For honor, and respect.
by The "T.K.O Kidd" desio@adelphia.net
In a case of a disrespectful stepson, he's taught an important lesson by his stepmother.


Hard, and in charge!

Tim could never see what his father saw in the woman he recently married. A
woman that Tim considered appeared to look like a man more so then his dad.

Really though that was only in Tim's opinion. Claire was quite the contrary,
when it came to her womanly attractiveness. Grant it Claire was a couple of
inches taller then Tim's father, with her standing five foot nine, and a half,
while outweighing her husband by twenty pounds or so. Claire weighed a
hundred, and sixtynine pounds, but built very attractively.

Claire's biceps flexed hard, after a good pump measured close to sixteen
inches, and her traps, and shoulders appeared just as strong. Another awesome
asset was Claire's ripped, and rockhard abs. Claire's abdomen muscles would
ripple with the evidence of strength that they possessed as she would walk in
her natural gaite, and while going about doing her housework in a sports bra
like top, that would make your mouth water as you would look up a little
further from her stomach muscles to catch a view of her pleasently firm size
breasts, that weren't overly large in contrast to the rest of Claire's fine
muscular physique.

Then to take your eyes if you could from Claire's upperbody, and probe them
downward to her legs, if you were so forunate to catch her in a pair of
shorts, or a pair of spandex. You would see a set of the most beautiful thick
muscular thighs, and lower legs that you could set your eyes upon.

Tim's dad definately knew what he liked in Claire. What Tim's dad saw was a
strong confindent woman in Claire, even though his son didn't see it the same
in the woman he chose to marry.

Well Tim decided to let his opinion of his father's wife be known to his dad.

Tim was a junior in highschool, and ran track, and field for his school as a
starter, and it was on his way home from a scrimmage meet that he decided that
he would confront his father with his own opinion that he held towards his
stepmother that he really didn't care for.

Tim stepped through the front door of his home, and went about looking for his
dad, but his dad was nowhere present, nor was his stepmother.

Tim considered going to the basement where his stepmom had a workout area set
up for herself, but considered that his dad wouldn't be there since his dad
did little to exercise at all. "Sheessh," Tim thought, "Claire worked out in a
gym on a regular basis, and done enough with the free weights, in the basement
to exhaust his father several times over, if not himself."

Tim though could never figure out why his stepmother would keep a ring set up
for in the basement. Tim figured that a wrestling ring, or a boxing ring on
the other hand was used just for that, wrestling, and boxing. What would his
stepmom need a ring setup for.

Well what Tim didn't know was that his dad enjoyed the closeup physical combat
of wrestling with his wife, or the sport of some playful boxing. Well Tim was
soon to find out about his dad's type of enjoyment.

"Hmmm,, it sounds as if some man is struggling in pain downstairs?" Tim
thought to himself, as he stood by the basement door, deciding now whether he
should go down or not. What Tim thought was even more strange was that he
thought he could hear a man weeping.

Tim chose to go downstairs into the basement, but quietly. It was halfway
through his descent of the basement stairwell, that he came to a sudden hault.

What stopped Tim was the little view he had being able to see into the
wrestling ring. Tim looked in shock, feeling that he was going unoticed from
the company that was in the ring. What Tim saw was his father lying trapped
between his stepmother's thighs, with her squeezing him hard.

Tim didn't want to be found out that he was easedropping on his father, so he
stood quietly upon the steps, not wanting to be caught, by his dad, or by
Claire, that he was peeking in on them.

Tim's dad was obviously in some serious pain, with his face tighting up in
some misery, glowing a beat red. "Dad, why don't you just have her release you
if it hurts so much?" Tim thought, of asking his dad, who he was spying on,
and seeing his father in tears made Tim consider making himself known, but Tim
held his silence.

Claire spoke to Felix, her husband, Tim's dad, and said, "Please dear, you
know you can't escape, and it will hurt alot more if you want to be so
stubborn in not submitting, honey tap-out please, i don't want to seriously
injure you, and you know i could, but won't let you go until i hear a verbal
submission, or a feel tap from you.."

"Tap dad, for crying outloud tap!" Tim wanted to cry out, but didn't.

Claire then forced her thighs tighter about her husbands chest, causing them
to swell up even larger, and making them appear even more muscular, nearly
scaring Tim shitless. Felix's eyes widened in agony due to Claire adding the
sudden force of thigh pressure about his chest, and as he was close to not
breathing at all, and gasping, he managed to weeze out painfully at a low
gasping tone, while lightly tapping his wife's thigh, "Ok, stop pleaseee.."

Claire released her husband from her thighs, and allowed him to sob on the
gyms mat. Claire then said to her husband, "Sheessh Felix, i hope your smarter
the next time, cause i could of really hurt you badly. Are you going to be OK
dear?"

"Yes,, yesss,,, honey i'll be alright..." Felix said while still crying a
little in pain, "I'll be just fine..."

"Well when you recuperate there sweetie, go and take care of yourself, hon..."
Claire advised her husband.

Tim then saw his dad get painfully to his feet, holding himself near his
chest, and ribcage area. It was when Tim saw his dad finishing up kissing his
stepmother lightly on the lips, while he still hugged his body in pain, that
Tim thought it best to quietly go back upstairs, into the livingroom, making
it appear as if he knew nothing of what he had just witnessed.

Tim sat upon the sofa with the tv now turned on, when he saw his dad walking
his way towards the livingroom. Tim's dad though avoided going into the
livingroom, turning to the stairwell that led upstairs, with Tim lowering his
head some in shame, that he now held towards his father.

After Tim's dad vanished from his sight with him now upstairs, Tim decided
that it was time to ask his dad why, but first, a rage welled up in Tim, and
that rage was towards his stepmother who was still in the basement. Tim then
decided that he would confront Claire first, but his questioning his stepmom,
wasn't going to be as nice as it would be when confronting his dad.

Tim's dad licked his wounds upstairs with some satisfaction, and slowly went
about refreshing himself some, in the bathroom, with taking a short shower.
Exhaustion, and an incredible soreness, though played the better part on
Felix, with Felix deciding he needed some rest on the bed. Felix's physical
state of being worn completely down to practically nothing due to the
punishing scissors he recieved from his wife not long ago, caused him to pass
out upon his bed, taking him into a deep slumber, for the rest of the night.

Tim made his way towards the basement door slowly, considering just how he was
going to present himself to his stepmother, but allowed the thought of
inquiring with her politely leave him. Tim then made his way downstairs in the
basement where his stepmother still was.

Claire lifted her eyes to Tim in some displeasure, as she laid outstretched on
a workout bench, and spoke to Tim while rising from the bench with propping
herself up on one shoulder she asked, "Boy, do you have to be so loud when
coming down those stairs? You sound like some ox stomping around!"

Tim then answered Claire raising his voice some, and his irratation to Claire
was now obvious, to her with hearing his reply, "Please Claire, don't give me
none of your sorry shit, cause i'm in no mood for it, and don't even think
that i'm like my father, that i'll allow you to sickly dominate me, you
shemale!"

Claire then sat up on the bench taking herself into a seated position on it
quickly, and with her hands on her hips, glaring at Tim through fire filled
eyes, she returned to him asking angrily, "Son, what did you just call me,
tell me little boy, that you just didn't say that !?!"

"What Claire, that your some woman trapped in a man's body, and a freaky one
at that, you gorilla !?!" Tim replied with his voice rising a few notches.
Claire then rose to her feet even faster, with her starting towards Tim, who
was not budging from her at all. Claire though refrained herself from taking
ahold of her stepson, and did away with the thought of slapping the hell out
of him there in the basement, stopping just a foot or so in front of her
stepson.

"Boy you've got alot to learn, about showing someone some respect, and i'm
about to..." Claire though couldn't finish saying what she started, before Tim
started to turn away from her.

"Tim get your ass back here, i'm not finished talking to you yet!" Claire said
demanding Tim's attention.

"As far as i'm concerned you fucking bitch, you are!" Tim said hotly, just
before his stepmother roughly took him by the shoulder, with her right hand
turning him quickly about.

Tim froze momentarily in fear, as he got the feel of Claire's strong right
hand, and for the first time experiencing her strength. But Tim regained his
composure quickly, and in doing so he stood to Claire face to face, thinking
that if anything was to take place between his stepmother, and himself that he
was physically strong enough to handle the situation.

"Look little man, i don't like being called a shemale, let alone hearing the
word bitch directed towards me, now apologize or else!" Claire demanded.

"Or else what Mommy Magilla !?!" Tim returned asking. "You going to beat me
up,, hmmm,, like you did dad !?!"

Claire then spoke answering Tim, "Really Timothy, you nosey little boy, your
dad enjoys wrestling with me, and i didn't beat him up. I just made him submit
to me in a wrestling hold, like i could with you if your not careful !
Sheessh, i knew i heard someone coming down the basement steps, when having
some fun with your dad."

"Make me submit? Yeah right whatever! I'm not a wuss like my oldman!" Tim
replied.

Claire then spoke up again, calming herself down some, and made her stepson a
challenge asking him, "So would you like to try me on, there in that ring, and
try backing up that big disrespectful mouth of yours !?!"

Tim was speechless for a brief moment not knowing how to answer his
stepmother, with her looking from the corner of her eyes to the ring, while
still holding her attention on her stepson. Tim then said answering Claire,
"OK woman, and calling you a woman is an overstatement, because you remind me
of something out of a comic book. Lets say we do wrestle, and i beat you, in
which i will. What's the wager? You going to lay off of dad, and allow him to
recover from this sick fetish he has with wrestling you, after i put you in
your place !"

Claire laughed at Tim, and returned to him smiling, and answered him saying,
"Yeah Timmy, i'll give your daddy a break, but don't worry yourself little
boy, cause you won't even come close to beating me! But little man, when your
crying out in tears wanting me to stop hurting you, realising just how foolish
you were in accepting my challenge, i want you to show me some respect, and
more respect towards your father, because your dad is not a wuss! He just has
a certain taste for a strong woman, and knows how to enjoy wrestling with one,
unlike your little macho self. But i'm about to break that stubborn will of
yours down real quickly here!"

Tim then returned to his stepmother saying, "OK, deal! Where do we start !?!"

Claire laughed again at Tim, and said to him, "I guess your the kind of jock,
that only knows track, and field. We start in the ring, stupid! But first you
start, by getting into a pair of shorts. You'll find a pair in that locker
over there. Then you can step behind that divider, and get into them. When
your done getting dressed into suitable wrestling wear, we wrestle in that
ring, right over there !" Claire said finishing, and while pointing in the
direction of the basement ring she had set up for Tim's father, but had
thought little that she would ever be wrestling Tim in it, at anytime.

Tim ceased from saying anything more, and did as he was directed to, taking a
pair of sweatshorts from the small locker located in the corner of the
basement. When Tim finished dressing, he came out from behind the divider, in
the gray sweatshorts, with no shirt nor shoes of any kind on.

"Hmmm,, not a bad build for a young boy.. I see you work out some in the
school gym, and running track has done your legs well. But please little man,
don't even think for one second that you'll have anything on me !" Claire said
finishing, noticing Tim's lean muscular physique.

Tim definately looked healthy with his athletic body that he worked hard for
during his Jr High, and HighSchool years, having wrestled some in school as
well. Tim though excelled more so in track, and field, even though he wasn't a
bad wrestler, his interest went more towards running, with running track, and
field being his sport of choice.

Claire stood with confidence in the center of the ring, tall, hard, and
strong, waiting for Tim to enter. Even though Tim's body was strong, and
defined well, with packing on some considerable muscle of his own, Claire
appeared to be much stronger then him in her physical appearance.

Claire's hardened chisled out physique, of nothing but solid muscles shown
sharply as she stood there in a two piece blue bikini, with her watching Tim
take himself into the ring entering through the top, and second rope.

"Well now are we ready for some wrestling little man ?" Claire asked Tim. "You
could save yourself alot of hurting, and tears, if you just decide to
apologise now, and begin with showing your dad, and i some respect, or else
you will be hurting for certain, and hurting more, if you want to be stubborn
through your lesson, i'm about to teach you!"

"No fucking way, you sheAPE!" Tim said angrily.

Tim wasted no time in making the first move, with him driving into Claire with
the full weight of his upperbody, taking her hard into the corner of the ring.
Tim just stood a half an inch shorter then his stepmother, but weighed maybe
four to six pounds less then her. Tim's close to equal size, and present
surprise attack on Claire wasn't enough to hold up.

Tim now felt a surge of adrenaline flow through him, but felt the unmistakable
strength that his stepmother possessed, with him trying to pull more of an
advantage over her, by taking his arms beneath hers, to where he could gain
the leverage on her, wanting to turn her about away from the corner post, and
lifting her from her feet, thus wanting to slam her bodily into the mat. Tim
figured, if the woman is stupid enough to wrestle a man's sport, she would
have to suffer physically for that stupidity, but it was Tim that was about to
find out, that a woman could wrestle, and wrestle well with the proof being
positive in her favor.

The opposite plan of attack worked itself in the other direction, with Tim's
stepmother reversing his attempt. Instead of Tim taking his stepmother as he
has planned out in his mind, it was Claire, that wrapped her thick muscular
upperarms about Tim, taking him into a bearhug, just below his chest, lifting
him off of his feet. Claire watched Tim's eyes fill with a sudden surprise as
she walked him slowly away from the corner post, into the center of the ring,
holding him tightly in the bearhug, with his feet still elevated from the mat.

"OK weak little boy, one last chance. Give it up now, and mommy gorilla here
won't hurt you!" Claire said with the tone of a tease in her voice.

"Go fuck yourself, you tramp!" Tim said, with finding it difficult to speak,
while weakening some within' his stepmother's painful grasp she had about his
upperbody.

Suddenly Tim's upper torso jerked back violently with Claire tightening her
bearhug on him with an incredible force of pressure. Claire's biceps swelled
up hard, with muscles that she thought she never had. Mind you Claire knew of
the muscles she did possess, but now she was watching her own biceps increase
with more size then she had seen before. Claire's anger grew hot against Tim,
not wanting to hear one more insult come from his mouth, and she delighted
seeing her biceps swell hard, with them digging even harder like hard iron
into the sides of his body.

"IIIiiieeeaaahhhggGGG!!!" Tim cried out loudly in pain, with his head falling
back. Tim felt like crying suddenly now, with feeling as though his stepmother
was about to break him completely in half, with the punishing bearhug she had
him in. Tim felt nothing that was closer to extreme pain then what he was
feeling now, with himself being held tightly within' Claire's still growing
upperarms.

Tim felt an incredible ammount of pain surge through his upperbody, and chest,
as his stepmom's biceps increased in size, driving themselfs hard into the
sides of his body. Yet there was nothing Tim could do, as he felt himself
weakening quickly between what felt like to him, two steel walls enclosing
hard about him. The pressure, and the pain that Tim was now experiencing was
beyond his own imagination, with tears filling his eyes, Tim began crying like
a baby, yet barely able to breathe, but still unable to allow his will to be
broken by a woman, let alone by his stepmother who he hated.

"Give it up Tim, your beaten, and you know it!" Claire said confindently as
she looked into Tim's feverish red face. Tim refused to answer his stepmom,
even though he knew she was right, and even though his cheeks stung sore with
hot tears, Tim still refused to submit.

Tim cried in agony as his stepmother tightened her bearhug some, just before
she dropped him to the mat, releasing him from the punishing hold.

Tim's body fell heavily to the floor with a thud. Claire stood with
confindence over Tim as he lied sprawled on the ring mat, clutching his body,
trying his best to comfort himself. Claire waited for Tim to recover some, to
see what type of a response she would get from him, but when she saw Tim
beginning to rise to his feet, with the intention of going at her again, she
quickly slipped around behind him, taking him into a reverse chokehold.

Tim was taken again, and felt himself grow sick, and panic overswept him as
his stepmom fell backwards onto the mat taking him with her while still
entrapped in her chokehold. Claire's upperbody was able to take the fall onto
the mat, with her falling onto her back. Claire thanked herself for all of the
hard working out, that added the thick layers of muscles that padded her back,
helping her to be able to endure the fall, along with the impact of Tim's body
falling ontop of hers.

Tim found himself in a worse situation now, with himself being barely able to
breathe, but it would only grow worse now for Tim. Claire then parted her
legs, and welcomed Tim between her pythonian like killer thighs. Tim's dimming
eyes watched in horror, as his stepmother locked her legs about him, at her
ankles, and wept some more, as she started to slowly apply the pressure of a
painful scissors about him.

Slowly Claire continued with the pace of squeezing Tim with her thighs,
causing her thighs to ripple thick with layers of pulsating muscles, and her
innerthighs began to thicken even more in size, against Tim's pain racked
body.

Tim felt as though his very life was now threatened by a killer
boaconstrictor, as Claire worked him hard within' the scissors. The
compression of Claire's innerthigh muscles against Tim's ribs, shortened his
breath to nearly a standstill, with him being barely able to breathe at all.
Tim tried inhaling the precious lost substance known as oxygen, back into his
hurting lungs, but could only manage to gasp in a few shortened breaths.

The constriction of Claire's innerthigh muscles pressing hard into Tim's ribs
caused him to nearly go into shock. Tim now began feeling his ribcage bow
slowly inwardly from the increased pressure that Claire was applying to him
with the thick swelling muscles of her hardening innerthighs, causing him to
cry with tears of anguish, and agony.

"Please Tim, give it up, i really don't want to hurt you like this, and i know
it must be painful. Do you have so much ego, and pride, that you'll allow
yourself a serious injury, to prove yourself a man? Really Tim, please submit,
and honor my request in asking some respect from you..." Claire asked politely
now of Tim.

Tim senses of reality was fading, but he began to take his stepmother's
suggestion seriously, as he felt that at any moment his ribs could give
quickly to the bonecrushing strength, that his stepmother possessed in her
powerful legs. A moment of relief, and came over Tim, with Claire relieving
him of some of the pressure she had about him, allowing Tim some air, to voice
his submission to her. Suddenly Tim regained a proper form of thinking, with
him now beginning to make a rationable decision, and cried out weakly in tears
to his stepmother, "Pleaseee,,, stop hurting me,, i'll submit to you, and give
in to your requests, please just don't hurt me no more..."

Claire smiled within' herself satisfied that her stepson Tim was smart enough
to know when he was finally beaten, and with hearing Tim cry out his
submission to her in tears, she released him from his agony, allowing him
freedom from her scissors, and from the restraint of his head that she had
firmly held him in with the reverse chokehold, that she previously decreased
in pressure, only wanting to restain his head from any movement while she
taught him the painful lesson between her scissoring thighs.

Tim lied on the mat sore, and hurting something terribaly, while taking in
deeps sobs of pain, somewhat relieved it was over, but was now hoping that his
deep hurting body would somehow be comforted.

Claire wasn't the type of woman that would hurt a man purposely, nor a young
adult boy such as Tim was, but wasn't about to take any disrespect from a man
or boy. Claire was happy that her husband knew the difference, and happy that
her husband loved her for being her. Claire was also hoping that the same
would come from Tim, her stepson, only wanting a mother, and son relationship
between the two of them, and hopefully would get, hoping that she wouldn't
have to take Tim to school again.

The end.

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