Sherry knew she was going to have to give John another beating to straighten him out. He was obeying her and little Samantha when they ordered him to do something, but he wore a scowl on his face the whole time he was doing it. She even caught him talking to himself about getting his life back some day and putting those God damn females in their place. She knew she would have to give the man an attitude adjustment soon. Another thing that was on her mind was Melvin's Mother. Just the way Mr. Drummond acted, told her he was probably a woman beater. She asked Samantha to find out from Melvin if what she suspected was true. Samantha slammed Melvin against the school building and threatened to give him a good beating if he didn't tell her the truth. The boy sang like the proverbial canary.

He told Sam he didn't understand it. His Father always told him he shouldn't hit girls. But he slapped his Mother around all of the time. Sherry decided to call the woman and ask her over for coffee. After a bit of persuasion, the woman agreed to come over on Saturday when her husband was out golfing. Sherry asked her to bring Melvin. She didn't tell the woman what she wanted to discuss, just that she would like to talk to her. She showed up at 1:00 o'clock Saturday afternoon with Melvin in tow. Sherry recognized Nancy Drummond was a very sweet woman as soon as she met her. The 32 year old woman was about 5 foot 7 inches tall and weighed roughly 130 pounds. She had dark brown hair that she wore just passed her shoulders and dark blue eyes. Sherry and Samantha talked with her a bit before breaching the subject.

"Look Nancy, we would like to discuss something with you." Sherry said. "Please tell us the truth. Does your husband beat you?" "Uh..well..I..uh." "Nancy, if you would prefer we butt out of your business, then we will gladly do so. But we know he does because Melvin told Samantha. I assume you saw your husbands condition when he arrived home after paying us a visit. We can teach you to handle yourself like that if you are willing to learn. No woman should have to put up with that. I beat your husband to a pulp when he came here running his mouth, and I'm only sixteen. You could learn to protect yourself and keep him from ever hurting you again. It's not that hard to learn. Females are much better fighters then they think. We are just conditioned to think we are the weaker sex from birth. Just ask Melvin. Little Sam easily handled him and he's more then twice her size."

"We can teach you and will be glad to do it. But you have to make the decision. Think it over Nancy. You don't have to give me an answer right now." Sherry turned toward the kitchen where John was eating a late lunch. "John, would you come here please." John walked into the living room and waited. "Would you bring Nancy another cup of coffee please?" John clenched his fists and gritted his teeth as he turned to go back to the kitchen. "Stop right there John and get over here." John turned and walked to her as she stood. "I'm getting tired of your attitude little man. If you don't straighten it out, I'm going to straighten you out with my fists. Now get that scowl off of your face and do as I ordered you to." John yelled at the top of his lungs and went in swinging like crazy when he attacked her.

Sherry Adams

Sherry dodged a few of his punches and then blocked his last right and took him to school. "SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!" He was staggering back with every punch she landed. A right and left to his stomach bent him over. "THUD!..THUD!" It was followed by an uppercut to his chin. "CRACK!" John dropped to the floor on his back. Sherry removed her white socks because she slipped a little and ordered him up. "GET UP WIMP! YOU'VE HAD THIS COMING FOR A LONG TIME NOW!" Nancy watched with a fascinated look on her beautiful face. John got to his feet and came out swinging again. Thunderous punches from ham like fists were coming at Sherry's pretty face and she danced around them all. John tired slightly so she opened up on him again. "SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!" His face was turning colors and swelling rapidly.

"SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!" John dropped to his knees with glassy, unfocused eyes and was unable to protect himself from the blow that was going to knock him out. "SMMMACK!" He crumpled to the floor on his face, sound asleep at her feet. "I'm sorry about that Nancy. But that boy needed to be taught a lesson." "You can teach me to do THAT?" She asked astounded. "Yes we can. If you're willing to learn." Sherry answered. "You bet I am." "Great Nancy. You just won't believe how confident you will feel after you learn to handle yourself. And it works wonders for putting males in their place too." Sherry told her smiling. "The only male I'm interested in putting in his place is my husband Frank. I'm tired of him slapping me around and I want to stop him. So when do we start." She excitedly asked. "How about right now. Is that OK with you?" Sherry replied. "Yes, that's fine."

Sherry showed her how to turn her body so she could get the maximum amount of power into the punch. She taught her how to dodge and duck, weave and sway away from punches, while keeping her eye on her opponent. How to block punches with her upper arm instead of the side, where it hits your bone and hurts your arm. Finally, she showed her how to move her body to avoid punches and recognise when to strike back. Nancy was a quick study. Next, she showed her how to throw a jab, cross, hook, and short straight punch. "Now Nancy. A roundhouse punch is a good punch to use if your opponent is groggy, off balance, or ready to be knocked out. It takes a while for it to reach it's target, so don't use it any other time. And last but not least, fight in unrestricted clothing. Like shorts or a flowing skirt. And remove your shoes and socks or stockings. You get a better feel for the floor being bare foot. It's easier to move around and you don't slip."

Samantha made Melvin get up and attack her so Nancy could see how to maneuver her opponent into wrestling holds. Melvin was scared to death when she told him to get on his feet and try to hit her. "I'm not going to hurt you Melvin. You've been very good at obeying my orders at school and not trying to bully anyone. We just want to show your mom how to protect herself. You do want your mom to learn, don't you?" Sam asked. He shook his head yes. "Then get up here boy. I swear I won't hurt you.....much." She said giggling. "Try to hit me boy." Samantha told Melvin. "And try your best, so your mom can see how to attack after a missed punch. Don't worry, if you hit me I won't hurt you. Now lets go." Melvin threw a right and Sam stepped to her left to grab his arm as it went by. She quickly spun Melvin around and wrenched it up his back in a hammerlock. Then she wrapped her left arm around his throat. Nancy gasped as she watched the small girl render her large son helpless.

Melvin tried another hard right after Sam turned him loose. She stepped to her left and up, while throwing her right arm over his right shoulder and spinning him again. When his back was to her, she slipped her left arm under his and brought them both up to lock her hands behind his neck. Melvin struggled with everything he had to get out of the full nelson. But Sam had him wrapped up securely. She let him go again after a few minutes. His face was bright red from embarrassment. Nancy's mouth fell open again. "My god. He's more then twice her size and she's handling him like he was a baby. That's incredible." "It's easy Mrs. Drummond, if you know what you're doing." "Yes, I guess maybe it is young lady. And please, call me Nancy." She said with a smile. "OK, thank you Nancy. You'll be a good fighter in no time if you learn from Sherry. She's the greatest." "I believe you're right Samantha. She is amazing." "Well, thanks for the praise girls." Sherry replied smiling.

Samantha showed her how to apply a scissor hold and how to pin your opponent to the floor in a school boy pin. She also taught her how to apply a choke hold. Sherry showed her the Boston crab, camel clutch, and sleeper hold, with John's sleeping body. "If I'm out of line just say so." Nancy asked. "Are you through with that young man you knocked out? Or are you going to beat him some more?" "He is definitely going to get more of a beating. He's been asking for it." Sherry told her. "Do you think I might practice with him? There's nothing like hands on training." "That's an excellent idea Nancy. And don't worry, if things start looking bad I'll jump in and take over." "I'd really rather you wouldn't. If you want to beat him for something he's done, that's your business. But I don't want him beaten up because I asked to fight him. I'm used to getting hit, so please stay away and let me handle it on my own. If I lose, I lose." Nancy explained. "OK Nancy, if that's how you want it." Sherry agreed. "Thank you."

Sherry woke John up. "Nancy needs a sparing partner John and you're elected. If you beat her, I promise not to touch you because of it. But I'm not through giving you a good beating for your piss poor attitude." John saw this as an opportunity to get back at a female. Even if it wasn't his sister, he could take his anger and frustrations out on the old woman. He agreed. He and Nancy squared off. John started throwing a multitude of heavy handed punches to take her out and vent his anger. Nancy began dancing like the girls showed her to avoid his murderous attempts, while punching back periodically. She dodged a right and left and snapped a jab to John's nose. "SMACK!" Three hard male punches came at her that she evaded while connecting with a left hook and right cross of her own. "SMACK!..SMACK!"

John went out of his mind because he was getting beaten up by another female. Large male arms delivered bone crushing punches as fast as he could throw them. Nancy got a little careless and didn't quite get out of the way of a hard right. It caught her on the shoulder and knocked her off balance. Seeing this as his chance, John moved in for the kill. Nancy quickly righted herself and saw him coming. He was wide open. She threw a solid right that drilled him in the stomach and bent him over. "THUD!" She followed that with a left hook that cracked him on the temple. "SMACK!" John was asleep before he hit the floor at her bare feet.

Sherry, Samantha, and Melvin were cheering and clapping as they congratulated her. "That was fantastic Nancy. You really cold cock him. That boy won't get up for quite a while. Way to go." Sherry praised. "Thank you both very much. And it was fun too." She replied as she smiled. "I think you're going to do fine Nancy. Come over every Saturday and we'll help you practice. Mr. Drummond is in for one hell of a surprise." "Yes he is girls. And I'm going to enjoy giving it to him too." Sherry and Nancy were hugging and talking as they headed for the door. Samantha stood back and made Melvin wait with her. When they were out of sight, Sam grabbed Melvin by the shirt with both hands and looked him straight in the eye. "You're a male just like your dad Melvin. If he finds out about this before your mom learns enough to defeat him, I'll know it was you that told. I'll beat you up every day until school is out if you tell." "IS THAT CLEAR BOY?" Melvin's big body was trembling with fear. "Yes Samantha. I swear I won't tell." He stammered. "You better not if you know what's good for you." "Now go wimp." Sam said as she pushed him towards the door.

Nancy showed up every Saturday for two months. Her husband hadn't tried anything so far and she was learning fast. Samantha and Melvin even became good friends because he was obeying her and being a nice boy at school. There was no doubt in either of their minds who was the boss when they were together. But Melvin seemed to accept it gracefully. The show down came when Nancy returned home after one Saturday's visit and Frank had come home early from his golf game. He was pissed when she wasn't there. "Where the hell have you been Nancy? I've been waiting here for half an hour to get something to eat." "I was just visiting some friends Frank. I'll fix you something to eat in a jiffy." She replied. "PHEW!" "What the fuck was you doing over there, running a marathon? Your body stinks to high heaven." He said holding his nose. She couldn't argue with him there. She practiced hard that day and was sweating pretty good. "I'll just take a quick shower first. It won't take me long."

She took a quick shower and dressed in a pair of black shorts and a white, tummy baring top. This looked like it might be the day she took over the authority in this house and became the boss. She slipped her bare feet into her slippers that were easily kicked off if they needed to be. Then she went to the kitchen and fixed them all a late lunch. Nancy tried to engage Frank in some idle conversation. But he was to irritated with her to talk. After lunch, Melvin went out to play with the neighborhood kids. Frank saw this as his opportunity to slap his wife around and make sure she knew he was the one in charge and needed to be obeyed. "When I get home, I expect you to be here Nancy. No more visits with your friends. I'm the one that's important and you will take care of my needs like I say. Your friends can go to hell for all I care. Because you will stay home from now on." He ordered.

"Frank, you're always gone with your friends golfing or fishing or drinking a beer with them down at the bar. I'm alone here with nothing to do. I've made some friends and I'll go see them anytime I like. I don't neglect my duties here at home, nor do I neglect you. So when I get a chance to visit my friends and enjoy myself, I'm going to take it." She defiantly replied. "Are you sassing me bitch? You'll do as I tell you and that's that. Now shut your stupid mouth." "No Frank, I won't. You do as you please, so I'm going to do the same." "That's it. You went and pissed me off bitch. I'm going to show you who's boss around here and why you will do as I say." Frank walked over and slapped her right across the face. "SLAP!" "That's just the beginning you mouthy bitch. You know better then to talk back to me. I'm going to put an end to it right now." He threatened.

Nancy Drummond

Nancy kicked off her slippers and put up her fists. "You're right about one thing Frank. It's just the beginning. But not the beginning you're talking about. That's the last time you will ever slap me Frank. Because I'm going to beat you until you beg me to quit. Then I'm going to beat you some more, just to prove to you that I can. Your days of slapping me around are over big man. Because I'm going to be the boss when I'm through with you. And you're going to be obeying my every command. Now shut your mouth and put up your fists." She challenged. "Have you lost your fucking mind bitch? You just earned yourself a good beating. The only thing coming out of your mouth will be blood while you're pleading with me to leave you alone." He boasted. "Then step up here and prove it to me Frank. So I can shut your big mouth for you. I'm sick of hearing it run." Rage filled the big man's face as he approached his wife to show her who was boss.

He was smiling when his 6 foot 5 inch 228 pound frame threw his first punch. His scrawny wife with her 5 foot 7 inch 130 pound body didn't stand a chance in hell of beating him in a fist fight. And he would be more than happy to show her why. The smile evaporated when his wife ducked his punch and jabbed him in the mouth. "SMACK!" "Surprise Frank. You just stepped in shit. And I'm going to rub it all over your face." He didn't know how she did that, but it pissed him off to no end. She sure as hell wasn't going to get lucky again. Frank fired off punches in bunches to confuse Nancy and beat her down to the floor. Nancy kept her cool and began to dance like the girls taught her. About thirty punches later, Frank slowed his attack with a very confused look on his face. Nancy smiled and started her own offense.

"SMACK!" A jab to his nose. "What's the matter Frank? You don't seem to be able to hit me big man." "SMACK!" A right cross to his chin. "Your bullying days are over Frank." "SMACK!" A left hook to his eye. "And mine are about to begin." "SMACK!" A right hook to his other eye. "So get used to being hit little man." "SMACK!" A left jab on his mouth. "Because I'm going to be doing it a lot in the future." "SMACK!" A hard right to his mouth again. "And you will be obeying me." "SMACK!" How in the hell is she doing this? Frank thought to himself. She don't know how to fight. I've slapped her around for fourteen years and she's never tried to hit me back. So where did this confidence and fighting ability come from? What the hell does it matter. She'll be crying and begging before long, so just forget about it. His mind told him. Rights and lefts came flying at Nancy again, with harmful intentions behind them.

Nancy ducked and dodged, weaved and bobbed, and they all missed their mark. Having a ball, Nancy punched back and confused Frank even more with each punch that connected. "SMACK!..SMACK!" Pain shot through both eyes. "SMACK!" His nose was broken. "SMACK!..SMACK!" His lip was busted and his jaw bruised. "THUD!..THUD!" A left and right sunk deep into his partially flabby stomach. "CRACK!" An uppercut sent him stumbling back. "I'm whipping your ass wimp. How does it feel to have your wife knock you around?" "SMACK!" "I'll tell you how I feel about it." "SMACK!" "It's the best I've felt in fourteen years." "SMACK!" "And I'm going to feel like this every day." "SMACK!" "Because you won't be able to stop me." "SMACK!" "I'm taking over around here Frank." "SMACK!" "And you'll be obeying my every wish." "SMACK!" "I WILL BE THE BOSS PANSY ASS!"

Frank was beginning to get scared. He just couldn't hit her and her damn punches hurt like hell. It was like trying to hit a whirlwind. She was gone before his punch was half way there. And no matter what he tried, he couldn't evade her accurate female fists. He had to think of something, or life as he knew it would be over. Taking orders from his God damn wife would be to humiliating for a man like him. That was out of the question. But what could he do? Frank jumped at Nancy to take her to the ground and use his weight and strength advantage. Nancy was expecting him to try something like that and she was ready. She quickly stepped to her left and grabbed his shoulder to drive her knee into his stomach. "WHAM!" A big gush of air escaped the man's mouth as he tried to catch his breath. A left cross to his temple dumped him in the floor on his face. "SMACK!" "Not yet Frank. We'll wrestle a little later. But right now, I'm having to much fun beating your face in. Now get your ass up you pathetic loser."

Frank climbed to his feet. That bitches mouth has to be shut, because he was tired of hearing it. Heavy handed punches loaded with dynamite were delivered by mighty masculine arms to shut her mouth for good. Nancy danced some more and they all went over, around, or in front of her beautiful face. But not a one touched her. The bewildered look on his face was a delight for Nancy to see. "You missed me wimp." "SMACK!" "Let me show you how to do it." "SMACK!" "See how easy it is?" "SMACK!" "And it's getting easier by the second." "SMACK!" "Your face doesn't look very good Franky boy." "SMACK!" "And it's going to get a whole lot worse before I'm through with you." "SMACK!" "You'll be under my control little man." "SMACK!" "And I will grind you under my heel when ever the feeling strikes me." "SMACK!" "So start begging weakling." "SMACK!" "And I may stop beating you senseless." "SMACK!" "Probably not though." "SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!"

Frank's legs buckled as he staggered back from her barrage of punches. His mighty muscular arms were dropping and he couldn't seem to get them back up. There was more then one Nancy in front of his blurry eyes and he didn't know which one was her. He could feel his face swell with every solid punch Nancy landed. And they were all landing. Fear struck his heart and shame spread throughout his large masculine frame. His cause seemed lost. Nancy was ecstatic when she saw his legs buckle and his arms drop to his sides. She stepped up and grabbed his shirt to hold him steady. "You're going down Frank. This right is going to put you to sleep and your helpless to stop me. You're a pussy Frank. I think you always have been. I should have done this years ago. Now say good night little man. Because your wife is going to knock you out." Nancy jerked him up and threw a hay maker to his jaw. "SMMMACK!" Frank dropped like a wet sack.

Nancy looked down at her wife beating husband lying at her feet asleep and laughed out loud. She never felt so good in her life. Pictures flashed through her mind of Frank crawling at her feet and pleading with her to let him eat. Or he was lying against the wall with a very big shiner. He was crying like a baby while she stood over him with his wallet in her hand to take his money away from him. Next, he was rubbing her feet with a frightened look on his face while she watched what SHE wanted to watch on TV. He was following along behind her like a trained puppy while she pulled him out to the dance floor. He was begging for permission to get in their bed and not sleep on the floor again. An apron was around his waist and fear covered his face while he cleaned the house and done the laundry. She was sitting in his chair snapping her fingers and giving him orders. And the best mental picture of them all. He was lying under her with a battered, black and blue face. She was grinding her hips and rubbing her pussy all over him. His tongue was in deep while she forced him to give her oral sex and had multiple orgasms.

Her very well formed body shivered from the erotic feeling those mental pictures gave her. Yes, she was going to dominate Frank for the rest of his miserable life. And get what she wanted from now on. She would control everything. Frank, the money, the decisions, the house, all of it would be controlled by her. The only thing Frank would do without her permission was breathe. Time to wake him up and make these things a reality. She slapped Frank awake. "Get up Frank. I'm going to make you a meek little docile man who obeys me out of fear. You're going to need my permission to do anything I don't order you to do. I'm going to beat you into submission and keep you under my ruling thumb. You will follow my orders without question or hesitation, or I will beat you until you learn. I'm going to own you Frank and you can't stop me." "NOW GET ON YOUR FEET WIMP!" She sternly commanded.

Frank struggled to his feet and looked at the beautiful woman who was his wife. He wondered what happened to the shy, soft spoken girl he married when she was eighteen. The woman in front of him was a stranger. And he feared that stranger clear to his soul. She was power hungry and crazy out of her mind. And it totally scared him to death, to think of what his life would be like if he didn't get his sweet loving wife back. He began to cry. Nancy saw the frightened look on his face and the tears in his swollen black eyes. She nearly fainted from the absolute power she felt at that moment. She strolled over to Frank and threw him in the floor. For the next two hours, she completely destroyed him with her wrestling abilities. First she wrecked his arms with hammerlocks. Then his ribs and stomach muscles were crushed by the scissor hold her strong legs held him in while she worked on his arms some more with a full nelson.

His back and neck were stretched and nearly broken in a camel clutch. Melvin started to come in the house until he heard his Father scream. He peeked in and saw his mom had his father wrapped up in a Boston crab and was torturing his legs. Melvin grinned and went back outside. Nancy used various other holds and some she even invented, while she turned Frank into a sobbing, screaming pile of human flesh. He begged and pleaded while he screamed and bawled. But his sweet little wife didn't seem to hear his pleas. When Nancy was done, Frank was groveling at her feet. He was tenderly kissing each bare foot and begging her not to hurt him anymore. He was forced to kiss her ass, and the biceps that had taken the man apart piece by piece and rendered him completely helpless. Finally, he was forced to crawl across her lap while she gave him a bare ass spanking. Nancy smiled and explained how she would control him from now on.

When Nancy was absolutely convinced Frank's will, spirit, courage, and heart were destroyed, she consented to quit torturing him. All that was left was a broken, obedient man who was totally afraid of her and no threat what so ever. She grabbed him by the hair and dragged him into the bedroom to make her oral sex dream come true. Frank whimpered and bawled the whole time, but obeyed every command she gave him. Nancy rode his face until she had six orgasms. Then she made Frank lick her ass while she came down from her exotic sexual high. He was then ordered to rub her feet while she sat back and relaxed. When she tired of that, she dragged him back to the living room and made him call the bank and make arrangements to change their checking and savings account to her name only. "SMACK!..SLAM!" She punched him between the eyes and knocked him against the wall. As he sat in the floor crying, she pulled his wallet from his pocket and took all of his money away from him.

Like in her dreams, she sat in his chair to watch TV and snapped her fingers while he brought her drinks and food. He was made to wear an apron to clean the house and do the laundry. He received another brutal beating when he had to ask how to do laundry. It was a job he had never done before. Frank was sent to bed without any dinner for being so stupid. He was tied and forced to sleep on the floor, while Nancy enjoyed a good nights sleep in HER bed. The next morning, Frank was kneeling at her feet with his head in her lap. He was bawling uncontrollably while Nancy finished explaining things to him. "This is your life now Frank. Get used to it. I'm the boss and you will obey my every command. The life you knew, you will never see again. I will take care of you and make sure you have medical care when you need it. And sometimes I will let you eat. But from now on you do nothing without my permission. Any time you want a rematch, just say so. I'll be glad to beat you senseless again you pathetic loser." Frank knelt at his new masters feet and cried his heart out. He had no life at all, and wasn't close to being man enough to get back the one he loved.