I could hear the despair in my sisters frantic voice when I answered the phone. "Simmer down Marge. You're talking so fast I can hardly understand you. Now tell me what's wrong and how I can help." I said, trying to calm the situation and find out what was troubling her. She finally got herself under control and slowly explained the problem she was having. "It's Samantha Jake. She's constantly getting into trouble and won't listen to a word I say. She has a huge problem with authority and refuses to obey any rules I set for her. This past year she was expelled from high school for a month because she punched out one of her teachers. Fortunately her grades were high enough so she was able to pass her Freshman year. But her attitude keeps getting worse and I don't know what I'm going to do with her. I'm at my wits end and I desperately need your help. I know this is an enormous favor to ask, but would you take her for the summer and try to teach her some discipline? I realise I'm asking a lot Jake but you may be my only hope. Please say yes so I can hopefully salvage my sanity." She said with tears in her eyes.

I thought my days of teaching young men and women to be responsible adults were behind me. I retired from the Marine Corp after serving my twenty years so I could live the easy life on my pension. I spent the last eight of those years as a drill Sargent training boot camp recruits. Moulding them into disciplined soldiers who would proudly serve their country. Which is why Marge thought of me as a possible solution to her problem. I was slightly hesitant to agree because I was never home much and had only seen Samantha twice during those years. The last time was when she was nine years old. Taking in a sixteen year old girl for three months who was virtually a stranger didn't sound like an ideal plan. But Marge sounded as if she was on the verge of a nervous break down so I couldn't refuse her request with a clear conscience. "Stop crying Marge and send her to me. I'm not promising anything but I'll do what I can." "Oh thank you Jake. If anyone can straighten Samantha out it's you. You're my hero big brother." "Let's wait and see how it goes before you give me any credit." I answered. "What ever you say Jake. I'll put her on a plane tomorrow morning so expect her sometime in the afternoon. And thank you again Jake. This means the world to me." "Alright Marge. Take care of yourself and try to stop worrying. I'll talk to you later." I went to make sure the guest room was neat and tidy when we hung up.

I picked Samantha up at the airport around three o'clock the next afternoon. She was sulking and not very talkative so I left her alone so she could adjust to the situation. She went straight to her room when we got home and stayed there until supper. I ordered pizza for us and tried to start a conversation when she sat down at the table. But a few mumbling words was all I got out of her. I let it slide and didn't press her any further. There was ample time to work on her attitude after she got used to the idea of being there. But the next morning at breakfast she crowded me into a corner and forced the issue. First of all she came out of her room in a black thong and a loose fitting red top that barely covered her naked breasts. I was so shocked at the provocative way she was dressed I was at a loss for words. Then she had her bare feet propped up on the table when I went to set her plate in front of her but she removed them before I said anything. We ate in silence while I mulled over how to breech the subject of her scantly clad clothing. I hadn't figured it out yet when she got up to leave with her plate still sitting on the table. I decided it was a good time to set some rules and explain what was expected of her. That was the beginning of my worst nightmare.

"Take your plate to the sink and wash the dishes for me please." I said after getting her attention. "You have a dishwasher so just put them in there." She responded with a smug look. "There's not enough dishes to run the dishwasher and I don't like leaving them sit around. So wash the dishes like I asked Samantha." I replied in a harsher tone. "If you want them washed then you do it old man. I'm going back to my room and listen to my CD player." She said while crossing her arms. I really hadn't planned on this coming down to a confrontation of wills between us. But I wasn't about to let a snot nosed teenager give me ultimatums in my own home. "You're a sixteen year old girl Samantha and I'm a forty year old adult. So that makes me the one in charge around here whether you like it or not. Now stop arguing and wash the dishes like I asked you to." I sternly ordered. Samantha decided to show me how wrong I was in assuming I was in control.

All of a sudden she leaped over to snatch a handful of my hair and roughly yanked my head back. Then she grabbed my chin in her strong hand and got right in my face to straighten me out once and for all. "I'm not afraid of you Uncle Jake. You're nothing but a has been and we both know it. So shut your mouth or I'll shut it for you. Understand?" She asked with an I dare you to challenge me look. I was not only surprised at her reaction I was stunned. Did she actually think she could intimidate me with brute force? I reached up to yank her hand away from my face and tell her to back off or else. But I froze and lost my nerve when I stared into her hateful blue eyes. The determined look on her pretty face sent shivers down my spine. My face turned ashen and my lips began to quiver. Samantha interpreted that as fear and smiled as she patted my cheek like I was a little boy. "That's what I thought. You're just a pussy who acts like he's tough until somebody stands up to you. Then you turn into a frightened little boy and nearly piss your pants. Now I'm gonna go to my room while YOU do the dishes. Don't mess with me again old man or you'll regret it. So keep your big mouth shut and get your ass to work." Samantha shoved me away and turned to walk off. That's when I made the painful mistake of challenging her authority.

"NOW WAIT JUST A GOD DAMN MINUTE YOUNG LAD..!" "SMACK!" "SLAM!" That's as far as I got before Samantha back fisted me in the mouth. She knocked me over the chair and into the wall behind me. I ended up sitting on my ass in the floor with a dazed expression on my surprised face. "I told you not to fuck with me old man. I guess I'll have to teach you a lesson in obedience." She grabbed my wrists in her hands and sat down in the chair. Then she put her left foot against my chest with her toes under my chin to pin my head against the wall. "Open your big mouth wimp." She commanded. "Have you lost your mind girl? Let me go God dammit." I defiantly answered as I violently struggled to break her grip. "I said open your mouth old man." She viciously twisted my wrists until the excruciating pain made me scream like a frightened little girl. "AAIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" Samantha calmly shoved her big toe down my throat.

"Suck it." She said with a grin. "MMFFFHHHHHHHHHHHH!" I mumbled as I thrashed around in a feeble attempt to escape. But Samantha was in the dominate position and had me firmly under her control. I was so ashamed of myself because I couldn't break the grip of a teenage girl. "You better start sucking Uncle Jake before you piss me off." I ignored her warning and continued to struggle. "You asked for it old man." She savagely twisted my wrists until I thought they were going to snap. "AAIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" I screamed again and nearly broke into tears "NOW SUCK MY TOE OR I'LL BREAK YOUR ARMS YOU LITTLE WIMP!" She sternly ordered. The pain was unbearable and I was afraid she would carry out her threat. So I obediently sucked on her toe like a pussy while I sat there feeling sorry for myself. "That's better. If I have to tell you twice again I'll really hurt you. So do as you're told and don't make me wait." She said with a smile.

Humiliation filled my solid muscular body like a fast spreading virus while I meekly sat there in fear and sucked on her toe. "Who's the boss now Uncle Jake?" She asked with a taunting smile. When I didn't answer she banged my head against the wall. "BAM!" "I asked you a question old man. Do you still think you're the boss?" I summoned the courage to defy Samantha and drew back my leg to kick her off of me. She easily blocked my futile kick with her left leg and slapped my unprotected face back and forth with her bare foot. "WHAP!..WHAP!..WHAP!..WHAP!..WHAP!..WHAP!" Then she spread her toes over my nose and mouth to cut off my breathing. "Now behave yourself you little sissy. You can't get out of my hold so you might as well settle down and do as you're told." My face was bright red with embarrassment and slightly puffy from her foot slaps. Samantha sat there laughing while my helpless struggles got weaker and weaker. I was about to pass out when she released me and hauled my drowsy body to my feet.

When I finally regained my senses she was standing in front of me smiling. "Your ass is mine little girl." I said through gritted teeth. "If you wanna fight then come on. I'm not afraid of you." She said raising her fists. "You asked for it." I threw a wild hay maker that would have separated her head from her shoulders. She easily dodged it like it was child's play and laughed. "You missed me wimp." "SMACK!" "OWWWW!" I grabbed my throbbing eye and whimpered. "But I didn't miss you." She said laughing at me. I cut loose with a monstrous right and left with mean intentions. She avoided them like a professional boxer and let me have it. "SMACK!..SMACK!" She fattened my lip and bruised my jaw. "Giving you a beating is gonna be real easy you big pussy." She teased. "That's what you think." I said while I chucked a dozen punches at her taunting smile. But Samantha was as crafty and elusive as a fox. I never laid a hand on her.

"You're not much of a fighter are you Uncle Jake? You'd think a Marine would be able to handle himself better then that. Maybe you should give up and do what I say before I knock you out." She confidently told me. "SHUT UP DAMN YOU!" I yelled as I drew back my fist to cave in her smiling face. A person doesn't realise how slow their reflexes become as they get older until they fail you when you need them the most. Samantha nailed me with a lighting fast left jab while my arm was still in the cocked position. "SMACK!" It flattened my nose and hurt like hell. I clutched it with both hands and my eyes watered up. "You better give up old man before I put you down for the count." She taunted. I went completely insane and fired a multitude of punches with destruction written all over them to shut her fucking mouth for good. She easily avoided my murderous punches like she was fighting with a child and laughed at me. I eventually wore myself out and stood there panting with my hands on my knees. "Nice try wimp. Now I'm gonna put you in your place." She said with an evil smile on her luscious lips. "SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!" I stumbled and staggered around the room while she cut me to pieces. "WHAP!" Then her foot connected with my jaw and dropped me like a ton of bricks. I hit the floor with tears in my eyes.

Samantha putting me down with a powerful kick to the jaw.

"Get up weakling." She commanded. I staggered to my feet and vigorously shook my head to clear my foggy mind. But it was useless. Everything remained hazy and my eyes wouldn't focus. Samantha smiled and began to toy with me. "Look out Uncle Jake, here it comes." She said as she waved her right fist around. When my attention was drawn to it she smacked me in the mouth with a vicious left jab. "SMACK!" The punch snapped my head back and I whimpered like a pussy. "Here it comes again Uncle Jake." She said while wiggling her right fist in front of me. I was dumb enough to fall for it a second time and stare right at it. "SMACK!" Another solid left jab swelled my eye and snapped my head back again. "One more time old man." She said while waving her right fist with a smile. You're not fooling me this time. I said to myself as I directed my attention to her left fist. "SMACK!" Her right slammed into my chin and nearly knocked me out.

"You are so stupid." She said as she grabbed me and flipped my muscular body over her hip. "SLAM!" When I hit the floor I was totally delirious and unable to protect myself. Samantha casually sat down above me and wrapped her legs around my neck while getting a firm grip on my wrists. When she crossed her ankles and tightened her gorgeous legs like a vise I thought I was going to die. "AAIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" A high pitched scream escaped my wide open mouth while I fiercely struggled to free myself. But Samantha had the dominate position again and was easily able to hold me down. "You're not as strong as you thought are you old man? You can't wrestle any better then you can fight. I can keep you in this hold for as long as I want and you'll never get out of it. Now let's find out which one of us is really in charge around here." She squeezed my trapped head like a constricting python and I nearly blacked out from the terrible pain. "I GIVE! I GIVE! I GIVE!" I pleaded like a pussy with tears running down my cheeks. "Don't be such a wuss. Use your combat training and try to get out of my hold." She teased. "I CAN'T I CAN'T! PLEASE LET ME GO SAMANTHA!" I wailed like a broken hearted child. "Make me." She said while crushing my skull again. "AAIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" I screamed again and repeatedly begged her to release me. "PLEASE SAMANTHA YOU'RE HURTING ME! I GIVE UP! I GIVE UP!" Her cruel laughter was all I heard.

Samantha torturing me with an extremely painful scissors hold.

Samantha turned me loose and dragged me to my feet by the hair. "SMMMACK!" Then she unloaded a sledge hammer right cross to my chin that knocked me clean off of my feet. I landed face down on my massage table in a semi conscious state. I had no idea where I was at or what was happening to me. Samantha decided to give me a break and fixed herself a cold drink to quench her thirst. She knew I was no longer a threat to attack so she sat down and propped her feet up on the table to relax. She leisurely drank her soda and hummed to herself while keeping an eye on me. I laid there in a stupor with my muscular arms lifelessly hanging off the sides of the table. When she was through with her soda she strolled over to continue my painful lesson in obedience. I was still out of it when she flipped me over on my back.

"Where's the tough guy Marine my mom keeps telling me about? According to her you're the toughest person on earth. Hell, you're not even the toughest person in this room. She's either prejudice as hell or the dumbest woman I've ever met. Because all I see is a whimpering little pussy who couldn't fight his way out of a paper bag. Your large muscles are completely useless you pathetic little wimp." I was still drifting off in mindless space and didn't hear a word she said. "SLAP!..SLAP!" "Can you hear me old man?" She asked while roughly slapping my face. I slowly opened my eyes but they refused to focus. "Let's see if you can handle this you over sized gorilla." She said as she smiled and viciously drove her elbow into my stomach. "WHAM!" "UUNNNNHHHH!" I grunted in pain and graciously lifted my head for her destructive back fist. "SMACK!" "BAM!" My head bounced off of the table and thoroughly scrambled my brain again.

"Tough guy my ass." Samantha taunted as she rolled me off in the floor. I laid there nearly in tears and felt sorry for myself. My will to fight had completely disappeared and been replaced by fear. The sixteen year old girl proudly standing over me stretching her well defined body had easily forced me to surrender. Samantha put her foot in my face and laughed as she moved it around. "I guess we know who's boss now don't we Uncle Jake?" Her cruel laughter was ringing in my ears as I submissively laid there and whimpered while she humiliated me. "SNAP!" She finally removed her foot and snapped her fingers to get my attention. "Get on your knees wimp." I meekly crawled up on my knees and knelt there with my head hanging down. Samantha grabbed a handful of my hair and roughly yanked it back so she could look into my fearful eyes. "Who's the boss old man?" She asked, knowing the answer. "You are Samantha." I said through trembling lips. "Will you do what I tell you from now on?" "Yes Samantha." I passively answered with a broken heart "Are you gonna give me anymore trouble or try to stand up to me again?" She asked glaring at me. "No Samantha." I meekly replied. "Good boy. I think you've learned your lesson."

Samantha wrenched my right arm up my back with her left hand and dragged me to my feet. Then she marched me over to the kitchen sink and slammed me against the counter. "Now wash those dishes like I told you to and then you can do my laundry. And you better do it right if you know what's good for you. Understand old man?" She asked while daring me to argue. "Yes Samantha." I whimpered while shaking like a leaf. "Good boy. Now get to work." She let go of me and walked off with a smile on her pretty face. I was so embarrassed and ashamed of myself for losing a fight with a sixteen year old girl. A hard core Marine who is twenty four years older and three times her size should have been able to defeat her. But Samantha easily handled me like I was merely a little boy and turned me into a coward. So I was thoroughly depressed while I washed the dishes and did her laundry. When I finished following her orders I walked into the living room and nearly had a heart attack. Samantha had taken a shower and was lying on the couch watching TV. The outragous outfit she was wearing this time was even more revealing then the first one. Her huge breasts and perfectly shaped ass were clearly visible. And the skimpy material in front of the black thong barely covered her womanhood.

"My God Samantha you're nearly naked in that outfit. Please cover yourself with something decent." "I'll wear what I like old man. Now sit down and shut your mouth." She said while giving me a hateful look. "But I'm your Uncle Samantha. You can't run around in front of me like that." I protested. "I said shut your mouth and I won't tell you again. "SNAP!" "NOW SIT!" She commanded while snapping her fingers and pointing to the chair. "Please Samantha. It just isn't right." I pleaded with her. "SMACK!" Her right fist shot up and blasted my chin like a hundred mile an hour fast ball. Blood flew out of my mouth as I stumbled back and collapsed in the floor. "I warned you not to mess with me old man. You should have listened." She angrily said as she roughly jerked me up from the floor. I tried to surprise her with a sneaky punch but she easily slapped it aside and nailed me between the eyes. "SMACK!" The punch knocked me off balance and left me vulnerable. "SMACK!..SMACK!..THUD!..THUD!" She bruised both sides of my jaw and then buried her fists deep into my stomach. "WHAP!" When I bent over in pain she kicked me right in the face. I backpedaled out of control and landed sprawled out in the kitchen.

"Get up old man. I'm gonna beat you black and blue for trying to stand up to me. You'll do what ever I tell you when I'm done this time. And I guarantee you won't be giving me anymore lip." She scolded as she menaceingly glared down at me with her thumbs tucked in her thong. I had nothing to lose so I leaped to my feet and came out swinging. If I was destined to lose this battle of the sexes I was going down fighting like a Marine. I must have thrown thirty heavy handed punches at her smiling face in an attempt to take back control. But I never came close to hitting her. Samantha moved her finely toned body like a graceful ballarina and waited for me to wear myself out. When I did she gave me an evil smile and took over with authority. I never stood a chance. "SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!" Her precision punches ripped into my face with exceptional force while she drove me around the room. I was completely helpless and at her mercy. "SMACK!" I fell apart like a house of cards and landed at her feet.

"Get on your feet sissy I'm just getting started." She ordered with her hands on her hips. I slowly staggered to my feet and put up my ham like fists. "That's my boy." "SMACK! "PLOP!" She crushed my jaw and put me down at her feet. "Come on wimp get your ass up here." I crawled off of the floor and stood on rubbery legs. "Attaboy." "SMACK!" "PLOP!" She put me back down with ease. "Try to stay on your feet old man." She said with a smile. My noodle like legs didn't want to support my weight when I made it to my feet. I staggered around for a few steps before I was finally able to steady myself. "Good boy." "SMACK!" SMACK!" "PLOP!" I dropped at her feet like a sopping wet dish rag with my black eyes swelling up. "You just can't stay on your feet can you Uncle Jake. I guess I'll have to help you." Samantha dragged me to my feet and firmly held me in her grip. My knees were severely buckled and my useless arms were dangling at my sides. I was rapidly blinking my unfocused eyes and had no idea where I was at or what was happening to me.

"Wake up you little wimp." She said while shaking the hell out of me. I slowly opened my eyes and gave her a blank stare. "That's a good boy. Now pay strict attention." "SMACK!" "I'm the boss from now on." "SMACK!" "How many times do I have to prove it to you?" "SMACK!" "You can't fight worth a damn and you're to weak and pathetic to out wrestle me." "SMACK!" "I'd beat you senseless and wipe up the floor with your wimpy ass," "SMACK!" "So mind me like a good little boy." "SMACK!" "Keep your mouth shut and don't give me anymore lip." "SMACK!" "Or I'll spank your ass until you can't sit down." "SMACK!" "Then I'll knock you out and put you to bed." "SMACK!" "Do you understand me sissy?" I was out on my feet and ready to collapse. If Samantha wasn't holding me up I would have folded like a card board box. But she thought I was just being stubborn. "You'll learn to answer me if I have to beat you for the next three months." "SMMMACK!" Her vicious right cross nearly took my head off. My sleeping body landed at her feet like a dead corpse. Samantha nudged my black and blue face with her foot until I regained my senses. "Move your ass old man we haven't settled this yet."

When I stumbled to my feet she executed an acrobatic hand stand and wrapped her feet around my neck. Then she whipped her taunt body and sent me flying across the room. "SLAM!" "BOUNCE!" "BOUNCE!" I hit the floor and rolled like a tumbling tumbleweed. When I finally came to a stop I was groggy as hell and hurt all over. Samantha dragged me up from the floor and jammed her foot in my stomach while grabbing my shoulders. Then she fell back and forcfully extended her powerful legs up in the air. I sailed over her body and slammed into the floor behind her head. "SLAM!" The hard landing knocked the breath out of me and I was unable to move. The room was spinning like a top and I couldn't stop it. When Samantha hauled me up I was so delirious I didn't realise I was standing. "You seem to be having a little trouble with your concentration wimp. Maybe this will help you see more clearly." She jerked me up with her left hand and blackened my eye with a savage right cross. "SMACK!" I crumbled like a cracker and went down in a heap.

"I guess that didn't help because your eyes are still glassy." She said as she picked me back up and laughed. "Maybe this will work much better for you." "WHAP!" The sole of her foot exploded on my jaw and dropped me like a freshly cut tree. "No, that wasn't the answer either. Now let me see." She said while smiling at my prone body. "Ah, I know what you need. A vigorous shaking should do the trick." She lifted my sagging body up like I weighed less then a feather and spun me around. My feeble attempt to stop her from womanhandling me made her laugh. After putting me in a full nelson and making sure her hold was secure, Samantha leaned back until my feet were off of the floor and shook me like a rag doll. The terrible pain in my shoulders woke me enough to scream my head off. "AAIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" "That woke you up old man. No thanks are necessary I was only doing my job." She said with a smile as I collapsed in the floor with tears in my eyes.

Samantha straddled my battered body and yanked my head up by the hair. I meekly tried to throw her off of me but she slapped my useless arms out of her way like they belonged to a child. "When I tell you to keep your mouth shut I don't wanna hear any lip. Understand." "SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!" Her hard fist rose and fell like a jackhammer. I wailed like a broken hearted child while my beautiful Niece kept me pinned down and completely massacred me. "SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!" I was barely conscious when she ended my torture and sat up. My face was severely swollen out of proportion and a multitude of colors. "That should prove which one of us is in charge around here. What I wear is none of your business old man. So keep your mouth shut and behave yourself or I'll beat you senseless and knock you out." She sternly commanded.

Samantha sitting astride my battered body to beat me senseless.

I laid there trembling while Samantha chastised me for disobeying her. She laughed at the fear showing on my badly swollen face and the heavy tears rolling down my puffy cheeks. She finally slipped off of me and rolled me over on my stomach. After pinning my arms on my back with her left knee, she took the wallet out of my back pocket. "I think I'll take care of the money now that I'm the boss." She said as she stood and strolled over to the counter. I got up on my hands and knees and crawled towards her to try and get my money back. "Please Samantha give me back my money." I pleaded. She simply stepped forward and kicked me right in the face. "WHAP!" Everything instantly went black and I collapsed at her feet out cold. Samantha casually put her right foot on the side of my head and pinned it to the floor. "I told you I would knock you out if you didn't behave." She smiled and took the money out of my wallet to count it while I slept under her foot.

I was unconscious for about an hour before I finally came to. Samantha was leaning against the counter with my belt in her hand when I looked up. She came towards me and snapped her fingers. "SNAP!" "Get on your hands and knees and keep your mouth shut." I instantly obeyed her. She stuffed my head between her legs and pinned my hands to the floor with her bare feet on my palms. She firmly squeezed my head to keep me under her control and viciously whipped my ass with the belt. "WHACK!..WHACK!" "Don't you ever ask me to give your money back again." "WHACK!..WHACK!" "Any thing you have belongs to me if I want to take it away from you." "WHACK!..WHACK!" "You're not man enough to whip me and we both know it." "WHACK!..WHACK!" "So do as you're told and don't give me any lip you little sissy." "WHACK!..WHACK!" "Or I'll beat you until you learn to behave." "WHACK!..WHACK!" "Do you understand me Uncle Jake?" "YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!" I screamed while heavy tears poured out of my black and blue eyes. "That's better. Now get your ass up here." She said as she threw the belt down and dragged me to my feet.

Samantha curled her fingers in my shirt to keep me on my feet and jerked me up so she could look into my tear filled eyes. "SLAP!..SLAP!" "Never question the way I'm dressed again." "SLAP!..SLAP!" "Have you got that old man?" "Yes.. S.Samantha." I submissively replied in fear. "SLAP!..SLAP!" "Do you wanna try and stop me from slapping you around?" "N.No.. Samantha." I answered trembling like a leaf. "SLAP!..SLAP!" "I didn't think so." "SLAP!..SLAP!" "I'm the boss Uncle Jake." "SLAP!..SLAP!" "Mind me like a good little boy or you'll be punished" "SLAP!..SLAP!" "You'll clean this house and cook the meals and do the laundry because I say so." "SLAP!..SLAP!" "If you argue about it I'll give you a beating." "SLAP!..SLAP!" "You'll cash your pension check every month and give the money to me." "SLAP!..SLAP!" "I'll pay the bills and keep the rest for myself." "SLAP!..SLAP!" "If you wanna challenge my authority over that then this is your chance to speak up." "No.. S.Samantha. You.. k.keep.. it." I whimpered like a pussy. "SLAP!..SLAP!" "That's what I thought." "SLAP!..SLAP!" "Remain submissive and I won't hurt you." "SLAP!..SLAP!" "Try to stand up to me and I'll beat you to a pulp." "SLAP!..SLAP!" "Is that clear wimp?" "Y.Yes.. Samantha." I meekly replied with a broken heart. "Good boy. Now come with me."

Samantha grabbed the back of my collar and yanked me up on my toes. Then she marched me to my bedroom while I struggled to stay on my feet and not fall. When we got there she threw me in the floor and sat down on my bed. She bent her knee until her foot was resting on the corner of the bed and sternly spoke to me. "Get over here wimp." I quickly obeyed so she wouldn't get angry. "Good boy." She said as she grabbed the back of my head and pulled it down until my face was flush against the sole of her foot. "Kiss it." She ordered. I immediately kissed her silky soft skin while she held me in place. After a dozen kisses she tightened her grip on my head and rubbed her foot in my face. I knelt there whimpering while she laughed and completely humiliated me. "Get used to having your swollen face on my foot old man. I love making you weaklings grovel. It's a clear sign of my female superiority over you pathetic males. Wouldn't you agree wimp?" She asked with an evil laugh. "Yes.. S.Samantha." I passively answered. Shame covered my muscular body like a blanket because I didn't have the courage to try and stop her from treating me like a doormat. My beautiful sixteen year old Niece had thoroughly broken my spirit and turned me into an obedient slave. "Good boy. Obey me like this and we'll get along fine. Now get your ass in bed." I scurried off of the floor and leaped into bed like she ordered.

Samantha about to pull my swollen face down to her smooth sole.

Samantha smiled at the fear showing on my face and kissed me on the forehead. "Good night Uncle Jake. Close your eyes and go to sleep. If I have to come in here I'll put you to sleep myself. So take my advice and don't make a sound. Is that understood?" "Yes.. S.Samantha. I'll.. be.. good." I fearfully whimpered. "You better if you know what's good for you. I'll wake you up in the morning to fix my breakfast. Don't come out of this room until I call for you. Is that perfectly clear?" "Y.Yes.. Samantha." I submissively answered while large tears soaked my pillow. "Good boy. Now shut your mouth and go to sleep." She ordered as she turned and proudly walked out of my room.

I laid there and softly cried because I felt so ashamed of myself. A teenage girl had turned me into a frightened coward and was completely in control my life. I was going to be abused and humiliated for the next three months and there wasn't a damn thing I could do about it. She had soundly beaten me in a fist fight and could easily win a wrestling match between the two of us. Samantha's skills were vastly superior to my own in every way, shape or form. The life I knew was over. I cried myself to sleep in hopeless dispair that night. And I have a sorrowful feeling Samantha will make sure I do for many nights to come.