Young Girl Justice.
by The " T.K.O Kidd " desio@adelphia.net
This girl may be but a teenager, but dealing with misbehaved guys is no problem for her..


Teen girl bully.

Hello my name is Michelle, but you can call me your little princess, but then
if your an older guy who likes younger girls, then you better be careful,
cause I hate such perverts as yourselfs, and you just may get your ass kicked
by me if your not careful. What ? You don't think that I can do it ? Well
little guy why don't you just bring yourself over to me, and we'll see how
fast you do get your ass kicked !

I may be just in Jr High, and just a young girl in her early teens, but it
gives me no greater pleasure then to corner some boy, and beat the living shit
out of him. It really turns me on when I see the boy tremble with fear, with
him knowing that he is about to get his ass kicked in front of all his buddies
by a girl. I just love to hear him cry, and beg me to stop punching him, and I
love it even more when his buddies around him realize that they wouldn't even
stand a chance against me in a fistfight. Why ? Because I choose to take on
the toughest of them, and bring that wimp of a boy to his knees crying, and
pleading for me to stop beating him up.

I consider myself a strong girl of only five foot five, and weighing no more
then a hundred, and thirty five pounds. I do alot while I'm in the gym class
at school, going through my exercises with excitement knowing how it will
build up my endurance. I also work out at home with my brother's weights, and
do have a pretty decent set of strong looking arms. My legs are probaly the
strongest part of my body, with them being thick, and solid. I may not look
like a teenage girl bodybuilder, but when a boy, or even a full grown man sets
his eyes on my young physique, he knows without any doubt in his mind that he
is looking at a very young, and strong girl. The older men mouths seem to
water with lust when seeing me in my tanktops that stop before my midsection.
I just love to wear those types of sport tops, causing some boys my age, and
older men to grow with excitement when seeing my young firm breasts push
proudly from beneath the fabric of the tank top. My stomach appears solid,
firm, and strong. I can imagine how much of a woody it gives these older guys
when they lust after my youthful body. Other girls, and even some of the
female faculty at school grow jealous with envy over me, knowing that I'm much
more of a better built girl then them. Even the female faculty of the school
with them being full grown women realize that I'm built better, and stronger
then them, and that I appear more pleasing then they do in front of their
older counterparts. Such perverts to think that they could take advantage of
just a young girl my age. Oh some day soon I will find an older man, one that
is old enough to be my father, and I will beat the living shit out of him, and
blacken both of his lustful eyes. Yes sirree that man is in for a real hard
time.

I have never fought with an older guy, but I believe I'm strong enough, and a
good enough fighter to kick an older man's ass. Gee.. I wonder what it would
feel like to hear a fullgrown man cry with tears as I would pound his face to
a pulp ? Hmmm... Well for him it would probaly be pretty humiliating getting
beaten up by a girl old enough to be his daughter. The problem maybe though,
where could I find an adult man to beat up ? Certainly not my daddy, he's been
too good to me, but it's perverts that I don't like; but I don't know any
personally. But I will be determined to find one, and when I do, that guy is
in for some real trouble, because I plan on kicking his ass good, and teaching
him a lesson. Then lets see if he gets fresh with some little girl afterwards
?

Did I tell you about this one time that I had an older boyfriend that was in
highschool ? Well we were out on a date one evening, and he goes, and decides
to drive out into the country taking me up unto a hilltop. The spot where he
drove us too was a secluded area that couldn't be seen by other cars, being
some distance from the main road. There is where he thought he could get fresh
with me. But this boy was taught a lesson very early in knowing me, and it was
about that time, that after we were parked that he tried to lay his hands on
my breasts, and that was when I punched him as hard as I could in his face.
You should of seen this guy, with eyes filled with surprise as he held his
bleeding nose, and was close to crying like a big sissy. Well I guess that he
didn't like having his feelings hurt so he tried to get rough with me after I
punched him the first time. He called me a little bitch, and told me that I
was going to pay for that little trick. Trick ? Hmmm... He was a funny boy,
cause when he grabbed ahold of me in the car, hoping for his payback, I began
kicking his ass right there in the front seat of his own automobile.

He cried like a little girl as I slammed his head against the headrest of his
seat. Then he cried even louder when I managed to pull myself untop of him
straddling him while he sat pinned beneath me in the drivers seat, while I
threw a hearty series of alternating punches into his face.. " Bitch,, bitch ?
I'll show you a bitch, " I cried as I drilled his face with my hard balled up
fists. Brad was his name, and you should of heard him cry ? Sheesssh... Brad
was a senior in school, and that night when I had beaten the shit out of him
in his own car, he sounded more like a crybaby grade school boy getting beaten
up by an older girl. Just before I stopped kicking his ass, I took myself from
straddling him, and took my place on the passenger side of the car, taking my
seat. Brad could only cup his face, with his nose, and mouth bleeding
profusely crying like some little school girl with his head lowered. Well that
was when I had enough of his crybaby ways. I then took my left hand, and took
Brad by the back of his head grasping a fistful of his hair, and slammed his
face as hard as I could into his steering wheel, and warned him to just shut
the hell up, and quit his damn whining. Oh... he did quieted down after some
time of balling like a big baby.

I couldn't take it no more when he begged in tears not to hurt him no more,
saying things like, " I'm sorry Michelle... I'm really sorry... pleaseee...
don't hurt me no more.. pleaseeeeee.... " " OK, Brad I'll stop... only if you
drive over to the Community center, where all of your friends like to hang
out, and let them see what I did to your face, and untop of that, your going
to tell them that I was the one who did it, or else ! " I demanded him. Brad
then began balling all over again, and pleading with me asking me not to make
him do that. That is when I hauled off, and slapped him across his face, and
said as he cried even louder in tears, " Boy you will do that, or else I'm
going to pull you from this car, and give to you the beating of your life! Now
what's it gonna be boy !?! " Brad agreed quickly to my demands. I guess he
knew that I wasn't playing with him. " Teehee.. hee... Brad is actually afraid
of me now ! " I thought to myself.. " Sheesssh.. what a pussy! "

After I pulled some kleenexs from his glove compartment, and aided him with
stopping his mouth, and nose from bleeding. I told Brad it was now time for
that little drive to the Community center. Brad looked pitiful sitting there
behind the wheel trying to nervously start the engine of the car. "
Sheesssh... Brad you really do need to calm down, and pull yourself together,
and stop that crying, or else your going to make me believe that your trying
to avoid this whole thing. " I told him. Brad did get his car started, and we
were off to the Community center for his further humiliation. I then told
Brad, as I looked at his swelling black eyes, and his mouth that was busted,
opened some, and swelling with bruising, " When you get home Brad, you should
put something on those swellings, such as a icepack or something, because
right now you don't look too good! " I then told Brad, and warned him, if he
was to ever try something like this again, like trying to get fresh with me in
his parked car, that I would beat his ass nearly to an inch of his life the
next time!

Well we arrived at the Community center, and it turned out that a large crowd
of highschool students were standing out in front of it, with a few of Brad's
friends there. I told Brad to pull slowly up to the front of where the
highschool kids were standing, and come to a park, in which Brad did. Oh..
Brad is being such a good little boy now doing as he was told. The first two
guys to make it to the drivers side of the car, and tapping on Brad's window
were two of his best buddies, Sam, and Dave. " Ok.. Brad you can roll down
your window now, or do I have to kick you sissy ass in front of your friends
here ? " I warned him, as I could see that he was trying to avoid the
confrontation with Sam, and Dave. Such a good little boy Bradley was, he
obeyed me again.

" What in the hell happened to you Brad !?! " Dave asked him adding an
exclamation point to his question. " Tell them Bradley dear... " I told him,
as I could see that he didn't want too. " Sheesssh... Brad really you don't
have to start crying now all over again. I told you I was done with beating
you up if you admitted to your friends, that I was the one who fucked your
face up... " Brad was balling like a baby again, but this time he was crying
in front of his two friends outside of his opened car window. Brad managed to
squeek out in tears before Sam, and Dave telling them that I was the one that
had beat his ass, and left him with two swelling black eyes, and a busted
mouth, that was swollen also. " What !?! " Sam exclaimed, " Michelle did this
too you !?! " Brad whined his answer again to his two friends telling them
once more that I did his face a number, then Brad had asked me in tears if it
was alright to go now, in which I told him it was now OK to leave, being
sastisfied with his obedience to me.

As we pulled away from the Community center leaving Sam, and Dave behind, I
noticed the two of them walking up to a group of other older kids laughing,
and seeing the crowd of kids breaking out in laughter with them.

With Brad, and I now being on our way home, I told him that we could date
again sometime, but that the next time he was going to be more of a gentlman,
and be on his better behaviour, keeping his hands to himself. I could see Brad
having no problem with my wishes, but I wasn't sure if Brad ever wanted to go
out with me again, after all of the humiliation I had put him through on that
first date of ours... Well time will tell if Brad still likes me ?

" Oh.. yeah... That older father type guy, has an ass kicking coming too when
I run into such a pervert! "

The end...

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