Teengirl domination !
by The " T.K.O Kidd "
A foster parent loses his place of being the head of his household...


Karen fortunately was taken into custody by an elderly couple in their mid
sixties, after her day of hearing in court for being charged with the charge
of being an unruly child. Karen wasn't a troubled girl in mind, but her
behaviour towards her biological parents was somewhat out of line.

Karen was a fairly good looking girl in her late teens, and did believe in
keeping fit, and she did have the body to prove it. At five foot, seven inches
tall, and weighing 150 lbs, Karen was layered with a blessed ammount of
muscle, that she worked for hard over the years in Jr high, and High school.
Karen's upper arms measured just short of sixteen inches when flexing her
biceps, and her thighs were just a bit over twenty four inches in measurement
during a good pump. Karen's abdomen was well cut, and defined, giving her hard
stomach the best in the washboard appearance. Karen's chest expanded well
giving her young girl breasts a most appealing look with them pushing outward
proudly. Karen's breasts weren't large but could definately be noticed, soft,
and supple, but yet surrounded by muscles that inlaid beneath her flesh, and
her pecs were near hard as a young girl her age could work for, and achieve.
Karen's short brazen brunette hair, with a touch of red streaking throughout
it, along with her hard brazened body would catch most of the boys attention
at school.

What the boys at school didn't like, as well as her biological father, was
that Karen was a bully, and pounded several boys to tears, along with
humiliating her Dad once in front of her mother, beating him senseless in what
started as a friendly little wrestling match between the two. Karen after
finding out the value of her strength carried it about to bully boys, and her
Dad. Karen's mother could take no more of seeing her husband brutally handled
by her daughter, when her husband would try only to correct Karen. Karen would
just fly off the handle during those times, and deliver her Dad yet another
severe asskicking. But that was the way Karen decided to establish her rule,
and no man, regardless of being her Daddy or another boy would tell her or
direct her in anyway different. So with Karen's Mom being disgusted to the
hilt with her daughter's brutal behaviour, and recieving reports from the
school's principal, Karen's mother thought that she needed to be taught a
lesson, and taken out of the family for a short time.

Well it happened in court with Mr, and Mrs Jenson, the elderly couple
mentioned earlier in this story, taking Karen into their custody, and that
custody of the teenage unruly girl was to last for a period of a year. Karen's
mother was pleased with the idea of the acting judge deciding to choose an
older couple believing Karen would conduct herself well among them knowing
their age, but did Karen care for the older generation ? Well maybe, but Karen
definately didn't care for any type of correction no matter who it came from,
and maybe Mr Jenson better be made extra aware of administering guidence when
it comes to correcting Karen, his new foster daughter.

Karen seemed to be adopting herself well within' the Jenson family, and it was
a good four months in that family that Karen was behaving herself in a
respectful mannor. Even in school Karen's grades were improving, and she was
even beginning to take interest with the assignments that her school classes
were offering. It was a health class assignment that really caught her
attention. The teacher assigned the students to do a review on the dangers of
smoking, and the harzards that smoking presented to ones good health. Karen
though took the layout of her review a step over, by buying a pack of
cigarettes on an experimental basis, so she could base a better report in her
final writings of her overall review. Karen's reasoning for allowing herself
to sample the flavor of cigarette smoke, and to experience the inhalation of
the smoke was maybe a bit unorthodox, but that was her reasoning to have the
firsthand experience herself, giving her a reasonable writing, and allowing
her to base her report on both sides of the smoking issue. Karen never once
had it in her mind to take up the filthy habit, her buying the cigarettes, and
sampling them was just on an experimental basis, and nothing more. After the
called assignment was over, the cigarettes would find their way into the
trash, because Karen valued her health to much to throw it away over the
filthy habit of smoking.

Karen came home that day from school after purchasing the cigarettes at a
local carryout that did not inforce a youngster to present an I.D to make the
purchase. Karen decided that when at home she was going to go through with the
experiment of getting a firsthand taste of the cancer sticks. The time was
perfect with Mr Jenson taking his wife to the beauty parlor, with Karen
believing that the two of them would at least be gone for a few hours. So in
Karen's trust that her fostering parents would be away for some time before
returning home, she decided to do her test in the den of Mr Jenson's.

" Hmmm... " Karen thought to herself as she seated herself behind Mr Jenson's
desk, and noticing a pipe rack, with a few smoking pipes placed in it, and
with some fixtures of pipe tobbaco in a foiled wrap, thought that, Mr Jenson
should be old enough, and wise enough to avoid the deadly tobbaco, but
obviously not. Now what Karen did not know about the Jenson's taking leave
from the home, was that Mrs Jenson after leaving the beauty parlor would be
leaving with a few of her bridgeclub members, allowing Mr Jenson leave, and
bringing him directly home.

Karen looked about Mr Jenson's desk knowing she needed a light for the
cigarette she had unpackaged, she opened a drawer, and spotted a lighter, and
to her surprise she spotted a girlie mag, and what was Karen more appalled
over was that the fact was that the girlie mag delt with the content of young
girls barely coming of age. " How could the old pervert read such porn, about
young girls that could well be his granddaughters, " Karen thought. Karen well
knew that most men didn't care to even read these sort of magazines, in fact
what Karen did believe was that these men who would buy such filth would only
kick their feet back, and pull out their little wanker, and jerk off to the
photos that was in these mags of filth. After Karen retrieved the lighter that
was in the drawer, and avoiding the girlie mag, she made an examining look
about the desk for sticky tissue, then she rose from her seat for a short
moment to examine the chair in which she was sitting on to make sure it wasn't
stained with the old pervert's cum. " Good, " Karen thought, " At least he has
a little self decency to clean up his messes. " Then Karen took her seat once
again, and was satisfied with the cleanliness of her place, in which she was
going to perform her testing.

Just as Karen was lighting the cigarette, Mr Jenson came through the front
door, to Karen's unaware. Karen drew on the cigarette, and inhaled slowly, and
started choking upon the smoke due to its harshness, she was about to butt the
cigarette calling her experiment to an end realizing that the humam body
rejected the ingredient's of tobacco smoke, and knowing without a shadow of a
doubt that cigarettes was definately a hazard to ones health, but as Karen was
now beginning to stifle the red hot ashes in the ash tray, Mr Jenson came
walking through the Den's door.

" Ummm.. Hmmm... " Mr Jenson grunted bringing Karen's head to his suprise
appearance in the room. Now Mr Jenson was just nearing his mid sixties in age,
and was rather on a short side in his physical size, and probaly weighed no
more than a hundred, and twentyseven pounds, being a rather small man, but was
direct, and bold even in his speaking to Karen who was rather much bigger than
him in bodily size, and height. Mr Jenson knew of Karen's history of her
beating her father to a crying pulp, and was fully aware of Karen's conduct
previously in school with her beating up boys, but was in no way intimadated
by the girl, and trusted in his better judgement to use correction of a child
when needed, and he felt this correcting of Karen as he misjudged was
definately called for.

Karen just sat, then spoke quickly, " Sir, I can explain the cigarettes, and
my smoking one... " But Mr Jenson abrubtly brought Karen to a hault
interrupting her in midsentence, and rather rudely to say, by snatching the
pack of cigarettes from her grasp. " Now little girl, I'm going to throw these
away, and I best never catch you smoking again, or else! And consider yourself
grounded missy, for an entire two weeks! " Karen shot up from her place
sitting, and said, " What, what !!! Your grounding me, without hearing my
explanation! " Karen was directly in Mr Jenson's face demanding more of a
reason to her punishiment, but only to be ignored by the old man. Mr Jenson
only turned his back on the girl, and said rather softly, " You heard me... "
Karen didn't allow Mr Jenson to proceed much further before she blurted out
angrily, " You, you old pervert turn your sorry ass back around,, NOW ! " That
Mr Jenson did, and in the process he lost himself, and gave Karen a hard slap
across her cheek, then said, " And you will learn respect girl, for you elders
! "

Karen took the blow of Mr Jenson's hand in stride, then in her heated anger
turned to his desk, and ripped the drawer completely out of it, spilling its
contents upon the floor. Now Mr Jenson's attitude was changing, and changing
rather quickly, from boldness to fear, as he saw Karen, kicking about the
contents of the desk drawer about the floor in rage, then Karen knelt taking
the young girlie nudie mag in hand, and shoving it, or rather waving it wildly
in the old man's face while saying, " And when Mr Jenson, you old perverted
son-of-a-bitch, are you going to show us teenage girls respect,, huh.. huh...
? " Mr Jenson then reached for the magazine rather nervously, but Karen
quickly pulled it away from out of his reach, with him saying, " Give me that,
give me that this very instant, or you'll be grounded even longer... " In
finishing his sentence or demand, Mr Jenson realized his demand may of been a
mistake, and trailed off in his speech, in even a more nervous tone. Karen
then laughed, and giggled some but not without some apparent anger in her, and
spoke spotting Mr Jenson's present fear, like a predator would its prey, "
What Mr Jenson, are you afraid that I'm going to show Mrs Jenson, that you
have a sick taste in lusting after younger girls who could be your
granddaughters? Is that it, Hell boy, I bet you enjoy leaning back and playing
with that little pecker of yours don't you you old perverted coot ? "

Mr Jenson still had some argument left in him, and as he did with snatching
the cigarettes away from Karen he made the same attempt with trying to snatch
the magazine from her, but this time to his own hurt. As Mr Jenson made the
reach for the girlie mag, Karen had in her hand she took it out of his reach
again, but swiftly, and with force brought the magazine up, and around, along
with a good part of her hand taking it across the side of his head in a follow
through swing. " IIIEEE AAAhhhgggGGG !!! " The blow of the mag, or more so of
the better part of Karen's hand sent Mr Jenson turning about in a 360, and
howling in pain, causing him to drop the pack of cigarettes to the floor.
After Mr Jenson regained his composure, he focused himself on the cigarettes,
and knelt to retrieve them, but as he was about to take the pack in hand,
Karen's hard sneaker came smashing down unto the back of his hand, and causing
him to screech out another loud cry of pain, with Karen holding, and pinning
his hand hard to the floor, with him kneeling there in pain, and now in tears.
" AAiiieeeaahhhgggGGG !!! " Mr Jenson cried, and began to beg now instead of
demanding, " Please, pleaseee... take your foot off of my hand,, your hurting
meee... "

Karen at this point was now reverting back to her behaviour of abuse towards
the male, and wasn't listening to Mr Jenson's crying, but she did release her
foot from his hand, but as he was rising to his feet, Karen sent a smashing
knee shot to his nose, and mouth, opening up his face like a split grapefruit.
" AAAiiieeehhhgggGGG !!! " Mr Jenson sailed back from the impact of Karen's
knee being drilled into his face, and toppled head over heels on the hard
mahogany floor of the den with him rolling into a corner of the room. Karen
then stormed back to Mr Jenson's desk leaving him to cry loudly, holding to
his bloodied face. After Karen retrieved the pipe tobacco from the desk, she
made her way over to Mr Jenson, who was trying to shrink away from her in an
obvious fear, and in more tears he cried softly while still holding his hand
over his bleeding nose, and mouth, and said sheepishly, " Pleaseee... no
more,,, I can't take no more.. you've hurt meee... please stop,, don't hurt me
no moreee... pleaseee... ? "

Karen then smiled wickedly at Mr Jenson as she knelt there beside him, and
opened the foiled bag of pipe tobacco, then said while taking a handful, "
Your nothing but a hypocrite aren't you,, you old fuck ?!? You want to ground
me for thinking I was smoking because I wanted to, and that I was enjoying it
? Well Mr Jenson, for you information, I was just running an experiment for a
project at school ! " Mr Jenson was about to speak but was silenced as Karen
brought her face directly in his, and said like a drill sargent would, " Just
shut the fuck up, and don't say a word, cause I don't want to hear it, you
sniveling crying little,, BITCH ! " Mr Jenson froze in fear, paralyzed in the
corner, by Karen's authority, and without saying a word he sat frozen before
her. Karen then said, " Well I have a remedy for hypocrites, " Mr Jenson then
held his mouth pursed tight as Karen began bringing a handful of the pipe
tobacco to his lips, then seeing that he wasn't going to willingly open his
mouth to take his medicine, Karen took her empty hand, and took him by the
jaw, and squeezed his cheeks with force, thus forcing his bloodied mouth wide
open for the uncoming entrance of the pipe tobacco. Karen then spoke like a
mother would to a little crying child who didn't know what was good for him,
and said to him in mocking, " Now be good for mommy, and take your medicine
like a good little boy... "

Karen then began shoving handful, after handful of the tobacco in Mr Jenson's
mouth, and forced him to eat it, in fact Karen forced him to eat the entire
bag of it. Karen then stood to her feet in front of a sobbing Mr Jenson, who
was now turning somewhat green in the face. Karen then spoke again to him, and
said, " Aaahhh... poor widdle baby,, its gonna be Otay.. " Mr Jenson trembled
in tears, and Karen retrieved the girlie mag, and ripped it completely in
shreads before his face, and scattered the torn pieces of it about his head.
Then Karen made another demand to Mr Jenson, and to his suprise, " Now boy,
take down your pants, and show mommy what you got ? " Mr Jenson began sobbing
somewhat harder but compied after some hesitation, and seeing Karen tightening
her fists, and then saying, while raising them before him, " Do it boy, or am
I going to have to use these on you, and I'm sure as you already know you
won't like it ! "

Mr Jenson's pants came down in a flash, leaving him sitting there in his
underwear, with his pants at his ankles. Mr Jenson did nothing more but sat
there humiliated, and in shame, and in tears before Karen as she was now
kneeling there before him. " Pleaseee... don't, don't do this to me
pleaseee... ? " Mr Jenson's voice trailed off into sobbing as he realized that
he was getting no where with his baby like crying, and Karen gave him a little
more of a surprise, when she pulled his cock out from beneath his breifs, and
began to slowly stroke him to a hardness. Karen then said to him, and with
some sarcasim, " Now you like that don't you, you little perverted old boy,
don't you? You like having a teenage girl like me get you nice, and hard,
maybe you would like if I sucked on it for awhile wouldn't you, you old
pervert ! ? ! Answer me boy, you would like that wouldn't you ! ? ! " Mr
Jenson knew what Karen wanted to hear, and maybe it was what he wanted also,
and he returned to her answering, " Yesss.. yesss.. I would like that,, very
much... "

Mr Jenson, suddenly felt a sharp pain shoot rapidly throughout his cock, and
balls, and also streaking like lightning throughout the insides of his inner
thighs near his balls, and cock. Mr Jenson screamed in pain, with Karen giving
his cock, then balls, a fierce, and unpleasent squeeze. "
AAAIIIiiieeehhhgggGGGGGG !!! " Karen then spoke angrily, " But that's not
happening, in fact you going to stroke your own damn self to an orgasim, right
now, right here in front of me,, or else I'm going to beat the living shit out
of you ! " After Mr Jenson came to from the initial shock, and after the pain
subsided from the brutal squeezing of his cock, and nutsack, he obeyed, and
readily began stroking rather in a fearful, and slow mannor, that is until
Karen demanded that he picked up the speed of his masterbating to a faster
degree.

Karen then brought the desk chair over, and place it with herself sitting on
it, directly in front of Mr Jenson, and watched him continue to please himself
before her. Karen added to his humiliation by slowly massaging herself between
her legs with her one hand bringing herself to an excited wetness, and
carressed her breasts beneath her blouse, while leaning back, and licking her
upper lip. Karen brought herself to a full orgasim, as she watched Mr Jenson
bring himself to one as well. Karen then pulled herself together, and leaned
forward towards Mr Jenson, and said sternly, " Now its time for some more
medicine little boy, and you will take it, or mommy here will give you a
spanking you won't ever forget ! " Mr Jenson's eyes widened not sure as to
what Karen meant, but as he looked at his hand that was dripping with his own
cum, he gulped in fear, and looked at Karen with tears streaming down his
face, pleading only for a breif moment,, " Pleaseee... don't make me do
this... ? " Karen then spoke answering him, " You'll do it or else, or get
your little ass kicked in the worse way, now clean yourself up, and start
eating that mess you've made on yourself ! "

Mr Jenson never in his life suffered such humiliation, and pain, as he went
about handfeeding himself while broken down to a sobbing child, cleaning up,
and swallowing hard the cum that he spilled upon himself, and Karen made sure
that there was none left remaining. Karen also made sure, that Mr Jenson would
never open his mouth to his wife, as to what had happened that day, and made
it known to him, that she was in charge of his weak little old ass, and that
he was going to have to take his medicine daily as prescribed !

The end, but not for Mr Jenson !

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