Sherry and her two brothers were cleaning up the house so it would be spotless and cheerful when their mother was released from the hospital. She was coming home the next day and Sherry wanted everything to be perfect. Her two older brothers John and Ron, were only helping because Sherry made them. She beat them both senseless one day and they fear her hard fists. Because they grumbled about having to help clean the house, Sherry forced them to wear her mothers aprons to punish them. John was dusting the furniture with a pink apron around his waist. While Ron was wiping down his mothers ceramic figurines wearing a yellow one. They were very pissed about having to help, but fear of their sister Sherry and her powerful fists held them in check. Their ten year old sister Samantha was running around trying to help where ever she could. She was very happy her mother was coming home. She missed her very much. Things were better for her since Sherry took control of her two older brothers. They didn't tease or bully her anymore because Sherry protected her. But she wanted her mother home.

Sherry had just finished vacuuming the carpet and was checking around the room to see what else needed to be done. John was now dusting the large coffee table but other things were on his mind. His friends were down at the YMCA playing basketball and he and Ron were supposed to be there playing with them. Sherry would not let them go until everything was spotless. While thinking about missing the fun with his friends because he was forced to do women's work, he wasn't thinking straight when little Sam got in his road while she was arranging things on the coffee table. Without thinking, he shoved her with his huge arm and Samantha hit the floor on her small butt. As soon as he did it, fear spread over his body. He looked up and Sherry was already coming for him with fire in her green eyes. "Wait Sherry. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to do it. Please Sherry I'm sorry." He was backing toward the wall while he was pleading to try and calm her down before she reached him. "Please Sherry, I really didn't mean it. Don't hit me Sheery. Please don't hit me." "NOOOOOOOOOOOOO." "SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!..SLAM!" Sherry drove him into the wall and he slumped to the floor on his ass.

As she was looking down at his sprawled body and about to admonish him for his behavior, she heard little Sam scream. "LOOK OUT SHERRY!" She turned around just in time because Ron had charged over and was about to punch her in the back of the head. She stepped back causing him to miss and grabbed his arm with her right hand while snatching the back of his head with her left. She slammed him face first into the wall two times. "SLAM!..SLAM!" When she turned him loose he slid down the wall while turning his body and ended up sitting next to John on the floor. Sherry sat on the floor in front of them and placed her pink socked feet under each of their throats. Then she began to choke them. They were struggling to free themselves but her legs were just to strong. When their faces turned red from lack of oxygen she moved her feet to the sides of their heads. Then she roughly slammed them together. "WHAM!..WHAM!" Their large muscular arms dropped to the floor and they passed out. Sherry got up and went to check on Samantha. "Are you alright honey, did he hurt you?" She asked concerned. "No, I'm OK Sherry. It did hurt my butt a little though." She replied. Sherry checked her small butt and saw the red spot where a bruise was beginning form. She was very pissed.

She took Sam to the bathroom and washed it down with warm water. Then put some cool lotion on the bruise to soothe it. She put a piece of gauze over the bruise so the lotion wouldn't stain her clothing. When she was finished, she washed her hands while Sam thanked her for being so nice. "Thank you Sherry. I'm glad you're my sister. I love you." The young girl said with a smile. "I love you too Sammy. And I'm also glad you're my sister." They giggled as they left the bathroom. John and Ron had regained their senses and was talking things over. "Come on John. We were going to jump her some time today anyway so lets do it now." Ron told his brother. "I know we was Ron. But I was hoping we could surprise her when we did it. She'll be ready for us now." "Yeah, well I'm sick of being treated like a little kid and being at her beck and call all of the time." Ron hatefully replied. "Me too. She gives Samantha more respect then she does us. We need to put the bitch back in her place." John answered. "I'm telling you, we just underestimated her last time and we were beaten by the time we figured out she knew how to fight. It was a fluke I'm telling you, just a fluke. Look John. You're twenty years old and I'm eighteen. Do we want to do what ever a sixteen year old girl tells us to do for the rest of our lives? We're both more then twice her size, so lets show her she shouldn't have fucked with us." Ron pleaded.

"You're right. With my 5' 11 192 pounds and your 5' 9 178 pounds we should be able to take her real easy. She's probably only about 5' 3 and maybe 115 pounds. So it should be a walk in the park. I'm sick of being treated like a nobody myself. She walks around here like she's a fucking queen or something. But she does hit awful God damn hard for a girl." John said. "Lets just stick together and beat the shit out of the little bitch. What do you say John?" "I'm in brother, lets do it." John replied. When Sherry and Samantha returned to the living room she noticed the men had taken off the aprons and were limbering themselves up. She knew what she had to do and was smiling when she spoke to Sam. "Sam, it looks like our brothers need to be taught another lesson to remind them who's running things around here. Go sit on the sofa so you don't get hurt sweety." Sherry told Sam. "OK Sherry. What ever you say. Go get em." Sam replied with a grin.

Sherry removed her pink socks so she wouldn't slip on the carpet and headed toward her two foolish older brothers. "Looks like you two idiots have forgotten your place. I guess I'll have to show you where it is again. And it will be a very painful lesson for you to learn." Sherry told them. "Fuck you Sherry. We're sick and tired of your shit. We think it's time we showed you who's the men around here." John said. "Yeah." Ron agreed. "Your ass is ours Sherry." "You two wimps may be male, but you're a long way from being men. In fact, I would say you're closer to being babies." She told them. Ron was tired of hearing her fucking mouth flap. He charged like a bull elephant to shut her up. Sherry shot out her shapely right leg and buried her bare foot deep in his stomach. "WHAM!" Ron stopped dead in his tracks. She quickly turned to John and punched him in the mouth. "SMACK!" He stumbled back out of control. Then she turned back to Ron and landed a left to his right temple that put him in the floor at her feet. "SMACK!"

John had regained his balance so she turned back to him. She was still pissed he knocked Sam down so she didn't fool around with the muscular male. She let him have it. "SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!" She marked up both of his eyes and busted his lips. Sherry took a peek at Ron and saw he was trying to get up. But he wasn't breathing properly yet so she continued to take John apart with her hard hitting fists. "THUD!..THUD!" His muscular body folded around her fists when she drilled him in the stomach and left his face unprotected. "SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!..CRACK!" The devastating uppercut landed on his chin and put him in the floor. Ron was in the process of rising up from the floor when she stepped over and kicked him in the face. "WHAP!..SLAM!" The powerful kick knocked him back against the wall. While he was still groggy she cut loose on his face with her fast moving female fists. "SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!" His head flopped from side to side like he couldn't control it. Sherry smiled and let him have one more to his already queasy stomach. "THUD!" Then her bell ringing uppercut dropped him in the floor. "CRACK!"

John was back and about to hit her from behind. She ducked under his mighty punch and let his momentum carry him past her while she stepped around. Now they were both in her sights. Ron was still down so John was her main objective. She shot out a hard jab to his nose. "SMACK!" Then another one caught him on the jaw. "SMACK!" A right cross and a left hook landed on his cheek bones. "SMACK!..SMACK!" Finally a right hook slammed him against the wall. "SMACK!..SLAM!" While Ron was attempting to get up, he received another kick to his face. "WHAP!" His body flipped over and crashed into the floor again. She stomped on his face with her right foot to keep him down. "STOMP!" Then she turned to John. "SMACK!..BAM!..SMACK!..BAM!..SMACK!..BAM!" His head was bouncing off of the wall with every punch. Sherry changed targets and drilled him with a combination to his stomach. "THUD!..THUD!" A final left hook to the jaw dropped him next to Ron. "SMACK!"

"You two are simply pathetic. I bet Sam could beat up you two little wimps. If this is what you idiots call men, then your whole gender is in deep trouble." She told her two older brothers. "Kiss my ass Sherry. It's not over yet. We're just getting started you little bitch. And your luck is about to run out." Ron replied. "That's what I say you fucking cunt. Your ass will soon be begging us to leave you alone." John chimed in. "You two morons know better then to use that kind of language in front of Samantha. Now I'm really going to punish you." "GET UP AND GET YOUR BEATINGS BOYS!" She sternly ordered. They climbed to their feet and spread out to trap her between them. Both threw mighty rights intending to take her head off. Sherry bent her upper body back and made them both miss. Then she landed a solid shot to each of their ribs. "THUD!..THUD!" When they bent over from the pain, she punched them both on the side of the head at the same time. "SMACK!..SMACK!" A hard right to John's mouth who was standing on her left, drove him back a few steps. "SMACK!" That was followed by a left to Ron's mouth who was standing on her right. "SMACK!" He was sent reeling back as well. Sherry snapped out her shapely leg and buried her bare foot deep into Ron's stomach. "WHAM!" His face turned green and he flopped to the floor gasping for air.

John came at her and began chucking what he thought was fast punches with his large muscular arms. But to Sherry they looked like they were thrown in slow motion. She danced and dodged around them all while she waited for an opening. When it came, she fired back while taunting her brother. "SMACK!" "That's how you punch little Johnny." "SMACK!" "Are you paying attention so you can get it right the next time?" John threw a mighty roundhouse punch which she easily dodged. "SMACK!" "I guess you wasn't paying attention wimp." "SMACK!" "Because you missed me again." She took a quick peek and saw Ron had made it to his knees. She turned back to John to finish him off and attend to Ron. "THUD!..THUD!" A right left combination to his guts bent him over. "CRACK!" The bone jarring uppercut dumped him on his ass. She arrived just as Ron was throwing a hay maker right. She moved her head slightly to the right and grabbed his arm when he missed. She spun him around toward where John was lying in the floor.

Quick rights and lefts sent the muscular male reeling back. "SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!" His nose was broken and his eye and mouth were cut. "SMACK!" One more right cross sent him into John who was struggling to get up. Their bodies slammed into each other and collapsed back to the floor. "Are you two ready to grovel and give up this ridiculous idea you are men?" She asked. "Fuck you Sherry. I'm going to kill you today." John informed. "Yeah Sherry. You're dead meat you little bitch." Ron threw in. They got to their feet and wasn't prepared when Sherry stepped up and simultaneously punched them both in the stomach "THUD!..THUD!" When they bent over from the punch, she grabbed their hair and pulled them down to wrap her arms around their neck in a headlock. She clasped her hands together and pulled their heads up snug to her sides. They were staring at the floor and her heels.

Sherry threw her right leg back and over to smack John in the face with the sole of her foot. "WHAP!" Then the sole of her left foot connected flush to Ron's face. "WHAP!" Alternating legs, she slapped her two older brothers silly while she kept them pinned to her side. "WHAP!..WHAP!..WHAP!..WHAP!..WHAP!..WHAP!" When she released them they slumped to the floor on their faces. They were barely coherent when she reached down and pulled Ron to his knees and punched him with an uppercut to the chin. "CRACK!" The punch knocked him over to the wall. John received the same treatment and was deposited next to Ron. "CRACK!" They were semi conscious when Sherry sat down to brace her back against the wall and pull John over to her legs.

Sherry stretched her right leg out with her heel down and her toes sticking up. She lifted John's head and placed it on her right leg with his face near her toes. Then she crossed her left leg over and locked her feet together. His head was trapped between her ankles in a version of a scissor hold with his mouth and nose firmly pressed against her toes and the soft skin of her upper foot. She positioned Ron where she wanted him at her right side. Then she pulled John's right arm back and trapped it between Ron's body and her legs. After she had John situated so he couldn't move anything but his legs, she wrapped Ron up in a sleeper hold. Sherry applied pressure to the sleeper hold she had on Ron while tightening her legs to force John's mouth and nose against her foot. She smiled while she sat back and patiently waited for them to go to sleep.

Ron frantically tried to pull her arm away but her grip was to secure. His large muscular arms dropped to his sides in about two minutes and he nodded off to sleep. She allowed his body to fall across her legs to keep John's right arm trapped. John wasn't getting enough oxygen to his brain with her bare foot mashed tight against his face. His nose was flattened against her toes and his mouth was completely covered with the soft skin of her foot. His struggles got weaker by the second from lack of oxygen. Sherry sat against the wall and laughed at his feeble effort to get away from her bare foot until he passed out.

She got up and went to check on Sam when they were both unconscious. "How you doing Sammy girl? Is your little butt still sore?" "It feels better since you put the lotion on it Sherry. Thanks again for taking care of me." She answered. "Your welcome Sam. That's what big sisters do. They watch over their younger sisters and tickle them once in a while." She said as she began to tickle her sister. Sam was giggling and flopping around. The two females had a ball while their older brothers took their nap. Ron was the first one to wake up. Sherry strolled over to the husky young man while he was climbing to his feet. "Have you had enough weakling? Or should I continue to prove you're not man enough to stand up to the power of my female fists." Ron didn't say a word. He just started throwing punches like a mad man. Sherry went into defensive mode and easily avoided them all.

When Ron tired she laid into him. "SMACK!" His eye was cut open and began to bleed. "SMACK!..SMACK!" His cheeks started to swell. "SMACK!" Now his lips were busted and swelling. "SMACK!" The other eye began to swell. "THUD!..THUD!" The muscles in his stomach began to break down. "SMACK!" A right hook to his jaw put him in the floor at her feet. He lie there whimpering while Sherry chastised him. "Does that convince you it's useless to challenge me with those pathetic male arms you have? You're simply to much of a wimp." He managed to get to his feet and fired punches right and left. Sherry danced around his useless efforts for a bit, before standing toe to toe with the husky young man to duke it out. She blocked his heavy right and popped him in the mouth again. "SMACK!" Then she blocked his hard left and batted down his free swinging right. "SMACK!..SMACK!" A left and right of her own bruised his chin a little more.

Ron threw another right and left combination that was batted away by the blond haired warrior. "SMACK!" His other eye was cut. "SMACK!" Now his broken nose began to wheeze. "THUD!..THUD!" His stomach muscles began to cave in. "SMACK!" And his mouth was in a great deal of pain. "SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!" Four sharp punches to the middle of his face put him spread eagled on his back in the floor. Ron was crying his eyes out. "I knew those tears were about ready to come sissy boy. The begging won't be far behind." She said with a smile. "K.Kiss.. m.my.. ass.. Sh.Sherry. I.. w.won't.. b.beg.. you.. b.b.bitch." He whined. "Oh you'll beg alright. And you'll plead and cry and take long naps before I'm through with you. Then you'll grovel and beg some more while you kiss my bare feet." She explained. "F.Fuck.. y.you.. Sh.Sherry. I'll.. b.beat.. y.you.. if.. it's.. t.the.. l.last.. th.th.thing.. I.. do.. you.. b.b.bitch." He said while he whimpered. "The last thing you'll do is sleep for quite a while after I take you apart with these." She replied while she showed him her hard fists.

"NOW GET YOUR WORTHLESS ASS UP WEAKLING!" Ron gained his feet but was standing on rubbery legs. Sherry decided to toy with the muscular young man to prove he was helpless against her. It would also mess with his foolish male mind which thought men was the dominate sex. She was going to enjoy breaking him down. Sherry stood in front of him with her hands perched on her shapely hips. Ron delivered three heavy handed punches which she easily batted down. "SLAP!..SLAP!" She slapped one side of his face and then back handed the other. Then placed her hands back on her hips. He tried four ham like punches this time. Sherry blocked them and slapped him again. "SLAP!..SLAP!" It became a routine as he stood in front of her trying to take her head off while she made a complete fool out of him. Block..block. "SLAP!..SLAP!" Hands back on her hips. Block..block.. block..block. "SLAP!..SLAP!" Hands back on her hips. Block..block..block..block.. block..block. "SLAP!..SLAP!" Hands back on her hips.

Ron's arms were getting tired and she could tell his mind was swimming in confusion. The determined look on his face had changed to fear and shame. He looked totally lost while he repeatedly tried to hit her and was made to look like a fool. Tears began to slide down his cheeks. Block..block..block. "SLAP..SLAP!" Hands back on her hips. Block..block. "SLAP!..SLAP!" Hands back on her hips. Ron was getting frustrated by his continuously failed attempts. Fear began to spread across his face while shame and humiliation filled his muscular body. He felt completely helpless against his sixteen year old sister. She was easily proving he wasn't a man at all while she handled him like a small child. He tried to raise his muscular arms again but they wouldn't obey his command. His mighty shoulders slumped down in defeat and his head dropped to his barrel like chest while he cried like a baby. His courage deserted him and his spirit was broken. Ron simply stood there with no will left to fight. His muscular body was shaking with heavy sobs and his swollen lips were trembling. He was a thoroughly beaten man. He sorrowfully waited for Sherry to put him in his place.

Sherry put her fingers under his chin and gently raised his sobbing head. Her beautiful smile was wasted on Ron because he couldn't look her in the face. She slowly raised her right fist and snapped it forward with amazing power. "SMMMACK!" He left his feet and flew back to land hard on the floor sound asleep. Sherry looked over at John and saw he was coming around. "It's about time you got up sleepy head. You've been out for quite a while and missed all of the fun. Did you have a nice relaxing nap?" She asked teasing him. "I'M GOING TO KILL YOU FOR KEEPING ME PINNED DOWN WITH YOUR DISGUSTING BARE FEET YOU BITCH! I CAN STILL SMELL THEM. YOU'RE DEAD YOU FUCKING BLOND BIMBO!" He screamed with rage. "That's the wrong word to use Johnny boy. Now you've made me angry."

"I'm going to beat you until you beg me to let you smell and lick my feet you pathetic weakling. So prepare yourself to be sniffing and lapping like a trained puppy." She threatened. "THAT AINT NEVER GOING TO HAPPEN BITCH!" He screamed. "Remember you said that when your nose and mouth are on my feet with fear in your eyes you little wimp." John charged at her with his thick muscular arms firing massive missiles of destruction. Sherry began to dance on those bare feet that John hated so much. She was smiling while she thought of the humiliation she was going to put her older brother through when she was finished beating him senseless. John threw punch after punch at the young blond gladiator trying to cave her skull in. Twenty, thirty, forty punches were chucked at Sherry with the force of a bulldozer behind them. But they all missed their mark.

When his adrenaline ran out his mighty punches got slower and slower. Sherry decided it was time to take the offensive side for a while. "SMACK!" His nose was broken. "SMACK!" His eye began to swell. "SMACK!..SMACK!" His cheeks were changing colors. "SMACK!" His other eye was cut and swelling. "SMACK!" His mouth exploded with pain and blood. "THUD!..THUD!" His stomach folded itself around her hard female fists. "CRACK!" The uppercut nearly took his head off and dumped him in the floor. Sherry didn't wait for him to get up because she was totally pissed. She dragged him to his feet and slammed him against the wall. "SLAM!" She took a step back and repeatedly landed rights and lefts with amazing power behind them. His head was snapping back and forth like a bobble head doll. "SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!" John was helpless trying to stop the irate male destroyer. "SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!" His face was turning into a severely swollen multi colored mess. But Sherry continued to pound on him with authority. "SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!"

John was asleep on his feet and had been for sometime. His huge muscular arms were hanging lifeless at his sides and his thick bulky legs were buckled and trembling. But Sherry was teaching him a lesson he would never forget. So she showed the poor man no mercy. "SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!" Her punches kept him upright so he couldn't slump to the floor. "SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!" His eyes were black and closing fast. His nose was trying to get air through the busted cartilage but wasn't to sucessful. His mouth was swollen way out of proportion and his purple and yellow cheeks were filling up like a balloon. Sherry finally stopped and stood back. John fell forward like a chopped down tree and hit the floor at her feet. Sherry was still pissed off when she slapped him awake with her foot. "GET YOUR ASS UP PUSSY! I'M NOT THROUGH WITH YOU YET!" John tried to get to his feet, but his legs wouldn't cooperate. He fell back down three times while he sobbed like a broken hearted child. He finally made it on the fourth try, but he was standing on wobbly legs that threatened to fold up any second.

Sherry curled her fingers in his shirt to keep him up. Then she jerked his sagging body to her and held him steady. "SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!" His own mother wasn't going to recognise him when she came home tomorrow. All of his facial features were swollen out of proportion and grotesque looking. His totally rearranged face was a rainbow of colors. Sherry finally let go of his shirt and watched as he crumpled to the floor at her feet. He was sleeping like a baby. Before she walked away she kicked him a few times in the ribs and back. Her anger finally cooled down. She went to see Sam and asked if she would like some lunch. "Sure Sherry. What have we got?" "I don't know sweety. Lets go take a look." They calmly went to the kitchen to eat lunch while their two severely beaten brothers slept in the floor.

They discovered some deli meats in the fridge so Sherry built them a sub sandwich with ham, turkey, and roast beef. Together with some chips and a cherry flavored juice, they had themselves a party. Sherry cleaned up their mess and they went back to the living room. Ron was awake and kneeling on the floor with his head hanging down. His large male body was shaking with great sobs. When he heard the two girls come back into the room he raised his swollen tear stained face. He saw Sherry coming toward him and his multi colored face turned ashen while his black and blue eyes grew as big as saucers. He threw his large hands out in front of him and begged like a dog.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" "No.. m.more.. Sh.Sh.Sherry. Pl.pl.please.(sob) I.. g.give.. up. You.. are.. th.th.the.. b.b.boss.(sob) I'll.. m.mind.. y.you.. fr.fr.from.. n.now.. on.. Sh.Sherry.(sob) Pl.please.. d.don't.. h.h.hit.. m.me.. anym.m.more.(sob) I.. g.give.. up. pl.please."(sob) "You'll obey every order I give you without hesitation little boy?" she asked? "YESSSSSS!" "Anyth.th.thing.. you.. s.say.. Sh.Sherry.(sob) I.. g.give.. up. Y.you.. w.win.. Sh.Sherry. Y.you're.. t.the.. b.b.boss." (sob) "Stay on your hands and knees and follow me to the sofa weakling." "NOW MOVE!" The broken young man obediently crawled after her. Sherry reached the sofa where Samantha was sitting and waited for him to get there. He stopped and knelt at her feet. Great sobs were still wracking his mighty frame and his swollen lips were trembling in fear.

"If you disobey one order I'll beat you until I can't raise my arms any longer sissy boy." "IS THAT CLEAR?" She sternly asked. "YESSSSSSSSSS!" "It's.. cl.clear..S.sherry.(sob) Pl.please.. d.don't.. b.beat.. m.me.. anym.m.more. Pl.please." (sob) "Take off one of Samantha's yellow socks." She ordered. He reached over and gently removed the yellow sock from Sam's foot. "Now lie down on your stomach right along the sofa with your head right below Samantha's feet." He laid down like she commanded. "Put her sock in your mouth as far as you can cram it." He stuffed Sam's sock in his mouth without hesitation. "Give me one of my pink socks lying next to you Sam." Samantha handed her the sock. She knelt down to look Ron in the eyes and handed him the pink sock. "Take my sock and firmly rub it in your face you pathetic loser." He took the pink sock from her with trembling hands and degraded himself by rubbing it in his own face.

"Turn your head away from the sofa so it's facing towards the room." He turned his head. "Sam, scoot out to the edge of the sofa and place your bare foot on the side of his head with your cute little toes near his nose." Sam scooted out and placed her bare foot on the side of his head. She was laughing while she wiggled her toes on his nose. "Sam, you tell me if he quits smelling my sock or tries to take yours out of his mouth." "OK, Sherry. I'll tell you." "Good girl Sammy. You watch him for me." Sherry knelt down again to make sure Ron heard her final instructions. "Sam is going to keep an eye on you little boy. So you had better obey my instructions and stay where you are. Don't take her sock out of your mouth or mine away from your face." "IS THAT UNDERSTOOD WIMP?" He grunted out a yes while the tears streamed down his swollen battered face. "Good boy weakling. Just behave and I won't beat you anymore. Step out of line once and my fists will take you apart. Don't give Sam any trouble either. Or you'll answer to me weakling."

When she was satisfied Ron was going to be docile and obey her, she removed Sam's other yellow sock. She left Sam to watch over Ron and went to wake up John. Sam was having a ball wiggling her toes in Ron's face. She liked it when Sherry let her help. Because her two older brothers had bullied her all of her life. She was glad Sherry was the boss now. Her life was much better since Sherry beat her brothers up. Ron felt humiliated and ashamed to be so submissive. But knew he wasn't man enough to change things. His tears were working overtime but he was to afraid to disobey Sherry. Chewing and smelling socks and having Sam's toes in his mouth was a lot better then eating Sherry's hard female fists.

Sherry straddled John's large frame and pinned his muscular arms to the floor with her knees. She stuffed Sam's yellow sock in his mouth and slapped the man awake. She looked into his nearly closed black and blue eyes and smiled while she raised her fist. Fear covered his mangled face when she began to pulverize his features again. "SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!" John was crying his heart out but the sock muffled the sound. Sherry removed the sock and smiled. "Are you ready to beg me to smell my feet weakling? Or do you want some more of this?" She asked while holding up her fist. "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO" "Pl.please st.stop..(sob) b.beating.. m.me.. S.S.Sherry. You.. w.win. Pl.pl.please.. S.S.Sherry.(sob) Y.you.. w.win. I.. g.give.. up. Pl.please.(sob) You're.. the.. b.b.boss.. S.Sherry. Y.you're.. t.the.. b.boss."(sob)

"Beg me to smell my pretty bare feet John. Or the beating continues." She explained. "OHHHHHH GODDDD NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" He whined. "Yes John. I told you I would beat you until you begged to smell my feet. So get to begging or the beating will resume." Tears from his nearly closed eyes was soaking the carpet below his out of shape swollen face. He felt Sherry move and his eyes shot open. He broke down when he saw her fist about to slam into his battered face. "WAITTTTTTTTT!" "Please.. S.Sherry. Let.. me.. sm.smell.. y.your.. f.f.feet." (sob) He begged. "What was that weakling? I didn't quite hear you?" "L.LET.. ME.. SM.SMELL.. YOUR.. F.FEET.. S.SHERRY! PL.PLEASE.. L.LET.. ME.. SM.SMELL.. YOUR.. F.FEET! I.. B.BEG.. YOU! L.LET.. ME.. SM.SM.SMELL.. Y.YOUR.. F.FEET!" "That's better. I heard you that time. But are you sure that's what you want to do? You said that would never happen sissy boy?" "YESSSSSS!" "YESSSSSSSSS!" "YESSSSSS!" He screamed. "OK wimp. If that's what you want. I guess you can smell my pretty bare feet." "AND YOU BETTER DO A GOOD JOB WEAKLING! OR YOU'LL MAKE ME VERY ANGRY! IS THAT CLEAR?" She asked. "YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!"

Sherry climbed off of him and took her sock out his mouth. "Get on your hands and knees and crawl behind me pansy ass." John crawled after her to the sofa. "How did little Ronnie do Sam? Did he mind while I was gone?" She asked the young girl? "He sure did Sherry. He smelled your sock the whole time and left mine in his mouth. And he didn't try to get away from my foot at all. He just laid there and didn't move. I think he's afraid of you Sherry." She said giggling. Sherry smiled at her. "He had better be afraid of me Sammy girl." John finally made it to the sofa. "Grovel at my bare feet pussy." John dropped to the floor. Sherry sat down on the sofa and issued his orders. "Get to smelling wimp. I want to feel that nose on my feet along with your breath." John began smelling her bare feet with a disgusting look on his face. "STOP LITTLE MAN!" She commanded. He stopped. She reached down and grabbed his hair to pull his head up so she could look him in the eyes. "GET THAT LOOK OFF OF YOUR FACE BOY! I WANT TO SEE LOVE IN THOSE EYES!" "IS THAT CLEAR?" She sternly asked. He shook his battered head yes.

When he resumed she was happy with his look. "Ron, you can take Sam's sock out of your mouth and stop sniffing mine." She told the docile man. "Sam, put your bare feet on the floor like mine." Sam did as she asked. "Oh goody. I like it when they kiss and smell my feet. It feels great. Don't you think so Sherry?" She asked. "I sure do Sammy." she replied as she grinned at the young girl. "Ron, I want you to kiss and smell Sam's bare feet. Do it right or your in deep trouble wimp." "I will Sherry. I know my place now. You won't have any more trouble out of me. You're the boss and I'll totally obey you." He passivily replied. "Good boy Ron. I think you're smartening up." "Yes I am Sherry. You handled me like a small child and I know now I'll never be able to beat you no matter how old or big I get. You're just to tough." "Good boy Ron. I'm proud of you for finally realising you're no match for me and my female muscles. Now all I have to do is break John." "You can do it if anyone can Sherry. You're the best I've ever seen. I better get to little Sam's feet so I can make her happy." He said like he meant it.

He dropped to the floor and began kissing and smelling Sam's bare feet like he belonged there. Sherry looked at him and for once in her life she liked Ron and his attitude. Maybe he was going to turn out alright after all. Sherry noticed Sam was leaning back to enjoy the feeling of Ron's kisses on her bare feet. She smiled and turned her attention back to John. "UP JOHN!" she ordered. He rose to his knees. She grabbed a handful of his hair and moved her feet so he wouldn't kneel on them. She pulled his head close to her and raised her left arm. She did a muscle pose and a hard medium size muscle popped up on her arm. "Do you see this muscle John? It's one of the two that took you apart?" She pulled his battered face down to it. "Kiss my muscle John." She ordered. The beaten young man kissed her hard muscle with his swollen lips. When she was satisfied with the homage he paid to her muscle she switched arms. "This is the other one that took you apart John. Kiss it as well. Because they own you now little boy." He kissed her hard right muscle.

John groveled on her male destroying muscles until she ordered him stop. Sherry took her other pink sock and firmly rubbed in on his face. She smiled at the effort he was putting out to try and not look disgusted. She stopped when she felt he had been humiliated enough. "I'm going to put my pretty bare feet up here on the sofa John. Get your tongue ready little puppy. Because it's lapping time. Lick my feet like you enjoy it or you'll be severely punished." She warned. John was sobbing uncontrollably. He knew there was nothing he could do to stop her from humiliating him like this. She proved she could easily handle him and he couldn't take anymore beatings. Tears were flowing from his black and blue eyes when he placed his tongue on the soft sole of her bare foot. The taste of her sole was sickening. But he knew better then to make a disgusting face while he licked her foot. After a few minutes, Sherry ordered him to lick her other foot with the same enthusiasm. Sherry smiled. A few minutes with that foot and she let him stop. She ordered John and Ron to finish cleaning the room while she and Sam sat on the sofa and watched. Ron jumped right up and dove into the work like a good boy. John didn't show much feeling behind his efforts. Sherry knew John was going to need another lesson soon. And she was ready and willing to give it to him.