I was lying in the floor kissing Rachel's feet while she talked to her friends. She ordered me to stay there until she said I could get up and I was afraid to disobey her. Rachel beat me to a pulp when I tried to bully her and turned me into a frightened coward. She's two years younger and a lot smaller then I am but she handled me like I was a little boy. So here I am with fear covering my swollen face while my trembling lips gently caress her bare feet. I'm totally ashamed of myself for being afraid of a girl. I'm used to being the bully who makes every one else's life miserable. So I really hate having to do what ever she says. But she easily proved I was to weak to stand up to her with her hard hitting fists and painful wrestling holds. So minding her is my only option.

I wished with all my heart that someone would save me from this terrible ordeal while I languished in self pity. I thought my prayers were answered when I heard my Dads booming voice over the noisy crowd. When I saw him push his way through and step up to confront Rachel I was ecstatic. Now the little Princess bitch will get what's coming to her. I thought to myself. My Dad works for a construction company and he's built like a body builder. He's six foot four inches tall and 240 pounds of solid muscle. Now your ass is grass you little bitch. My Dad will put you in your place and I'll have my revenge. I thought with a large smile on my face. But Rachel quickly showed me I was wrong and put an end to my celebration. In less then five minutes she had my Dad down on his knees and was slapping him around like he was a pussy. He was crying like a baby and constantly begging her to stop hurting him. It was so unbelievable I knelt there in shock. I finally snapped out of it and tried to help Dad but she took care of me too. The whole school was amazed while they watched Rachel handle both of us at the same time like we were just little boys.

"What the hell is going on here?" Dad asked when he saw me lying in the floor at Rachel's feet. "Stop kissing her God damn feet and get up boy. What the fuck is wrong with you?" I started to get up but Rachel shoved me back down and climbed to her feet. "I see why Richard is a bully and where he gets his potty mouth." She said while looking him in the eye. "Stay out of this you little bitch or you'll wish you were never born." He hatefully threatened. "I said get your ass up boy, now move." He repeated while glaring at me. "He's not going anywhere until I say so old man. Now shut your filthy mouth and take a seat until I'm done or you can join your son in the floor. It makes no difference to me." She confidently told him with her hands on her hips. I smiled when I saw the rage in my Dad's eyes. Now you're gonna get it you fucking little bitch. I said to myself. Everything was a blur after that.

"Why you smart mouth little bitch." Dad said as he raised his arm to back hand her in the mouth. "Whop!" Rachel kicked him in the balls and his knees instantly buckled. Dad grabbed his aching testicles and was gasping for breath while he stood there on wobbly legs. Rachel wound up and landed a powerful uppercut on his chin. "CRACK!" His eyes rolled back in his head and Dad dropped to his knees in front of her. Rachel curled her fingers in his shirt and jerked his red face up to hers. "I told you to shut your filthy mouth and sit down old man. You Eastwood males are really stubborn because Richard didn't listen either. Now he does what ever I tell him because I showed the little wimp who was boss. I guarantee you'll learn to mind me too after I get through teaching you some manners. Let's start with that foul mouth of yours." She began to slap him silly.

"SLAP!..SLAP!" "You'll stop swearing if I have to beat it out of you." "SLAP!..SLAP!" "Nobody wants to hear it." "SLAP!..SLAP!" "Now stop it this instant." She scolded. Dad shook his head to clear the cobwebs and fired a right and left combination at her condescending face. Rachel unbelievably blocked his murderous punches with ease and rearranged his facial features. "SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!" Her left cross swelled his right eye and her right hook bruised his chin. Then a sharp left jab fattened his lips and snapped his head back. Dad was drowsy and disoriented when Rachel clutched his shirt again and yanked him up to her smiling face. I came out of my stupor when she hit him and tried to help Dad out. "DAD!" I screamed as I started to get up. Rachel instinctively swung her left foot back without even looking in my direction and smacked me right in the face with her smooth sole. "WHAP!" I was barely conscious when I hit the floor behind her heels.

Rachel held Dad up with her left hand and beat him senseless with her right. "Your bullying days are over old man." "SMACK!" A lightening fast jab broke his nose. "And I better not hear another bad word come out of your filthy mouth." "SMACK!" Another solid jab snapped his head back. "I'll blister your butt until you can't sit down if I do." "SMACK!" His muscular body went limp and sagged in Rachel's grip. The crowd was in awe when they heard Dad whimper and saw tears well up in his eyes. "You'll treat people with respect from now on." "SMACK!" His eye swelled up and started to turn black. "Bullying people until they fear you is not very nice." "SMACK!" Now he was going to have a matching set of black eyes. "How do you like being bullied old man? It's not any fun is it?" "SMACK!" Another stinging jab knocked out a tooth and puffed his lips up a little more. Dad shamefully hung his head and started crying. Rachel put her fingers under his chin and smiled as she lifted his head to look him in the eyes. Dad growled like an angry bear and took a swing at her but the punch was so pitifully weak she easily slapped it aside and laughed right in his face. Dad's broad shoulders slumped down in defeat and he cried his heart out. "AAAWWWWWWWWWWWWWW! HAWWW! HAWWW! HAWWW! HAWWW!" Sniff sniff.

"Listen to him you guys. They both talk and act tough but they're really just scared little boys. Every male in the Eastwood family is nothing but a big cry baby." She told the crowd while they nodded their heads in agreement. "Go to hell." Dad defiantly muttered with courage. "SMACK!" The left side of his face swelled up like a balloon when her hard fist slammed into his cheek. Dad dropped in the floor at her feet and wailed like a banshee. "AAWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW! HAWWW! HAWWW! HAWWW!" "I warned you about that foul mouth old man. I'm not playing around with you. You'll do what ever I tell you or else. Now get up." She sternly ordered. Dad summoned his courage and rose to his feet with pure venom in his eyes. "I'm gonna rip your fucking head off and shove it up your ass little girl." He threatened while he raised his ham like fists. "You deserve to get a beating and I'm going to give you one. Then I'll make your son watch while I spank your butt for swearing." She confidently replied as she stepped up to meet him toe to toe.

Dad cocked his arm and threw a monstrous punch at her smiling face. Rachel easily dodged it like it was child's play and shattered the small bones in his broken nose with a left jab that landed like a speeding bullet. "SMACK!" Dad winced and tried to overwhelm her with a volume of punches. Rachel calmly danced around them with a smile and fired two more piston like jabs that swelled up both of his eyes. "SMACK!..SMACK!" "AARRGGGHHHHHHHH!" Dad screamed in frustration and tried to kick her. Rachel avoided his futile attempt and crushed his balls with a potent uppercut. "THUMP!" "AAIIIEEEEEEEEEEEE!" While he stood there screeching in a high pitched voice, Rachel dropped him in the floor with a powerful left cross that struck his jaw like a two ton wrecking ball. "SMMMACK!" By now the students were used to seeing Rachel handle a much larger man with ease. But they were still amazed when Dad hit the floor like a ton of bricks.

"Stay down old man. If you get up I'm going to beat you to a pulp. So take my advice and stay in the floor." Rachel said as she proudly stood over him. But Dad was hard headed and stubborn. He slowly climbed to his feet and raised his arms to fight. "Have it your way." Rachel said shaking her head. Dad tried to throw a punch but Rachel was to quick for the out classed male. "SMACK!..THUD!..THUD!..SMMMACK!" He never saw the snapping left jab that swelled up his bottom lip. It was followed by a pile driving right and left that slammed into his mid section and buckled his knees again. The two stomach punches left him wide open for the damaging right cross that exploded on his jaw like a grenade going off. Dad slumped to the floor like an unhinged skeleton and laid there crying. "Have you had enough old man or do you want some more?" Rachel asked while she wiggled her toes in his slobbering mouth.

Dad was to ashamed to say anything so he just rolled over and tried to get up. But his arms folded up on him and he fell back in the floor. He made it to his feet the second time but he couldn't keep his balance. He stumbled like a drunk for a few steps before he fell flat on his face. He was finally able to stand on his third attempt but his muscular body was wavering on rubbery legs and ready to collapse. Rachel knew he was beaten he was just to stubborn to admit it. "Let's end this one sided affair old man." She said while she gripped his shirt with her left hand to hold him steady. "SMACK!" "Stop trying to act tough because we all know you're just a wimp." "SMACK!" "I've used you as a punching bag and you haven't laid a finger on me." "SMACK!" "Underneath all that loud talk and puffed out chest is a scared little boy and we both know it." "SMACK!" "You're so afraid of me you're about to pee in your pants." "SMACK!" "Now do what I told you and stop swearing." "SMACK!" "Or I'll put you to sleep and spank your butt." Dad was already out cold and only able to stand because Rachel was holding him up. When she released him he hit the floor like a wet sack with his badly swollen lips resting on her toes.

I woke up just in time to see Dads sleeping body land at Rachel's feet. "DAD! DAD! WAKE UP DAD!" I screamed as I crawled over and shook him. But he was totally unconscious and couldn't hear my pleading voice. I fell across his severely battered body and hopelessly cried. "Save your breath Richard he's not getting up. You know what, your Dad is a bigger wimp then you are." Hatred overcame my fear when I looked up and saw Rachel's smiling face. In my mind I pictured my hands around her throat while she was gasping for her last breath. It seemed so real and felt so good I leaped at her with my arms stretched out and my hands reaching for her neck. But Rachel painfully reminded me who was in charge. "CRACK!" "SMACK!..SMACK!" The sledge hammer uppercut snapped my mouth shut and halted my attack. The left nearly broke my jaw and the right swelled my left eye shut. I landed on top of Dad's sleeping body and squalled like a spoiled little brat. "You wimps are really pathetic at fighting with your fists. Let's see if you're any better at wrestling." Rachel said as she roughly dragged me off of him and hauled me to my feet. "Let's go wimp. See if you can take me."

I knew I was no match for Rachel but my anger clouded my judgment. So I sprang at her like a wild animal to tear her apart. She handled me like I was a puppet on strings and whipped my body around until my back was to her. Then she easily put me in an abdominal stretch and laughed at my pathetic attempt to stop her. When I was securely wrapped up in her inescapable hold she painfully twisted my upper body like a pretzel. "AAWWWWWWWWWWWWWW! HAWWW! HAWWW! HAWWW!" Sniff, sniff. "I GIVE! I GIVE! I GIVE!" I screamed while I bawled like a baby. The students applauded when Rachel dumped my aching body in the floor and pinned my head down with her bare foot. "The first round goes to me by submission. Try to do better in the second round Richard. That was to easy." She proudly stated. I was in so much pain I wasn't sure I could get up. But when I heard Dad moan I managed to crawl over to him on my hands and knees.

"Please Dad you gotta help me. She's to strong." I pitifully whined. He shook his head to clear it and put his hand on my shoulder. "Don't worry son. Nobody does this to me and lives to tell about it. That smart ass little bitch is dead." "Thanks Dad. I'm glad you're not mad at me for losing to a girl." I said as I hung my head in shame. "We'll talk about that later. Now let's put an end to this fucking bullshit." He replied as we climbed to our feet and hatefully glared at Rachel. "I warned you about your foul mouth old man. When I'm through showing you and your sissy son who's boss I'm gonna spank your butt raw." Rachel said while wagging her finger at him. "The only thing you're gonna do is die you little bitch. Now shut your fucking mouth and come here." He spitefully answered while we advanced on her with mean intentions. I really don't remember much after that.

It's hard to comprehend how a prissy female with slender arms could wipe up the floor with a solidly built young man and a muscle bound adult at the same time but Rachel did it and made it look easy. We were putty in her hands while she threw us around like rag dolls and painfully terrorized us in her wrestling holds. She used us as punching bags until we were out on our feet and unable to defend ourselves. But she wouldn't knock us out and end our misery because she was having to much fun toying with us. We repeatedly begged for mercy and cried our eyes out while we groveled at her feet. But Rachel would merely smile and drag our battered bodies off of the floor so she could continue to torture us. The audience was completely stunned while they silently watched Rachel turn us both into a pile of blubbering flesh and bones. When she finally ended our massacre we were lying at her feet with severely swollen faces and badly bruised bodies. And she didn't have a scratch on her.

"OK boys let's finish you off." Rachel said while she propped my Dad up on his knees and dragged me to my feet. While facing us she wrapped her right arm around the back of Dad's neck and pulled his head up snug to her side. Then she put me in the same hold with her left arm. Rachel had completely beaten the fight out of us so she was able to handle me and Dad like we were toddlers. Our muscular arms were dangling down by her legs and there was a blank expression on our swollen, sleepy faces. "I've had it with you two wimps." "WHAP!" She swung her left leg back and to the right to slap Dad in the face with the sole of her foot. "Behave yourselves like good little boys and stop bullying people." "WHAP!" Her right sole slammed into my face. "And both of you will stop swearing or else." "WHAP!" She slapped Dad again. "I won't put up with it." "WHAP!" It was my turn to feel her sole. "I won't tell you again so you better pay attention and mind me." "WHAP!" Dad got it again. "Or I'll hunt you down and give you another beating." "WHAP!" Her sole slapped me in the face for the third time.

"WHAP!..WHAP!..WHAP!..WHAP!..WHAP!..WHAP!" We were both out cold and sagging in Rachel's grip when she finally stopped. She turned us loose and casually brushed off her hands while our sleeping bodies landed in the floor beside her. "Come with me Richard so I can get you situated." She said after slapping me awake. I could barely walk while she dragged me over to the bleachers and laid me in the floor. Then she went back for Dad. "Let's go old man it's time for you to get that spanking." Dad was to badly beaten to put up a fight against the strong young warrior. Rachel easily handled him without any trouble. He passively stood there and cried while she pulled his pants down to his ankles and threw him on his knees. "Stay right there until I'm ready for you." She sternly told him. Dad hung his head and quietly sobbed while Rachel turned to deal with me.

She placed my limp body where she wanted it and sat down on the floor with her back against the bleachers. Then she stretched my right arm out and scissored it with her legs. When she was satisfied I couldn't pull it out, she put her right foot behind my head and hooked her left foot under my chin. She tightened her feet until I was firmly pinned down in her strangle hold and couldn't get loose. My muscle bound Dad who I looked up to as a Hero all of my life, submissively knelt beside her and didn't lift a finger to help me. His will belonged to Rachel and she knew it. "Alright old man get across my lap." She ordered while staring him right in the eyes and daring him to disobey. She didn't have to worry. The broken man closed his tear filled eyes and obediently crawled across her lap without a struggle. The crowd was deathly silent while they watched the unbelievable scene unfolding in front of them.

Rachel twisted Dad's right arm up his back and easily held it there with her left hand. She didn't have to restrain him because he had completely surrendered and was no threat to try and escape. But she felt it would give her the leverage she needed to swing her arm with excessive force. "Please get me my hair brush Tina, it's in my bag." She asked my ex girlfriend. Tina quickly retrieved the brush and handed it to her with a smile. "Thank you very much Tina." Rachel turned her attention back to Dad and began to scold him. "Do you see how easy it is to be nice and polite to people? Bullying someone is inexcusable and I simply will not tolerate it. Just because you're bigger and stronger then another person it doesn't give you the right to push them around. I've shown you how it feels to be afraid so hopefully you've learned your lesson. If you haven't I'd be happy to teach it to you again. Now behave yourself or else old man."

"WHACK!..WHACK!..WHACK!..WHACK!..WHACK!..WHACK!" Rachel viciously paddled his ass with her hair brush until it was bright red and on fire. Dad screamed like a frightened little girl and bawled his heart out but he didn't try to escape. He willingly accepted it while he flopped around on her lap like a man having an epileptic fit. "AAWWWWWWWWWWWWWW! HAWWW! HAWWW! HAWWW! HAWWW!" Sniff, sniff. "AAWWWWWWWWWWWWW! HAWWW! HAWWW! HAWWW! HAWWW! HAWWW!" I laid there in her unbreakable foot hold and was surprised to find out I didn't feel sorry for him. The man I had always revered as a God was nothing but a spineless pussy. He was submissively allowing a young girl to completely humiliate him without putting up a fight. Any respect I had for the man was completely gone. I decided right then and there I didn't want to be like my Dad I wanted to be like Rachel. Gentle and polite to everyone around her, yet strong and fearlessly confident when they needed her protection.

Rachel snatched Dad by the hair and jerked him off of her lap. She squeezed his tear stained cheeks and roughly yanked him up to her face. "Are you going to behave yourself and stop bullying people?" She sternly asked. "Yes.. m.miss." He whined like a bitch. "And no more swearing. Is that clear?" "Y.Yes.. m.miss. What.. ever.. you.. s.say." He answered while trembling in her grip. "Good boy." Rachel pulled me towards her and forced me up on my knees by her left side. "What about you Richard? Are you going to give me anymore trouble?" "No Rachel I've learned my lesson." I answered truthfully. "You have huh. Then you're going to stop being a bully and quit swearing?" "Yes Rachel. I'll never pick on anyone again and I promise I'll never say another bad word." "Good boy. That's what I wanted to hear." She curled her fingers in our shirts and glared into our teary eyes. "Just remember what I'll do if I catch either one of you lying to me. Understand?" We were to scared to speak so we nodded our heads yes. "Good boys. I believe we understand each other." She said with a smile that sent a chill down our spine.

Rachel drew her knees up and placed her bare feet flat on the floor. She shoved Dad's face down by her right foot and mine down by her left. "Kiss em until I tell you to stop. Make me happy and I'll let you out of here in a little while. Make me mad and I'll put you both in a wrestling hold and make you scream until you pass out. Now get to work." We instantly put our swollen lips on her soft skin and made love to her feet. Fear of the dominate female forced us to obey her wishes and remain prostrated in the floor. Rachel chatted with her friends while we passively laid there and let her humiliate us. We knew we couldn't stop her if she decided to hurt us so we had no other choice. Every so often Rachel would hold our heads down and wiggle her toes in our mouth or rub her foot in our face. The audience would laugh and make fun of our pathetic whimpering while she thoroughly shamed us. But we accepted it without a struggle because we were afraid of what she would do if we tried to challenge her authority. Rachel had broken our spirits and owned our wills.

Dad was so ashamed to be beaten up and degraded by a teenage girl he packed up and left town the next day. Even though I suffered through the humiliating experience with him he wouldn't take me along. He said I reminded him of his shame every time he looked at me. So now I'm on my own and doing my best to make something of myself. Believe it or not, the only person who was willing to help me was Rachel. She helped me find a decent job and talked the people who run the shelter into letting me stay there until I get on my feet. I'm sure I don't have to tell you I'm no longer a bully. Rachel completely cured me of that. I can still taste and smell her bare foot whenever I look at her but it's getting easier to handle. And my muscular body doesn't tremble as much as it used to when she's around. I'm still afraid of Rachel and I always will be. I never want to face her hard hitting fists or be trapped in one of her painful wrestling holds again. So I'm nice and polite and treat people with respect. Princess Rachel has turned me into a goody two shoes. Ain't that a bitch? "OH MY GOD!" Please I'm begging you, don't tell her I said that word.