This is one of my favorite mixed wrestling domination and forced facesitting stories, hosted on Diana The Valkyrie’s website.
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Attitude adjustments from aunt Joan, part 1
Getting to know Joan
by gregnick1@hotmail.com
A woman recalls how her older sister went from bullying schoolgirl to man-beating teen.
Sandy hadn’t seen her sister Joan in years. And, although they corresponded from time to time through letters, and more recently through e-mail, it had been some time since Sandy had seen her older sister in person. Joan was what you would call a free spirit. Not anchored by jobs or tied down by permanent relationships, she roamed the country lapping up experiences that most people could only dream of.
One day she was touring the country with a motorcycle gang, the next she was growing an herbal garden with a band of hippies in southern California. And although Joan lived a very carefree life, there was one thing she was adamant about, and that was taking care of herself, mentally and physically. She ate strictly organic foods and was deeply passionate about things like yoga, meditation and, most importantly, her martial arts.
As passionate as she was about taking care of herself, Sandy also knew that Joan cared deeply for her and would do anything to help her. And, boy did she need help now. A few years ago, Sandy made the mistake of remarrying. The guy moved in with his then 14yo son and proceeded to make life a living hell for Sandy and her daughter Jenny who was 11 at the time. Luckily the creep left, but in true bastard form, he vanished leaving his son in Sandy’s custody. Well, like father like son, so the saying goes. Josh was every bit as cruel and combative as his father. Being dumped by his old man didn’t help his attitude either. And although Sandy tried to be nurturing and supportive Josh would lash out at her every chance he got. He also was unmerciful with Jenny, teasing, taunting and relentlessly bullying her. Sandy was unable to defend herself or her daughter, that’s when she decided to call Joan
You see Joan had a certain “flair” for dealing with bullies. She always had. Even as a child Joan was always standing up to bullies, often times turning the tables and becoming the bully herself. While Sandy quietly hid in the background, Joan was always eager to strut her stuff. Aggressive, strong and athletic she seemed to especially enjoy taking boys to task, and in the poor areas of rural West Virginia there was plenty of cock-sure boys, plenty of secluded spaces and plenty of time to kill.
As a young girl Joan “hunted” in the fields, backyards and parking lots of their rural town, challenging boys on the spot or leading them to secluded places to fight. They had no idea what they were getting into. And, although she had no formal training, she instinctually fought like a schooled grappler. She used her strong legs to wrap up her victims often times inventing arm locks and choke holds on the spot. “This is a cool one!” she would be heard saying to her fiends as she had some poor guy wrapped up in her legs while bending a wrist or a finger. It was always the same, they would come in flailing like mad and Joan would end up getting them on the ground and catching them in between her thighs. She would hold them there for long periods of time, taunting and teasing them watching their faces turning beat red in pain and humiliation. I remember hearing her saddle shoes squeak together as she would tighten her feet and power her legs followed by the equally high pitched squeal of a trapped young boy.
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