[Boundfighter]

Found on my HD (Author unknown)
Amy wipes up the floor with the Wrestling Coach


The Wrestling Coach gets between Amy and George when she is disciplining him and gets his ass whipped.

The wrestling coach is not satisfied with how the team is performing. They have been losing to much lately and didn't seemed to be focused enough. Finally fed up with their dismal showings, he decided to call an extra practice at 11:00 o'clock Saturday morning. George is now a total nervous wreck. Amy has ordered him to be at her house at 12:00 noon on Saturday, and he knows that practice won't be over in time for him to make it. He can't just up and leave practice, but Amy will punish him if he is late.

He went to Amy's house Friday evening and begged and pleaded on his knees for half an hour before she consented to give him a little extra time. But if his ass wasn't there by 1:00 o'clock, he would pay with pain. George thanked her and groveled at her feet, kissing them in complete gratitude for her understanding. He began to breathe a little easier. Even though Amy had finally consented to give him the time, she was still pissed off about it. Poor Dennis, her ex boyfriend and now slave, was about to pay the price for her anger.

All of the wrestlers were congregated in the gym that Saturday morning. The practice mats were all laid out, but so far haven't been used. Coach Simmons is stalking back and forth in front of them giving a long speech. He is thoroughly pissed off at their performance the last few months, and he wants it turned around. The young men are listening with their heads down on their chests. They know that the coach is right, but don't understand themselves why things have gone so bad.

"You men are better then this and I don't know what the problem is. Two months ago we were on our way to the state championship, and now we are barely holding on by our teeth. If we lose one more match, you boys can kiss the state finals and the championship goodbye. Now someone give me an explanation for what the hell is going on. The only one of you that has given me his best the last two months is George. He has developed a killer instinct out there on the mats, that none of his opponents can match."

"I want to see that same effort and unbeatable attitude in all of you. George simply refuses to lose." "George!" "Can you tell me and the rest of these young men, just what motivates you out there?" George stood there for a second, with a surprised look on his face. He never expected to be called out and put on the spot like this. He knew exactly where his killer instinct and unbeatable attitude came from, but he certainly didn't want to tell everyone his secret. How do you explain to your Coach, that your motivation is fear. That you are terrified of being punished by a "GIRL" less then one quarter your size. And you're just following her orders.

Amy had given him a big lecture about his weak and not caring attitude. She had observed him one day while he did her chores, and noticed he was listless and moved like he was asleep. The work he was doing for her should have been finished in two hours or less, but it was taking George over three. He just didn't seem to care and his slow work ethics showed it. She had grabbed him by the hair and threw him down in the floor. Straddling his big body and pinning his large arms, she told him that his attitude needed to change.

She explained that she realised the reason for his behavior, was because she had whipped his ass and he was feeling sorry for himself. But he had tried his best and lost, so get over it. It was not a good reason to just give up and not care about anything anymore. And if his attitude didn't change, she was going to give him another beating, and keep doing it until he obeyed her. George got the message, and has been a bundle of energy ever since. Her chores were being completed in record time now, and Amy was satisfied with his new outlook and attitude.

"Gee Coach, uh..I don't know really. I just want to win I guess, so I do the best I can to make it happen." "Come on George, I'm your Coach. I've worked with you for quite a while now. You were good son, but two months ago something happened that turned you into a great wrestler. I don't know what it was, but something changed you. You've become more aggressive and balanced, and your opponents just don't seem to have a chance against you. These boys need some help, and I think you can give it to them."

"Now think son. Was it something you did like Yoga or meditation? Have you been eating certain high protein foods or drinking high energy drinks? How about vitamins or strength supplements, have you been taking them? What ever it is son, I want to know. So these boys can get the same benefits out of it." "I really don't know Coach. Honest I don't. I'm sorry, but I don't know what else to tell you."

Coach Simmons kept after him and was still chastising the others about their performance. George began to get nervous again. The big clock on the wall read 1:10 and he was already late getting to Amy's. It didn't look like Coach was going to let them go soon either. Amy was going to be very angry and punish him for being late. She probably would beat him worse, because she had consented only after he had promised to be there on time and work real hard.

It was now 1:45 and coach Simmons was still ranting and raving. George is about to collapse from the fear spreading throughout his big body. Amy is really going to hurt him now. Just as that thought went through his mind, the gym door opened and Amy was striding across the floor toward him. Coach Simmons seen her and hollered out. "Hey young lady, this is a closed practice. And get off of the gym floor with your street shoes." Amy slipped her sandals off and kicked them over to the side lines. She ignored the coach and kept walking toward George bare foot. He was cowering in his spot.

The other wrestlers turned and seen a beautiful young girl with tight jeans that hugged her slim hips and showed off her well shaped round ass. The short tight yellow top was tied in the front, just below her firm, perky breasts. Her light brown hair was flowing at her shoulders as she walked across the floor. They didn't mind the interruption at all. George however, was scared to death. Amy walked up to George and grabbed his right ear, pulling his head down to her angry face.

"You're late George, and I'm very angry with you. When you make me a promise I expect it to be kept. You will be punished for lying to me, and for making me come after you." Coach Simmons and the other wrestlers stood there in a stupor, not believing what they were seeing. The coach finally came to his senses and spoke up. "Young lady, you are interrupting my practice and you have no business being here. Now please leave." Amy kept ignoring him while she admonished George. "Excuse me young lady. Did you hear what I just said?"

Amy turned and smiled as she looked at him. He was an older man, probably 40 or so, with a small amount of hair running around the sides of his nearly bald head. She guessed he was around 6 feet tall and weighed approximately 300 pounds. His belly was fat, and he looked totally out of shape. She released George's ear and strolled over to where he stood.

Smiling, she reached up and grabbed the front of his jersey and pulled his head down to look him in the eyes. "Look old man. I'm here on personal business, and don't want to hear your lip. So shut your mouth before I shut it for you. Have you got that?" Shock registered on coach Simmons face, and he started to say something until he looked into her steel grey eyes. His legs turned to water, and he meekly shook his head yes. Amy smiled and gave him a pat on his cheek. She went back to George.

He heard the other wrestlers snickering and shook his head, trying to come out of his trance. He collected himself and walked toward Amy and George. "Look young lady, you're going to have to leave"..SMACK..Amy back handed him in the mouth. "I told you to shut your mouth. Now do it." Coach Simmons quickly got over the surprise of being struck, and went after her again.

"That's it young lady. Get your ass out of my gym." Amy turned and grabbed both of his shoulders and drove her knee up into his fat stomach. He gasp for air and crumpled to his knees in front of her. She quickly shoved his head between her denim clad thighs and squeezed his head in a standing scissors. The coach screamed and pawed at her legs trying to escape his painful prison. Amy reached down and removed the keys from his belt and threw them to George. "Go lock the doors George so no one else can get in here. I'm going to teach this old man a lesson in obedience."

"Yes Miss Amy." George scurried over and locked all of the doors, and hurried back to watch what Amy was going to do. Amy took one of the old man's arms and wrenched it up his back in a hammerlock. She released his head from her denim clad, vice grip legs and grabbed his collar with her other hand. "Come with me old man. I'm going to teach you to keep your mouth shut when I tell you to." She dragged him to his feet and took him over to the wrestling mats. One final push on his arm before she threw him in the floor, and she was rewarded with a loud scream of pain from her victim.

"When I give you an order old man, I want it obeyed immediately. I told you to shut your mouth and you should have listened and minded me. Now you have to be punished for being stupid. But you will learn by the time I'm done with you. Now get your ass up." Coach Simmons climbed to his feet with an expression of disbelief on his face. "Are you insane young lady? First of all, I can get you expelled from this school. Secondly, I'm a fully grown man with a great deal of knowledge in wrestling. Now stop this nonsense and clear out of here before you get yourself in any deeper."

Amy stepped up and popped him in the mouth again..SMACK.."I told you to shut your mouth, now keep it shut. He looked at her 5 foot, 89 pound body, and couldn't believe she was serious. But he was pissed because she had struck him twice. Serious or not, he wasn't going to put up with her any longer. "Alright young lady, I've had enough of you." He made a grab for her, but the nimble young girl was much quicker then he was.

Side stepping his attempt, she grabbed his wrist and jerked his arm down, around, and up, flipping him to the floor. His overweight body landed hard, and he was slow getting back to his feet. Amy laughed, and explained things to him. "I'm going to teach you to obey me old man. It will be very painful for you, but in the end you will learn to shut your mouth when I order it shut. Since you're the wrestling coach, I'll wrestle with you so you will have a chance. Then when I whip your ass you'll have no excuse for losing."

The fully grown man was sick of listening to her over confident mouth. It was time this young lady learned to respect her elders. He had plenty of witnesses to back his story that she had attacked him twice and provoked him into defending himself. So he wasn't afraid of being fired from his job, or getting in trouble for man handling a student. Even if that student was a female. She had brought it on herself.

He dropped into a crouch and circled the young woman with a large grin plastered on his face. Amy smiled and readied herself to meet him head on. The other wrestlers wandered over and sat around the perimeter to watch. George was worried about the coach. He knew the grown man knew about everything there was to know about wrestling. But he was overweight and out of shape, and he knew what Amy was capable of. She had handled him easily, and he was afraid the coach was in more trouble then he realised.

[Boundfighter]

Coach Simmons sprang forward to grab her and take her down. Amy was ready and snapped a hard right to his soft mid section. A loud "UUGGHHHHHH!" escaped his mouth as he clutched his stomach. She threw her right arm around his upper body and stepped behind him. Turning her shapely hip into his back, she flipped him over. He went flying over her hip and landed face first on the floor. He had landed hard and was slightly stunned. Amy leaped in the air and slammed into his back with both knees.

While he was temporarily incapacitated, she reached back and grabbed a hand full of his hair and lifted his head. Her strong feminine legs wrapped around his neck in a reverse scissors. Bending her knees, her calves forced his head back while she squeezed his neck. The coach screamed like a little girl when the pain hit him. He felt like she was going to snap his neck, and his head was about to burst like a ripe melon. Her strong legs clamped down tighter, crushing him without mercy. The pain became to unbearable for the grown man to handle.

Listening to his high pitched, little girl screams, made Amy smile. "Do you give up wimp, or do I squeeze a little harder?" "YES...YES...I...GIVE...UP...I...GIVE...UP...PLEASE...LET...ME...GO." Amy released him and stood up. "Get up fatso, I'm not through with you yet." Coach Simmons crawled to his knees, and finally made it to his feet. His head and neck were still in a lot of pain. He vowed to stay away from her killer, crushing legs if at all possible.

He approached her cautiously. She was standing there with her hands spread out on her shapely hips, and a large confident smile on her beautiful young face. That smile was pissing him off. She was acting like she was playing with a small child, instead of in a serious match with a fully grown man that was a knowledgeable wrestler. Rage over took him and clouded his judgement. He charged her like a bull elephant.

At the last moment, Amy stepped to her right and grabbed his left wrist. With his momentum, it was easy to get him started in a circle. She spun the man around three times, before he finally lost his footing and slammed into the floor on his face again. Keeping hold of his arm, Amy knelt down beside him on her left knee. She stretched his arm straight out and twisted it so his elbow was facing downward. She pulled his arm over her right leg until his elbow rested just above her knee.

Holding his wrist in her left hand, she grabbed his left shoulder with her right. The slightest push on his wrist now, would cause a great deal of pain to his arm. If she were to shove down on his wrist hard, his arm would snap at the elbow. His large body and legs were flopping around, and he was slapping the mat with his right hand. She put pressure on his wrist, and he screamed like a frightened child.

"Do you give fatso, or do you want me to break your pitiful male arm?" "YES...I...GIVE...I...GIVE...LET...ME...GO... PLEASE...LET...ME...GO." "Good boy, you're learning fast." Amy released him and stood up smiling. Coach Simmons lie there whimpering. His arm was still hurting him, and he was beginning to fear the brown haired female fighter. She was damn quick.

"On your feet you pathetic loser. I have a lot of wrestling holds to put you in before I'm done." He slowly got to his feet, and Amy could see the fear that was starting to show on his confused face. "Let's go little man, so I can put you in your place." The coach tried to think back to his glory days, and come up with something that would work on this conceited young bitch. "Maybe a leg dive would surprise her." He thought to himself.

He went at her like he was going to lock up with her arms, and suddenly dove for her legs. Amy was way to quick for his lumbering moves, and stepped back while shoving him to the floor on his face again. Before he could recover, she dropped on his shoulders with her knees, and grabbed both of his arms. She brought them up in the air and pushed them toward each other like she was trying to make the back of his hands touch. He again screamed out in pain like a small lost child, while his large body flopped around.

"How about it pansy ass, do you give?" "YES...YES...PLEASE...I...GIVE...I...GIVE...LET...ME...GO...PLEASE...LET...ME...GO." Amy let his arms drop and climbed off of him. "Up boy, were just getting started." He was really frightened now. She had bested him at every turn, and he hadn't come close to taking her down. His boys were watching her humiliate him, and he didn't know how to stop her.

As he faced her again, trying to figure out what would work, he wasn't ready when she attacked instead of waiting for him. Amy quickly stepped up and drilled him in his soft thick belly with a solid right..SMACK..As the air escaped his lungs and he bent over, she turned her back on him and reached behind her, wrapping her right arm around his head. A slight bend in the knees and he went sailing over her shoulder to land hard on his back. He was completely groggy.

Amy pulled him up to a sitting position by his hair and sat down behind him. She slipped her arms under his and laced her fingers together behind his neck. Her jean covered strong legs were wrapped around his considerably large middle and her slim ankles were locked in his lap. The pressure from her arms, bent his head down to his chest in her full nelson. Her strong python legs clamped down on his ribs with such amazing power, that they threatened to crush them like they were twigs. The two holds together brought another high pitched scream from the terrified man.

"Do you give you pathetic little weakling, or do I crack a few ribs and break your scrawny neck?" "YESSSSSSSSS!" "I...GIVE...PLEASE...I...GIVE...LET...ME...GO...IT...HURTS...PLEASE...IT...HURTS." Amy released him and he rolled over on his side whimpering like a lost child. She stood on her feet and smiled, as she looked down at the fully grown, fat man she was destroying. "Lets go sissy boy, on your feet. I'm going to break you."

The other wrestler sitting around the perimeter, were totally shocked at what they were seeing. They had viewed their coach as some sort of God. He had wrestled in High School and College, and had been undefeated throughout his distinguished career. When the young girl had challenged him, they thought she was totally off her rocker and would be annihilated by coach Simmons. But he was lying at her feet, whimpering like a little puppy, while she stood over him laughing. Their faith in the man dissolved.

This time she faced off with him and let the old man lock arms with her. Coach Simmons face spread out in a big grin. Finally he was in close quarters with the confident, mouthy bitch and he was going to show her a thing or two. But before he could get anything started, Amy struck. With her hands holding his shoulders, she place her right bare foot in his large belly and fell backwards. Coach Simmons went flying over her nimble young body and slammed into the floor on his back.

He was incoherent and slightly out of it when Amy sat down in his lap. She pulled his upper body up and leaned it to her right. Taking his wrists in each of her hands, she bent them around and forced them up his back in a double hammerlock. Clamping her male mashing legs around his middle and locking her ankles behind his back, she had him in trouble again. She fell over to her left, taking him with her and pulled his arms up his back hard, while squeezing her legs with unbelievable power. He screamed from the pain like he was going to die.

"ARRRRGGHHHHHHH!" "IT...HURTS...PLEASE...IT...HURTS...LET...ME...GO...PLEASE...LET...ME...GO." "Does that mean you give up fat boy?" "YES...YES,...I...GIVE...I...GIVE...I...GIVE." Amy smiled and turn the whimpering old man lose. Tears were cascading down his agonizing face as he lie in the floor crying like a baby. "Ahhhhh, did the mean little girl make the big bad wrestler cry? Get used to it fatso. You'll be a broken, bawling pile of flesh before I'm done with you. Now get on your feet so I can bend you to my will a little more."

He was becoming very afraid of the wild female demon standing over him. She had damn near broken his arms and his ribs felt like they had been caught in a car crushing machine. His entire body was aching and she was telling him to get up so she could hurt him again. He wasn't sure he wanted to get up, but he couldn't let this fucking female beat him at his own game in front of his boys. He slowly got up.

Amy was ecstatic about how things had gone. A few more painful holds and the old mans spirit and courage would be gone. She knew he would soon belong to her. She faced him and seen his fearful face and frightened eyes. Yes, he was on the brink of being broken. She attacked without warning. Grabbing the front of his jersey with her right hand, her left slipped over his right shoulder and grabbed it in the back. Turning her shapely hip into him and pulling down, sent him flying over her shoulder to land in the floor at her feet.

The coach lie there not knowing where he was at. His eyes wouldn't focus and his head wouldn't clear. Amy easily wrapped his legs up in a figure four leg lock without any resistance from the dazed old man. But as soon as the pain hit his legs, his head cleared and his eyes came into focus. "AARRGGGHHHH!" "OH...GOD... OH...GOD...MY...LEGS...MY...LEGS...PLEASE...YOU'RE... KILLING...ME...STOPPPPPPPPPP!" "Say I give up you little sissy, and I'll let you go." "I...GIVE...UP...I...GIVE...UP...PLEASE...I... GIVE...UP." "Good boy." Amy released him. "Get up wimp, I have a few more holds to practice on you." He lie there crying, afraid to move.

"I SAID GET UP OLD MAN. NOW MOVE!" He struggled to his feet, but was scared out of his mind. He began backing away from the female warrior. Amy smiled as she walked him down and cornered him. He tried to grab her and move her aside to escape, but he only managed to get himself thrown back in the floor on his face. She quickly stepped between his legs and faced them. She lifted them up and stuffed a foot behind each of her shoulders and sat down on his back. "Ready to scream again you pathetic weakling?"

She cranked his legs back in her Boston crab and got her wish. The forty year old man screamed continuously and started bawling again in the hands of the young female fighter. "Do you give wimp, or do I break your pitiful legs?" "YES...I...GIVE...I...GIVE...I...GIVE...PLEASE...LET...ME...GO...YOU'RE ...BREAKING...MY...LEGS...I...GIVE...I...GIVE." She dropped his useless legs and strolled up by his sobbing head. "Get up fatso, I'm not done yet."

"OH GOD...pl.pl.please...d.don't...h.hurt...m.me...y.you...w.win...I...g.give...up...I...g.give...up...you're...to...st.st.strong...d.don't...h.hurt...me...pl.please...I...g.give...up...l.let...me...go...pl.please." "Do you admit I easily wiped up the floor with you old man?" "Yes...I...ad.admit...it...pl.please...j.just...d.don't...h.hurt...me...ag.ag.again...pl.please."

"Have you learned to obey me when I give you an order, you pathetic loser?" Yes...pl.please...y.yes...wh.what...ev.ever...y.you...s.say...j.just...d.don't...h.hurt...me...ag.again... pl.pleae." "Let's test your obedience then fat boy. Put those trembling lips on my bare feet and kiss them like you love doing it." "Yes...ma'am...wh.what...ev.ever...you...s.say." The beaten, broken man, kissed her pretty toes and soft, smooth skinned bare feet like he was in love.

After about five minutes of groveling, Amy was satisfied he was completely broken and obedient. She ordered him to stop. "The humiliation I just put you through, will seem like a party if you try and come between me and my property again. The next time I'll break more then your will." "IS THAT CLEAR?" "Yes ma'am it's clear. But I don't understand. What property?" "George you fool, he belongs to me. Why did you keep him from following my orders? He was told be at my house by 1:00 o'clock." "I'm sorry ma'am, I was trying to find out why he's been so motivated and aggressive lately so I could pass it on to the other boys. He's been an unbeatable terror in his matches the last two months." "That's why you kept him here so long?" "Yes ma'am." "Hell, I know the answer to that. Get on your knees and listen."

"All of you, get on your knees and listen up." "George, get your ass up here." "Yes Miss Amy." "Why the hell didn't you tell your coach the reason you've been so unbeatable the last few months?" George hung his head and tears began to slide out the corners of his eyes. "ANSWER ME WIMP!" "I...w.was...a.ashamed...M.Miss...A.A.Amy." "So you didn't want him to know I whipped your ass and made you do it. Correct?" "Yes...M.Miss...A.A.Amy."

"So it's your fault you didn't make it to my house on time?" George stood there crying, afraid to answer her. "You better answer me boy or I'll beat you senseless right now." "Yes...M.Miss...A.A.Amy...it... was...m.my...f.f.fault." "You know I'm going to give you a good beating for wasting my time and not telling the truth?" "Y.Yes...M.M.Miss...A.Amy." "Get your ass over there and kneel with the others. I'll deal with you later." "Y.Yes...M.Miss...A.Amy...I'm.. s.sorry." "Not as sorry as you're going to be little man, now get your ass over there and kneel down like I ordered you to." "Yes...M.Miss...A.Amy."

"Alright, listen up you pathetic wimps. Your coach says you haven't been putting out your best effort lately and I agree with him. I don't attend your matches, but I do read the school news paper and you boys have turned into a sorry bunch of losers in the last few months. Now I don't know if you're problems are at home, at school, or with your girlfriends, and I don't really care. Because if you don't start putting out your best effort, the problem you'll have with me will be much worse."

"You just watched me turn your coach into a begging, bawling, pitiful excuse for a man, and you see how much George is afraid of me because he knows I'll beat him to a pulp if he disobeys. If any of you want to challenge me, then step up here and I'll break you too." She stood there waiting to see if any of the young men would try and stand up to her, but they all had frightened faces and didn't budge. "That's what I thought. Obey me and you won't have a problem. If you don't put out your best effort, your coach will inform me of it and I'll pay you a visit. You will be obedient and in lots of pain when I'm through, so be smart and follow my orders."

"If I can turn your coach and George into sniveling wimps that crawl at my feet and beg, then think of what I will do to your pathetic little bodies if you don't obey me. Now get the hell out of here and go home and fix what ever problems you have, so you can give the coach your best. Now beat it." George unlocked the doors and they all scurried out as fast as they could run. When he took the keys back to coach Simmons, Amy grabbed them both by the jerseys and pulled them close to her pretty face.

She looked straight in the coach's frightened eyes and smiled. "Are you going to give me anymore trouble fat boy?" "No Miss Amy, I've learned my lesson. I'll obey you're wishes." "Tell me if any of those wimps don't put out 100 percent. You got that fatso?" "Yes Miss Amy." "Good boy, now run along." "Yes Miss Amy, and thank you for helping my boys." "You're welcome, now get out." Coach Simmons ran for the door like the building was on fire. She stared into George's red, crying eyes and smiled as she threw him on the mats.

"Time for your punishment George. You know better then to lie to me. I'm going to teach you to never do it again." Puddles of tears were already forming under the frightened young man's face as she approached him. The wrestling team went on to win the state championship. The school was delighted with their accomplishment and praised them highly. No one but them, knew that it was all due to a 5 foot, 89 pound dominate young girl, who thought everyone should give their best at what ever they do.

[Jonica]

Fun story, BF!  Thanks for posting.



J
xoxo

[steph]

good story thanks

[LoveSexyJobbers]

Nice Story , the Author though would of been better off making Amy a bigger woman , hard to buy a 5 Ft - 89LB as the Toughest Woman on earth