The Troublemaker
By Pygmalion


    A little bit of a back story here before I turn things over to
Savannah.  Savannah's mom is quite influential in the small Mormon town
they reside in.  She seemed to have the world by the tail up until a year
ago from the time this altercation took place.
    What happened was these new neighbors moved in.  The father is hardly
ever home and the mother kicked off when Daphnee was 4 years old. 
Daphnee is the name of the "troublemaker" in this story.  I personally
wouldn't have a problem with Daphnee.  Her and her Avril Lavigne
getup,skateboarding, and her Eminem music. 
    The reason I mentioned those things is because those are the things
that Savannah's mom holds against Daphnee.  She's appalled at Daphnee's
wardrobe, and her skate boarding.  She figures girls aren't suppose to do
those things.  As far as the Eminem music goes she really is offended by
the lyrics.  According to her white people shouldn't be doing hip hop.
    Before Daphnee arrived in this Mormon town these folks were so
religious that they had never heard of Eminem, because MTV doesn't exist
in this town.  Savannah's mom is on the PTA and has a lot of stroke, so
she took it upon herself to give Daphnee a hard time.  By trying to get
certain music banned in the school and by getting a dress code.
   All was going Savannah's mom's way until the ACLU stepped in.  I
myself don't care for those hypocrites but in this case I have to side
with them.  Before anyone knew it the boys were wearing jeans and
t-shirts along with bleaching their hair white yo.  The girls were
wearing the same type of clothes that Daphnee wore, and some of them even
took up skateboarding.  Truthfully I myself frown upon people being
clones; however that is their God-given gift to exercise such free will.
    Needless to say this sent the town up on its ear.  Savannah's mom was
consider a leader in the town by many and looked to her to do something. 
Despite having control and power trip issues Savannah's mom subsided.  In
secret she wished for the opprotunity to take that undisciplined little
brat across her lap and give her a dose of discipline.  That wouldn't be
too hard to picture seeing how Savannah's mom is 43 years old at 6'1" and
185 pounds.  Whereas Daphnee is barely 18 years old at 5'1" and a mere 83
pounds.
    With that I will now turn things over to Savannah.
 
    I had a pool party at my house one Saturday this past summer.  Five
of my friends that I grew up with and even attend college with came
over.  We are all 20 years of age and athletic.
    We were in my backyard wrestling around in our bikinis.  Since
physically we are all evenly matched neither of us dominated.  After
awhile things were starting to get boring until mom came out wearing a
pink satin bathrobe.  Our little battle royal came to a complete stop
because we thought for sure we were going to get a lecture on how ladies
don't act this way.
    "Do you young ladies care if I play too?"
    We all stared blankly at her then at each other.  Mom has always been
such an etiqutte lady.  No one would ever have guessed that back in the
days before I was born mom was quite the Female super jock.
    We weren's just surprised that mom would stoop and join our charade
but we were also a little intimidated.  At 5'10" I am the tallest of my
friends and even I'm 3 inches shorter than she is.
    "Sure."
    I just shrugged after looking at my friends.
    "Truthfully I don't care for this battle royal thing.  Do any of you
young ladies care to go one on one."
    We all just gasped, and looked at each other shaking our heads.
    "I will."
    A female voice came from the backyard of my next door neighbor.  We
all turned and looked at the petty little sight on the otherside of the
fence.  It was Daphnee, mom's favorite person in the world and I mean
that sarcastically.  Daphnee was just barely 18 and fresh out of high
school.  She is also a lot smaller than my friends and I let alone my
mother.
    "Well come on over."
    My mom invited her anyway.  I never thought of my mom as being a
bully but she was really pushing the envelope in this case.  Daphnee
hopped over the fence effortlessly.  She really didn't look ready to
wrestle in her t-shirt and baggy pants and sandles.
    She went straight toward mom an stood in front of her.  My friends
and I were giggling at the thought of these two wrestling each other. 
Mom visually sized her up and smirked.
    "You need to take off your sandles as well as your tie and those
things on your wrist."
   While Daphnee was removing her accessories mom flung her arms out
straight out at each side.  She threw her head back.
    "Servants disrobe me."
    Two of my friends eagerly complied with "queen" mom's command which
was more of a request.  Watching the robe being removed from my mom was
like watching the unveiling of a sacred ivory statue of a beauty
goddess.  My friends and I weren't surprised to see mom's glorious body
because she has swam with us before, but Daphnee gasped and had a look of
surprise on her face seeing mom stand so tall and proud in her two piece
pink bikini top.
    She looked at my friends and I as if to be thinking "Do I really have
to wrestle this woman?"  Seeing her turn her head toward us I noticed
mom's breast were bigger than Daphnee's head and that is no exaggeration.
    "You can bow out if you'd like Daphnee.  We won't hold it against
you."
    I informed her.  Truthfully I was feeling a little nervous knowing
how much animosity mom holds against her.  I have never seen my mom get
violent with anyone nor had any desire to see here start, but at the
sametime I figured Daphnee was so overmatched that mom would probably
just toy with her and humiliate her a little.
   "No that's okay."
   Daphnee said and turned her attention back to mom.  It had to hurt her
neck looking up at mom because mom is a foot taller than her.
    " Are you ready?"
    "I am if you are."
    " Well since your so small go ahead and make the first move."
    Mom invited standing in rather stoic arrogance with her hands on her
hips.  What happened next caught all of us by surprise.  Daphnee stooped
down and grabbed mom's ankles.  She yanked mom's feet out from
underneath.  My 6'1" 185 pound mom went crashing to the lawn on her rump.
    At first she didn't move but only sat on the lawn blinking her big
blue eyes in disbelief.  She started to push herself up.  I thought for
sure Daphnee made a mistake by not pouncing on my prone mother.  Instead
she just stood and watch my towering mother rise to her feet like a
phoenix rising from the ashes.
    "Well I guess I'm going to have to get a little more serious with
you."
    "Well come on then make a move."
    Mom accepted the little light brown haired 18 years old brazen
invitation by making a grab for her.  Daphnee darted out of the way and
stepped behind mom and gave her a quick slap on the bottom.  Mom let out
a squeal of surprise and gave Daphnee a dirty look. 
    Mom made another grab for Daphnee.  Much to our surprise Daphnee
stepped forward and grabbed mom by the wrist.  She twisted it and bent
mom's hand to her forearm backward.  Mom's bicep bulged in the struggle.
    At first it looked like an arm wrestling match.  We were all
surprised at how well the skinny girl next door was holding her own
against this femininly refined looking body builder of a woman that mom
is.  Mom started to gain the advantage in the struggle.
    Daphnee stepped into mom sideways and used both hands to bend mom's
hand to forearm backward again.  With her foot she reached in between
mom's legs and used that foot to sweep one of mom's legs out from
underneath her.  Mom dropped to one knee.
    Even on one knee mom was still as tall as Daphnee.  Daphnee still
maintained the leverage she needed and with mom on one knee and her body
in such an awkward position Daphnee was able to take mom's arm all the
way behind her and hammerlock it behind her back.  Daphnee didn't stop
there.  She jumped up on mom's back and wrapped her legs around mom's
waist.
    She held mom like that for a few minutes, so much so that I was able
to take a visual survey of their size difference.  I couldn't believe
what was happening at this point.  Daphnee was in complete control of my
much bigger mom.  I mean mom's head alone seemed bigger than Daphnee's
entire body.
    Finally Daphnee released the hammerlock hold but kept her one arm
wrapped around mom's throat and her legs around mom's waist.  She took
her thumb and drove it into the side of mom's neck.  She must have hit a
pressure point because mom's eyes became glassy and she yelled out in
pain.
    Quite the odd sight seeing this petty little girl making a gorgeous
giantess of a woman scream out in pain.  Had it not been my mom I
probably would've found the sight quite humorous.  After a short bit
Daphnee kissed my mom on the cheek and did a little nibble on her ear
followed by a whisper.
    Mom's eyes got real big and she somehow found the strength to stand
up.  She started scurrying around trying to get the little tyrant off her
back.  Finally mom was successful when she grabbed two handfuls of
Daphnee's long dish water blonde hair and flipped her head over heels
across her shoulder.
    It was a bit of a struggle because Daphnee kept her legs wrapped
tightly around mom's waist.  Even though mom flipped her off her back
Daphnee still kept a pretty good hold of mom and didn't go flying through
the air or crash land on our lawn.  No instead she was just in front of
mom with her legs wrapped around mom's waist and her hands locked
together around the back of mom's neck.
    Once again I felt the need to inform my friends that mom was just
fooling around with her.  Mom started pushing Daphnee off of her.  The
struggle was so strenous that once Daphnee was shoved off mom's pink
bikini top came off.
    What happened was during the struggle Daphnee let go of mom's neck
and grabbed a hold of mom's bikini top.  She was wearing one of those
bikini tops that lock behind the back and material hugs the back of the
neck.  Daphnee grabbed a hold of each side of the upper material.
    Mom just stood there topless.  To my surprise she didn't even try
covering up she only verbally scolded Daphnee, who was on the lawn on her
rump holding mom's bikini top in her hand, and accused her of doing that
on purpose.  Daphnee didn't deny it she only stood up and asked mom what
she was going to do about it.
    Mom didn't make any verbal threats she just took a swipe at her
little target.  The problem was her little target was much quicker and
mom was obviously not a boxer despite her athletic build.  My friends
started laughing a bit at my mom's big bouncing breast.  Mom has always
been a pretty decent sized woman.  I noticed from her pictures before
having me her breast weren't quite so large as they are now.  After
having my brother her breast really seemed to balloon.
    Mom ended up taking seven more thunderous swipes at Daphnee.  Each
one of them missed two.  Mom swung so hard I could hear her heaving
grunts of effort and matching in tone high pitched sighs of frustration
after each miss.  Not only that but there were 3 different times where
mom spun completely around as a result of the impact at which she was
throwing her punches.  Like I said she obviously was no boxer.
    Her large breast bounced around and my friends kept laughing at the
sight of them.  Truthfully for me this was becoming quite embarrassing. 
I looked over and noticed a certain look in the eyes of a couple of my
friends that didn't set well with me.  They just happened to be the 2
that disrobed mom at her request. 
    They were eyeing mom in the same manner that I've seen guys eye us. 
I guess that explains why they were so eager to disrobe mom.
    "Is your mom still just toying with her?"
    One of my other friends asked in a tone mixed with both sarcasm and
disgust after mom's sixth missed punch.  I could only shrug in disbelief
at what I was seeing.  The eighth punch mom staggered around while
Daphnee darted around more so than the previous 7 punches.  She was
trying to elude mom's big body.
    I couldn't blame her because if mom bumped into her it would probably
knock Daphnee over and mom would probably fall on top of her from the
collision.  Mom finally regained her balance and Daphnee stopped darting
around.  They both brushed the hair back out of their eyes.
    "That's the problem she couldn't see."
    I announced to my friends.
    "Well if that's what you wanna believe."
    Four of them said in unison.  The one that I talked to after mom's
sixth punch just walked away shaking her head in disgust.  I noticed mom
was breathing heavier than Daphnee.  In fact Daphnee was just barely
breaking a sweat and on this hot summer day.  Mom didn't try any more
punches but stood looking down at Daphnee in disbelief. 
    Daphnee took a boxer's poise that was much better than mom's I have
to admit.
    "Now its my turn."
    Mom's eyes got real big as she turned her body as if she were going
to runaway.  She obviously was scared and didn't want to fight anymore. 
Daphnee clocked her in the chin and from there went on an unbelievable
assault with her small fist on my much bigger mother.
    She clocked mom over and over again.  I can't tell you how many times
because I lost count.  She managed to hit mom just about everywhere. 
Shoulders, arms,face, eyes, mid-section, chin, both jaws, and even
breast.
    It was a real herendous sight it was as if mom couldn't move out of
the way fast enough and it seemed like all she could do is holler, moan,
sigh, or even cough at the mid-section punches while retreating on her
heels.  This was quite the awkward sight seeing this little twerp 2 years
younger than me making my mom and her goddess like build retreat on her
heels.  Mom did try to defend herself at first by batting down Daphnee's
punches with her hands, but the little psycho was so quick mom fanned on
that too.
    Her head jarred back and forth and side to side while her hair
whipped around.  Finally mom just fell down.  What would happen next
would just top everything else.
    Mom rolled over on to her hands and knees and tried crawling away. 
Daphnee wedgied mom's pink bikini bottom into her butt.  Mom squealed and
stopped long enough while trying to dig the bikini bottom out from her
butt that Daphnee took her belt from her pants.
    Her pants were so baggy that immediately they fell down around her
knees.  She didn't seem to care she just started spanking mom's butt with
her belt.  Its not everyday you see a 6'1" 185 pound buxom/statesque 43
year old woman get her butt beat with a belt by some puny 5'1" 83 pound
18 year old.
   Despite mom crying out for Daphnee to stop I didn't interfere because
I was both shocked and scared.  The 2 friends that seemed to like mom's
bouncing breast earlier looked as if they were relishing this sight and
one of them was even licking her lips.  One of them had her hands cuffed
over her mouth and her face was beet red.  She obviously was laughing. 
My other friend was a true friend.  She put her hand on my shoulder and
looked at me all teary eyed.
    "Sorry."
   Was all she could whisper.  She explained a couple of days later that
she felt guilty for not helping mom out, but I informed her that I too
was afraid of little Daphnee.  After seeing how easily she handled mom I
would fear what she would be able to do to me.
    The only good thing I could say aobut this was that my 11 year old
little brother wasn't here to watch his mom get massacred by some girl
just 7 years older than him.  He and dad were gone away for the week at
some father and son fantasy baseball camp.  Truthfully being only 11 the
experience would probably be more traumatic for him than it was for me.
    By now mom had scurried around so much on her hands and knees that
while giving chase Daphnee's pants fell all the way down to her ankles. 
She tripped and fell.  Mom pushed herself up and ran into the house
bawling her head off.
    Daphnee stood back up and turned her attention to us.  Right away I
noticed a wet spot on the front of her undies.  It hadn't rained in days
and I'm pretty certain at her age she has better control over her bladder
than this, so that left only one other option the little pervert got off
on doing this to mom.  She pulled her pants back up and looped her belt
back in.
    "Well that was fun."
    That little snip if I thought I could I would slap her around.  She
skipped away and along the way back to her yard she stopped long enough
to pick up mom's torn bikini top.
    "This makes a nice trophy to add to my collection."
   She said to herself as she skipped on away home.  Things just haven't
been the same since.  I now only have one friend.  Mom and I have a hard
time even looking at each other let alone saying much.
    We both just too embarrassed to do so.  Dad nor my brother has ever
been told about the incident, but I think my dad is getting a little
suspicious.  Seeing how mom has resigned as president of the PTA and her
town council board membership.  I am so concerned about her because I've
never known her to satisfy herself as just being Suzy homemaker.
    As far as my former friends and friend goes they actually didn't tell
anybody about the incident.  They either figured no one would believe
them, or they were too ashamed, or as for my two former perverted friends
they probably would like to keep this little incident to themselves.  A
form of their own private pleasure.
    As for my little neighbor.  It turns out her dad is a widower that is
a retired special forces colonel who's M.O. was teaching hand to hand
combat to special forces troops. He was also boxing champ of his
battallion.  he obviously taught Daphnee a thing or two.  To top it off
she has 4 older brothers that are in special forces as well and they
probably toughened her up a bit as a kid.  Poor mom never stood a chance.
    I found all of this out from my dad.  He and the Colonel got to
talking one day while working on their vehicles.  He seems like a real
good guy and I'm most certain that he wouldn't appreciate his daughter
using tactics her taught her needlessly on civillians.  Which explains
why she hasn't told anybody either.
    So tell me something Savannah. I like Eminem music and even though I
don't skateboard or anything I have been accused of lacking discipline.
    So what's you're point?
    Do you think you're mom would like to sometime take me across her lap
and give me a dose of discipline.
    Uhp.  There goes the rolling of the eyes and Savannah is now leaving.
    Well Ihope you readersenjoyed this little story and I also hope you
take away something special from it.  Like don't try to impose your will
on people.  Even though it did work for Daphnee, but perhaps she was only
defending herself and making a statement with the literal ass whipping
she dished out to Savannah's mom.
    Until next time.
    PYGMALION rswf@pcis.net