Donna was sitting in her bedroom totally depressed and unhappy. This weekend her mother packed her bags and moved out. She couldn't stand to put up with her husbands rules and attitude any longer. For nineteen years she stuck it out because she loved Frank and their beautiful sixteen year old daughter Donna. But she finally decided she couldn't take it anymore and gave up. The man was impossible to live with. Frank Bowman was a tyrant that wouldn't listen to reason. Any advice she tried to offer was completely ignored. His way was the only way. "PERIOD!" And she was expected to do things his way without question. In his eyes, a mans home was his castle and he was King. It was the natural order of things and the way it was meant to be. He ordered, she obeyed. No exceptions. So Lilly Bowman did the only thing she could do. She left Frank and moved into an apartment. She was a very intelligent and capable woman so she knew she could find a job to support herself. The idea of leaving Donna behind bothered her a great deal but until she was settled and on her feet she didn't want to uproot Donna and take her away from the life she was comfortable with. Even though Donna and her father barely knew one another. Frank's idea of raising a female child was to leave it in the hands of her mother. So he very seldom talked to the girl unless there was something he wanted her to do. Like taking the self defense classes he felt she needed. He never asked if she would like to take them he simply ordered her to. That was Frank's way.

He was raised by his father to take charge and rule with an iron hand. His mother was treated more like a servant in the home instead of a wife. She was allowed to raise Frank's sister because his father wanted no part in the matter. But both females were expected to abide by his decisions. So Frank's tyrannical behavior was learned at his father's side and his attitude towards his daughter was a mirror image of his father as well. He was taught at an early age that females were inferior to males and needed their guidance. They were incapable of making intelligent decisions on their own. For nineteen years Lilly tried to undo the damage his father had done and make a better man out of Frank. But in the end she concluded it was useless to try. Donna dragged herself out of bed and dressed for school. She really didn't feel like going but decided it would be better then sitting in her room brooding all day. Maybe seeing her friends would cheer her up and help her get rid of the nauseating feeling in the pit of her stomach. Without her mother around to talk to she needed her friends more then ever. So Donna left the house and made her way to school. She sat through her morning classes like a zombie. Her mind was fixed on her mother deserting her because of her father's egotistical behavior. So her attention to any lesson the teachers were trying to drill into the heads of the students that morning was completely lost. She was simply to depressed and despondent to listen.

During lunch period she and her friends congregated behind the bleachers near the football field. It was the most private place they could find to be by themselves. Jamie, Barbie and Rita did their best to console their friend in her hour of need. They listened to her sad story while trying to assure her everything would work out. It broke their hearts to see Donna in this unhappy condition. After watching Donna beat her boyfriend David into total submission they saw her as a tower of strength. They looked up to her like she was a Goddess who's power was totally unbeatable. But her mother moving out seemed to sap her strength and destroy her confidence. They were lost for a way to bring her out of her depression. Fortunately for them the answer to their dilemma was about to walk around the corner of the bleachers. John Dixon was the Assistant Principal and the man in charge of keeping the students in line. His position as Assistant Principal was very important to him. But he loved the job of student disciplinarian even more. Dixon was ex military and was used to having his orders obeyed. He saw the high school students as green soldiers in need of harsh training to make decent men and women out of them. And he was the perfect man for the job. He was tough as nails and loved to exert his authority on the young men and women. They needed strict discipline to insure they would be ready to face the problems they would encounter when they graduated and ventured out into the world. And John Dixon was going to make sure they received that discipline. It was his solemn duty.

Donna had just lit a cigarette when Dixon walked out from behind the bleachers. "SMOKING IS PROHIBITED ON SCHOOL GROUNDS YOUNG LADY!" "Now put that cigarette out and come with me. I'm taking you to see the Principal. You've just earned yourself detention for breaking school policy." He grabbed her by the wrist and began dragging her away. Donna was completely consumed by the anger she felt towards her father for forcing her mother to move out. When Dixon grabbed her wrist that anger exploded. Without giving it a second thought her solid right fist plowed into his unsuspecting face like a wrecking ball demolishing a condemned building. "SMMMACK!" Dixon released her as he flopped to the ground on his back. When he got over the initial shock and realised what had happened rage filled his red face. He leaped to his feet and wiped the blood from his fat lip. "You just made the biggest mistake of your life young lady. Striking your superior is a very serious offense. The punishment you will receive for your unjustified attack will be dished out accordingly. And you can rest assured I will see that you get the maximum penalty available for your actions." Dixon reached out to spin her around and wrap her up in a bear hug. Assuming the punch was an involuntary reaction on her part he didn't deem himself to be in any danger. After all she was a sixteen year old high school girl. What would she know about physical combat. He was about to find out just how wrong he was. Because Donna was not in the mood for his foolishness. She needed to vent her anger on someone.

Donna stepped to her right to elude his grasp. Then her hard hitting female fists went into action. The adrenaline flowing through her veins was like a powerful drug. "SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!" Dixon was taken completely by surprise. He was back pedalling out of control and momentarily defenseless against her relentless attack. "THUD!..THUD!..SMACK!" He lost his footing and was dumped hard on the ground again. "GET UP ASSHOLE! NO ONE LAYS A HAND ON ME WITHOUT MY PERMISSION! NOW GET ON YOUR FEET SO I CAN TEACH YOU A LESSON!" The irate Donna screamed at the man lying at her feet. Dixon had had enough. If she wanted a fight she picked the wrong person to swing at. With his military training he was more then capable of handling a sixteen year old girl. And this one really needed to be taught some respect. He quickly climbed to his feet and took a fighting stance. "If you want your ass whipped so bad then I'm more then willing to oblige you young lady. You'll soon find out you made a big mistake by challenging my authority. You don't know who you're dealing with but I'm about to show you." He went in firing. Rights and lefts with the power to take her head off came flying at Donna. But to his dismay, none of them found their mark. The little bitch was extremely agile and adept at slipping punches. And the fucking grin pasted on her face was really grating on his nerves. It was like she was making fun of his inability to land his devastating punches. Which made him even more determined to knock her ass on the ground and prove her wrong. He sped up his attack.

Donna was really enjoying herself. Taking apart another idiot male was exactly what she needed to take her mind off of her troubles. And Dixon was the perfect asshole to help release her anger. No one at school liked the son of a bitch anyway. He was always walking around like he was King of his subjects. Acting like he was better then everyone around him. So putting him in his place and proving he was nothing but a wimp was exactly what the Doctor ordered. Dixon kept after her. One solid punch was all he needed to end this ridiculous battle. If the little bitch wanted to pretend she was a man and fight like one then he was willing to show her the error of her ways. He was used to taming wild males that thought they were hot shit with their fists. So taking down a cocky female was going to be easy. At least that's what he thought. But that's not the way it was working out. The little bitch was as slippery as an eel and her punches landed with as much force as any man he had ever fought. It just wasn't possible. "SMACK!..THUD!..THUD!..SMACK!" Donna was slowly breaking him down. Dixon became a puppet whose strings were controlled by her. The man was completely overwhelmed by her accurate punching and boundless energy. "SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!" His arms were soon dangling useless at his sides while Donna beat his unprotected face and body to a pulp. Her friends were screaming and cheering so loud they attracted a large group of students. Unfortunately, they also attracted school security.

Donna held the defenseless male steady while she drew back her right fist to deliver the knock out punch. All the students were laughing as they chanted for her to finish him. Dixon was hated by everyone of them. "KNOCK HIM OUT!" "KNOCK HIM OUT!" KNOCK HIM OUT!" "SMMMACK!" Her right fist connected on his jaw with considerable power. Dixon dropped to his knees before slumping to the ground on his face. He lie at her feet out cold while his blood stained the grass under his battered face. Just as he landed school security broke through the crowded students and grabbed Donna. Two of them dragged Donna off while two others carried the badly beaten Dixon. The students began chanting her name. Donna was a heroine to them all. "DONNA!" "DONNA!" "DONNA!" "DONNA!" Dixon was taken to the hospital while Donna was confined to a room near the Principal's office. Her father was called and asked to come to the school immediately. Due to the severity of the senseless beating she gave Dixon Donna was expelled. The Principal told her father she needed therapeutic help as quickly as possible. Her blatant disregard for authority and uncaring attitude for the crime she committed was an act of a mentally deranged person. He was also advised to obtain a Lawyer in case John Dixon decided to press charges. By the time Frank and his daughter left the school he was beyond angry. Neither one spoke a word during the ride home. When they arrived Donna went to her room while Frank went to his den for a drink. He needed something to calm himself down before he and his daughter had a long talk.

Donna slipped off her loafers and paced the room like a jungle cat on the prowl. She still felt the exhilaration and excitement of the terrible beating she put on John Dixon. She got more enjoyment out of doing that then all the beatings she had given her boyfriend David put together. Dixon had been a thorn in her side for quite a while. Everyone hated the man with a passion. She only had to put up with him for an hour a day when he was the algebra teacher. But when he was promoted to Assistant Principal and given the job of disciplinarian, things at school went from bad to worse. She smiled when the thought crossed her mind that he wouldn't be bothering anyone for a very long time. Not after the beating she gave him. A few minutes later her father walked through her door. It angered Donna that he didn't knock before entering her room. He never did. He always strolled freely through the house without any regard for any one's privacy. Yet he expected Donna and her mother to be respectful and courteous towards him. All of a sudden she could clearly see why her mother had to leave. The man was nothing but an asshole with delusions of grandeur. He believed everyone was below his stature and he treated them as such. No one should be expected to live under those conditions. In her eyes, her mother was a Saint for lasting as long as she did. The anger she felt towards her mother for abandoning her to make a life of her own, was now totally focused on her good for nothing father.

Frank Bowman sat the ashtray he was carrying down on her bedside table and flicked his ashes in it. Then he turned to his daughter with a look of disgust on his face. "Sit down Donna. I have something to say and I want your undivided attention." Donna plopped down on her bed and waited for the long winded speech she knew was coming. Frank cleared his throat and began his lecture. "I don't understand you Donna. I made you take self defense classes so you would be able to protect yourself from harm. Not so you could become a bully and disgrace this family by beating up the Assistant Principal or anyone else. What you did today is completely inexcusable. Now you're expelled from school and may go to jail if Dixon elects to press charges. Not to mention the fact that we may be sued because of your callous actions." Frank paused to ground his cigarette out before continuing on. "I will not tolerate such irrational behavior from you in the future. Your Principal thinks you need therapy because you showed no remorse for the unthinkable act you performed today. And frankly I'm inclined to agree with him. But the only purpose that would serve would be to drag this family's name deeper through the mud. So I've decided to handle this matter on my own. You are confined to your room indefinitely. Since you are expelled from school there's no reason for you to leave this house. Your friends are no longer welcome and I'm revoking your phone privileges until I see fit to restore them. You may eat breakfast every morning and dinner in the evening. The remainder of the day you will be confined to your room while I am at work. I'm going to purchase a pad lock this evening and bolt it to the outside of your door. That way I'll be certain you remain there until I return home."

While her father was issuing the orders he expected her to follow, her anger was growing tremendously. The self centered son of a bitch was more worried about his family's honor then he was about her and her feelings. Donna needed something to calm her down before she exploded. While he stood there spouting rules and regulations, Donna opened her bedside table drawer and removed her cigarettes and lighter. Frank was looking out her window while he was talking and didn't notice what she was doing. He heard the distinctive flick of a lighter and spun around in surprise. Donna stared him right in the eyes while drawing smoke into her lungs. Frank went off the deep end and began shouting at her. "WHAT IN THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING? PUT THAT CIGARETTE OUT THIS INSTANT! I DON'T REMEMBER GIVING YOU PERMISSION TO SMOKE!" His last statement cut through her like a knife. The absurd idea she needed to obtain his permission to smoke when he himself was a smoker was totally ridiculous. He was violating her right as a human being to choose for herself. All the bull shit she and her mother had endured over the years came to a head. Donna was suddenly sick and tired of hearing his mouth. His chauvinistic attitude toward females made her want to scream. The bastard was treading on her last nerve. And Donna wasn't going to put up with it anymore. It was time she set this condescending asshole straight.

Donna calmly put the cigarette in the ashtray and slowly removed her white cotton socks. Then she stood and faced her irate father. Frank was thoroughly confused by her reaction to his orders. Instead of obeying what she was told to do, she seemed to be completely ignoring him. Her disobedience was so out of character for his daughter that Frank was left speechless. He was about to painfully find out the self defense classes he forced her to take was going to be his undoing. Donna began poking him in the chest with her finger and backing him up while she berated him for his foolish ideas. "Listen you pompous wind bag. I'm tired of hearing how I need your God damn permission to do anything around here. You've over stepped your boundaries and I've had enough of your bull shit. So I'm putting my foot down old man. Now shut your fucking mouth before I give you the beating you so richly deserve for being the asshole you are." Frank was totally shocked out of his mind and at a loss for words. Donna took his silence as obedience to her commands, so she stopped poking him in the chest. "That's much better. Now we need to get a few things straight old man. So sit your ass down and listen for a change." Frank came out of his shocked stupor and made the mistake of slapping her across the face. "SLAP!" "That will be enough out of you young lady. Using language like that is unacceptable in my hous".. That's as far as he got with his little reprimanding speech. It was cut short by a solid right that landed flush on his mouth. "SMACK!" Frank was caught completely off guard. He staggered back about six feet before he gained control of his legs.

He wiped the blood from his busted lip and stared at Donna in disbelief. "HAVE YOU COMPLETELY LOST YOUR MIND?" He screamed. "I told you to shut your fucking mouth before I put my fist down your throat. You should have heeded my warning old man. Now I'm going to teach you to mind me when I give you an order. It's going to be a very painful lesson for you to learn. But I guarantee you'll be obedient and docile by the time I'm through with you." Donna informed him with a confident smile on her beautiful face. This must be a nightmare. Frank thought to himself. She can't seriously believe she can beat me up. She's nothing but a sixteen year old FEMALE. Maybe her Principal was right about her needing therapy. Because she was acting completely insane. Frank readied his 5 foot 11 inch 193 pound muscular body for battle as Donna approached. The menacing look on his daughter's angry face told him she meant business. And her cold brown eyes seemed to be filled with hatred and contempt. She resembled a wild animal ready to pounce on it's prey. But all the fierce looks and hateful stares didn't frighten Frank one bit. She was a female. Therefore he had nothing to worry about. Females were inferior to males in every way. They weren't strong enough or intelligent enough to challenge a male and come out victorious. Frank was absolutely convinced of that fact. His father had drilled it in his head since he was old enough to walk. And his father was never wrong.

Donna was more excited then she had been in a long time. Out of all the males in the world that deserved a severe beating for their despicable behavior, this fucking asshole was at the top of the list. Her 5 foot 6 inch 128 pound female body was tingling from head to toe. She was going to thoroughly enjoy taking her father apart and putting him in his place. She mentally chided herself for not doing it sooner. Then her mother would still be at home where she belonged. But that situation was easily rectified. Because Donna was taking over the authority in this house. Her asshole father had given his last order. When she was through beating him senseless, Frank would be following orders. Fear of receiving bodily harm was an excellent motivator. And Frank was going to be very afraid of his daughter's hard hitting fists. Convinced he was in no real danger, Frank threw a half hearted punch at his daughter's scowling face. Before he realised what had happened, his punch was swatted aside like a pesky insect. Then his mid section was painfully bombarded by Donna's hard hitting fists. "THUD!..THUD!..THUD!..THUD!..THUD!" Frank doubled over in agony, leaving his chin exposed for the battering ram uppercut that followed. "CRRRACK!" His bottom jaw snapped shut so hard he felt his teeth crack. But he didn't have time to think about it. Because his feet left the floor and his body went flying through the air like he had been shot out of a cannon. "SLAM!" His back hit the floor hard about three feet from where he had been standing.

Frank lie there staring at the little pin point lights in front of his eyes and the stars floating over his head. A thought crossed his mind that he could really enjoy the fire work show if his jaw didn't hurt so damn much. Suddenly something grabbed his tie and nearly choked him to death while it dragged him to his feet. But before he could ascertain what was happening to him, he was in a world of hurt. "SMACK!" Great pain erupted just below his eye and he found himself back on the floor staring at the carpet. He noticed it smelled fresh and deodorized. So Donna must be keeping her room nice and clean like he ordered her to. But why was he flat on the floor checking the carpet to see if she was obeying him? It didn't make sense. And why did his face hurt so bad? Then he heard someone shouting at him from a great distance. It sounded like his daughter Donna. She knew better then to raise her voice in his house. That girl was in for a serious reprimand if she didn't considerably lower her tone. Females should always be kept on a short leash. They will constantly cause you grief if you don't keep them under close supervision. His father had been right about that. His train of thought was interrupted by strong hands jerking him up by his shoulders. "I TOLD YOU TO GET UP YOU WORTHLESS PIECE OF SHIT! YOU BETTER START MINDING ME OLD MAN! BECAUSE I WON'T TELL YOU TWICE AGAIN!" "SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!" Frank stumbled back and collapsed to the floor once more.

Donna smiled as she stood over him and admired her handy work. His mouth and both eyes were beginning to puff up from her solid blows. And she was pretty sure his nose was broken too. Frank Bowman never looked better. "I like the new look I'm giving you old man. It makes you look more distinguished. But there are several places remaining that need my immediate attention. So get on your feet asshole. And do it quickly before you really piss me off." Frank's memory returned at the exact same moment his vision cleared. Donna was standing over him smiling because she had knocked him down. His teenage daughter was challenging his authority. A stupid, useless female had dared to raise her hand to him. Her aggressive behavior could not go unpunished. So he felt his retaliation for her stupidity was justified. She needed to be painfully reminded where she belonged. Frank climbed to his feet and faced his daughter with fearless determination. "I don't know what's come over you Donna. Or where you got the ridiculous idea you could strike me without paying severe consequences for your actions. But it doesn't matter. I'm putting an end to it right now once and for all." Frank waded in swinging. It shouldn't take him long to put a stop to this utter nonsense. He thought to himself. She's only a weak female for Christ sakes. In a few minutes this whole matter would be cleared up and things would be back to normal. It would only take one or two good whacks to straighten out his insane daughter. Once he proved to her she was in way over her head, she would come to her senses.

Frank's big mistake was not realising he was dealing with a dangerous predator instead of weak and defenseless prey. The lessons he learned from his father prohibited him from thinking of Donna in those terms. She was a frail and fragile female. Completely harmless and not the least bit dangerous. He soon found out he was mistaken. Painfully mistaken. Donna danced around his flailing attempts to harm her with ease. She learned her self defense lessons well. When Frank faltered, she opened up her arsenal and totally befuddled her unsuspecting father with her extreme accuracy. "SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!" He had absolutely no chance of avoiding her devastating punches. "SMACK!..THUD!..THUD!..THUD!..THUD!..SMACK!" "SMACK!" His legs buckled and dumped him on his face at her feet. Frank struggled to raise himself to his hands and knees. "WHAP!" Then her bare foot exploded in his face and deposited him back in the floor. He lie there dizzy and defenseless. Donna grabbed his right arm and snapped it behind his back in a painful hammerlock. "AARRGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Frank screamed from the awful pain. Keeping a tight grip on his arm, she snatched the back of his collar with her left hand and hauled him to his feet. Then she turned him towards the wall and smashed him face first into it as hard as she could. "SLAM!" Frank whimpered like a small boy. Donna released his arm and pounded his back and kidneys with both fists. Frank was helpless to stop her. "THUD!..THUD!..THUD!..THUD!..THUD!..THUD!"

"AARRGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH!" He screamed and arched his back to ease the excruciating pain. With his head tilted back, Donna wrapped her left arm around his throat and bent him backwards to reach his exposed stomach. Her hard right fist went to work turning it to mush. "THUD!..THUD!..THUD!..THUD!..THUD!..THUD!..THUD!" He dropped to the floor when she turned him loose and rolled into a fetal ball clutching his destroyed stomach. Donna grinned when she saw tears trickle from his tightly closed eyes. "Ohhhhhh, I'll bet that hurts quite a bit doesn't it wimp? And we're just getting started to. So I guess you can imagine how much pain you'll be in before I'm finished with you. You're definitely not going to be a happy camper." Donna grabbed his shoulders and jerked him up to a sitting position while she sat down behind him. She braced her back against the wall for leverage as she snaked her arms under his and put him in a full nelson. Then she wrapped her jean clad legs around his waist in a body scissors and crossed her slim ankles in his lap. "Time to feel more pain old man. I can positively guarantee you're not going to like this combination of holds I have you in. But since you're to weak to stop me from hurting you, then that's your problem isn't it wimp?" Frank whimpered loudly when she applied pressure to the full nelson and bent his head down until his chin was resting on his chest. But when she tightened her strong legs on his ribs, an ear piercing, girlish like scream escaped his throat. "AAAIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"

Donna smiled when she felt his tear drops land on her strong thighs. They were so heavy they quickly soaked through her jeans. "I really love to hear you scream old man. Judging from the sound of your voice, I would say I proved my point when I warned you these holds were very painful. And I'm tingling all over watching you cry like a big baby. But I'll wager you're not enjoying this nearly as much as I am. If you were half the man you thought you were, you could break my holds and end your suffering. But you're not are you? You're nothing but a pathetic weakling I can mold into what ever I please. Because I'm stronger and smarter then you are wimp. And I always will be. Is that fact beginning to soak through your hard head? I'll own you after I'm done. And you'll obey my commands out of fear. Now scream for me old man." Donna tightened her strong feminine legs and got her wish. "AAAIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" "Good boy. I expect instant obedience every time I give you an order. So if you value your health and well being you better remember that rule." She released her vice grip legs from around his waist and threw him aside. Then she climbed to her feet and stepped in front of his prone body. "Get up you pathetic loser so I can continue your training." Frank's red face was scrunched up in considerable pain. He knew his kidneys were badly bruised and his ribs felt as if they were cracked. His tears were puddling on the carpet next to his ear. He could see her bare feet in front of him through his blurry, tear filled eyes. Her command to get on his feet sent shivers running down his spine. His will snapped. He couldn't take anymore.

"OK.. Donna. If.. you.. really.. want.. to.. smoke.. I .. give.. you.. my.. permission." He said with a whimper. Fury quickly filled her female body. The stupid son of a bitch was more of a moron then she thought. She completely lost control of her anger. "YOUR PERMISSION! YOU GIVE ME YOUR PERMISSION! YOU REALLY ARE A FUCKING IDIOT!" She yanked him up from the floor and proceeded to beat him senseless. "SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!" Her hard fists battered his face repeatedly. Punch after punch speared into him with all the power she could generate. Frank helplessly screamed and cried through the terrible beating for the first few minutes. Then he quieted down as he began to lose consciousness. But that didn't slow Donna down. She was pissed. "SMACK!" "You just don't get it do you you fucking idiot?" "SMACK!" "You don't give the orders in this house anymore." "SMACK!" "So I don't need your permission do do anything." "SMACK!" "I have the authority now so I'm the boss." "SMACK!" "I give the orders and you'll obey them." "SMACK!" "Or I'll beat you like a dog until you do." "SMACK!" "You're to weak to stop me so you better pay attention to what I'm saying." "SMACK!" "I will not tolerate your chauvinistic attitude any longer." "SMACK!" "And your egotistical behavior will immediately cease if you want to remain in one piece." "SMACK!" "Now keep your big mouth shut or I'll close it for you with my fist." "SMACK!" "THAT'S AN ORDER!"

Frank was out on his feet. His arms dangled useless at his sides, and his legs were fatigued and buckled. He would have collapsed in a heap a long time ago if Donna wasn't holding him up. The adrenalin flowing through her veins because of her rage, gave her the strength to keep him from falling. Every ridiculous thing he forced her or her mother to do over the years fed her anger. Each time her hard female fist pulverized his face, a forgotten memory of his mental abuse flashed through her mind. Which made her want to punish him further. He had this terrible beating coming to him for years. And Donna wasn't going to stop until she was satisfied he was broken and under her control. Frank was helpless in her grip and completely defenseless against her assault. "CRRRACK!" Her solid uppercut blasted against his chin with the force of a speeding car. Frank hit the floor in front of her and bounced. He finally came to rest with his battered face lying between her feet. Donna stood over him with her fists clenched at her sides and allowed the anger to evaporate from her well formed feminine body. Then she turned and walked over to her bed. She needed a cigarette to help calm her down the rest of the way. Donna removed a cigarette from the pack and started to sit down. An evil grin spread across her beautiful face when an idea entered her mind. She strolled back to her unconscious fathers battered body and nudged him with her bare foot until he woke up.

"Get on your hands and knees and follow me to the bed. I'll resume your beating if you piss me off so you better obey me old man." Frank struggled to his hands and knees and obediently crawled behind her like a trained little puppy. When Donna reached the bed, she sat down and crossed her left leg over her right. She smiled as she slowly began to swing her leg up and down. Each time she swung her leg up, her bare foot touched his badly swollen lips and broken nose. She held it there for a few seconds while she rubbed her soft, smooth skin and her cute toes in his face. Frank accepted the humiliation without budging. Fear of what she would do to him if he moved held him in check. When she was satisfied he was completely broken and under her control, she stopped and lowered her leg. "Good boy. I'm proud of you for being so obedient." Donna snapped her fingers in his face to get his attention. "Get up on yours knees and face me old man." Frank slowly rose to his knees with his head down and his black and blue eyes shut tight. He felt to ashamed and embarrassed to look at his daughter. Tears were streaming down his swollen cheeks by the bucket full. Donna placed her fingers under his chin and lifted his head up. "Open your eyes and look at me. You're about to piss me off wimp. And that would be very hazardous to your health. So mind me before I get angry and punish you." Frank broke down and bawled like a little baby as he quickly raised his eye lids. Seeing his teenage daughter's smiling face while he knelt in front of her crying was to much for the grown man to handle.

Donna couldn't help but grin when he opened his tear filled eyes. She could see he was frightened out of his mind. And his ashen colored face was covered with fear. She was ecstatic with jubilation. She had the asshole right where she wanted him. Donna put the cigarette in her mouth and handed him the plastic lighter. "Light my cigarette for me old man." Frank took the lighter and flicked it on. Donna reached out to steady his shaking hand while she touched the end of the cigarette to the fluttering flame. Then she took the lighter from his trembling fingers and blew her smoke in his face. Frank shut his eyes because of the humiliation he felt for being degraded by his daughter. Donna laid the lighter on her bedside table and back handed him in the mouth. "SMACK!" Frank slumped to the floor crying his eyes out. "DON'T SHUT THOSE EYES AGAIN YOU WEAK LITTLE BASTARD! OR I'LL CLOSE THEM WITH MY FISTS! IS THAT UNDERSTOOD?" She sternly warned him. "Yes.. Donna. I.. understand." He whimpered. "Good. Now get your worthless ass back up on your knees. If you make one more mistake, I'll remind you who's boss in this house by giving you another brutal beating. So if I were you, I wouldn't fuck up again. Get it through your thick head wimp. I'm in charge and you have no choice but to obey my commands." Frank crawled back up on his knees with his tear filled eyes open in a blank stare. Donna drew smoke in her lungs and went to flick her ashes in the ashtray. She changed her mind and smiled when she looked at him.

"Open your mouth wimp." Frank obeyed instantly and opened his mouth. Donna laughed when she flipped her ashes down his throat and he began to cough and gag. "It looks like I finally found something you're good for you useless piece of shit. A human ashtray." She said smiling. Heavy tears rushed from his swollen eyes like over flowing rivers while the humiliation of being degraded spread throughout his body. It quickly covered him like an incurable virus. And the undeniable fact he was to weak to stop her from doing as she pleased, filled his shameful mind with suicidal thoughts. But that would be admitting she had won and forced him to take the cowards way out. He quickly pushed those thoughts from his mind. There had to be another way to restore his dignity and pride. There must be. Donna sat on her bed like a Queen on her throne and continued to flick her ashes in his mouth. Frank did his best to swallow them as fast as he could before they choked him. When Donna was near the filter, she ordered his mouth open one last time. Frank was totally unprepared for what she was about to do. She threw the hot butt in and ordered him to swallow it. "AAAIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" Frank screamed and quickly spit it out on the carpet. She instantly became furious. "SMMMACK!" Her solid right cross dropped him to the floor in a daze. Donna picked up the smoldering butt and straddled his muscular frame. Then she pinned his arms to the floor with her knees and chastised her father for disobeying her.

"HOW DARE YOU!" "You will obey my orders immediately or pay the price for your disobedience in pain and blood. You should be grateful I gave you the privilege of disposing with my cigarette butt. You're nothing but a worthless low life male that doesn't deserve the time I'm wasting to train you. I give you the honor of serving my needs, and you disrespect me by spitting in my face. I will not put up with your defiance old man. You will become submissive and obey my orders without question, or I'll beat you to death. That is your only option." Donna grabbed his chin with her left hand and squeezed his cheeks to force his mouth open. Then she placed the hot cigarette butt on his tongue and held his mouth shut with both of her strong hands. Frank tried to scream but it was useless. And all his efforts to buck her off of him failed. He was simply to weak. His tears puddled on both sides of his head when he realised there was nothing he could do but swallow the searing hot butt. His face scrunched up in unbelievable pain as he continuously swallowed to force the hot butt down his throat. Donna sat on his chest and laughed while she watched him perform the unspeakable act. She knew in that moment she owned him. His fighting spirit and will to oppose her dominance over him was gone. He was putty in her hands to shape into what ever she pleased. She reached down and patted his cheek like a child while she praised him for his effort. "That's my good little boy. The first step is always the hardest, because your stupid male pride gets in the way. I'll admit it's not entirely all your fault. Men are born and bred to believe they should rule. You're taught it's your destiny to control everything around you. But once a female crushes your fragile ego and beats the stubbornness out of you, you realise everything was a lie. Then you'll accept your fate and happily crawl at the feet of your female Master.

Frank's confused mind was trying to discredit everything she was saying as untrue babble. But deep down in his heart, he knew she was correct. All the crap his father drilled into his head about females being inferior to males in all aspects of life was false. They were not less intelligent then males. They were not incapable of completing tasks without the supervision of a male. And they certainly were not the weaker sex. Donna had sufficiently proved that fact by easily giving him a painful beating. Frank's world had just been turned upside down and he felt completely lost. Donna could see the wheels turning in his head and knew he was having trouble dealing with the truth. It should be obvious to the moron. She thought to herself. I have him helplessly pinned to the floor. And his swollen face and battered body are positive proof of my superiority. It's the only logical conclusion he can reach. She decided to help him along so he would reach that conclusion a little quicker. Donna climbed off of her father and stood towering over him. "Get up sissy." She ordered. Frank slowly struggled to his feet. She reached up and wrapped his tie around her left hand. Then she jerked his head down and looked him square in the eyes. "Am I going to have anymore trouble with you old man?" She asked. Frank looked in her cold brown eyes and his whole body began to tremble. "No Donna. I've learned my lesson." He whimpered. "Good boy. I will not hesitate to discipline you if you step out of line. You best remember that. You're nothing but a pathetic weakling. You don't have the courage or capability to stand up to me. So obey my orders and keep your big mouth shut. Or I'll cause you more pain then you could ever imagine."

"Now give me your wallet." Frank looked at her like he wasn't sure he heard her correctly. Donna quickly reminded him who was boss. "SMMMACK!" Her hard right fist landed between his eyes with enormous power. He stumbled back and collided with the wall. "WHAM!" His barely conscious body slid down the wall until he was sitting on his butt. Donna grabbed him by the hair and yanked his head down. Then she stuffed it between her strong legs just above her ankles. She took hold of both of his arms and roughly jerked them up his back in a double hammerlock. Frank snapped out of his stupor when he felt the awful pain in his arms and on his neck. "AARRGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Donna chastised him for his stupidity. "I warned you not to hesitate you fucking idiot. You will obey my commands immediately or suffer the consequences. There are no exceptions to that rule. So you better remember it." Donna spread the fingers of her right hand over his wrists so she could hold both of his arms with one hand. Satisfied she could easily control him so he couldn't escape, she used her left hand to take his wallet out of his back pocket. She slipped it down the front of her top until she had Frank situated the way she wanted him. She removed his left arm from his back and placed it on the floor by her right foot with his palm up. Then she lifted her heel to shove his hand under her foot and pin it to the floor. She repeated the process with his right hand and her left foot. Now his head was trapped between her legs and his hands were pinned to the floor by her bare feet. She casually stood and took his wallet out of her top.

Donna rifled through his wallet taking what she wanted while her father pitifully whimpered in her holds. He tried one time to lift her up and throw her off. But he was to weak to accomplish it. Donna made him pay for his useless attempt with pain. She squeezed his head in her vice grip legs and punched him hard in the back. "THUD!" "AARRGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Frank screamed and gave up his foolish ideas. He settled down and accepted his fate. "I'm taking your money and credit cards old man." She told him as she put the one hundred and eighty three dollars and six credit cards in her jean pocket. "From now on you will ask for my permission to purchase anything by credit card. Maybe then you'll understand how degraded my mother felt when she had to beg you to buy something for me or her. I will decide if the item you want to purchase is necessary. If I agree that it is, I will give you one of your credit cards. You will return it to me after the transaction is complete. I will check the credit statements to make sure nothing was bought I didn't authorize. No one will be able to save you if I find one. Not even God. Tomorrow you will call and order two extra credit cards for each of your accounts. One for me and one for mother. You will not object to anything she or I decide to buy. If one peep comes out of your mouth, I'll beat you so bad you won't recognise yourself in the mirror for weeks. Am I making myself clear weakling?" She sternly asked him. "Yes.. D.Donna. I.. underst.st.stand.. p.perfectly." He replied with a sob. "Good boy. You better hope you do."

Donna stepped off of his hands and stood back. "Get up on your hands and knees." She ordered. Frank obeyed her as fast as he possibly could. She grabbed him by the hair and turned toward her bed. "Come with me wimp. Keep up or I'll pull your hair right out of your scalp." Frank scurried along beside her while she roughly dragged him over to the bed. Donna sat down and removed a cigarette from her pack. "Light my cigarette again old man." Frank obediently lit her cigarette and placed the plastic lighter back on her bedside table. Donna looked into his sad eyes and smiled. "You will buy my cigarettes for me from now on. Since the price of cigarettes has reached an all time high, there's no need for two of us to be smoking in this house. You my pathetic little weakling will quit. Mother has been after you for years to stop smoking. It's time you complied with her wishes. Do you have a problem with that sissy?" Her father shook his head no while tears trickled down his swollen cheeks. "Good boy. If I catch you smoking you'll wish you were dead. So you better obey me if you want to remain healthy." Donna put her cigarette up near his mouth. Frank opened wide and swallowed the ashes without a whimper. She stroked his cheek like a good little puppy. "That's a good boy. Remain docile and obedient like that and you may have a chance to heal before I'm forced to give you another terrible beating." His tears increased because of the shame that was vastly spreading throughout his body like a giant tumor. But he accepted her dominating humiliation without uttering a word. There was no courage left in his battered body to attempt a rebellion. His spirit was broken and his will belonged to her. The male pride that made him the man he once was was gone. Frank simply gave up. His soul purpose in life was to kneel at the feet of his daughter and obey her rules.

Donna held the smoldering cigarette butt over his mouth and snapped her fingers. Frank opened up and swallowed as fast as he could when she dropped it in. A slight whimper was the only sound he made. "Very good little man. You didn't hesitate one second. I believe you have accepted your place as a docile and submissive slave. That makes me very happy. As long as I am pleased with your performance, you will be happy too. Just keep that in mind." Donna laid back on her bed and lifted her right leg until her bare foot was in front of his multi colored swollen face. "Kiss my foot old man. Kiss it tenderly and passionately like it's a dream come true. Don't disappoint me if you know what's good for you." Frank gently held her heel and sole in his large hands and placed his swollen lips on her silky, smooth skin. He covered the top of her bare foot and cute toes with soft kisses. "Mmmmmmm, that feels wonderful." She purred. "You're doing an excellent job old man. I'll bet mother would love to be treated like this after working her tail off around this house all day. I want you to do this for her every night before she goes to bed. Massage her tired feet and cover them with loving kisses like she was a Queen. Is that understood?" Frank mumbled a yes while he continued to press his swollen lips to her bare foot. Donna pulled her right foot out of his grasp and rolled over. Then she lifted her left leg so he could tend to the bottom of her left foot. Frank clutched it in his hands and immediately began to cover her sole with tender kisses without being given the order to do so. Donna smiled, knowing he was wrapped around her little finger and belonged to her now. Frank Bowman was no longer a threat.

Donna rolled over and sat up on her bed. She stroked the back of his head and told him she was pleased with his obedient attitude. "Get on your feet and go clean yourself up. We're going to go see mother and find out if she will forgive you for your despicable behavior. I want you to fall on your knees in front of her and beg for her forgiveness. It better sound sincere and come from your heart. Because if she's not with us when we return home tonight. I'll strip you naked and whip your bare ass with a belt until I can't lift my arm anymore. Is that clear wimp?" Frank nodded his head yes while he hurried to the bathroom to obey her commands. Donna put her white socks back on and slipped her feet into her loafers. She patiently waited for her father to make himself presentable. Then she hauled him out to the car. Lilly Bowman was relaxing on her sofa reading a book when she heard the door bell ring. She couldn't comprehend who might be calling on her because she only moved into the apartment yesterday. Who ever it was she planned on getting rid of them as soon as possible. She didn't feel like talking to anyone. Her mouth fell open in surprise when she opened the door. Her husband Frank was standing there on his tip toes while her daughter Donna stood next to him with the back of his collar tightly gripped in her hand. She stepped back as Donna marched him inside the room and threw him on his knees. Lilly found her voice when she noticed his black and blue swollen face.

"MY GOD FRANK! WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU?" She asked concerned. Frank's head was drooped down on his chest crying. He was to embarrassed to look his wife in the face. But Donna wasn't about to let him get away with that. "SLAP!" She slapped the back of his head and roughly jerked it up by his hair. "Look at her while you're talking." She ordered. Frank opened his tear filled eyes and pleadingly looked at his wife. "Good boy. Now open your big mouth and see if you can fix the mess you got yourself in." Donna sternly told him. Lilly stared at her daughter in disbelief. "What the hell is going on here Donna?" Her confused mother asked. "Just listen to dad mother. He'll explain the whole thing." She turned to her sobbing father and issued his orders. "Start talking asshole. You better pray she accepts your apology or your ass is mine." "Please.. forgive.. me.. Lilly." He blubbered through his swollen lips. "I.. was.. wrong.. to.. treat.. you.. the.. way.. I.. did.. and.. I.. wholeheartedly.. apologise. Donna.. has.. helped.. me.. realise.. the.. terrible.. mistakes.. I've.. made.. in.. my.. life. I.. love.. you.. Lilly. I've.. been.. totally.. miserable.. since.. you.. left.. me. Please.. forgive.. me.. Lilly.. and.. come.. back.. home.. where.. you.. belong. Thanks.. to.. Donna.. I'm.. a.. changed.. man. I.. promise.. you.. won't.. regret.. your.. decision.. if.. you.. come.. back.. to.. me. I'll.. give.. you.. the.. love.. and.. respect.. you.. deserve.. if.. you'll.. only.. find.. it.. in.. your.. heart.. to.. forgive.. me." He sobbingly pleaded.

Tears were streaming down his face while he begged his wife for forgiveness. Lilly was so shocked, she was at a loss for words. She finally turned to Donna and spoke. "Judging from what he just said, I take it you are the one who beat him up like that. How in the world were you able to handle him so easily and not have a scratch on you? He's a fully grown man. It's so inconceivable my head is spinning trying to picture you beating him senseless. But as unbelievable as it seems, the proof is kneeling at my feet crying his eyes out. What happened Donna? How did it happen? I don't understand at all." "Listen mother. It doesn't matter how or why it happened. The only thing that matters is you believe him and come home where you belong. I guarantee your life is going to be much sweeter from now on. So trust me." Lilly crossed her arms over her breasts and looked down at her sobbing husband. "How can I be sure you're sincere Frank? How do I know you won't revert back to your old ways as soon as I move back into the house?" "There.. is.. several.. reasons.. Lilly. Donna.. won't.. allow.. it.. for.. one. If.. I.. step.. out.. of.. line.. she.. will.. severely.. punish.. me. I'm.. scared.. to.. death.. of.. her.. fighting.. skills.. and.. never.. want.. to.. give.. her.. a.. reason.. to.. be.. angry.. with.. me. But.. the.. main.. reason.. is.. because.. my.. father.. was.. completely.. wrong.. about.. females. You're.. not.. less.. intelligent.. or.. less.. capable.. then.. males. Donna.. forced.. me.. to.. see.. that.. was.. a.. lie. I.. give.. you.. my.. word. I'll.. be.. a.. supportive.. and.. loving.. husband.. the.. rest.. of.. my.. life. I.. swear.. on.. my.. families.. honor. Please.. come.. home."

Lilly looked at her husbands pleading face, then her daughters smiling eyes, and finally back at her husband before making up her mind. "Alright. I believe you mean every word Frank. So I'll move back home and give you the chance to prove it to me." Frank wrapped his arms around her legs and cried with happiness while Donna gave her a big hug. "You won't be sorry mother. Wait until you hear all the changes I made dad accept. You won't believe how much better life is going to be from now on. And things will stay that way because he knows what I'll do to him if he screws up." "That's something we need to discuss Donna. Do you think you could teach me to fight as well as you? Then I'll be able to straighten his ass out in case you're not around when he makes a mistake." "You bet mother. Between the two of us, we should be able to make a model husband and father out of him." "That's exactly what I was thinking sweetheart." She replied as the two females giggled like young school girls. Frank knelt at his wife's feet and listened to the two women in his life make their plans. It surprised him to realise what they were saying didn't frighten him. In fact, he felt calm and serene knowing they were taking over his life. Kneeling at the feet of his wife and daughter just felt right. Like it's where he belonged. He smiled as he wrapped his arms around both of their legs and gently squeezed.