Attitude Adjustments from Aunt Joan pt3 - A transfer of power.
By gregnick1@hotmail.com
After humiliating Josh one more time, Joan sets out to teach Jenny how to take command.


late that morning from a long dreamless sleep. She felt rested, relaxed and
satisfied. She threw on a robe and replayed the events of last night over in
her head. Things had certainly escalated to a surprising level. What started
out as a little "scared straight" exercise had turned into what may have been
a life-changing experience for her niece and step-nephew, and it worried her.

Joan felt a little guilty for what she had done to Josh and what she had made
Jenny a witness to. Taking down Josh like that made her feel like a teen again
and it was the feelings of adolescent lust to dominate that over-came her. Not
to mention the fact that Jenny was right there, charging the room with her
budding sexuality. It was almost palpable in the air. It was like two female
leopards in heat with Josh playing the role of unlucky prey. Joan thought
about how she had devoured him and sent him to bed crying and covered in her
cum.

"Oh well," she thought, getting tingly again, "I've gone too far to turn back"

Joan's plan was to capitalize on Jenny's peaked interest in the womanly art of
boy-beating. It was her hope that she could give Jenny enough knowledge to
"hold down the fort" with Josh after she had left and her sister, Jenny's Mom,
had returned to the house.

Joan went out to start breakfast. She wanted a few minutes with Jenny alone
before Josh entered the picture. No doubt his humiliation and sore body would
keep him in bed for a while.

She was putting out the toast and juice when Jenny walked in.

"Morning Sunshine," she greeted her,

"Hey," Jenny said quietly.

"I've got toast and juice made, and eggs and bacon on the way. I don't know
why, but I have a huge appetite this morning," she said with a wink.

"Me too," Jenny replied with a nervous smile.

Joan fixed her a plate and sat down next to her.

"So, do you think we were too rough on Josh last night," Joan said, purposely
including Jenny in on the act. Jenny thought for a moment.

"Um...I guess he had it coming," Jenny said shyly.

"You know, hell probably be pretty timid for a while after the trouncing we
gave him, but after I'm gone...

"I know, I know," Jenny said interrupting her. "After your gone, he'll
probably take it out on me, and my mom. It doesn't take a genius to figure out
why my mom asked you to come here for the weekend. I'm sure he knows he's been
set-up."

"You absolutely right," Joan said grabbing Jenny's hands and looking her
straight in the eye. "It won't last forever. That's why it's up to YOU to keep
him in-line, for your sake and your mother's sake. YOU have the power to
change the life you live here. YOU have the power to bring yourself happiness
again."

"Easy for you to say," Jenny said turning from her, "You're like an Amazon,
super-woman. What can I do?"

"You have no idea!" Joan said with a twinkle in her eye. "With a few simple
techniques you could rule him. He's pretty weak for a boy his age. If you kept
up with it, you could pretty much rule any boy in your class. I tried with
your mother a long time ago, but she just didn't have it...you know what I
mean?" Joan said

"I mean love your mother to death," Joan continued. "She's the sweetest person
in the world, but she doesn't have 'it'. You're twice the size she was at her
age and you remind me a lot of me back when. Sure, you're a little out of
shape right now, but you've certainly got the build," Joan said admiring her
nieces sturdy frame.

"And most importantly you have...'it'...inside of you," she continued. "I saw
you when I was thrashing Josh. You couldn't take your eyes away, and I bet I
know how you were feeling when you saw me take him down and sit on his chin in
my schoolgirl pin..."

"I don't know what you're talking about," Jenny said getting up from the table
to hide her reddened face.

"I think you do," Joan said defiantly following her to the kitchen sink. "Can
I ask you something?"

"What?" Jenny grunted.

"Did you stay up last night? Did you stay up and spy on what I was doing to
Josh?" Joan said, throwing at all out there.

Jenny turned away from her and clenched her arms tightly to her chest.

"It's Ok Jenny. We can talk about it," Joan said placing her hand on Jenny's
back.

"Yes, I saw you," blurted Jenny "I saw you sit on his face and grind him into
a pulp! I saw you and it looked like you were enjoying yourself...it looked
like you were really enjoying yourself! I'm old enough to know what an orgasm
looks like, ya know!" She said almost in tears.

"It's ok, it's ok," Joan said trying to calm her. "I'm sorry I frightened
you." Joan was beginning to think that this might have been a bad idea.

"I wasn't scared," said Jenny suddenly. "I mean I was scared, but not about
what you were doing to him...I was scared of me."

"Why were you scared of you?" Joan said tenderly cupping Jenny's chin in her
hand.

"I was scared because...because...I wanted to do it too!" She cried. "I wanted
to smear his face, and I wanted to hop on back of him with you when you rode
him down the hallway...and...and I don't know what's the matter with me!"

Joan hugged her tightly.

"Come on now...do you really think something's the matter with you? Do you
think something's the matter with me? huh?" Joan said reassuringly.

"No, you're all tough and confident and bad-ass. I'm just some weirdo who gets
off on watching!" Jenny said tearfully.

"There, there, it doesn't have to be like that," said Joan. "You don't have to
apologize for your feelings and you won't have to apologize for your
actions...and you certainly won't have to apologize to him, He'll be the one
apologizing. He'll be the one groveling at your feet."

"Listen here," Joan said forcefully, sinking down and looking Jenny straight
in the eye. "You've got two years left with this creep until he turns 18. You
can either spend that time living in fear like a prisoner in your own home, or
you can spend it making that sucker beg between your thighs and having him
kiss your ass...literally...every day. How would you like that!!!?"

Jenny softened and cracked a smile.

"Yeah...I guess I would like that," she said laughing and wiping her nose.

"You're damn right, you would like that!" Joan replied, "And you can say
goodbye to your chores," Joan continued, "Like laundry? Forget about it!
Schoolgirl pin him, make him open up and you've got a little washing machine
right there. It's how I used to do my socks." They both laughed hysterically.

"Ok, then. I'm gonna change quickly and go wake up Joshy-boy. Enjoy your
breakfast.

Jenny ate her breakfast cheerfully and let her mind wonder. She imagined the
way things could be. Her totally beating the carp out of Josh and making him
wash her Mom's car. God that would be awesome. She even thought about what she
would do to a few select boys in her class if given the opportunity. But she
was getting ahead of herself. Joan hadn't taught her anything yet and she
still had to get past the hurdle here at home.

A few minutes later Josh came moping in. Jenny had never seen him look so
wrecked. His face was puffy and red and he dragged himself down the hall like
every limb was in pain, which it probably was. He didn't even look at Jenny,
just sunk down to the table with his chin in his chest.

"Look who's up!" she heard her Aunt Joan sing out sweetly. Joan strode into
the kitchen cheerily wearing a tight halter-top and a super-high jean
mini-skirt. Her legs looked like they went on for miles. When she walked into
the kitchen Jenny heard a foreign sounding click against the linoleum. Looking
down she saw a pair of 4 inch black pumps on Joan's feet.

"Holy shit," Jenny thought. "If I didn't know exactly what she was doing I
would think she just turned into a total slut."

As if to confirm her suspicions, Joan gave Jenny a nervous look as if to say,
"what do you think?"

"Total bitch, is more like it," Jenny thought to herself. "She's totally
strutting in front of Josh, showing off the legs that broke him into pieces
last night. He can't help but feel like a mouse right now trapped under those
high heels. The psychological beating still continues."

"And here's some Oatmeal for you," Joan said sweetly positioning herself right
next to Josh so that her almost visible crotch was inches from his ear. Jenny
marveled at the sight of Josh's slumped head, set in front of the denim
backdrop that was Aunt Joan's mini-skirt. He looked so small and helpless.

"Want some milk with it?" Joan said placing her hand on his head and ruffling
his hair while poring. "There ya go!" she said playfully tugging his head so
that it just bounced off her tight denim skirt.

Jenny could hardly contain herself watching Aunt Joan slyly humiliate her evil
stepbrother. She knew that Josh hated oatmeal and reveled in his discomfort.
She imagined Aunt Joan vaulting up from the back of the chair, doing the
splits and capturing his head between her thighs. She imagined her burring
Josh's face in the bowl and forcing him to eat it while she and Aunt Joan
casually did a crossword at the table.

"What are you looking at?" came a small voice, snapping Jenny out of it.

"What are you looking at?" He said earnestly and without a trace of sarcasm as
if he was pleading for her to tell him if something was wrong with his face.

Just then Jenny caught a whiff of something familiar. "What is that?" she
thought. "It's like the smell of...of my own dirty underwear. My God, he still
has Aunt Joan's juices caked to his face! I wonder if she made him go to bed
without washing his face?"

Jenny stated to giggle at her sad stepbrother.

"Oh nothing...I thought I smelled...Saw! Something on your face," she said
repressing a smile. Behind him Aunt Joan coughed on some orange juice sending
Josh into a panic. His ayes darted from girl to woman and he started to bolt
from the table. Joan quickly put a hand on his shoulder.

"Ok...ok," she said pushing him back down and breaking the tension, "Maybe you
would like something else for breakfast."

Josh relaxed a bit and Jenny went back to her meal as Aunt Joan walked over to
the fridge to rummage around

"Let's see...what do we have here...?" Jenny heard her Aunt Joan mumbling,

"Hey Josh," she heard Aunt Joan say as she looked up and saw her bent over in
front of the fridge legs spread with her denim skirt raised up to show her
panty-covered ass and the back of her crotch. "Hey sport, just open your mouth
if you see something here that you want to eat."

Jenny's gasped, her eyes wide as saucers. She looked at her brother who was in
shock. Aunt Joan peered back at him and jutted her rump out ever so slightly.
"I can feed you some left-overs from last night if you want to snack on
those," she said with a smile.

Josh was speechless. He leapt back off his chair knocking it to the ground.
Stammering and stuttering, he looked once at Jenny and then back to Joan's
taunting figure and he fled from the kitchen.

"I can warm them up for you!" Aunt Joan said half-heartedly jogging after him.
Jenny heard his door slam as Aunt Joan bust out laughing.

"OH...MY...GOD!" Jenny cried. "You are such a...BITCH!" she said laughing
uncontrollably and shaking her head in disbelief.

"I know," replied Joan. " And it feels sooooo good."

"Teach me EVERYTHING you KNOW!" Jenny said dramatically falling off her chair
in a mock faint.

Joan laughed and helped her up.

"Ok, I'm sure he'll be holed up in his room for a while. Let me get out of
this whore outfit and we can get to work, " she said rolling her eyes. "God, I
have such a wedgie. Normally I would have one of my guy friends pick it out
with his teeth, but...oh well."

"You are too much," Jenny said laughing as she bounded off to her room to get
ready.

Joan knocked gingerly on Josh's door, opened it and found him curled up on his
side He instantly sat up and defensively crawled to the corner of his bed,
back against the wall. She hadn't changed from her intimidating outfit yet and
looked like a giant housewife advancing on a cornered mouse.

"I..I..I'm sorry, I didn't mean to knock over the chairs...please don't..." he
stammered as Joan slowly advanced on him.

"Please don't what?" she said coyly.

"Just please don't...I'll be good," he said holding his hand out and
retreating further into the corner.

God, Joan was so aroused. The sight of this beaten boy crawling away from her
sent shivers through her body. She inhaled his fear. It went into her lungs
and floated right down to her loins. It took everything she had not to mount
his face and jackhammer the top of his skull into the headboard. She wanted
nothing more than to spend the rest of the afternoon with a pitcher of
margaritas and his nose up her ass, but this wasn't about her. It was about
Jenny now. She shelved her sadistic thoughts for a while and put on a smile.
She was here to make a peace offering, a temporary one at least, so that she
could work on the transfer of power to her niece.

"Tell ya what," Joan said slowly walking to the edge of his bed. "I'll let you
be, if you can promise me to occupy yourself in your room for the rest of the
afternoon. You can listen to your headphones, catch up on schoolwork or take
naps for all I care. You can even puff on the little cigarettes you keep
hidden under your bed and blow the smoke out the window. I just don't want you
sneaking off for the rest of the weekend Ok. So, hand over the cars keys."

"Come on," she said dangling her hand out. "And the cell phone too. I don't
want you calling your little friends up to sneak you off. Although it would be
a pleasure to catch one of them in the act."

Josh sheepishly fished for his keys and cell phone. Joan put the cell phone
into the impossibly small pocket on her denim skirt and clipped the keys to
her hip belt loop.

"Now do we have a deal?" she asked.

"Y..yes, mam," Josh responded obediently.

"Hmm. I'm not convinced, " Joan said with mock concern.

"Slide off the bed," she said. Josh remained frozen in the corner.

"Come on. I'm not going to hurt you. I just want you to give you something to
consider before entering into this little pact. So get over here...now," she
said with a firmer tone.

Josh slithered out from the corner, and stepped off the bed.

"Now, get down on your knees," she said

Josh froze again. "N..no..please," he started to beg.

"I told you. I'm not going to hurt you. Now do as I say," Joan said pointing
to the floor.

Josh lowered himself to his knees all the while pleading with his eyes not to
be hurt. Joan advanced on him, the sharp heels of her black stilettos putting
imprints in the carpet. She spread her legs wide and slightly lifted the hem
of her skirt revealing the edge of her white cotton panties.

"Now, put your head in between my thighs," she said softly. "I'm not going to
squeeze. I want you to lean forward and insert."

Josh dropped his head and fearfully leaned forward. He gripped the outside of
Joan's thighs and stuck his head into the teeth of the lion. Joan felt his
ears rub against the inside of her thighs and it gave her the chills.

"There ya go," she said sweetly. "Now lets get you up high and tight," she
said gripping the back of his collar and cupping his chin. She wedged the back
of his head high up against her ass and crotch, lightly squeezing to hold him
in place.

With her hands on her hips, she spoke down to him. "Feel the tightness of my
thighs against your ears? The warmth of my sex on the back of your head? Do
you see my stilettos? Imagine them crossing, and imagine you being locked here
for the rest of the night, with the pressure slowly mounting."

"You wouldn't want that, would you?" she said, slightly tensing the inner
muscles of her thighs

"No...n..no mam," Came a sniffling cry

Joan could feel a few warm drops hit the back of her heels. Joan's breathing
started to quicken as she lightly pulsed her thighs. Her hand drifted to her
panty-covered vagina, and the place where it met the back of Josh's head. Her
own words were turning her on.

"Now, can you appreciate the gravity of your situation? And do you understand
the consequences of you not holding up the end of your deal?" She said
slightly tensing again.

"Y, yes mam," came the reply.

"Good, because if I see you leaving this house, Jenny and I will track you
down and bring you back to serve a full sentence between my punishers," She
said getting more and more aroused. If she didn't bring herself down, she was
going to cream on the back of his head and probably knock him out in the
process. Luckily, Jenny walked in.

"God, you're giving it to him again?" She cried.

"Oh, Jenny...No," Joan said snapping out of her trance. "I was just...uh,
negotiating a deal here with Josh."

"How are the negotiations going?" Jenny responded with a smile.

"Good. I think we've reached an agreement. Right sport?" she said slapping him
on the back and letting him out of her leg jail. With him still on his knees,
Joan jutted her hip to the side and pressed the side of his face to it, like a
little kid

"Joshy is gonna hang out in his room, while we do boring girl stuff," She said
lightly slapping the side of his face.

"God, I gotta change," said Joan hurriedly striding out of the room.
"Rememberrrr," she said sweetly patting her thighs at his door. Josh nodded as
Joan closed the door leaving him still on his knees.

"Look at you!" Joan said turning to admire her niece who was dressed in a
t-shirt, sneakers and a pair of track shorts.

"These are from track, like 3 years ago. They are a little small," Jenny said
picking at a little wedge.

"I think they look great." Responded Joan enthusiastically. She could
definitely see some shape and muscle underneath the slightly pudgy 14 year
old. Joan raced to throw on one of her trillion workout outfits and the girls
met outside in the backyard.

"Now, I'm just gonna show you some basics, but first we should limber up. This
is going to sound and look stupid but we should do some jumping jacks or high
knees to get the blood pumping. Come on there's no one around," she said
springing into action.

Jenny rolled her eyes and got to it. Joan noticed her niece's muscles flexing
as she worked. She had some shoulders and arms on her, and she definitely had
leg. With some training she would have more than enough to wrap up a teenaged
guy and put him out. Joan imagined her growing into a man-beater like herself.

After a few more minutes and a few yoga stretches, they got down to business.
Joan explained some basic principals of judo, ju-jitsu and general grappling,
focusing on how a woman's legs could be a great equalizer when it comes to
taking down a man.

"Basically, our goal is to wrap up with our legs and then work our way out to
secure an arm and then further out to bend a wrist or twist a finger if need
be," Said Joan. "Men are bigger. It's a fact, and we need to take advantage of
everything we can. It may seem cruel or like we're cheating, but when you're
trying to coral a 200 pound guy, a twist of a finger or the lock of a wrist
can be the only thing standing between you and an ass kicking."

Joan got down on the grass, inviting Jenny to do the same.

"We use the legs to hold and constrict. They can match the power of any boy's
arms. Then, we negate one of their arms, and then we can further secure at the
wrist or with a finger."

They got to work, with Joan demonstrating some basic arm bars, triangle holds
and various wrap-ups. Jenny remembered seeing these and much more last night.
Joan's plan was to arm her with three or four things, which would be
infinitely more than any kid on the street knew. With these basics she could
hold her own in a fight and take most people by surprise

"See, she told Jenny," lightly wrapping her up in a hold. "I can hold this all
night. Boys tend to come hard and fast, trying to deliver a knock out. We use
their aggression against them, tire them out and then turn the tables. They're
so stupid most of them. They'll flail and fight in a hold and end up
exhausted. You'll actually be able to feel them go slack. They'll just lie
there panting in between your legs. Just keep holding on, keep punishing and
they'll keep weakening."

Joan was amazed at her niece's natural ability. Joan offered herself up as a
practice dummy encouraging Jenny to use full force on her holds.

"Ughh," cried Joan, caught in a body scissor, "Your legs are gonna be real
boy-beaters. I feel sorry for them."

"Really! You think? I feel like I'm not even doing anything." Jenny replied
enthusiastically.

"Here let me show you. You gotta trust me," she said locking Jenny in a
triangle hold. She applied just enough pressure to bring jenny to the brink.

"Whaoo," Jenny said as Joan let her out of the hold.

"Started to see stars, didn't ya?" Said Joan beaming. "Imagine how easily you
can put someone out. I get a guy in a fight and I just keep knocking him out,
waking him up in different holds, and knocking him out again. Some of the boys
I used to wrestle would cry every time they came too. They would cry harder
when they realized that they were going out again."

"That is insane!" exclaimed Jenny. "I would love to do that to a few boys at
school."

They practiced more and more until they both worked up a good sweat. Jenny had
Joan in a classic head-scissor, working on bringing her inner thigh muscles to
life when it hit her.

"God this feels really good." She said dreamily. "I'm sorry I was squeezing so
hard, I just was imagining putting Josh in this hold and I just kind of...got
into it. It's so cool how the more pain you put them in, the more pleasure you
kinda get huh?" Said Jenny releasing the hold.

"Now you're catching on. If only more women knew. I don't want to be to gross,
but I used to cum all the time when I fought," said Joan in a low tone. "The
first time was an accident and then I started to do it on purpose, against
heads, necks, ribs, legs even. But I'm sure you can figure out what is the
best."

"The face!" said Jenny with a gleam in her eye. "That face scissor you put
Josh in last night was...was...divine. I felt it in me!"

"Totally awesome right?" responded Joan. "At first, when I was younger I tried
to hide what I was doing and make it seem like I was just putting a hold on
someone and that their face just happened to end up pressed against the seam
of my jean shorts. Then as I got older, I was like 'screw it'. I'm just gonna
hump their faces. I won. I want the spoils of victory and there's nothing they
can do about it."

"I might be too embarrassed," Responded Jenny. "I just couldn't make it that
obvious. It feels like I can get them from just wrestling though."

"You'll know when the time is right," said Joan getting up to her knees
"You'll get some kid an a tight schoolgirl. You're sitting on his neck
listening to him cough and sputter..."

She continued spreading her knees wide and imagining a trapped body. "...then
you'll just slide up and, bye, bye nose. All you'll see will be a pleading air
of eyes. Throw some Pat Benitar on your Walkman, and enjoy...There's nothing
like it!"

Joan was rhythmically pumping her hips back and fourth over her imagined
conquest.

"Hey 'I love the 80s'...what are you doing an 'air-pin?" Jenny said teasingly.

"Shut up," said Joan laughing. She playfully lunged at Jenny who quickly
maneuvered Joan into an arm bar.

"You got it Kid! You're a natural!...Ouch!" Jenny let up and the two got up
laughing and hugging.

"We've been drilling for like 3 hours," Said Joan surprised.

"I know. I could go for more," said Jenny bouncing on the balls of her feet,
sweat glistening her body.

"God to be 14 again! Your aunt needs a break," She said patting Jenny on the
back.

The two headed in and broke for a late lunch.

"So, you think you're ready to take on you know who," said Joan between bites.

"I don't know...I kinda think so." Said Jenny, "I mean I really want to. Do
you think I'm ready?"

"Normally, I'd say forget it. You don't learn judo in one day, and you do need
to take classes by the way," Said Joan forcefully, "But given the situation, I
think you are. If you just remember a basic hold when you're fighting him,
you'll be fine. Like I said, he's pretty weak and you're exceptionally strong.
I think given enough anger and without your inhibitions you could have beaten
him with no knowledge. Just get him in one hold, hang on and drain him. He
won't be able to escape."

Joan rose to take care of the dishes. "It can be scary when a raging guy is
coming at you. Just keep your cool and use your technique. You'll feel the
momentum change, and you'll know you have him, and then don't let up. Make him
suffer all night if you want. He deserves it."

"We do need a plan though," Joan continued.

"What do you mean," said Jenny.

"Well Joshy is scared shitless of me right now. He wouldn't dare lift a finger
against you with me around. Even if I was off somewhere in another part of the
house, he would probably smell a trap."

"He probably can't smell much more than you after what you did to his nose,"
Jenny said giggling.

"Yeah, yeah, be serious," said Joan, "You gotta have a plan. I took
boy-beating very seriously when I was a kid. Knowing where and when to trap
them, how to goad them into fights...all that."

"Cool, it's like a total hobby," exclaimed Jenny

"That's right, and you have to work at it," replied Joan. "So here's what we
do..."

to be continued...