The wrestling coach is not satisfied with how the team is performing. They have been losing to much lately and didn't seemed to be focused enough. Finally fed up with their dismal showings, he decided to call an extra practice at 11:00 o'clock Saturday morning. George is now a total nervous wreck. Amy has ordered him to be at her house at 12:00 noon on Saturday. And he knows that practice won't be over in time for him to make it. He can't just up and leave practice, but Amy will punish him if he is late.

He went to Amy's house Friday evening and begged and pleaded on his knees for half an hour before she consented to give him a little extra time. But if his ass wasn't there by 1:00 o'clock, he would pay with pain. George thanked her and groveled at her feet, kissing them in complete gratitude for her understanding. He began to breathe a little easier. Even though Amy had finally consented to give him the time, she was still pissed off about it. Poor Dennis, her ex boyfriend and now slave, was about to pay the price for her anger.

All of the wrestlers were congregated in the gym that Saturday morning. The practice mats were all laid out, but so far haven't been used. Coach Simmons is stalking back and forth in front of them giving a long speech. He is thoroughly pissed off over their performance the last few months and he wants it turned around. The young men are listening with their heads down on their chests. They know the coach is right, but don't understand themselves why things have gone so bad.

"You men are better then this and I don't know what the problem is. Two months ago we were on our way to the state championship. Now we're barely holding on by our teeth. If we lose one more match, you boys can kiss the state finals and the championship goodbye. Now someone give me an explanation for what the hell is going on. The only one of you that has given me his best the last two months is George. He has developed a killer instinct out there on the mats, that none of his opponents can match."

"I want to see that same effort and unbeatable attitude in all of you. George simply refuses to lose." "George! Can you tell me and the rest of these young men just what motivates you out there?" George stood there for a second with a surprised look on his face. He never expected to be called out and put on the spot like this. He knew exactly where his killer instinct and unbeatable attitude came from. But he certainly didn't want to tell everyone his secret. How do you explain to your Coach, that your motivation is fear. That you are terrified of being punished by a girl less then one quarter your size. And you're just following her orders.

Amy gave him a big lecture about his weak and not caring attitude. She observed him one day while he did her chores and noticed he was listless and moved like he was asleep. The work he was doing for her should have been finished in two hours or less. But it was taking George over three. He just didn't seem to care and his slow work ethics showed it. She grabbed him by the hair and threw him down in the floor. Straddling his big body and pinning his large arms, she told him that his attitude needed to change.

She explained that she realised the reason for his behavior was because she whipped his ass and he was feeling sorry for himself. But he tried his best and lost, so get over it. It wasn't a good reason to just give up and not care about anything anymore. And if his attitude didn't change, she was going to give him another beating. And keep doing it until he obeyed her. George got the message and has been a bundle of energy ever since. Her chores were being completed in record time. So Amy was satisfied with his new outlook and attitude.

"Gee Coach. Uh..I really don't know. I just want to win I guess. So I do the best I can to make it happen." He stammered. "Come on George, I'm your Coach. I've worked with you for quite a while now. You were good son. But two months ago something happened that turned you into a great wrestler. I don't know what it was, but something changed you. You've become more aggressive and balanced. And your opponents just don't seem to have a chance against you. These boys need some help and I think you can give it to them." He explained.

"Now think son. Was it something you did like Yoga or meditation? Have you been eating certain high protein foods or drinking high energy drinks? How about vitamins or strength supplements? Have you been taking them? What ever it is son, I want to know. So these boys can get the same benefits out of it." "I really don't know Coach. Honest I don't. I'm sorry, but I don't know what else to tell you." He muttered.

Coach Simmons kept after him and was still chastising the others about their performance. George began to get nervous again. The big clock on the wall read 1:10 and he was already late getting to Amy's. It didn't look like Coach was going to let them go soon either. Amy was going to be very angry and punish him for being late. She probably would beat him worse, because she consented only after he had promised to be there on time and work real hard.

It was now 1:45 and coach Simmons was still ranting and raving. George was about to collapse from the fear spreading throughout his big body. Amy was really going to hurt him now. Just as that thought went through his mind, the gym door opened and Amy was striding across the floor toward him. Coach Simmons saw her and hollered. "Hey young lady, this is a closed practice. And get off of the gym floor with your street shoes." Amy slipped her sandals off and kicked them over to the side lines. She ignored the coach and kept walking toward George bare footed. He was cowering in his spot.

The other wrestlers turned and saw a beautiful young girl wearing tight jeans which hugged her slim hips and showed off her well shaped round ass. The short tight yellow top was tied in the front, just below her firm, perky breasts. Her light brown hair was flowing at her shoulders as she walked across the floor. They didn't mind the interruption at all. George however, was scared to death. Amy walked up to George and grabbed his right ear. Then she angrily pulled his head down to her face.

"You're late George. I am very angry with you. When you make me a promise I expect it to be kept. You will be punished for lying to me. And for making me come after you." Coach Simmons and the other wrestlers stood there in a stupor, not believing what they were seeing. The coach finally came to his senses and spoke up. "Young lady. You are interrupting my practice and you have no business being here. Now please leave." Amy kept ignoring him while she admonished George. "Excuse me young lady. Did you hear what I just said?" He angrily asked.

Amy turned and smiled as she looked at him. He was an older man who was probably 40 or so. There was a small amount of hair running around the sides of his nearly bald head. She guessed he was around 6 feet tall and weighed approximately 300 pounds. His belly was fat and he looked totally out of shape. She released George's ear and strolled over to where he stood.

Smiling, she reached up and grabbed the front of his jersey and pulled his head down to look him in the eyes. "Look old man. I'm here on personal business and don't want to hear your lip. So shut your mouth before I shut it for you. Have you got that?" She sternly asked. Shock registered on coach Simmons face. He started to say something until he looked into her steel grey eyes. His legs turned to water and he meekly shook his head yes. Amy smiled and gave him a pat on the cheek. She went back to George.

Coach heard the other wrestlers snickering and shook his head to come out of his trance. He collected himself and walked toward Amy and George. "Look young lady. You're going to have to leave." "SMACK!" Amy back handed him in the mouth. "I told you to shut your mouth. Now do it." Coach Simmons quickly got over the surprise of being struck and went after her again.

"That's it young lady. Get your ass out of my gym." Amy turned to grab both of his shoulders and drove her knee into his fat stomach. "WHAM!" He gasp for air and crumpled to his knees in front of her. She quickly shoved his head between her denim clad thighs and squeezed his head in a standing scissors. The coach screamed and pawed at her legs in an attempt to escape his painful prison. "AAIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" Amy reached down and removed the keys from his belt and threw them to George. "Go lock the doors George so no one else can get in here. I'm going to teach this old man a lesson in obedience."

"Yes Miss Amy." George scurried over and locked all of the doors. Then he hurried back to watch what Amy was going to do. Amy took one of the old man's arms and wrenched it up his back in a hammerlock. She released his head from her denim clad, vice grip legs and grabbed his collar with her other hand. "Come with me old man. I'm going to teach you to keep your mouth shut when I tell you to." She dragged him to his feet and took him over to the wrestling mats. One final push on his arm before she threw him in the floor, and she was rewarded with a loud scream of pain from her victim. "AARRGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

"When I give you an order I want it immediately obeyed. I told you to shut your mouth and you should have listened. Now you have to be punished for being stupid. But you will learn by the time I'm done with you. Now get your ass up." She ordered. Coach Simmons climbed to his feet with an expression of disbelief on his face. "Are you insane young lady? First of all, I can get you expelled from this school. Secondly, I'm a fully grown man with a great deal of knowledge in wrestling. Now stop this nonsense and clear out of here before you get yourself in any deeper." He explained.

Amy stepped up and popped him in the mouth again. "SMACK!" "I told you to shut your mouth. Now mind me and keep it shut. He looked at her 5 foot 109 pound body and couldn't believe she was serious. But he was pissed off because she struck him twice. Serious or not, he wasn't going to put up with her any longer. "Alright young lady, I've had enough of you." He made a grab for her. But the nimble young girl was much quicker then he expected.

Amy side stepped his attempt and grabbed his wrist while jerking his arm down, around, and up. Coach Simmons was flipped to the floor. "SLAM!" His overweight body landed hard. So he was slow getting back to his feet. Amy laughed and explained things to him. "I'm going to teach you to obey me old man. And I'm afraid it will be very painful for you. But in the end, you'll learn to shut your mouth when I order it shut. Since you're the wrestling coach, I'm going to wrestle with you so you'll have a chance. Then when I whip your ass, you'll have no excuse for losing."

The fully grown man was sick of listening to her over confident mouth. It was time this young lady learned to respect her elders. He had plenty of witnesses to back his story that she attacked him twice and provoked him into defending himself. So he wasn't afraid of being fired from his job or getting in trouble for man handling a student. Even if that student was a female. She brought it on herself.

He dropped into a crouch and circled the young woman with a large grin plastered on his face. Amy smiled and readied herself to meet him head on. The other wrestlers wandered over and sat around the perimeter to watch. George was worried about the coach. He knew the grown man knew everything there was to know about wrestling. But he was overweight and out of shape. And he knew what Amy was capable of. She easily handled him, so he was afraid the coach was in more trouble then he realised.

Coach Simmons sprang forward to grab her and take her down. Amy was ready and snapped a hard right to his soft mid section. "THUD!" A loud "UUGGHHHHHH!" escaped his mouth as he clutched his stomach. She threw her right arm around his upper body and stepped behind him. She turned her shapely hip into his back and flipped him over. He went flying through the air and landed face first on the floor. "SLAM!" He was slightly stunned from the hard landing. Amy leaped in the air and slammed into his back with both knees. "WHAM!..WHAM!"

While he was temporarily incapacitated, she reached back and grabbed him by the chin to lift his head. Then she wrapped her strong legs around his neck in a reverse scissors. She bent her knees and used her calves to force his head back while she squeezed his neck. The coach screamed like a little girl from the awful pain. "AAIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" It felt like she was going to snap his neck. And his head was about to burst like a ripe melon. Amy's strong legs clamped down tighter and crushed him without mercy. The pain became to unbearable for the grown man to handle.

Listening to his high pitched, little girl screams made Amy smile. "Do you give up wimp? Or do I squeeze a little harder?" "YES! YES! I GIVE UP! I GIVE UP! PLEASE! LET ME GO!" He pitifully pleaded. Amy released him and stood up. "Get up fatso, I'm not through with you yet." Coach Simmons crawled up on his knees and finally made it to his feet. His head and neck were still in a lot of pain. He vowed to stay away from her killer crushing legs if at all possible.

He approached her cautiously. Amy was standing there with her hands spread out on her shapely hips. There was a confident smile on her beautiful face. That smile pissed Coach Simmons off. The little bitch was acting like she was playing with a small child instead of in a serious match with a fully grown man who was a knowledgeable wrestler. Rage over took him and clouded his judgement. He charged her like a bull elephant.

At the last moment, Amy stepped to her right and grabbed his left wrist. Using his momentum it was easy to get him started in a circle. She spun the man around three times before he finally lost his footing and slammed into the floor on his face again. Amy kept a hold of his arm and knelt down beside him on her right knee. She stretched his arm straight out and twisted it so his elbow was facing downward. She pulled his arm over her up raised left leg until his elbow rested just above her knee.

She held his wrist in her left hand and grabbed his left shoulder with her right. The slightest push on his wrist would cause hm a great deal of pain. If she were to shove down hard on his wrist, his arm would snap at the elbow. His large body and legs were flopping around while he slapped the mat with his right hand. She put pressure on his wrist and listened to him scream like a frightened child. "OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD!" "AAIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"

"Do you give fatso? Or do you want me to break your pitiful male arm?" "YES! I GIVE! I GIVE! LET ME GO! PLEASE LET ME GO!" He begged nearly in tears. "Good boy. You're learning fast." Amy released him and stood up. Coach Simmons lie there whimpering. His arm was still hurting and he was beginning to fear the brown haired female fighter. She was to damn quick.

"On your feet you pathetic loser. I have a lot of wrestling holds to put you in before I'm done." Amy could see the fear starting to show on his confused face when he slowly climbed to his feet. "Let's go little man. I'm going to put you in your place." The coach tried to think back to his glory days and come up with something that would work on this conceited young bitch. Maybe a leg dive would surprise her. He thought to himself.

He went at her like he was going to lock up with her arms. Then he suddenly dove for her legs. Amy was way to quick for his lumbering moves to work. She stepped back while shoving him to the floor on his face again. Before he could recover, she dropped on his shoulders with her knees and grabbed both of his arms. Amy brought them up in the air and pushed them toward each other like she was trying to make the back of his hands touch. He again screamed in pain like a small lost child while his lower body flopped around like a fish out of water. "AAIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"

"How about it pansy ass? Do you give?" Amy asked with a smile. "YES! YES! PLEASE! I GIVE! I GIVE! LET ME GO! PLEASE! LET ME GO!" He whimpered in pain. Amy let his arms drop and climbed off of him. "Up boy. We're just getting started." Coach Simmons was really frightened now. She had bested him at every turn so far and he hadn't come close to taking her down. His boys were watching her humiliate him and he didn't know how to stop her.

As he faced her again trying to figure out what would work, he wasn't ready when Amy attacked instead of waiting for him. She quickly stepped up and drilled him in his soft belly with a solid right. "THUD!" The hard punch forced the air from his lungs and made him bend over. Amy turned her back on him and reached behind her to wrap her right arm around his head. A slight bend in the knees and he went sailing over her shoulder to land on his back. "SLAM!" The poor man was groggy and disoriented.

Amy pulled him up to a sitting position by his ears and sat down behind him. She slipped her arms under his and laced her fingers together behind his neck. Her jean covered strong legs were wrapped around his considerably large middle and her slim ankles were locked in his lap. The pressure from her arms bent his head down to his chest in her full nelson. Then her strong python legs clamped down on his ribs with amazing power. The two holds forced another high pitched scream to escape from the terrified mans throat. "AAIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"

"Do you give you pathetic little weakling? Or do I crack a few ribs and break your scrawny neck?" "YESSSSSSSSS!" "I GIVE! PLEASE! I GIVE! LET ME GO! IT HURTS! PLEASE! IT HURTS!" He begged with tears in his eyes. When Amy released him he rolled over on his side whimpering like a lost child. She stood on her feet and smiled as she looked down at the fully grown fat man she was destroying. "Lets go sissy boy. On your feet. I'm going to break you." She sternly commanded.

The young wrestlers sitting around the perimeter were totally shocked at what they were seeing. They viewed their coach as some sort of God. He wrestled in High School and College and was undefeated throughout his distinguished career. When the young girl challenged him to a wrestling match, they thought she would be completely annihilated by coach Simmons. But he was lying at her feet whimpering like a little puppy. While she was standimg over him laughing. Their faith in the man dissolved.

This time she faced off with him and let the old man lock arms with her. Coach Simmons face spread out in a big grin. Finally he was in close quarters with the mouthy bitch and was going to show her a thing or two. But Amy struck before he could get anything started. With her hands gripping his shoulders, she placed her bare foot in his large belly and fell backwards. Coach Simmons went flying over her nimble young body and slammed into the floor on his back. "SLAM!"

He was incoherent and slightly out of it when Amy sat down in his lap. She pulled his upper body up and leaned it to her right. Then she took his wrists in each of her hands and bent them around to force them up his back in a double hammerlock. Clamping her male mashing legs around his middle and locking her ankles behind his back, she had him in trouble again. Amy fell over to her left while taking him with her and pulled his arms up his back hard. Then she squeezed his mid section with unbelievable power. He screamed like he was going to die.

"ARRRRGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" "IT HURTS! PLEASE! IT HURTS! LET ME GO! PLEASE! LET ME GO!" "Does that mean you give up fat boy?" She calmly asked. "YES! YES! I GIVE! I GIVE! I GIVE!" He loudly pleaded. Amy smiled and turned the whimpering old man lose. Tears were cascading down his agonizing face as he lie in the floor crying like a baby. "Ahhh. Did the mean little girl make the big bad wrestler cry? Get used to it fatso. You'll be a broken pile of flesh before I'm done with you. Now get on your feet so I can bend you to my will a little more." She confidently ordered.

He was becoming very afraid of the wild female demon standing over him. She had damn near broken his arms and his ribs felt like they had been caught in a car crushing machine. His entire body was aching and she was telling him to get up so she could hurt him again. He wasn't sure he wanted to get up. But he couldn't let this fucking female beat him at his own game in front of his boys. He slowly made it to his feet.

Amy was ecstatic about how things had gone. A few more painful holds and the old mans spirit and courage would be gone. She knew he would soon belong to her. She faced him and smiled at his fearful face and frightened eyes. Yes, he was on the brink of being broken. She attacked without warning. She grabbed the front of his jersey with her right hand while her left slipped over his right shoulder and grabbed it in the back. She quickly turned her shapely hip into him and pulled down. Coach Simmons flew over her shoulder to land in the floor at her feet. "SLAM!"

The coach lie there not knowing where he was at. His eyes wouldn't focus and his head wouldn't clear. Amy easily wrapped his legs up in a figure four leg lock without any resistance from the dazed old man. But as soon as the pain hit his legs, his head cleared and his eyes came into focus. "AARRGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" "OH GOD! OH GOD! MY LEGS! MY LEGS! PLEASE! YOU'RE KILLING ME! STOPPPPPPPPPP!" "Say I give up you little sissy and I'll let you go." She told him. "I GIVE UP! I GIVE UP! PLEASE! I GIVE UP!" He screamed. "Good boy." Amy released the sobbing man and climbed to her feet. "Get up wimp. I have a few more holds to practice on you." She ordered. He simply lie there crying.

"I SAID GET UP OLD MAN! NOW MOVE!" He was scared out of his mind when he struggled to his feet. He began to back away from the female warrior in fear. Amy smiled as she walked him down and cornered him. He tried to grab her and move her aside to escape. But he only managed to get himself thrown back in the floor on his face. "SPLAT!" Amy quickly stepped between his legs and faced them. She lifted them up to stuff a foot behind each of her shoulders and sat down on his back. "Ready to scream again you pathetic weakling?" She asked.

She cranked his legs back in her Boston crab and got her wish. The forty year old man continuously screamed and cried in the hands of the sixteen year old female fighter. "AAIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" Amy scooted back a bit until her bare feet was right under his scrunched up face. Then she bent his tortured legs back a little more and easily held him there with his face pressed against the soles of her bare feet" His pain filled scream was muffled. "MMFFFHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" "Do you give wimp? Or do I break your pitiful legs?" He managed to slightly raise his head so he could beg. "YES! I GIVE UP! I GIVE UP! PLEASE! LET ME GO! YOU'RE BREAKING MY LEGS! I GIVE UP! I GIVE UP!" He was sobbing uncontrollably. Amy dropped his useless legs and strolled up by his head. "Get up fatso. I'm not done yet."

"OH GOD! Pl.pl.please. D.don't..h.hurt..m.me. Y.you..w.win. I..g.give..up. I..g.give..up. You're..to..st.st.strong. D.don't..h.hurt..me. Pl.please. I..g.give..up. L.let..me..go. Pl.please." He pleaded in fright. "Do you admit I easily wiped up the floor with you old man?" She asked. "Yes. I..ad.admit..it. Pl.please. J.just..d.don't..h.hurt..me..ag.ag.again. Pl.please."

"Have you learned to obey me when I give you an order you pathetic loser?" She asked. Yes. Pl.please..y.yes. W.what..ev.ever..y.you..s.say. J.just..d.don't.. h.hurt..me..ag.again. Pl.please." "Let's test your obedience then fat boy. Put those trembling lips on my bare feet and kiss them like you love doing it." Amy commanded. "Yes..ma'am. Wh.what..ev.ever..you..s.say." The thoroughly broken man kissed her pretty toes and soft, smooth skinned bare feet like he was in love.

After about five minutes of groveling, Amy was satisfied he was completely broken and obedient. She ordered him to stop. "The humiliation I just put you through will seem like a party if you try and come between me and my property again. The next time I'll break more then your will." "IS THAT CLEAR?" She sternly asked the beaten man. "Yes ma'am it's clear. But I don't understand. What property?" He asked with a puzzled look. "George you fool. He belongs to me. Why did you keep him from following my orders? He was told be at my house by 1:00 o'clock." "I'm sorry ma'am. I was trying to find out why he's been so motivated and aggressive lately so I could pass it on to the other boys. He's been an unbeatable terror in his matches the last two months." He sobbingly explained. "That's why you kept him here so long?" She asked in surprise. "Yes ma'am." "Well hell. I know the answer to that. Get on your knees and listen." She commanded. He rapidly complied.

"All of you get on your knees and listen up." "George, get your ass up here." She ordered the big heavyweight "Yes Miss Amy." He said with tears in his eyes. "Why the hell didn't you tell your coach the reason you've been so unbeatable the last few months?" George hung his head while the tears began to slide down his pudgy cheeks. "ANSWER ME WIMP!" She sternly commanded. "I..w.was..a.ashamed..M.Miss..A.A.Amy." He blubbered. "So you didn't want him to know I whipped your ass and made you do it. Is that Correct?" She asked with her hands on her shapely hips. "Yes..M.Miss..A.A.Amy." George whimpered in shame.

"So it's your fault you didn't make it to my house on time?" George stood there crying because he was afraid to answer her. "You better answer me boy. Or I'll beat it out of you." Amy threatened. "Yes..M.Miss..A.A.Amy. It..was..m.my..f.f.fault." "You know I'm going to give you a good beating for wasting my time and not telling the truth?" She stated. "Y.Yes..M.M.Miss..A.Amy." He replied with a broken heart. "Get your ass over there and kneel with the others. I'll deal with you later." She ordered. "Y.Yes..M.Miss..A.Amy. I'm.. s.sorry." He whined. "Not as sorry as you're going to be little man. Now get your ass over there and kneel down like I ordered." "Yes..M.Miss..A.Amy."

"Alright, listen up you pathetic wimps. Your coach says you haven't been putting out your best effort lately and I agree with him. I don't attend your matches, but I do read the school news paper. You boys have turned into a sorry bunch of losers in the last few months. Now I don't know if you're problems are at home, at school, or with your girlfriends. And I don't really care. Because if you don't start putting out your best effort, the problem you'll have with me will be much worse."

"You just watched me turn your coach into a begging, crying, pitiful excuse for a man. And you see how much George is afraid of me because he knows I'll beat him to a pulp if he disobeys. If any of you want to challenge me, then step up here and I'll break you too." She stood there waiting to see if any of the young men would try and stand up to her. But they all had frightened faces and didn't budge. "That's what I thought. Obey me and you won't have a problem. If you don't put out your best effort, your coach will inform me of it and I'll pay you a visit. I guarantee you'll be obedient and in lots of pain when I'm through with you. So be smart and follow my orders."

"If I can turn your coach and George into sniveling wimps that beg and crawl at my feet. Then think of what I will do to your pathetic little bodies if you don't obey me. Now get the hell out of here and go home. Fix what ever problems you have so you can give the coach your best effort. Now beat it." George unlocked the doors and they all scurried out as fast as they could run. When he took the keys back to coach Simmons, Amy grabbed them both by the jerseys and pulled their heads down to her pretty face.

She looked straight in the coach's frightened eyes and smiled. "Are you going to give me anymore trouble fat boy?" "No Miss Amy. I've learned my lesson. I'll obey you're wishes." He said with trembling lips. "Tell me if any of those wimps don't put out 100 percent. You got that fatso?" "Yes Miss Amy." He blubbered. "Good boy. Now run along." "Yes Miss Amy. And thank you for helping my boys." He said. Relieved she had let him go. "You're welcome. Now get out." She commanded while snapping her fingers. Coach Simmons ran for the door like the building was on fire. She stared into George's red, crying eyes and smiled as she threw him on the mats.

"Time for your punishment George. You know better then to lie to me. I'm going to teach you never do it again." Puddles of tears were already forming under the frightened young man's face as she approached him. The wrestling team went on to win the state championship. The school was delighted with their accomplishment and highly praised them. No one but them, knew it was all due to a 5 foot 109 pound dominate young girl. A strong female who thought everyone should give their best at what ever they were doing.