punched it back down. Frank 
gulped slippery blood and one knobby molar. The girl had hands of stone.

She slid up to sit on his neck, her feet next to his ears, her panties crushed into his chin. 
Her tiny ass cut off his air. He was too beat to struggle, so she didn't bother holding his 
arms down. "If you piss me off, I get mad. I get mad, you get hurt. Understand?" She 
slapped him. "I ask question!" Now she had a tiny finger in his face. "You answer, A-
bone!"

"I understand! Please stop! I'm sorry! I submit! I comply!" he whimpered. All 200 
pounds of him lived in fear of this woman less than half his size.

Miss Kuo slid forward, very... very... slowly, dragging her tight muff and ass over his 
bruised face as she got off of him. "Stupid A-bone," she hissed.

By the time Frank was able to move again, Miss Kuo was waiting for him, in her chair, 
notepad and pencil ready.

He crawled over and slumped into his chair with the desk safely between them. Frank 
rolled his tongue in his mouth, put his fingers to his lips and pulled out another tooth. He 
sighed and flipped it onto the desk. A thought occurred to him. "Do you know anything 
about managing an office, Miss Kuo?" he asked.

"No," she smiled at him.

"Then why did my boss hire you?"

She held up a fist and smiled. "I fist that big stupid fuck up the butt until he comply." 
Then she went back to writing.

Frank nodded. At least he had been spared that. "So... you're just going to sit and write 
all day, and I'll have to do your job as well as mine. Is that it?"

"Almost, A-bone," Miss Kuo replied. "In six month, I be your boss. Best to give it time - 
let staff get used to me first."

Frank nodded. What was he going to do about it? Nothing. But something didn't make 
sense. "If you don't mind my asking. When you acted startled and frightened a while 
back..."

Miss Kuo shrugged coyly. "I toy with you. It more fun that way."

"And the Kung Fu?"

"No Kung Fu," she smirked at him like he was an idiot. "I sensei in Wushu and 
Taekwondo, A-bone. You know nothing."

He nodded and sighed, resigned to his plight. "Are we done here, or do you need me for 
anything else?" He wanted to see a doctor. It felt like a rib was fractured.

Miss Kuo smiled in a new way - less sunshine and more cunning. "Well... if you done 
wagging tongue, maybe you put it to work?" she slid her knees apart and raised one 
eyebrow. Her panties gleamed invitingly under her short skirt.

"Really?" Frank sat up. She had smelled good sliding over his face before.

Her eyes sparkled back at him. "It never hurt to get on new boss's good side."

Wincing from his injuries, Frank got on his knees and crawled over. "You wont hurt 
me?" he whimpered. What if this was another trick?

"Only if you don't make me cum, A-bone. Now, get busy." 

He pulled her panties down, and complied.

She used the back of his head for a table as she wrote god knows what. His tongue lapped 
and slid all over her groin until her cum dripped to the floor. At least she stopped writing 
while bucking in the strongest throws of orgasm.

"You good slave," she purred by lunchtime. "Stupid A-bone, but good clam snuffler. 
Good cunt-licking A-bone. I come back for more later. I go now - that enough work for 
one day."

"Yes, Miss Kuo. Thank you, Miss Kuo."

"Bye bye, A-bone. And to answer unasked question, you can forget it. I never let your 
monster snake inside me. You too big! Freak!" Her back end wagged invitingly as she 
left.

Frank placed his face on the moist seat of the wooden chair and groaned. His blue ball 
hurt as much as any of his wounds.