Veronica Rockwell was having a very good week. Her Advertising Firm landed a large client, who's income boosted the profit margin of her lucrative business by nearly one quarter. And she had the distinct pleasure of firing two of her employees and ruining their lives. The first, because it was his misfortune to be in the bathroom emptying his bladder at the precise moment she demanded to see him. The second, because he had the audacity to catch the flu and miss a day of work when his services were needed. Unforgivable sins in Veronica's insensitive mind, which warranted their immediate termination. Laziness like that was never tolerated by the domineering female. Her wishes were the only ones that mattered. No excuse was acceptable when you angered the beautiful lady.

So when Veronica left work Friday night, she was in a very good mood during her drive home. Crushing a male under her heel with her enormous power, was undeniably the most enjoyable feeling she had ever experienced. She could care less if their pitiful lives were ruined in the process. In her eyes, it was an eat or be eaten world. And the lovely Veronica considered herself to be at the top of the food chain. She had no problem at all stepping on the little people to get to the top. Now that she was there, she was willing to do what ever it took to remain. Which for her was easy. She had no conscience what so ever. And compassion was an emotion she never felt. It was a weakness people used to prey on their victims and exploit advantages they desired. Veronica flatly refused to be a victim.

Veronica entered the spacious country mansion she purchased a few months ago with a smile on her lovely face. She loved the thirty room house and the one hundred acres of land she owned, because of the privacy it offered. And there was plenty of room to roam the countryside while riding the stable of horses she acquired when she bought the place. Riding was one passion Veronica thoroughly enjoyed. Forcing a fiery steed to obey her wishes was exhilarating. Making the proud stallion follow her commands while she surveyed her domain for an hour or so, always left her relaxed and content. But that was for tomorrow. Tonight, she just wanted to unwind and rest. She reclined in her comfortable easy chair in the large living room, and reached for the little bell to summon her two male servant slaves.

Veronica Rockwell

When her husband Fredrick and her step son Stephen heard the tinkling bell, they scurried to the living room as quickly as possible. Veronica smiled when she saw them hurry to carry out her wishes. She had them trained well. "Fix me a martini Fredrick. And be quick about it." She ordered her submissive husband. "Yes dear." He replied trembling. "Stephen, slip my heels off and massage my tired feet." She commanded her docile step son. He rushed over and removed the six inch black heels while he knelt down in front of her. Then he expertly used his hands to work his magic on her tired feet. Veronica sighed as she laid back and closed her beautiful grey eyes. Being in complete control certainly had it's advantages. Giving these two weaklings a severe beating and bending their wills to mine, was the best idea I ever had. She said to herself as Fredrick handed her the martini.

Unknown to Veronica, Stephen was plotting revenge against his domineering step mother. For nearly four months, he had followed her orders like a docile little lamb. Only because he was waiting for his muscular body to heal from the brutal beating she gave him when he came home from College during spring break. Each night before going to bed, he put his body through a vigorous regimen of push ups, sit ups, and stomach crunches. His muscular body was as fit as it had ever been in his life. He felt he was ready to end her reign of terror and finally escape her over bearing clutches. The thought of dragging Veronica off of her self appointed pedestal and giving her a well deserved beating, excited him like nothing else. Once he and his father was free and she was sent packing, they could return to a normal way of life.

The next morning while Veronica was out riding, Stephen discussed the plan with his father. "We have to do something dad. We can't keep living like this. Constantly obeying her commands, while praying she doesn't snap over some trivial mistake and beat the hell out of us. We have to take matters in our own hands and free ourselves. No one else can do it for us. Are you with me dad?" Stephen asked his father. "I feel the same way you do Stephen. Ive been subjugated by her much longer then you have. But Veronica's the most cruel and vicious person I know. If our plan fails for any reason, it frightens me to think of the terrible punishment we would be forced to suffer. We are both twice her size, but her exceptional fighting skills more then make up for the weight advantage we have on her. I'm just not convinced it's a good idea to challenge her authority." Fredrick answered.

"I understand your concerns dad. But I can't live like this any longer. And it kills me to see you reduced to being a cook and servant because of her ridiculous whim. You were once a respected Lawyer, who was proud of his profession and the accomplishments he achieved. Now you wear pink frilly aprons and are afraid of your own shadow. We have to break her hold on us and become free men again. Or we are doomed to live this life of servitude forever." Stephen said pleading his case. "You're right son. You're going to make a fine Lawyer someday. That was an excellent summation speech, and a very convincing argument. I'm with you one hundred percent. I pray this plan of yours works to perfection. Because if we fail, we are going to be in a world of trouble. Inflicting pain on someone is one thing Veronica does extremely well. In fact, she's an expert." He worriedly told Stephen.

Veronica finished wiping down the proud palomino stallion and returned him to his stall with a bucket of oats. Her morning ride was a delightful experience which left her feeling pumped and invigorated. She strolled towards the house to take a nice hot bath and have a light breakfast. Fredrick better have those fat free blueberry muffins baked, or I'll turn his bare ass raw. She said to herself. And if that pussy son of his hasn't cleaned the house to my satisfaction, he's in for a good beating himself. She made her way up the large concrete path with an Arie of confidence. Her demeanor was that of a supreme Mistress who ruled over all she owned with an iron fist. Including the two pathetic males who resided under her roof and followed her orders to the letter. She would have it no other way. Veronica Rockwell was born to conquer and rule.

Veronica entered the house and slammed the door behind her. "FREDRICK! Did you bake the blueberry muffins like I ordered?" Fredrick scurried to the entrance way to answer her question. "Yes dear. They're cooling on the rack right now." He replied in a trembling voice. "Very good. After I've taken a hot bath, bring me a muffin and a cappuccino to my study. But first, my boots have quite a bit of dust on them from the stables. Get on your knees and clean them for me." She commanded. Fredrick instantly dropped to his knees, and bent down to lick the grimy dust from her boots. "STEPHEN! I will be giving this house a complete inspection shortly. If I deem your cleaning efforts do not meet my standards, you will be severely punished. Is that understood?" She asked her docile step son. "Yes Mistress. I understand perfectly." He answered with his head down.

When Veronica turned her attention back to her kneeling husband, Stephen decided it was the perfect opportunity to strike. She wouldn't be expecting an attack, because of the way he meekly answered her question like a brow beaten little pussy. And with her back turned to him, it would come as a complete surprise. Once he had her wrapped up in his strong arms, his father would have an open and defenseless target to destroy with his hard male fists. It was a fool proof plan that was bound to be successful. The time had finally come for the two subjugated men to rid themselves of the domineering bitch who ruled their miserable lives. With a large smile on his handsome face, Stephen slipped behind his hated step mother and threw his muscular arms around her chest. Her arms were trapped at her sides, and he had a tight grip that he was positive would be unbreakable.

But there was a major flaw in his brilliant plan. His sudden attack surprised his father as well, so he wasn't prepared when Stephen screamed at him to act. "I'VE GOT HER DAD! BEAT THE FUCK OUT OF THE BITCH!" Fredrick was startled by his outburst and at a loss for words. "HUH?" He replied in total confusion. Before Stephen could snap his father's bewildered mind into thinking straight, Veronica reacted instinctively to the threat. She threw her head back as hard as she could into Stephen's face. "BAM!" While kicking upward with her leather booted foot, to catch the surprised Fredrick on the chin. "WHAP!" Stephen released his grip and screamed in pain as he grabbed his broken nose. "AARRGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Fredrick flopped to the floor on his back, with his jaw throbbing like a tooth ache.

With Fredrick already down and indisposed, she turned towards Stephen with an angry scowl on her beautiful face. "Big mistake Stephen. You know better then that." She scolded as she advanced towards him. When Stephen saw her coming, he launched an attack in the hopes of striking the first blow. But one powerful swing that the elusive female dodged, was all he was able to deliver before Veronica took over. "WHOP!" Her right booted foot landed squarely on his balls and halted his furious attack. Then her hard right fist exploded on his chin with a dynamite uppercut that snapped his head back. "CRACK!" Stephen crumbled to the floor like a house of cards falling apart.

When Fredrick saw his son go down, he was scared to death for his safety. The angry look on Veronica's face, told him Stephen was in for a terrible beating. He quickly crawled over to his wife and wrapped his arms around her leather clad left leg. "Please don't hurt him Veronica. I beg of you." Veronica snatched a hand full of his hair and pulled his head back so she could look into his fear filled eyes. "I can not allow either of you to challenge my authority without being severely punished for your ridiculous actions. You both know, that any aggressive behavior on your part will be met by brute force. So pleading for mercy will do you absolutely no good." She replied as she slammed her knee into his unprotected face and thoroughly shattered his nose. "WHAM!" Fredrick flopped to the floor sobbing and moaning.

Veronica turned her attention back to Stephen. "Get on your feet you stubborn little bastard. I'm going to teach you to obey me without question or rebellion, if I have to beat you half to death." Stephen groggily climbed to his feet and faced his hated step mother with rage covering his handsome face. "FUCK YOU BITCH! WE'RE TAKING BACK CONTROL OF OUR LIVES!" He loudly stated as he attacked. Huge male fists, with bone breaking power packed in every swing, was aimed at her smiling face. Veronica avoided his furious attack like she was playing with him. Her feminine body gracefully danced around his pitiful attempt to destroy her with ease. But it didn't discourage the bitter male from his mission. He stepped up his efforts to defeat the domineering female to free himself and his father.

When Veronica tired of toying with him, she blocked his next hard right and slammed the heel of her palm into his chin. "WHAM!" Caught totally by surprise, Stephen was left vulnerable for the solid punches that followed. "SMACK!" Her left hook sent searing pain shooting through his right eye. "SMACK!" The right cross landed flush on his left cheek bone. "SMACK!" Then her straight left busted up his mouth. "You get easier to hit each time pansy ass." "SMACK!" The right hook filled his left eye with excruciating pain. "THUD!..THUD!..THUD!..THUD!..CRACK!" Four solid shots softened his rippled abs, before her devastating uppercut snapped his head back. Stephen stumbled back in a daze, feeling like he had been hit by a car. The next thing he felt, was her booted foot slamming into his temple. "WHAM!" Stephen landed spread eagled on the floor in a delirious state of mind.

Veronica grabbed Fredrick and roughly jerked him to his feet. "You really are a moron Fredrick. How many times do I have to kick your ass, before you realise you don't have the strength or the balls to stand up to me. I'm to much woman for you and that idiot son of yours to handle." She quickly spun Fredrick around and tightly held him by the shoulders. Then she used her leather booted foot, to repeatedly kick him in the balls. "WHOP!..WHOP!..WHOP!..WHOP!..WHOP!..WHOP!" The poor man was screaming his head off, while she nearly destroyed his nut sacs. "AAIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" When she finally released him, he slumped to the floor like a dead man. "That should remind you who is in charge around here." She told the sobbing male at her feet. She left Fredrick lying there crying like a baby, and went for her step son.

Stephen was deliriously out of it and still lying in a spread eagled position. Veronica stepped between his legs and smiled. "It's your turn you pathetic little bitch." "STOMP!" The sole of her boot crushed his balls and limp dick. Stephen screamed like a banshee and rolled into a fetal ball. "AAIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" Veronica took the opportunity to kick his defenseless body all over. "STOMP!..STOMP!..STOMP!..STOMP!..BAM!" His back, ribs and thigh took a beating, before she slammed his head into the floor with a vicious kick. He was close to unconsciousness when she dragged him to his feet. "I own your worthless ass you little pussy. You better remember that before I ruin your health completely." She scolded the sagging male.

"SMACK!" Blood flew from his busted mouth. "SMACK!" Stephen winced from the awful pain filling his left eye. "SMACK!" That one swelled up his cheek like a blow fish. "SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!" Now his other eye was throbbing in pain, his right cheek began to swell, and his jaw felt broken. "You really have no other choice but to obey me wimp. You're to puny and weak to stop me." "THUD!..THUD!..THUD!..THUD!..THUD!" His six pack abs were turned to mush by her pile driving fists. "CRRACKK!" The wrecking ball uppercut planted him in the floor on his back. Just as Veronica was about to pick him up and resume his beating, she felt Fredrick clawing at her booted feet.

When she looked down, Fredrick had his arms wrapped around her lower calf, and his slobbering lips on her left boot. "Please Veronica." (kiss) "Don't hurt him anymore." (kiss) "I'm begging you." (kiss) "He's young and hard headed." (kiss) "But he'll come around." (kiss) "Just give him a chance." (kiss) "Please have mercy on him." (kiss) The sobbing man pleaded. "I know he'll come around Fredrick. Because I plan to beat him senseless until he complies with my wishes. Just like I did with you. Now get the hell away from my foot and stop pleading with me to save his useless ass. It won't do you any good." She said as she kicked him off of her. "WHAM!" Fredrick fell back, while frustrating sobs escaped his wide open mouth.

Veronica hauled Stephen up to his knees, and slightly tilted his upper body back. Then she straddled him, and firmly clamped her leather clad legs against his sides to hold him there. His muscular arms hung useless at his sides, and his head was rolling around on his wide shoulders like a rag doll. Stephen was unable to offer any resistance against his tyrant step mother and her venomous anger. "I'm the boss in this house you pathetic sissy. My authority is never to be questioned. This little sneak attack stunt of yours, did nothing but earn you a severe reprimand. I will not tolerate disobedient behavior. Get that through your thick head, before I put you in the hospital. My word is law. You will obey the law or be punished. It's that simple." She sternly said as she raised her fists and repeatedly struck his unprotected face.

"SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!" Hard punches with amazing power behind them, totally rearranged the poor young mans face in minutes. He slept through most of the terrible beating Veronica gave him. But he was going to feel it's effects for a very long time. By the time her raging anger had been satisfied, his grotesque looking face was completely unrecognisable. When Veronica stepped over his sleeping body, he slowly flopped down on his mangled face. "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Fredrick screamed, as he crawled over and fell across his sons battered body while crying his eyes out. Veronica stood over the two beaten men, with her doubled up fists resting on her shapely leather clad hips. Her beautiful face was glowing like a bright star. She immensely enjoyed the brutal beating she had given Stephen. So much so, that she could feel the dampness in her crotch. It was erotically exciting to beat a muscular male to a pulp. She would never get enough of that wonderful feeling.

She grabbed her sobbing husband and yanked him to his feet. "I don't believe you had anything to do with his ridiculous plan to try and take over. And if you tried to talk him out of it, you were highly unsuccessful in your attempt. So I'm afraid you have to be punished as well, for being so incompetent." She explained to her frightened husband. Fredrick just stood there with his muscular arms dangling at his sides. He knew it was useless to try and resist. Veronica had proved to him on many occasions, that he was no match for her excellent fighting skills. The only thing he could do, was pray his beautiful wife's anger would be sated before she permanently injured him. He tightly closed his eyes, and fearfully waited for the first blow to strike his trembling body.

"WHAM!" Veronica decided to work him over with her feet. The hard sole of her boot slammed into his chest and sent him reeling back. Just as he regained his footing, his face was met by a powerful front kick that dropped him to the floor. "WHAP!" "Get your ass back up here weakling. We're just getting started." He knew pleading would get him no where, so he obediently climbed to his feet. "WHAM!..WHAM!..WHAM!" Three hard kicks connected with his chest and stomach. Fredrick stumbled back until the wall stopped his momentum. He helplessly stood there, waiting for the pain he knew was coming. Veronica didn't disappoint him. She raised her right leg, and slapped the poor man silly with the sole and toe of her leather boot.

"WHAP!..WHAP!..WHAP!..WHAP!..WHAP!..WHAP!" Fredrick's head was flopping from side to side like it didn't belong to him. Blood flew in both directions, each time her booted foot plowed into his rapidly swelling face. "WHAP!..WHAP!..WHAP!..WHAP!..SLAM!..BAM!" She finished by jamming her foot against his swollen face and driving his head into the wall. He would have slumped to the floor, if not for the fact her strong leg was keeping him up on his feet. "I am very disappointed in you Fredrick. If you don't control that pussy son of yours, I'm going to beat him to death. Then I'm going to give you a senseless beating for failing to corral him. So if you two weaklings want to remain breathing and healthy, I suggest you use some parental guidance and put a stop to his disobedient behavior. This is your final warning."

Veronica removed her foot from his face and grabbed him before he could collapse. Then she spun him around and drove him back towards Stephen with her lethal kicking feet. "WHAM!..WHAM!..WHAM!..WHAM!..WHAM!" Her powerful leg slammed into his chest and face with the strength of a sledge hammer. Fredrick was helpless against her forceful attack while she kicked the man all over the room. "WHHAPP!" The final devastating arc kick, caught Fredrick on the temple and turned him completely around. "WHAM!" Then the snapping front kick to his back, deposited him in the floor next to the unconscious Stephen. Veronica squatted down between the two sleeping males and slapped them awake. Then she pulled them up to their knees by their hair, and slightly stepped in front of them.

When she was in position, she pulled their battered faces up against her ass. "Kiss my ass you pathetic little wimps, or I'll stomp you until your nothing but a stain on the floor." She sternly ordered. With the defiance thoroughly beaten out of them, Stephen and Fredrick complied with her demands. They each pressed their swollen lips on her cheeks and firmly kissed her ass. Humiliation quickly filled there muscular male bodies, because of the degrading act she was forcing them to commit. But they had no will or strength left to try and resist. Veronica held their battered faces against her ass, until she was satisfied they no longer posed a threat. She finally released the two defeated males and turned to face them with her hands on her shapely hips.

"How many times do I have to prove to you idiots, that my fighting skills are far superior to your own. I'll always be able to handle you two pussy's like you're children. So take my advice and smarten up, before I begin breaking your bones to prove my point." She scolded. Veronica spread her hands over their faces in a claw hold and applied pressure. Their feeble struggles to break free made her laugh. Just before they passed out, she kicked each one in the balls as hard as she could. "WHOP!..WHOP!" Their screams of agony were silenced by her strong hands. A few seconds later, their muscular arms slipped to their sides and remained there. Both were peacefully sleeping in her grip. Veronica turned them loose, and smiled as she watched them drop to the floor on their swollen faces. "PLOP!..PLOP!"

"I'm going to take a nice long bubble bath and relax. When I'm through, I expect my muffin and cappuccino to be sitting on my desk in the study. Don't disappoint me if you know what's good for you Fredrick." She told her sleeping husband. "And this house better be immaculately clean when I inspect it little man. Or you and I will have ourselves another discussion. Trust me sissy, you will painfully feel my side of the conversation if I'm unhappy with your work." She said as she nudged the unconscious Stephen with her foot. Veronica strolled towards the bathroom with a smile on her lovely face. Once again she had shown the males in the family, that she was the ruler the house.