It's been 10 months that Baby and I have been together. Our relationship has changed dramatically in the past few weeks. We had a very good friendship, a mutually beneficial living arrangment and a danerously exciting sex life. But, when I came home from work one day to find my darling little girl in bed with another woman...well, I was ready to throw it all out - including Baby, who I had stronger feelings for than any other woman I had ever been with. I was devastated. I kicked the other slut out of my house...literally. Baby cried and pleaded for forgiveness...for days. And, for days, I completely ignored her...acting as if she did not exist. After almost one week - I felt like I was emotionally strong enough to deal with my little cheating slut. I listened to her story...she reminded me that she was a confused young girl; that she did not truly understand what her purpose in life was. She begged for forgiveness...Baby promised me that if I would take her back - into my heart - she would give herself completely to me. She would understood I would have to punish her...very hard. I told her that was not enough...I said that I wasn't sure she was even, "the one", for me because I didn't think she could manage the full life of my perverted sexual fantasies anyway. Baby begged and begged. Finally we made a deal...if she could take my puinshments...the complete extent of my anger for her betrayal - then maybe...just maybe the love and trust could be restored.

I didn't wasted any time...I ordered Baby to strip down to her undies - go into the kitchen and get the bottle of Wild Turkey. When she came back to the bedroom I made her get down on her knees in front of me - like a little girl about to pray (for her life). I poured myself a glass and took a long pull. Then I ordered her to open her mouth, "And keep it open. You are going to need this more than me...". Tipping the bottle slowly I began to pour into her open mouth. "Swallow", Baby did - her eyes welled up and she coughed. "Open!"...I poured more...and more, until the bottle was almost empty (I wanted to leave some for myself). I made baby stand up...she could barely keep her balance. I slipped on my training/bag gloves (fingerless) and grabbed her by the wrist - swung her around quickly and slammed her, face first, into the wall. Baby was too drunk to get her hands up in front of her in time and she crashed full force into the wall and crumpled to the floor. I grabbed her under her arm and lifted her to her feet. Hooking her arm in mine I was able to hold her 100 pound body upright....and began to pound her beautiful six pack belly. I punched Baby with all the anger I had for her...not stopping even when I thought she would throw up all the Wild Turkey I made her swallow. She seemed intent to prove to me that her body could withstand anything and everything I was doling out. I had to stop because my arm was too tired to punch anymore. I let go and she dropped to her knees - clutching her belly. I stood over her - she looked so young (Baby could pass for 14 or 15 if I dressed her right) - so fragile. I reached down and lifted her shin so I could look into her eyes. I was in love with her...once. Not anymore. The sight of her big eyes pissed me off. She lied and cheated on me. She broke my heart. Well, I was gonna break her. My left hand grasped the hair on top of her head and I pulled back so she looked straight up at me. My right hand was clenched in a tight fist and I placed it over her eye --- and I pushed down...hard. Her mouth opened - slack jawed and I pushed harder. Then I drew back a little and punched her in the same spot. THUMP...her body shook. I did it again - a little harder. THUMP! "Remember I told you that I wanted to punch your lights out?", THUMP - (I didnt wait nor did I expect an answer) - "I'm going to beat you senseless. I'm going to make you feel what I felt you cheating little slut." THUMP. I stopped for a moment and looked at her - never letting go of her hair. Baby's face was red - her cheekbone already showing signs of swelling. THUMP (the hardest yet) I let her go and sat down for a sip of whiskey and a breather. Without getting up I reached out and grabbed her hair again. "Come here slut.", I commanded and pulled her hair roughly. Baby crawled on her knees until she was almost in between my legs. I wrapped my powerful, muscular legs around her neck, locked my ankles and squeezed. Baby reached up and tried to get her fingers in between my thighs and her neck. Nothing doing....I squeezed harder and her arms dropped loosley at her side. "Yeah Baby.", I hissed. "I am going to make your head pop off your body." I squeezed and Baby passed out. With both hands I held her hair and still keeping my ankles locked I opened my thighs a bit - so her head floated freely in between my quads. Then I slammed the leg lock on her head with great force; catching her head in my legs. I repeated this four or five more times. My teeth were grinding because I was exerting so much force. Letting go of her hair, Baby slumped to the floor. I pulled off my gloves - one finger at a time. "Half way there sweetie. But if this is your idea of taking all I got---of making it up to me, you are sadly mistaken.".  

(NEXT - Finishing off the cheating little slut)