This story contains graphic violence, nudity, f/f rape and other non-consensual
It is most definitely intended for, and should only be read by, mature
adults, over the age of twenty one.
In the space of only three
years, bodybuilder and nutrition expert
Maureen Croft's syndicated health and exercise show, went from a late,
late night filler, to one
of the most successful daytime talk shows in television. Celebrities
clamored to be seen exercising with Maureen and being interviewed by
the witty, beautiful full-bodied redhead. From a minimum wage,
personal trainer, Maureen became
an enormously wealthy woman.
A widowed, single mother,
Maureen was concerned that the demands of her
show were interfering with her parental duties toward her teen-aged
daughter, Martha. Upon the advice of her celebrity friends she engaged
a governess. Scottish born Jane McNair came with the highest
recommendations. It was said she did wonders in imparting
self-discipline to the spoiled offspring of the wealthy.
Two weeks later, Maureen
entered her daughter's bedroom to say good-by,
before the girl left for school. Martha was still dressing, and
Maureen was appalled to see her daughter's back and buttocks, striped
with vicious looking welts.
"Dear God! What happened,
Honey?" The doting mother asked in shock.
Martha gulped in shame. "M-Miss
McNair c-caned me last night for
talking back to her!" The teenager sniffled.
Maureen could hardly believe
her eyes and ears. It was inconceivable, in this day
and age, that any civilized person would beat a child so savagely.
Maureen felt a pang of guilt. Thinking her daughter in safe hands, she
had gone to dinner with the Producer of her show, the night before. The
lonely widow had enjoyed the evening and gotten back too late to say
good-night to her daughter.
Maureen bit back her fury, and
said calmly. "Well you finish getting
dressed, Honey, and I'll HAVE a word with "Miss McNair"!"
As soon as Martha had gotten on
the school bus, Maureen stalked to the
garden where, dressed in casual longing attire, she often spent
the morning going over scripts and details of her television show.
fuming, she immediately sent for Miss McNair.
"Yes, Mrs. Croft? " The
governess asked with nearly obsequious
"Is it true you 'caned ' my
daughter, last night Jane?" Maureen
Miss McNair answered with
nonchalant unconcern. "Physical correction is
necessary for children that age!"
Maureen saw red!
"What do you mean beating my
daughter like that, you sadistic monster?
Are you insane? I should have you arrested for child abuse! Pack your
things and get out of my house! You have fifteen minutes!"
The governess's obsequious
attitude changed in a flash. Miss McNair
exhibited no signs of contrition, but instead, began loudly criticizing
Maureen's lifestyle and personal habits.
"I'm trying to train that girl
to be a lady! Something you obviously
nothing about! She needs discipline to give her some back-bone,
self-control!" Miss McNair snapped, arrogantly. "Certainly, the girl
gets none from
a spoiled, self-indulgent tub, like you! Look at you; bursting out of
that ridiculous outfit! You look like an overfed, over the hill tart!
It's unfortunate no one took the cane to you when you were
For a moment Maureen was taken
aback by the arrogant effrontery of the
smaller woman. Her astonished silence only encouraged the insolent
governess. Miss McNair offensive tirade became more
heated. The small dark woman began emphasizing her points, by poking
Maureen's large impressive bosom. Maureen could hardly believe anyone
would dare take such liberties, and speak so offensively to her,
certainly not a discharged employee!
Maureen's anger was rising. She
to control herself, but it was difficult. She wanted to grab the nasty,
little woman and throttle her.
Finally, Maureen's red-haired
temper got the better of her self-control. She
grabbed Miss McNair by the hair and shook her, like a mastiff shaking a
Taken by surprise, at first, Miss
seemed to be caught in a hurricane, but then she instinctively drove
her knee into Maureen's crotch.
Even though Maureen let go
after the shock of the first kick, Miss McNair
followed it with an even harder knee-lift, to the same sensitive spot.
As Maureen doubled over in
agony, Miss McNair kneed her in the belly, driving the breath from her
collapsed in pain, while Miss McNair casually patted her hair back into
While Maureen was
still gurgling in shock from the governess's ruthless counter-attack,
Miss McNair grabbed her by the arms and shook the large, powerful
redhead, until Maureen's teeth rattled. The slender, diminutive
governess's steely grip proved inescapable. The tiny woman's surprising
was another unpleasant shock to Maureen, famous for her own
strength. In spite of her well deserved reputation, the big red-headed
bodybuilder was helpless as a child in Miss McNair's capable,
professional grip. Unable to escape the embarrassing predicament,
Maureen's fierce rage abated, replaced by
nervous apprehension. The stern, little governess used her advantage to
continue lecturing her flabbergasted employer, on her perceived
When Miss McNair proposed
to give her employer a lesson in the etiquette of genteel personal
combat, Maureen was convinced the woman was not just mentally
disturbed, but a dangerous lunatic.
To her employer's dismay, the prim little governess
calmly readied herself, to administer a
lesson in genteel deportment. Releasing Maureen's arms, Miss
McNair raised her fists in a
professional, intimidating boxing stance. Maureen backed away in
Though she might be strong as a lioness, the red-haired bodybuilder
lacked the big cat's savage temperament.
Maureen's protests fell on deaf
ears. Miss McNair expertly nailed the big redhead
on the chin with a hard left jab. The head snapping blow was hard
enough to cause whiplash. It was evident, the governess's
professional boxing stance was no pretense or bluff.
Miss McNair's follow-up right to the jaw, nearly knocked the huge
redhead off her feet.
Maureen stumbled backward,
moaning in pain, Miss McNair
contemptuous taunts ringing in her ears.
Stung by Miss McNair's caustic
sarcasm, Maureen tried to gather her
reeling senses, and raised her fists, in what she hoped was an
intimidating manner. Her queenly size and incredible physical
endowments had proved decisive in the rare scuffles she had been drawn
into, in the past, but she was never in a real knockdown, drag-out
before. While, Maureen was of a peaceful temperament, the tiny,
but feisty, governess, obviously relished physical confrontation.
Nevertheless, the big,
impressively built redhead was determined to show this insolent, little
upstart who was the boss.
Putting all her immense
strength into it, Maureen
swung with all her might at the infuriating governess's sneering grin.
proved as adept at avoiding punches as at throwing them. It must
be admitted that avoiding Maureen's wild, unskilled swings was not too
difficult, and Miss McNair dodged them with amused
After displaying her skill at
defense for a few moments, Miss McNair
went back on the offensive. While the redhead was off-balance after a
wild miss, she drove her fist into Maureen's muscular
belly with explosive force. Maureen's attack collapsed, drowned
in a flood of agony.
Having swiftly put her
unskilled employer on the defensive, Miss McNair
coolly pummeled the big redhead at will. Maureen was normally an
extremely graceful woman for her size, but now slowed by pain, and
lacking all boxing skills, she was clumsily powerless to counter Miss
Her body throbbing in pain,
could hardly raise her fists. There was no
fight left in gasping talk show hostess, but Miss McNair continued to
batter her viciously, exulting in the destruction of the formidable
As Maureen helplessly staggered
on rubbery legs, Miss McNair nailed her
with paralyzing lefts to the belly, completing the destruction with a
final, dynamite right to the solar plexus.
The brief encounter was all
over! Maureen folded up, all but unconscious
and fell to the ground in agony.
Sneering in disdain, the
triumphant governess inspected her groaning,
beaten employer. It was most gratifying to have decisively whipped this
woman, famed for her incredible strength.
Not content with her relatively
easy victory, Miss McNair hoisted the
dazed, groggy bodybuilder to her feet.
Maureen teetered erratically, her powerfully
rounded legs scarcely ably to support her fulsomely curved body. The harsh, little brunette ordered her big redheaded boss into
the house. It was clear from her autocratic tone she did not
anticipate, nor would she tolerate, disobedience to her orders. Maureen whimpered in protest. Wasn't this hellish nightmare over
Ignoring the plaintive whimpers
of protest, Miss McNair firmly propelled
her battered employer into
the house. Maureen obediently stumbled along ahead of
her tormentor. She was in no
shape to resist the vicious governess, and she was frightened of
savage beating, if she defied her.
The scene was hardly one expected of a
successful woman and her paid servant. If not for Maureen's shapely
endowments, formidable physical assets, and towering height, it would
seem she was a disobedient little girl
humiliatingly hurried along by a formidable adult.
An evil grin on her face, Miss
McNair shoved Maureen all the way to her
own room. She slammed the door behind her.
"We won't be disturbed in here!
astounded millionairess gulped in fearful disbelief. "Y-you
m-mean...t-take...take off...my-my clothes?"
"You heard me, you Stupid Slut, STRIP!"
Though she was desperately
frightened of the terrifying woman, Maureen, at first,
command, though in a meek placating manner.
Miss McNair seemed to have
forgotten that Maureen was a grown woman, or, more likely,
was no longer impressed by the fact. When the frightened redhead
at taking off her clothes, the stern, domineering governess
smacked her in the face, as she might a recalcitrant child.
"I see, I shall have to TEACH you,
do as you're told, My
governess snapped, as she slapped Maureen a second time.
Two hard slaps were all it took
for Miss McNair to reduce Maureen
to subservient, childlike obedience. Maureen was too
scared, now, to even question the
dominant little woman's orders. They MUST be obeyed. The stern governess had established dominion over the big, redheaded matron, as
complete as over any of the frightened children
ever subjected to her authority.
Physically and psychologically humbled, Maureen
dutifully removed her playsuit, and with it,
the last shreds of her
dignity. Fully baring her incredible physique, and
voluptuous curves to Miss McNair's stern, sneering gaze, the stunningly
beautiful media idol shivered in dread.
Once she exposed her body, the
frightened redheaded matron trembled in
dread. What was this hellish governess going to do to her, next?
The devil had already beaten her up, and totally humiliated her! Wasn't
Miss McNair swiftly made her
intentions clear. She forced Maureen to
lean over a small, sturdy table, raising her huge, muscular bottom into
"My God...(gulp)...y-you're not
going to..." Maureen quavered in
terrible apprehension of what was coming next.
No, no! The devil would never
dare do that to her! Would she?
Miss McNair picked up a stout
cane, confirming Maureen's terrible
premonition. The hateful governess was going to cane her like a
disobedient child! Thoroughly intimidated, the big redhead whimpered in
protest, but dared not move from the demeaning posture, the small stern
governess had imposed.
Miss McNair swished the cane in
the air, allowing the trembling matron
time to anticipate the punishment, that was coming. Maureen clenched
fearfully. Then loudly intoning the strokes, the tiny despot began the
savage chastisement. Maureen shrieked in frightful anguish as the first
blow sliced into her curvaceous rump.
Amid Maureen's loud shrieks and
protests, the beating continued. The skinny, little governess swung the
with demonic strength and skill, loudly counting every stroke.
Though she was in atrocious pain,
pained wails testified, the wretched matron didn't dare move or
try to avoid the hellish barrage. Miss McNair had thoroughly
established her tyrannical authority over the cowering redhead.
By the eighth blow, Maureen was
sobbing and pleading like a child.
Miss McNair sternly ignored the pitiful wails and sobs, if anything the
blows seemed to increase in intensity.
"Ten of the best will do for a
start! Next time, if you make it necessary, it will be fifteen! Now go
to your room!" Miss McNair contemptuously dismissed her sobbing,
thrashed employer, as she would a child.
sobbing in anguish, Maureen slunk away to her own room, with no thought
of, or courage to disobey the authoritative governess.
When the cowed, sobbing matron departed, Miss McNair laid down her
fearsome cane, absentmindedly, deep in thought. Her eyes gleamed in
feral heat and she breathed heavily. The punishment session had
effected her in an unfamiliar manner. Punishing children was a stern
necessity, she considered her duty, and she did it with professional
detachment. This had been different. She never punished and
dominated an adult
woman, in the full bloom of maturity, before. Despite her disapproval
of her employer, she had to admit she found the gorgeous, red-haired
woman alluringly, seductively attractive. Gloriously naked and
vulnerable, Maureen's submissive weeping distress, had made the
attraction of her matronly charms irresistible.
"Yes! Why not? After all, she is little better than a depraved
strumpet!" Though she found herself magnetically attracted to Maureen's
ample physical allure, Miss McNair's contempt for her employer was in
no way diminished.
Miss McNair removed her severe business suit and picked up a bottle of
lotion. "I'm sure the slut is in need of consolation!"
In the seeming safety of her bedroom, still sobbing bitterly, Maureen
stood in the center of the room in indecisive confusion, her spirit
the nightmarish catastrophe that had befallen her.
Suddenly, the bedroom door flew open, and Miss McNair strode inside.
No, no! Even her own bedroom was not a safe refuge! WHY hadn't she
locked the door?
Seeing Miss McNair's state of undress, and all too aware of her own
naked vulnerability, Maureen nearly collapsed in terror.
terror-stricken Maureen could react, Miss McNair was rubbing lotion on
the matronly magnificence of her impudently muscled, bottom cheeks, so
savagely ravaged by the terrible cane. The governess's touch was
insinuatingly intimate, and Maureen shivered in anguished disgust.
whimpered in woeful distress as Miss McNair's small hand became more
boldly invasive, gripping her splendid buttock possessively.
At first, in
abject terror of the governess, Maureen only dared protest in feeble
whimpers. Then with growing impudence, Miss McNair began to apply
lotion to that most intimate, scarlet thatched treasure, nestled
between her roundly swelling thighs. Maureen shrieked in indignation,
and in instinctive desperation shoved Miss McNair away from her.
reaction was swift and decisive. She dropped the bottle of lotion and
assumed her dreaded boxing stance. Maureen quailed in terror. She had
no heart to feel those little deadly fists thudding into her voluptuous
Maureen had no
say in the matter; Miss McNair struck savagely.
This time, it only took two
punches for Miss McNair to knock the
sobbing, frightened red-haired matron to the floor. Maureen pleaded
lowered her fists. She had accomplished her purpose. She was
professionally certain her reluctant pupil would be cooperative. Before
proceeding, she removed
her underwear, much to Maureen's alarmed distress.
in disgust, Maureen was
equally certain that she must cooperate. She dreaded another
humiliating beating with all her heart. The wealthy, mature matron
found herself as helpless to resist sexual abuse as a frightened child.
>>From now on, she must do
anything the hateful governess told her, no matter how odious.
Maureen in abject
servitude did her best to satisfy the terrifying governess.
satisfying Miss McNair's perverse lust, Maureen found her heartbreaking
ordeal was not over.
Miss McNair pulled Maureen
to her feet, and continued to fondle her captive's delightful charms.
Miss McNair picked up her discarded underclothes
and bottle of lotion, and left her ravaged employer
huddled on the floor, in sobbing misery. For several hours, Maureen lay where
Miss McNair left her, overcome by shame and terror, unable to suppress
her convulsive sobs.
Early in the afternoon, the
door opened again. It was the terrible Miss McNair. Maureen quaked in
terror. What horror, now?
As though the events of the
morning were forgotten, Miss McNair, dressed again in her severe,
business suit, snapped. "Better get dressed
Maureen! You're due at the studio in an hour! You don't want to be
late for you show!" Then she turned and left.
When the door closed behind the
governess, Maureen obediently dragged herself to her feet, and somehow
got herself dressed in the outfit she had laid out that morning.
No longer the mistress of her
own home, Maureen crept fearfully
downstairs. To her dismay, the horrifying governess was waiting at the
foot of the stairs.
Miss McNair glanced
disapprovingly at her employer's attire, and snapped an authoritative
Maureen hurried to obey her
stern governess's orders.