Hello. My name is Kyle Davis. I own a chain of Ford Dealerships across the state. Maybe you've heard of us or our slogan. "If you're in need of a Ford, Davis has cars you can afford." No? Well never mind. That really has nothing to do with the tale I'm about to tell you. It's about my seventeen year old step daughter Brandy. Or I should say my used to be step daughter Brandy. Now she's my...well..I really don't know what I should call her. We don't have sex so she's not my lover or Mistress. Not sex in the conventional sense anyway. I do provide oral sex for her when ever she desires my services. Which has become an addiction she can't seem to get enough of lately. But I'm getting ahead of myself. Let me start from the beginning.

I met Brandy's mother three years ago when she wandered in looking to buy a new car. We hit it off right from the start. Maggie was so beautiful I couldn't take my eyes off of her. I not only sold her a car, I treated her to lunch and made a date for dinner that evening. We had a lovely dinner and chatted with each other about our lives. She informed me her husband had been dead a little over a year from suffering a heart attack. My wife of fifteen years passed away with cancer shortly before he did, so we were both single and lonely. We got along well and liked each others company, so we began to date regularly. When it looked like our relationship was going somewhere, she introduced me to her daughter Brandy. She was fourteen at the time and wasn't very happy I was intruding in their lives. She was content to be living alone with her mother.

About a year after we starting dating Maggie and I got married. I really tried my best to get Brandy to like me. I had a contractor knock down the wall separating the two guest rooms so she could have one large bedroom all to herself. And we took her shopping to fill it with any furniture her heart desired. But she remained aloof and unapproachable towards me. She was constantly brooding over the fact that she felt I interfered with her happy life and changed everything. She spent most of her time alone and never spoke to me anymore then she had to. But I simply refused to give up. I loved Maggie more then life itself. So I was extremely determined to make things work between Brandy and I. But one Sunday while Maggie was away on a business trip, I made the mistake of giving Brandy a lecture about her untidiness. Then I politely asked her to do her own laundry. That mistake changed my life forever.

Maggie is a Hotel decorating advisor. She travels all over the country to advise expensive Hotels how to decorate their lobby and rooms to hopefully attract their clients into becoming repeat customers. She would sometimes be gone for a week at a time. During those trips, I promised to take care of everything so she wouldn't have to come home to a cluttered house or a pile of unpaid bills. I never asked Brandy to help me with anything. I did all the cooking, cleaning, laundry, dishes, and other household chores by myself. I wanted to avoid having a confrontation with Brandy while her mother was gone. But one Sunday when Maggie was away, I was especially tired after having a busy week at the car lot. I spent the day cleaning the house and had just finished doing the dinner dishes. I was aching all over and wanted nothing more then to collapse somewhere. But there was still laundry to be done. I picked up a clothes basket and dragged myself to the bathroom to empty the hamper. I was shocked at what I saw and became angry.

The clothes Brandy took off before showering were strung all over the bathroom floor. The wet towel was lying in the corner and the wash cloth was draped over the edge of the tub. I decided to check her bedroom to see what kind of shape it was in. I nearly fell over when I opened the door. The outfits she wore for the last three days were lying everywhere. The floor and the chairs in her room were covered with them. Her hamper was completely empty. Well needless to say I lost it. Maggie left on her trip that Friday night, so I knew she would be gone for several more days. I wasn't about to put up with Brandy's sloppiness after working my ass off to provide her with a nice home and beautiful things to wear. I went looking for her to straighten the young lady out once and for all. That's when my nightmare began.

When Maggie and I first got married, Brandy barely weighed one hundred pounds soak and wet. She loved to play soccer and was pretty fast on her feet. But she kept getting body checked and knocked down because of her scrawny size. So she asked Maggie to buy her a set of weights to build up her strength. She had been using those weights for the last two years to develop her body. Now her seventeen year old five foot six inch frame was very firm and supported one hundred and eighteen pounds of well defined and evenly distributed muscle. When I went to chastise Brandy over her sloppy habits and unruly behavior, I never dreamed she would physically attack me. I had never raised my voice or said a harsh word to her in two years. So I knew confronting her with rules she would be expected to follow from now on would be a total surprise. But I'm the one who was surprised when she threatened me with bodily harm if I didn't back off.

I found her lying on the sofa in the family room watching TV. There was a crushed protein bar wrapper lying on the coffee table next to an empty can of diet soda. On the floor beneath her was another open can of diet soda and an open bag of baked potato chips. And the newspaper she read earlier was spread out on the floor. "Brandy. I promised your mother we would take care of things while she was away. I've cleaned the house, cooked the meals and done the dishes. And I haven't asked you to help me at all. But I refuse to pick up your laundry and wash it when you've have clothes strung all over this house. Please take this basket and pick up your things lying in the bathroom floor and all over your bedroom. Then I want you to start a load of laundry and clean up this room. We don't want your mother facing a huge mess when she comes home. So please get up and do as I've asked." I politely told her.

Brandy took a sip of her diet soda and continued to watch television while completely ignoring me. "I'm serious Brandy. Please turn off the television and do the things I've laid out for you." She raised both of her arms to fluff her honey blond hair and didn't even acknowledge my existence. "This is your last warning Brandy. Go pick up your things and clean this room or I will be forced to punish you." I told her with a stern voice. That got her attention. Brandy slid off of the sofa and walked towards me with her cold blue eyes boring into mine. I must confess, it made me shiver to see the hatred lodged in her beautiful baby blues. "Listen to me buster. Don't you ever give me orders or ultimatums again. Your not my father and you never will be. Now back off before you make me angry." She threatened as she stopped in front of me with her doubled up fists perched on her shapely hips.

I was so shocked to hear my seventeen year old step daughter threaten me I stood there speechless. She took my silence as obedience to her demand so she smiled and patted my cheek like I was a small boy. "That's better. Now go wash my clothes and leave me the hell alone." She said as she turned to walk away. I came out of my trance and made the mistake of grabbing her arm. "Listen to me young lad" "SMACK!" That's all I got out of my mouth before she busted my bottom lip. "KEEP YOUR FILTHY HANDS OFF OF ME YOU NO GOOD BASTARD! IF YOU EVER TOUCH ME AGAIN I'LL BREAK YOUR GOD DAMN ARM! IS THAT CLEAR ASSHOLE?" She screamed. I was again shocked and speechless because of her unexpected tirade. But this time Brandy didn't let it go. She began poking me in the chest and backing me up while berating me for my stupidity.

"I've just about had my fill of you old man. You worm your way in here and force my mother to marry you so we can all be one big happy family. Well I've got news for you dick wad, I'm not happy at all. I didn't want you in my life then and I don't want you in my life now. So get that through your thick head. You're nothing but a God damn gold digger." "GOLD DIGG?" I started to say before I was rudely interrupted by her shouting voice and a particularly hard poke from her finger. "SHUT UP!" "Every time I hear your voice I just want to beat the shit out of you. So close that big mouth of yours and keep it closed. Or I may give in to my urges and give you the beating you've had coming for three years. Now get your ass back in there and do my laundry like I told you to." She commanded.

By this time Brandy had backed me through the open sliding glass door and we were standing on the patio deck. When she finally stopped poking me in the chest and ordered me back inside to do her laundry, I was way past being shocked. I stood there in a dazed state of disbelief. I'm six foot two and weigh two hundred and twenty nine pounds. And I visit the gym three times a week to keep my thirty five year old muscular body in good shape. But despite that, my seventeen year old step daughter who stood five foot six and one hundred and eighteen pounds was standing there squinting at me with an I dare you to challenge my authority look. And I could see in her blue eyes she felt completely confident in her ability to carry out that threat. I just couldn't believe it.

I certainly didn't want my wife to come back from her business trip and find out I beat the hell out of her daughter with my fist. So for me it was a lose, lose situation. I stepped around Brandy like a zombie and went back inside to pick up the laundry basket and carry out her wishes. I could hear her chuckling out on the patio because she thought I was following her orders out of fear. At that moment I saw no way to handle the problem without physically harming Brandy. So I let her believe what she wanted and left the room. I played the unimaginable scene over and over in my mind while I gathered up her dirty clothes and stuffed a load in the washer. I knew we had to come to an understanding of some kind before the whole episode erupted into violence. But the answer to my dilemma eluded me at the present time.

After getting the laundry started I took a nice long shower to calm down. I was on my way to my bedroom to think of a solution to my problem when I decided to stop off in the kitchen and get an ice cold beer. While I was gathering up the laundry in Brandy's bedroom, I noticed out her window she had retired to the sun deck to get a tan. I assumed she was still there so I felt safe going to the kitchen wearing only my underwear. But as I pushed open the swinging door, it slammed into something and I heard a plate breaking when it hit the floor. Then I heard Brandy's angry voice. "WHY THE HELL DON'T YOU WATCH WHERE YOU'RE GOING YOU CLUMSY IDIOT?" I forgot I was only in my underwear and stepped around the door to investigate. I saw her ham sandwich scattered out on the floor. She was standing there glaring at me with a hateful look on her beautiful face and she was pissed.

Before I realised what she was going to do, she stepped in front of me and landed a devastating right to my stomach with enormous power behind it. "THUD!" I immediately dropped to my knees like I had been pole axed. Brandy spread her legs wide for leverage and drilled me with a double fisted punch on both sides of my jaw at the same time. "SMACK!..SMACK!" Thousands of tiny stars began flashing in front of my eyes like a fireworks display. Before I could enjoy much of the show, she blasted my chin with a teeth shattering uppercut that nearly took my head off. "CRRRACK!" I flopped to the floor at her feet like a soaking wet dish rag. "SPLAT!" "I TOLD YOU NOT TO PISS ME OFF YOU FUCKING MORON! NOW YOU'RE GOING TO PAY FOR NOT MINDING ME! AND I'LL MAKE SURE IT'S A VERY PAINFUL LESSON!" She screamed as she grabbed me by the hair and hauled me up on my knees.

Brandy crushing both sides of my jaw with her fists.

Regardless of the fact I'm much larger then she is and keep myself in excellent shape, the four solid punches she tagged me with had pretty much cleaned my clock. I was semi conscious and completely helpless when she dragged me to my knees to begin my total destruction. "SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!" Her hard right fist rose and fell like a jack hammer. The powerful punches her female arm was capable of delivering repeatedly ripped into my unprotected face. "SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!" I was sleeping like a baby after the third punch but Brandy continued to beat me until my face swelled up like a balloon. When she finally stopped punishing me and turned me loose, my dead weight body dropped at her feet like a puppet who's strings had been cut. "PLOP!"

"THAT SHOULD TEACH YOU TO OBEY ME WHEN I GIVE YOU AN ORDER! BUT IF IT DOESN'T! I'LL BE GLAD TO GIVE YOU A REPEAT PERFORMANCE YOU PATHETIC LOSER!" She was wasting her breath chastising me. I was floating somewhere in dreamland and never heard a word. Brandy fixed herself another ham sandwich and sat down at the table to eat it while I slumbered below her swinging bare foot. She placed the dishes in the sink when she was finished and stood over my badly beaten body with a smile on her beautiful face. "I believe that was the most enjoyable feeling I've ever had the pleasure of experiencing in my life. It felt so good to be able to finally give you the beating you've deserved since the day I met your worthless ass. My entire body is tingling all over with an overwhelmingly enjoyable sensation." She said to my battered, unconscious body.

Brandy kicked me with her foot until my eye lids slid open. "Get up wuss. I need to check on my laundry and see if you're doing it correctly. So move your ass." She commanded. The terrible pain I felt was mind numbing. And when I was able to reach my feet, my equilibrium was still off kilter. But Brandy didn't care. She grabbed me by the scruff of my neck and marched me to the laundry room. "Stand right there and don't move a muscle." She ordered as she leaned me against the wall. I didn't have a problem following her orders because I was still rather woozy. Brandy lifted the lid on the washer and leaned in to look things over. When she straightened back up she slammed the lid down and turned to me with fire in her eyes. I didn't have to be a rocket scientist to know she was angry about something.

"MY PANTIES AND BRAS ARE TO BE WASHED SEPARATELY YOU RETARDED IMBICLE! NEVER PUT THEM IN WITH MY JEANS AND TOPS! THEY ARE TO BE WASHED IN COLD WATER WITH THE DELICATE SETTING!" She screamed at the top of her lungs. "AAAAGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH!" "YOU MAKE MY SO ANGRY I WANT TO RIP YOUR FUCKING HEAD OFF! COME HERE YOU STUPID SON OF A BITCH!" I had regained my senses and was steady on my feet by this time. I snapped when she began to throw her temper tantrum. "That's enough out of you young lady. I don't care how old you are. One more word out of you and I'm going to paddle your ass until it's raw. Now stop screaming like a crazy person and go to your room. Your grounded for a week." I told her in no uncertain terms. I was about to painfully find out that was the wrong thing to say.

"Is that so." She said smiling like a cat who had just caught a mouse. Brandy strolled towards me with a purpose. That purpose was to prove beyond a shadow of a doubt she was the boss between the two of us. That she was the one with the power and fighting skills to back up her orders. While I was a pathetic weakling who wasn't man enough to challenge her authority. I convinced myself the only reason she was able to knock me out earlier was because I wasn't prepared for her attack. Now I was ready for anything she might attempt. So I wasn't going to have a problem squashing her rebellion and straightening her young ass out. I prayed Maggie would believe my side of the story when she returned. But whether she did or not, I wasn't putting up with Brandy's bull shit any longer. I was the adult and she was the child. Therefore I was the one in charge.

"You just made the biggest mistake of your miserable life you little wimp. I'm going to beat you until you beg. Then I'm going to beat you some more, simply because I feel like it. You can plead, beg, cry, and grovel at my feet all you want. But it won't do you any good. I'll only end your pain and suffering when I'm satisfied with the results of the severe beating I'm about to give you. Then we'll see if you still think you're man enough to give me a spanking." She confidently said with a smile. "Stop this nonsense right now Brandy. I'm not holding back this time. If you attempt to hit me I'm going to lay you out. Now do as I say before I'll be forced to hurt you." I bravely answered. "You talk to much asshole. Let me fix that problem for you."

When Brandy was a few feet away I took a fighting stance and waited to repel her attack. I didn't realise until that moment how slow a persons reflexes become as they get older. Brandy turned her shapely body and snapped her right foot towards my throat. The kick landed flush on it's target before I had a chance to block or dodge it. "WHAM!" I clutched my throat gasping for air and left myself wide open for her next pile driving kick. "WHAM!" She sunk her foot deep in my stomach and bent me over for the finishing kick to my swollen face. "WHAP!" Her bare foot exploded on my nose and mouth with exceptional power. I dropped to my back completely stunned by her ferocious attack. I was frantically trying to breathe because of her first two mule kicks and the one to my face had me seeing bluebirds flying over my head.

"Get up pansy ass I won't take advantage of your helpless state. I want to make this last for quite a spell so I can enjoy myself while I take you apart. Now get on your feet." I was having a coughing fit while I struggled up from the floor. My breathing was raspy and irregular and my battered face hurt like hell. "That's my good boy. Now lets continue this one sided affair." She said with an evil smile. Her cocky grin was really getting on my nerves. And her over confident, sarcastic mouth was pissing me off as well. I went in swinging like an unstoppable machine to show her it was painful and dangerous to fuck with an adult male. One of these babies will shut her fucking mouth and put her down for good. I said to myself. But that isn't the way it played out. It was inconceivable to imagine her avoiding all of my murderous punches and escaping unscathed but the impossible happened.

After twenty punches or so I had to halt my mad man attack. I was beginning to tire and was breathing like I had just run a marathon. "That was absolutely the worst performance I've ever witnessed in my life. Your accuracy is non existent and you punch like a sissy. Making you docile and obedient is going to be easier then I thought. You should be totally ashamed of yourself for being such an incompetent fool." She taunted. I drew back my arm to cram my fist down her fucking throat but Brandy decided to switch from defense to offense and teach me a lesson. "CRRRACK!" Her left handed sledge hammer uppercut came from down by her knee and blasted my chin like a 100 mile an hour fast ball. I stumbled back about eight feet before I could regain my balance and grabbed my throbbing chin which was in excruciating pain.

"Ohhhh, that one was sweet. I'll bet it really hurt too. Unfortunately for you, I'm going to land quite a few solid shots before I punch your lights out. Doesn't that sound like fun?" She asked with a smile. My answer was another ten hay makers aimed at her fucking irritating mouth. But they produced no results like my previous attempts. "You're such a wimp." She said as she opened up on me with her hard hitting fists. "SMACK!..SMACK!..THUD!..THUD!..SMACK!" I tried to avoid her lighting quick punches but she cut through my pitiful defense like I was a small child. "SMACK!" She puffed up both of my lips a little more. "Was that a tooth I saw flying out of your big mouth?" "SMACK!..SMACK!" Those two swelled my eyes further. "Your eyes are swelling up nicely old man." "SMACK!" My jaw was badly bruised on the left side. "Ohhhh, that's gonna leave a mark."

"SMACK!" The cartilage in my nose was shattered by that one. "Your nose feels awful squishy you worthless loser." "THUD!..THUD!..THUD!..THUD!" My abs were beginning to break down. "And your stomach is softer then my pillow." "CRACK!" The bell ringing uppercut dumped me at her feet. "Nice landing dip shit. But I never gave you permission to fall down. Now get your ass up and stay on your feet." She sternly commanded. I was so dizzy when I climbed to my feet I couldn't stand in one spot. I stumbled a few steps to the right, then I would stumble a few steps to the left after trying to correct my clumsiness. Brandy stood there laughing at me like I was a clown trying to entertain her. "Stand still you pathetic weakling. We're in a fight not a dancing contest." I finally got myself under control and turned to face her but I definitely was in no condition to continue.

"That's much better. Now stand real still for me." She said as she drew back her fist. I never saw it coming. "SMMMACK!" She planted a hay maker between my eyes and sent me reeling back to the wall. "SLAM!" When I collided with it I slid down to my butt and sat there shaking my drooping head. My eyes were blurry and tearing up, my mouth was wide open and slobbering all over myself, and the muscles in my legs were involuntarily twitching. Brandy grabbed my foot and dragged me to the center of the room like a cave man dragging a female he had just clubbed over the head. Then she climbed aboard my muscular body and pinned my useless arms to the floor with her knees. My feeble struggles to stop her were comical. Brandy had beaten me to the point where I was completely defenseless against her formidable strength.

"I'm going to beat you like an disobedient slave you pathetic little wuss. Then I'm going to take one of your credit cards and go shopping while you finish my laundry. Speaking of which, the next time you better do it correctly or I'll beat you black and blue every day for a week. I would advise you to learn from this painful lesson because you're certainly not man enough to handle me. So smarten up before I put you in the hospital. Is that clear you big sissy?" She didn't expect an answer because her hard fists immediately began to rain down on my swollen face. "SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!" I repeatedly cried and begged until I passed out from the terrible pain but Brandy was true to her word about ignoring any sobbing pleas or begging. She continued to beat me senseless with a smile on her face while I was totally helpless to stop her. "SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!"

When she finally stopped and slapped me awake, tears were flowing from my severely swollen black eyes like two fast moving rivers. "Are you going to give me anymore trouble you big pussy?" She asked with her right fist raised. "No B.Brandy. Please.. stop.. p.punching me." I whined like the pussy she implied I was. "I didn't think so." She said with a beautiful confident smile. "While I'm spending your money I want you to finish my laundry. Then go to the kitchen and bake some brownies. I'll want a snack when I get home. When you're through following those orders, get your ass to bed and go to sleep. I don't want to look at your ugly face until tomorrow morning when you're fixing my breakfast. Am I making myself clear?" She sternly asked. "Yes Brandy. What ever you say." "Good boy." She roughly rolled me over as she climbed off of me and took a credit card from my wallet. "Now get to work." She ordered as she casually strolled out of the room with a smile on her face. I dragged my broken body over to the washer and used it to pull myself up on my feet.

Three days later when Maggie returned I told her I was beaten and mugged on the car lot. Brandy forbid me to tell her the truth and I was to frightened to disobey her. For the next two weeks things went on like usual. Brandy never spoke to me anymore then she had to and ignored me the rest of the time. Although when she knew Maggie wasn't looking she would show me her fist or run her finger across her throat and grin. When Maggie informed us she would be leaving for Los Angeles on Friday I was glad she was going. My battered body had healed from the horrible beating I received from Brandy and I was ready to try my luck again. Living in fear of a seventeen year old girl was not the life I cared to lead. I was determined to be victorious this time and gain back my rightful place as head of this family.

But as luck would have it, Brandy left to go on a hiking trip with some of her friends shortly before Maggie went to the airport. So I was forced to wait until she returned. That wasn't until late Sunday night and I was already in bed. Then Monday morning as I was getting ready to go to the car lot I got the phone call no husband ever wants to receive. Maggie was involved in a multi car pile up on the Los Angeles freeway and lost her life. Brandy was angry when I woke her up until I gave her the bad news. For the one and only time in three years we hugged each other and cried. The next few days were rough on both of us. Transporting the body back was a heart breaking experience and making the arrangements and attending the funeral was even worse. But we somehow got through it.

For the next week Brandy stayed in her room and felt sorry for herself. I couldn't help her because I was an emotional wreck myself. Then one night as I was ready to climb into bed, Brandy burst through the door and grabbed me. She dragged me to the living room and threw me down on the sofa. Then she began pacing back and forth in front of me like a drill Sargent. "Now that mother is gone I'm taking control around here. Call the bank tomorrow and cancel your joint checking account. Then open a checking account for me and put the money in it. I also want your savings account transferred over to me. My name is to be added to all of your credit cards and I will take possession of them. I will decide what purchases you will make from here on out. If it's my decision you need the item you wish to buy, you will be allowed to purchase it. If I think it's an unnecessary expense you will be denied. There will be no exceptions." She firmly stated.

While Brandy was pacing the floor ranting and raving I came out of the stupor I was in and interrupted her ludicrous speech. "You're out of your mind if you think I'm going to let you control the purse strings in this house. Now stop talking like an idiot and go to bed. I have an early day tomorrow." I emphatically told her. She responded by slamming her bare foot into my chin. "WHAP!" I was stunned by her forceful attack and could offer no resistance when she hauled me up from the sofa by my hair and nailed me with a solid right cross. "SMACK!" I was windmilling my arms like crazy to keep from falling down but it done me no good. "You're speaking without my permission again pansy ass. You know I don't allow that. Now keep your mouth shut before I cram my foot in it."

Enough was enough. I had pretty much forgotten about straightening her ass out after Maggie died. I didn't think she needed it but clearly I was wrong. "THAT'S IT BRANDY I'M PUTTING A STOP TO YOUR FOOLISHNESS RIGHT NOW!" I screamed as I rose up from the floor. "If you think your man enough to stand up to me then you're welcome to try. But we both know you're nothing but a pathetic little wuss. If you drop to your knees right now and beg for my forgiveness the beating I'm going to give you will be less severe. But if you find the nerve to swing at me I'm going to put an end to your ridiculous behavior and take you apart piece by piece." I just shook my head in disbelief. "You asked for it girl. You're about to find out how painful it can be to fuck with the big boys." I charged across the room and went in swinging.

Brandy ducked and dodged like a professional boxer and patiently waited for her chance. I kept thinking one of my wrecking ball punches would land any second and put an end to this battle of the sexes but her excellent defensive skills were up to the task. She avoided everyone of my manly punches like it was the easiest thing in the world to do. Continuously missing her elusive body frustrated me so much I went out of my mind throwing powerful hay makers. But not a one of them came close to striking her quick moving feminine body. Her bare feet seemed to glide across the carpet like an Olympic ice skater. I finally punched myself out and had to drop my useless tired arms to my sides. My weary body was sagging while I stood there breathing heavily like an over weight dog. I was finished and we both knew it.

"Are you through creating a cool breeze you pitiful punching wuss? Because that was simply pathetic. Now pay attention and I'll show you how an expert does it. Although I'm not sure you're capable of grasping the concept with your idiotic male brain." "SMACK!" My left cheek began to swell. "SMACK!" Now my right cheek matched it. "SMACK!..SMACK!" Both eyes were painfully throbbing. "SMACK!" My top lip was busted open and hurt like hell. "THUD!..THUD!..THUD!..THUD!" I felt like I was going to vomit. "CRACK!" The bone jarring uppercut clanked my teeth together and dropped me on my back. "Get up weakling." I slowly climbed to my feet and raised my fists but Brandy easily beat me to the punch. "SMACK!..SMACK!" My chin was badly bruised on both sides. "SMACK!" Her straight right drilled me between the eyes and I collapsed at her feet.

"Come on pansy ass get on your feet" I slowly climbed up off of the floor but I was standing on watery legs that were threating to collapse. "SMACK!" My weak knees buckled and I landed at her feet. "Up boy." She ordered. Like an idiot I obeyed her command and used the sofa to pull myself up. But before I could think of moving Brandy viciously attacked. "THUD!..THUD!..CRACK!" I dropped like a slab of beef and hit the floor. "Stay on your feet you big pussy. I'm getting tired of telling you to get up." I tried my best to oblige her but my strength was completely gone. I barely made it up on my trembling legs when she put me back down. "SMACK!" Down I went. "You're pissing me off you little wimp. That's dangerous for your health. Now get the fuck up and remain standing." I was really struggling with my balance when the next punch mashed my nose to my face and deposited me at her feet. "SMACK!" "GOD DAMN YOU STAY ON YOUR FEET! NOW GET THE FUCK UP!"

I was sobbing like a broken hearted child by this time and frightened out of my mind. I began begging like a homeless vagrant for Brandy to end my suffering. "Please B.Brandy stop hitting me. I give up." "I DON'T CARE NOW GET ON YOUR FEET!" She screamed as she bent down and unloaded a solid punch to my softened stomach. "THUD!" I was really squalling when I grabbed the arm of the chair to obey her wishes and pulled myself up on my feet. "SMACK!" Sadly I didn't stay up long. I hit the floor like a ton of bricks and bounced like a rubber ball. When I finally stopped rolling my battered face was lying between her bare feet. I was so far out of it that ridiculous thoughts began to enter my brain. Staring at her bare feet through my tear filled eyes it occurred to me that a French pedicure really made a females feet look lovely. The gleaming white tips on her toe nails were evenly done and picture perfect. I was enjoying the scenery until Brandy viciously yanked me up by my hair.

"I..SAID..GET..UP!" She screamed through clenched teeth. I don't know why she was so angry I kept falling in the floor. She was the one putting me down there. But that was a moot point as far as she was concerned. I was disobeying her orders so it was all my fault. "STAY ON YOUR GOD DAMN FEET YOU PATHETIC LOSER!" "SMACK!" I disobeyed her again. "I'M GOING TO KILL YOU! NOW GET YOUR ASS UP!" Her merciless attitude was scaring me to death. My extremely battered body was trembling like a leaf in a strong wind. "Please Brandy don't make me get up." I sobbingly pleaded. My pleas fell on deaf ears. "SHUT YOUR MOUTH AND GET UP YOU BIG WUSS!" When she finally saw I was unable to accomplish that she dragged me to my feet with her impressive strength. Then she put me back down by hers with a solid right that nearly closed up my left eye. "SMACK!" My swollen lips were resting on her gleaming white toes when my body came to rest.

"AAAAGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" She screamed in frustration. But it finally dawned on her I couldn't possibly obey her wishes to remain standing. She dragged my broken body over to the sofa and held me on my knees while she sat down. Then she placed her right foot up on her left knee and snatched a handful of my hair while she stared into my nearly closed black and blue eyes. "I recall telling you I was going to cram my foot in your mouth when we started this one sided massacre. Since you kept landing at my feet each time you hit the floor I can only assume you're madly in love with them. I've decided to give you the distinct pleasure of tasting their sweet aroma." She said as she jerked my swollen lips down to her big toe. "Open your mouth and say ahhh weakling." Now I admit I thought her feet were pretty while I was lying next to them but I sure as hell didn't want them in my mouth. Then reality forced it's way into my mind. If I didn't willing obey her command and open my mouth she would resume my beating and shove her toe in my mouth afterwards. So I really had no choice. I parted my quivering lips and cried like a new born baby.

"That's a good boy." She said as she pushed her big toe in my mouth. "Now enjoy yourself and suck on it wuss. And don't bite because that would make me very angry. You don't want me to get angry do you?" "Nuugghhh." I unintelligently mumbled. "That's what I thought." She said with a smile "Now start sucking." I shut my swollen eyes tight against the shame spreading through me and began to suck on her big toe like it was a pacifier. Brandy increased my humiliation by moving my head up and back like I was giving her big toe a blow job. My shameful tears were heavily splashing on the carpet below. The pungent taste filling my mouth made me want to vomit but knowing the punishment I would receive for committing such a despicable act allowed me to force it back down my throat. "You're doing an excellent job wuss. You really do love the taste of my feet. I'm flattered." She said laughing in my face.

When she finally pulled her toe out of my mouth she snapped her fingers and pointed to her left foot resting on the floor. "We wouldn't want my other foot to feel neglected by not receiving any attention. Get your ass down there and cover it with tender kisses." She ordered with a stern voice. I instantly groveled at her left foot like an obedient slave to save myself from further harm. I tried not to breathe while I obeyed her command but it only took her a few seconds to catch on. "I can't feel your breath on my foot little man. You better start breathing in the aroma before you piss me off." I knew better then to challenge her patience. I began sucking in deep breaths to make sure she felt it so she wouldn't get angry. I heard her chuckling above me. I belonged to her and she knew it. Fear is a very strong motivator.

She finally gave me permission to stop kissing her foot and ordered me to sit down beneath her. When I was situated Brandy threw her right leg over my right shoulder and laid it across my chest to keep me in place. Then she began listing the rules I would be expected to follow if I wanted to remain healthy. I obediently sat there for over ten minutes while she completed the list of rules and fluffed her honey blond hair. When she finished talking and removed her leg from my chest I assumed she was through with me. That's when I learned I needed her permission to do everything but breathe. And eventually she would take that luxury away from me as well. Because when I attempted to get up it totally pissed her off that I was thinking for myself. That was an inexcusable offense which warranted harsh punishment.

Brandy pinning me down in front of her to explain the rules.

"WHERE THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE GOING?" She screamed as she planted her foot on my ass and shoved me over on my face. Brandy leaped to her feet and began stomping on my tortured body as hard as she could. "STOMP!..STOMP!..STOMP!..STOMP!..STOMP!..BAM!" The last one landed on the back of my head and drove my battered face into the floor. "I DIDN'T GIVE YOU PERMISSION TO MOVE!" "STOMP!..STOMP!..STOMP!" Her outraged temper frightened me out of my mind and I began to fear for my life. "STOMP!..STOMP!" I tried to crawl away but she kicked me in the balls. "WHOP!" "AAIIIEEEEEEE!" "I SHOULD KICK YOU HALF TO DEATH YOU FUCKING WEAKLING!" She threatened. "I'M SORRY! PLEASE BRANDY I'M SORRY!" I pleaded with a trembling voice. "SHUT UP!" She said as she grabbed me by the hair.

She lifted my upper body about two feet from the floor to give her plenty of kicking room. While she easily held me up there with her right hand, she began punting my swollen face like a football with her right foot. "WHAP!..WHAP!..WHAP!..WHAP!..WHAP!..WHAP!" "I'M THE BOSS LOSER!" "WHAP!..WHAP!..WHAP!..WHAP!" "YOU ARE NOTHING!" "WHAP!..WHAP!..WHAP!..WHAP!" "HAVE YOU GOT THAT?" "YESSSSSSS!" "PLEASE STOP BRANDY!" I pleaded. "I SAID SHUT YOUR FUCKING MOUTH YOU PATHETIC LITTLE WIMP! MAYBE THIS WILL STOP YOUR INFERNAL WHINING!" She rolled me over on my back. Then she grabbed my legs and bent me in half while she sat her ass down on my grotesque looking face. My feeble struggles to stop her were totally ineffective.

Brandy bending me in half while sitting on my swollen face.

Brandy had turned my badly beaten body into a train wreck. There wasn't a spot on me that didn't feel the painful effects of her brutal kicking bare feet. And now she was cutting off my much needed air supply with her gorgeous ass. I panicked and tried to buck her off of me but it was a wasted effort on my part. Her formidable strength was to much for me to overcome. While I helplessly laid there trying to force air into my deprived lungs Brandy's demeanor began to change. I was lost at first about what was happening until I felt the moist wetness from her blond muff on my swollen face. The pleasuring moans that escaped her full, thick lips was the clincher. What started out as punishing torture for me had turned into very erotic pleasure for her. Rubbing her blond pussy against my severely battered face was really turning her on.

"MMMMMMMMMMMM!" "That feels delicious. I think I've found the only thing your useless ass is good for. Stick that tongue of yours in there deep and work it around boy. And don't disappoint me." I had no choice but to obey her. "Ohhhhhhhhh yes. This is heaven. Move that tongue you worthless wimp. Faster boy faster." She commanded. I obediently slurped her seeping cunt like a lap dog to please her. I must have been doing an adequate job because her hips began to move with considerable speed over my face. "YESSSSSSSSS!" "YESSSSSSSSSS!" "YESSSSSSSSSSSS!" She screamed with pleasure. "That's my boy. Cram that tongue in there hard. Oh God this is fantastic. I had no idea pleasure like this existed. I love this." When the inside of her smooth thighs tightened up I knew she was ready to spill her sweet juices. I increased my pace to insure she had a glorious climax and prayed my performance would soften her anger towards me.

"OH GOD! OH GOD! I'M CUMMMINNNNGGG!" She breathlessly squealed. Her thick nectar splashed out and completely covered my battered face. I swallowed several mouth fulls to keep from drowning. When her climax finally subsided, I wearily collapsed like a rag doll. Brandy leaned on my chest and waited for her well developed body to calm down and her heavy breathing to return to normal. "That was absolutely wonderful. I'm going to use that talented tongue of yours every night from now on." She advised me. That statement startled me. The thought of constantly pleasuring my step daughter with oral sex made me feel like a perverted criminal. It just wasn't right. "I don't think that's such a good idea Brandy. I'm your step father for Christ sake." I explained. "Oh shut up wuss. I give the orders around here." She replied as she casually sat her ass back in my face. I was instantly enclosed in complete darkness and unable to breathe again.

My pitiful struggles to unseat her were useless. Brandy kept me pinned down with her beautiful ass until I passed out from lack of oxygen. Then she climbed to her feet and stood above me with her arms raised in a muscle pose. "Now do you understand why I'm the boss you pathetic weakling. Your puny male muscles are no match for my female strength. You don't stand a chance in hell of defeating me. I'm younger, smarter and stronger then you are and I will not be denied my rightful place as head of this household. So you might as well accept your fate because I'll continue to beat you until you're submissive and obedient. You simply have no other choice. I'm just to powerful for you to handle." She told my unconscious muscular body.

The day after she took control of my life I obeyed her wishes. I called the bank and turned over the checking and savings accounts to Brandy. She took the credit cards away from me that night when she slapped me awake and sent me to bed. She did allow me to keep ten dollars out of my wallet for lunch. Then she took the rest of that money as well. So that's the life I lead now. I work my ass off all day to earn the money that goes into her account. When I get home I cook the meals, do the dishes, do the laundry and clean the hou...uhhh I mean HER house. On top of that, I service her orally whenever she feels the need. After listening to myself tell this tale I guess I've found the answer to the question that stumped me earlier. That answer would be..... Brandy is my Master.