Punished by a Pupil Part 1
by Alpesco
Girl Power in action


After a long search I'd found a fine clearing in the woods to set up camp,
right in sight of the lake. I say "set-up camp" but actually I have a very
comfortable mobile home. I don't like parking on crowded sites with a lot of
other people. I like to find a quiet place on my own.

Moving the heavy vehicle forward, I was suddenly annoyed to see a small tent
that had been hidden on the lakeshore. Even so, I didn't want to move-on now.
This was the ideal place. The owner of the scrappy green tent looked to be a
teenage girl, who sat cross-legged by the water. She was tall, blonde, but
only about 14. Just the sort I normally teach when not on summer vacation. To
my added annoyance, her tent was occupying the only firm spot for my camper to
park, on a ridge of flat dry soil, just above the lake. I tooted my horn.

"Can you move your tent? I need to park here."

The girl turned round, and I recognised her at once. It was Brionn, one of the
girls I sometimes took for Math.

"Mr Robick!" She was just as startled to see me climbing down from the cab to
face her.

"Yes." I said. "Now you have that tent of yours just exactly where I need to
park my camper. Can you move it for me?"

"But the tent is just where I want it," the girl answered. She had to look
slightly up at me. I am six foot tall. 180 pounds. She must have been two to
three inches shorter, weighing 130 at most. "It's the only dry spot - I don't
see why I should have to move. I found it first.."

"Don't give me a lot of back-talk!" I said, irritated by her attitude. "There
are plenty of places where you can put up that little tent. There's only one
that will take my heavy camper. So kindly move that tent."

"No."

I was surprised as much by her impertinent tone as by her negative response.
She was really aggressive, trying to stare me down.

I got angry. "You heard me, Brionn. Move that piece of junk NOW - or I'll do
it myself!"

"Don't dare touch my tent!" She planted herself directly in my way. "I'm not
in your class now, Mr Robick. I have rights.."

"Rights?" I roared. "I'll show you what rights you have, my girl!" I made to
force my way past her. But again she took a sidestep into my path.

"Right!" I shouted and turned back to my cab. Climbing in, I slammed the door,
started the engine, and just drove slowly forward, taking great pleasure as my
heavy vehicle crushed her faded twenty-buck tent under its wheels. There was a
satisfying crack, crack as the struts went under. I know I shouldn't have done
it, but I was mad.

The girl was so shocked, it was all I could do not to laugh out loud. "Here."
I felt in my wallet, extracting a bill. "There's fifty dollars for your tent."
I dropped it out of the side window. "That's twice what it's worth. Now get
off back to town before it gets dark."

Brionn looked up, giving me a stare that was pure fury. "You know what you can
do with your fifty dollars!" she said. Then without warning, she spun her body
round and delivered a spinning, straight-legged kick with her right leg,
driving her sneakered heel hard into the driver-door of my camper.

I was shocked by the sheer force of the blow. The whole camper shook with the
power of this one girl's kick. The noise was tremendous - a huge crash united
with the hollow wrench of crumpling metal.

I noticed with a start just how long and well-muscled Brionn's legs were. She
was wearing a pair of the shortest white shorts with a blue crop top that left
her midriff bare. Even so, I never imagined she'd be so strong. She'd
obviously damaged the camper door with that immense kick - and to the value of
far more than fifty dollars...

I reached for the door-handle, about to leap out to inspect the damage. But
before I could get the door open, she'd spun her body round once more in a
smooth blur of motion.

Her long right leg lashed around to explode into the side of my camper. This
time, unbelievably, the impact was far stronger. I was almost thrown from my
seat by the force of the blast from that so strong leg as the whole camper
rocked wildly. She seemed to be able to kick with something like twice - three
times - her bodyweight. The power was appalling. It felt as if a bull had
charged head-first into the cab. And the noise was incredible - a huge crash
combined with a groan of buckling metalwork. This time I saw the door bend.
The side-window cracked, showering the cab with a thousand fragments of
toughened safety-glass. A third massive blow rocked the cab, buckling the door
even further and shaking loose what was left of the glass.

Boiling with fury, I tried to wrench open the cab door. But it had been
buckled so much it was jammed tight. Nothing I could do could open it.
Furious, I got out of the other door. Racing round the front of the wagon to
look at the damage.

I was shocked. The driver-side door was ruined. There were deep impact craters
in the metal where the girl's foot had struck, leaving the door caved-in
inches deep.

I turned to face Brionn in fury. "Do you know how much that will cost to
replace?" I roared.

"I don't give a shit." She'd drawn back a couple of paces to watch me with
half-closed eyes. "You destroyed my tent. I'll destroy your van." She took a
slow run toward the front of the camper, checking her forward motion to launch
another blast with her long right leg. This time directed to the metal
shielding the front wheel.

Again I was shocked by the power of her kick. The muscles along her leg
swelled and tightened as they drove her foot into the metal. There was a
rending and tearing as the thin metal buckled and split, a sharp edge
penetrating the front tire and blowing it out.

"Stop!" I shouted at her as the wheel went down. "Your tent is nothing..
This'll cost twenty times more!" I strode forward to grab her by the shoulder.
"Now I'm going to take you to town, and call the police, your parents, the
School Board, and everyone necessary to make sure you get your full
punishment!"

The girl didn't flinch.

"Let go of me." she said in a low, steady voice, shaking her shoulder free.

I made to clamp my hand on her again, but with astonishing speed she caught my
wrist in her right hand. Again I was startled as she managed to stop my arm
dead, her grip tight about my wrist.

Annoyed, I pressed harder, but she was surprisingly strong. Although the
muscles on her bare arm did not look that big, they were definitely visible,
they looked hard, defined and solid. I was surprised and angry that I couldn't
force this girl's arm back. And her grip was so fierce about my wrist it was
actually hurting. I tried to outstare the girl, but again she didn't flinch,
staring straight back at me as her steely arm held firm. I couldn't believe
those long fingers of hers could apply so much pressure to the bones of my
wrist, I could feel them grinding painfully together as she increased the
power of her grip. It was really painful.

Pulling my arm suddenly back, I tried to wrench it free, using all my strength
to twist down and back, out of that vice-like grip of hers. But somehow she
held on, stopped my arm moving again, and really squeezed. I could see her
fingers whiten as they poured on the pressure. Then I cried out loud as the
wave of pain swept up my arm. Instinctively I hit out at her with my free arm.

Her lip curled as she ducked easily aside to avoid my wild blow. It was then
that I became aware of a blur off to my left, as her free right arm whipped
round toward me.

An explosion of pain tore into my cheekbone, just below the eye. Apart from
the blur, I had no inkling of what was coming, but it hit home like a
sledgehammer. For an instant I thought she'd hit me with a rock, but it was
just her stone-hard fist smashing into my unprotected face with frightening
power. Sure Brionn was tall, 5' 9" - 5' 10". She had 130 pounds of bodyweight,
mostly bone and muscle, and the leverage to pull some big punches if she
wanted, but she was only just fourteen! Where did she get the power and the
co-ordination, to send in a wallop like that?

I felt my cheekbone break - an entirely new and shocking sensation. This girl
was so strong! The pain was like a red-hot poker thrust deep into my face. And
the worst part was that that my cheekbone didn't seem to slacken the force of
the blow by a jot. The fist just kept coming, snapping my head back like a
punchball, loosening a top molar and driving my whole body staggering two
paces backward. For a second I was in shock. I couldn't believe any girl could
hit that hard. No one had ever hit me as hard as that. I was dazed and in
pain. But I was also angry as hell.

The girl just stood there watching me, a look of contempt on her face.

"Well come on then, Mr Big-Shot Teacher," she said as she saw the anger on my
face. "Try and hit the girl again."

Furious, I stumbled forward, not knowing what I was going to do, but determined
to get the better of her. She just darted back out of the way, spinning round
to land two swift jabs to my right eye and nose. These weren't anything like
as powerful as her haymaker, but they were so fast and stingingly hard. The
first drew a curtain of blood pouring across my right eye, closing it up for
me. The second broke my nose, sending another stream of blood pouring down my
face. Her fists were like iron. And she was so fast. She was out of range
again before I could even think of reacting.

I was dazed and disoriented, and in pain. I couldn't even see my assailant
properly now. I tried to strike out at what I thought was her shape glimpsed
through my left eye, but all I caught was air.

Then two more huge punches tore into my head. These weren't jabs. They were
four times harder, spinning my whole body first left and then right. Again I
couldn't believe the power those long arms of hers could deliver as they
uncoiled with all her bodyweight behind them. It was like getting hit by a
very big man wearing a knuckleduster. I groaned out loud in pain and shock.
This kid was so strong, and so fast she could unload her big punches at will.

I staggered sideward to crash into the side of my truck, unable to control
myself.

"Shit!" I said. "Oh shit. That hurt like hell!"

Brionn's voice dripped contempt. "Not putting up much of a fight, are you?
Thought you could bully the little girl? Didn't think I could hit this hard,
did you? Well if you'd taken the time to learn about me, you'd have known I won
junior double state champion at kickboxing and karate this year. I can hit
harder than any guy on the team. Most of the senior guys can't break blocks
like I can. I've knocked guys twice my weight out with one punch."

I felt her come closer, heard her voice approach. I could see very little
know, one eye totally useless, the other filled with blood, but I knew she was
no more than four feet away from me. I'd get the cocky little bitch. I'd just
lunge forward, throw my arms around her, carry her to the ground and let my
weight and my anger do the rest.

Giving her no warning, I charged to my feet with a roar, arms outstretched.
But I was in a far worse state than I realised, still dizzy and unsteady,
half-blinded, and too slow. My arms made contact with nothing but air as
Brionn dodged nimbly out of my way, then she came back to punish me.

One, two, three, four, huge punches tore into my body. I knew how hard she
could punch now, and these were the hardest blows yet. I could hear her grunt
gently with the effort of delivering each terrifying blow. And they were
terrifying. I couldn't see where they came from or where they were going to
hit. I just felt the shattering pain as they tore home. Even now I still
couldn't believe how hard this girl, this kid, could hit. The first broke two
of the ribs on my right side The second crashed into the side of my head,
making me see lights as i staggered helplessly backward. The third hit my
upraised arm as I tried to shield myself, and I howled with pain as my upper
arm went dead The final blow broke another rib as it sent me spinning to the
ground.

I lay on my stomach, moaning. Tears of pain and humiliation sprang to my eyes,
which I hoped this girl pupil couldn't see.

Brionn just left me there, knowing that I wasn't going to rise. She began to
salvage what she could of her possessions, rolling them in a bundle and tying
them securely. Then I heard her enter my truck, rifling through the food
cabinets. I didn't know what she was up to, but for the moment I didn't have
what it took to get back to my feet. I began to feel more and more humiliated
to have this done to me by a 14 year old.

Brionn emerged. Then I heard another huge crash. Rolling painfully over, I
found my left eye had cleared. I watched her start to send more of her
devastating kicks into the side of my camper. She still had that grim,
determined look on her face as she set purposefully about tearing into my five
ton camper. She seemed to be practising different kicks to see which did the
most damage. She unleashed a massive side-kick followed by a spinning kick
that rocked the entire truck, another forward kick tore a huge dent in the
main wall of the camper, two more side-on kicks made the sheet metal look like
a relief map of the Rockies. the noise was deafening.

Then Brionn, a second huge spun kick rocking the camper once more, but this
time she didn't stop there. It was the first in a sequence of five massive
spinning kicks which drove her whole bodyweight and more into the side of my
truck. The spectacle was awesome. Each kick was harder than the last, caving in
the metal shielding like tinfoil. The big picture windows smashed as the
camper's side caved in around them. The wall crumpled and tore. There were
crashes from inside the caravan as shelves and units sheared off the walls.
The outer door leaned open and fell right off.

Seeming satisfied, Brionn paused to draw a deep breath, then turned back to
me, leaving my camper a heap of garbage behind her. Let that be a lesson to
you," she said, her long, powerful legs red with the blood pumping through the
swollen muscles.

"You won't get away with this."I said. "I'll have the police the school,
board, social services on you so fast..." I stopped as Brionn knelt beside me.

"Do you know what, Mr Robick, I've decided I'm still going to teach YOU a
lesson. We're going where you can't call the police, the Principal's Office,
or anyone else to take your side."

"What do you mean?"

"You'll find out." she said. "Stand up."

Without thinking, I obeyed her, watching as she picked up the tight bundle of
food and possession she had prepared, and tucked it under her left arm. Then
she turned back to me. Stooping, she caught me about the waist with her long
right arm. Then, straightening her legs, she lifted, taking my weight smoothly
up across her right shoulder, her right arm holding me firmly in place.

"You can't..." I began.

"I can." she said. "Just watch me."

My head and torso were draped down across her back as she supported my weight
seemingly with ease. Too hurt to struggle I could do nothing to stop her as
she began to stride swiftly away from the ruined camper.

CONTINUED