The Newlyweds
By Madcat
A young woman takes charge of her marriage.


It all started with an innocent little question.

"Honey, could you go next door and borrow some sugar?" Paige yelled from the
kitchen.

Jon put his newspaper down and walked into the small room with his wife. They
had been married for 2 months now and the young man still loved to look at
her. This evening she wore tiny pink shorts and a white tank top that showed
plentiful portions of her tall, athletic body. Paige taught aerobics during
the day and even competed in local fitness events. She had long, sleek legs,
an ass that could stop traffic and beautiful B cup breasts that defied
gravity. Topping it all off was medium length brown hair and regal blue eyes.

"Sure, sweetheart." Jon replied as he headed out the back door. The man never
quite understood what his lovely wife saw in him. He was a plain, average guy.
Jon worked as a design engineer. He made a good salary but certainly would
never be rich. Most women considered him attractive but he was no Brad Pitt.
The man had a nice, lean build but barely measured up to his wife's 5 foot 8
inch height.

He walked over to the Smith's house. The couple seemed nice enough. Tim was a
little older and drove a truck. Hannah, his wife, stayed home. She had golden
blonde hair but Jon didn't think it was her natural color. The woman only
stood about 5-2 but was built like a brick out house. Her arms, legs and chest
sported thick feminine muscle. While his wife possessed an elegant strength,
Hannah looked like a little pro wrestler.

A cry of pain greeted his ears just as he prepared to knock on the Smith's
back door. It had a male pitch and definitely came from inside this house. Jon
was startled. He heard a slap followed by another male whimper. Curious, the
nosy neighbor stepped stealthily over to the window and peered inside.

Nothing could have prepared the young man for what he saw in the family room.
Mr. Smith, a 200 lb. truck driver lay across his wife lap on the sofa. His
nude body was a scary enough sight as the older man carried a few extra pounds
along the waistline. But it was the stout Mrs. Smith which shocked Jon. Her
left hand rose and fell on her husband's posterior. Her right clasped his hair
and kept him firmly in position. For all intents, it looked like the girl was
spanking her husband against his will.

How long exactly Jon watched the disturbing scene of female domination, he did
not know. Finally, Hannah stopped. Her husband's red rear stood in mute
testimony to the brutality of the event. The blonde looked up and made eye
contact with Jon. The nosy neighbor bravely turned and fled.

He rushed home and inside the back door to safety.

"What's wrong with you? See a ghost? And where is my sugar?" Paige asked,
hands on her lovely hips.

"You would never believe what I just saw." Jon replied breathlessly.

"What?" she said with a raise eyebrow.

"Hannah was spanking Tim. A real one."

Paige laughed. "You're right, I don't believe it. Ha Ha. You joking. Hannah
and Tim aren't like that." She said walking out the backdoor.

"Where are you going?"

"To get the sugar silly." The lithe brunette said as the door closed.

She returned a minute later with a cup of sugar. "Everything was fine at the
Smith's house. Tim was watching TV and Hannah was downstairs with her weights.
I asked him if everything was OK as he poured the sugar."

"Did you ask him about the spanking?" Jon said excitedly.

"Of course not. The Smiths are such nice people. They even go to our church.
It's not something that comes up in polite conversation. You must be having
hallucinations. You are not eating those funny mushrooms again?"

"Nooooo!" The man replied, looking at his wife's bare midriff. Her cute little
six pack danced as she talked. "I know what I saw. I'd stay away from those
folks if I were you."

"Whatever." Paige said, returning to the stove.

A few hours later, the newlyweds retreated to the bedroom. This was Jon's
favorite part of married life. His wife had a carnal appetite second to none.
In college the girl had experimented with alternative lifestyles and brought
that open sexuality to the marriage. As a couple, Jon and Paige continued her
quest for erotic adventure. They tried every position his limber wife could
imagine and even experimented with role reversal. Jon disliked that part but
he went along as loving spouse should.

She crawled into bed next to him. Both man and wife were nude. They knew what
to expect on this hot summer night. Paige leaned over and gripped her
husband's shaft. It was already hard. His eagerness and stamina impressed the
young lady to no end. She began to rub.

"So, are you still thinking about the Mrs. Smith spanking her husband?" the
girl whispered in his ear.

"No." he lied. It was all he thought about that evening.

"Did it turn you on?"

"No." he moaned. Her hand felt real, real good.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, I'm sure." Jon replied quickly. He knew where she was going with this.
It was one of the few areas the couple had not yet experimented with.

"Are you sure you don't need a good spanking, you naughty, naughty boy?"

Brief visions of him draped over his wife's lap flashed thru his brain. Things
were moving too fast for coherent thought on the subject. His back arched and
Jon submitted to sexual bliss. The male sank back into the soft bed, knowing
that he had lost this little erotic tug of war.

"OK, my turn." Paige said triumphantly. This was a little game she played. The
brunette loved oral sex. She often tricked Jon into a premature end, thus
obfuscating the need for conventional coupling.

The man knew what to do as Paige spread her long legs. He knelt before her and
dived in tenderly. If he did well, she may reward him by letting him enter her
later. But not on this night, Jon went to sleep with an aching erection.

The engineer came home from a long day at the office. It didn't help that he
had a restless sleep. Lying next to a beautiful woman with a fully aroused
manhood kept Jon awake most of the night. He tried a couple of time to
reinitiate contact, but his lovely wife shot him down.

"Hi, honey." The man of the house said as he entered the kitchen. Today she
wore her black bikini and a small white tee shirt.

Paige turned and almost ran to him. They kissed passionately. "I missed you."
She said pulling him tight.

Jon felt himself responding to her supple body and incredible heat. "I missed
you too, sweetheart." He managed to say as her tongue pressed into his mouth.

"Can you do me again? Right here. Right now?" The girl asked as she retreated
to the dining room table. The brunette spread her long legs invitingly.

A long sigh emerged from the husband. This would go a long way for making up
for last night. He dropped his trousers and approached his wife. His manhood
looked like a heat seeking missile closing in on a very hot target.

They kissed more and his hands went to her firm bosom. All was great for a
brief moment. Then the wife did something the husband never saw coming. She
grabbed his waving brown hair and forcefully pushed his head between her legs.
The girl had something totally different in mind.

"Eat me, you bastard, eat me." She screamed.

He did.

A stony silence descended on the dinner table. The fullness between his legs
reminded Jon of his frustration. The newlyweds needed to talk but poor Jon did
not know how to broach the delicate subject. Finally, Jon summoned his courage
and blurted out, "Honey, we need to talk about something. Its bother ... ."

"Not now sweety. I have to run. I have a seven o'clock hair appointment."
Paige said, getting up from the table. "I'll see you in a couple of hours."

Seconds later she was gone, leaving Jon high and dry and all alone. Sadly,
unwanted company arrived a few minutes later.

Knock. Knock. Knock. It came from the front door.

"Come on in." Jon yelled absent mindedly. He played with his pasta and looked
up. It was the muscular blonde from next door.

"Hi, Jon." Hannah said. "We need to talk."

She had a serious tone to her voice that scared the taller man. He forgot to
chew and just nodded. Hannah wore tight black exercise shorts that showed off
her powerful posterior and a white top that looked ready to burst. Her muscles
were soft, smooth, large and distinctly feminine. She sat in Paige's chair.

"About last night. You should not be looking in your neighbor's windows.
Everybody needs their privacy." Hannah said sternly.

"You are right. I'm sorry. I heard noises and got curious is all. It won't
happen again." He replied, squirming a little in his chair. His manhood still
strained against the fabric of his shorts.

"It had better not. Tim and I enjoy a special relationship. He doesn't know
about you at the window. It would upset him if he knew you know about our
little secret."

"What secret?"

"That I'm stronger than him and wear the pants in our house." Hannah said with
a proud smile.

"Really? Tim's like a foot taller than you." Jon blurted out. And bigger than
me too, he thought.

"I workout a lot and am very strong for my size. Let me show you." Hannah
said, sticking her hand out for an arm wrestling match.

Jon wanted to refuse the challenge but couldn't. His hand went out to hers as
if it had a mind of its own. They locked up and started to push.

Hannah smiled. "Are you ready, tough guy?"

He just nodded again. This was serious business for Jon. He had no intention
of losing to his cute little neighbor. The male gradually upped the pressure
on his female foe.

Not surprisingly, he got nowhere. The girl lifted weights an hour a day. He
pushed pencils and clicked a mouse. Her bicep ballooned in response to his
efforts but she kept him firmly in place. Soon his arm shook with fatigue as
Jon searched for the power to defeat this female challenge. But he simply
didn't have it.

"Are you ready to find out who the stronger sex is?" Hannah asked, still
smiling.

The male grunted in frustration. He at least thought the battle was a draw at
that point. Then his hand started to go down slowly, methodically and
relentlessly. Jon looked her in the eye as his hand touched the table top. Her
face showed little of the exertion that he felt. She was stronger, a lot
stronger. If the girl wanted, she could have him draped over her lap just like
Tim.

"See, I am strong. Pound for pound I think women are stronger than most men."
The muscular blonde boasted. "How much do you weigh?"

"150"

"I only weigh 140. Women are basically more powerful than men if they work at
it. Is your wife stronger than you? She's a big, solid girl."

"No." he replied quickly.

"Have you ever tested her? Wrestled or something?"

"Well, no. But I would know it if she was."

"She may surprise you one day. Well, I think you know where I stand. If I
catch you at the window again, it will be you over my knee." Hannah said
getting up. She wasn't joking.

Jon did so as well, intending to show her the door. It was a huge mistake. His
little running shorts looked like a circus tent. Time seemed to stop.

"My. My, what's all that?" the blonde said, looking down at it.

"Its not what you think."

"Oh, I know what to think, Jon." She replied. The reached over with one hand
and slowly unveiled his hardened masculinity. It appeared like the blonde was
daring him to try and stop her. He didn't.

Hannah fondled him. "Damn, it looks like your wife is one lucky girl. Tim and
I do a little husband swapping from time to time with other couples that share
our lifestyle. I'll talk to Paige about it. Good bye, Jon."

She released the naked male and left. He stood by the table for a minute
trying to comprehend what had happened. Slowly Jon bent down and replaced his
shorts. His hand was shaking.

A few hours later the newlyweds were back in their bedroom. Paige prettied
herself in the adjoining bath while Jon looked at himself in the dresser
mirror. He had just finished 20 push ups and inspected his muscle definition
trying to understand what happened earlier.

"What's wrong, honey?" Paige asked as she held him from behind. He wore just a
small pair of white briefs. She was attired in matching panties and bra. It
lifted her breasts nicely and gave some delicious cleavage.

"Nothing." He lied.

"Come on, you can tell me. We are soul mates, remember." She replied as her
hands covered his virile body. He had been moody and distant all night.
Something the tall brunette had never encountered in Jon before. She didn't
like it.

"I said nothing." The husband shot back. There were some things that a man
just could not discuss with his wife.

"Don't lie to me, Jon." Paige said, her arms involuntarily tightening on her
husband.

"Leave me alone!" he cried like a little boy.

Paige treated her husband to yet another display of female authority. She
grabbed his left arm and twisted it hard behind his back. In the same motion
she grabbed his hair and bent him forward over the dresser. He resisted but
his lovely wife used the arm lock to force him down.

Jon was stunned. His bride had never acted like this before. "Stop! You are
hurting me." He cried out.

"Then tell me what's eating you. You know I hate it when you lie to me." She
demanded.

The husband briefly continued his resistance but it just put more awful
pressure on his arm. Never one to accept pain, Jon quickly realized that he
lacked the strength to break her hold. HE LACKED THE STRENGTH. Hannah's
prophetic words came back to him with a vengeance.

"OK, you win, let go of my arm and I'll tell you." Jon just wanted out. He did
not want any more strength contests with the fairer sex.

The brunette released the arm lock but kept him bent over the dresser. She
liked this position. "Yes?"

"It was Hannah. She came over and lectured me about looking into windows. It
upset me. I felt guilty, like a peeping tom."

"She is probably right. Whatever they do over there is their business." Paige
said as she caressed his hips.

He tried to straighten up she kept his head firmly against the top of the
dresser. "Let me up. I told you everything."

"You have really cute butt, do you know that." His wife said, changing the
subject. Her hand slipped in to the waistband of his briefs and removed them.

Jon tensed as her hand moved up his inner thigh. He knew what those words
meant. "Not tonight honey, I'm not in the mood."

"Come on, lighten up. Don't let dumb old Mrs. Smith get to you. Let me put on
the Rock." She named it after her favorite wrestler.

The husband knew that he was in no position to argue so he begged. "Please,
tomorrow's Saturday. I'll be home all day. We can do the Rock then."

"You know you like it. Just stay there and I'll do you on the dresser. It'll
be fun."

The girl left to find her toy. Before tonight, Jon would have stood up and
laid down the law. But a little voice in the back of his head told him to stay
put. What if they fought again? What if Mrs. Smith was right? What if lovely
Paige over powered him? He spread his legs and waited for her return.

She did him on the dresser. It was not his first experience with the Rock but
it was his worst. His woman lacked her usual compassion and kept his head
firmly pressed against the dresser. Half way thru she made him beg for it and
moan like a bitch. He went to bed disgusted with himself and his bride. For
the first time the man wondered if marriage was a good idea.

He awoke with a start. Paige smiled down at him. Her right hand gripped him
intimately. "Last night was great. You are the best lover a girl could have."

They kissed gently, passionately. His marital doubts disappeared in wave
sensual delight. Her hand moved faster and faster, more and more. His left
hand went to her breast. The world disappeared in a blinding moment of
passion. It lasted longer than he had ever known.

"Geez, stud you could have warned me a little." His wife giggled.

"Sorry. About last night. Do you really enjoy using the Rock on me?" he asked.

"Yes I do. I know it sounds weird, but I really love it. Last night I came
twice. Even back in school with my girl friends, I liked giving it more than
taking. Of course with you, I have to be more gentle." She said with a smile.

Jon relaxed, happy to be finally talking. Marriage had to be a 2 way street.
"It doesn't do anything for me."

"I know sweetheart." The brunette said, getting up and straddling his chest.

"What are you doing?" he asked. It was a rhetorical question. The male already
knew the answer.

"Its my turn." She replied removing the pillows from behind his head. Then his
lovely bride pinned his arms to the bed with her shins. Jon usually serviced
her lying down but on this morning that would not be good enough. Today, Paige
wanted something more. She wanted to be in control and she wanted her husband
to know it.

He pondered his changing marriage as his tongue tasted her sweet femininity.
It did not start this way. But more and more, his beautiful bride was assuming
the reins of power. At first she did it under the guise of sexual
experimentation. Paige now flaunted her control openly. Jon no longer had any
say in the bedroom. He wondered how long it would take for his wife to assume
complete authority.

They showered together after the morning romp. It was sweet and sensual,
devoid of the female domination that marked the previous evening. But Jon
still felt uncomfortable around her. He feared another date with the Rock.

"Do you want to go to the gym with me. I have a 10 o'clock." Paige asked,
slipping on a white thong.

She looked stunning. His wife's long, powerful body simmered with sensuality.
Her tanned skin glowed in the morning light. Her hips, waist and breasts
formed a perfect feminine hour glass. "Ah-no." he stammered.

The girl approached him standing by his dresser. Jon retreated involuntarily
as his mind conjured images of last night. But she did not bend him over and
do him again. Instead, Paige kissed him sweetly. "I'll be home about 2. There
is a honey do list on the fridge. See ya."

Seconds later she was dressed and headed out the door, leaving him naked and
trembling in the bedroom. The husband broke out in a cold sweat as he realized
that he was afraid of his sexy wife.

Jon spent most of the morning getting mad about his marriage. He blamed
himself mostly for letting it get this far. But the man knew he needed to do
something about it. If he did not put his lovely wife in her place soon, their
entire marriage was doomed. By the time he finished the laundry Jon had made
up his mind. Tonight, he would take control in the bedroom. He would bend her
over the dresser. She would pleasure him for a change.

He had the time and inclination to fantasize about the upcoming conflict. In
the dream fights he triumphed every time. They started as simple arguments but
eventually his hypothetical scenarios became violent. In some ways his
fantasies reflected the reality in the bedroom. Paige had gone too far down
the path of power to give it up easily. She had already demonstrated her
willingness to use force to take what she wanted. Jon found these mental
images both shocking and stimulating.

In the fantasy battles, the wronged husband prevailed over the faired sex.
Still, a pesky little voice in the back of his head warned him of the dire
consequences of his actions. It predicted that the battle of the sexes would
not be an easy one. Paige was almost as big as he and in a lot better shape.

But Jon refused to listen. He repressed memories of Mrs. Smith and of his
wife's strong arm tactics. Those things did not matter. He had to make a
stand.

She came home late that afternoon. Jon was enjoying a well deserved nap. The
gorgeous brunette tickled him awake.

"Had a great workout today. You should have come." Paige said, sitting on the
side of the sofa. She wore a tight white blouse and Capri pants. But for once
Jon was not staring at her luscious female parts. The girl had struck a double
biceps pose and her slender muscles expanded with power. She looked like a
female Popeye. The brunette kissed each bulging bicep. "They are almost as big
as yours."

"Yeah, wow." The man agreed but he lied. Jon thought they were bigger than
his.

"I got you something." The brunette said with a mischievous smile. She started
to fish around in a bag.

Jon sat up on the couch and watched as his wife pulled out some lingerie. It
had a leopard skin print and looked like a thong. His wife liked all sorts of
exotic underwear. It took a few seconds for Jon to realize that the thong
wasn't female.

"Oh, no. I'm not wearing those." He said with alarm. Jon didn't share his
wife's passion for such things.

"Don't be such a old fart. Lots of guys wear this kind of stuff now. Lets go
upstairs and try them on. If you don't like them, don't wear 'em." Paige
replied, yanking him up by the arm.

Before Jon could say or do anything, he found himself being whisked up to the
bedroom. When they arrived Paige started to undress him. The man wanted to
refuse her, to put his foot down, and end this cycle of female control. But it
all happened so fast. She quickly stripped him naked. Suddenly, trying on a
new pair of underwear didn't sound so bad.

The nude man gazed at his fully clothed wife. She wore small heels that gave
her a slight height advantage. It may have been just an inch or two, but it
seemed like a foot to poor Jon. He tried to conjure up those earlier fantasies
the man had about roughing up this deserving female. They refused to come.

"Well, are you just going to stand there or are you going to put these on."
Paige said, still wearing that mischievous grin.

Bowing to her authority once again, the man of the house took the thong and
put it on. The garment felt strange and somehow stimulating. Jon braved a look
down. His youthful body appeared both vulnerable and potently masculine at the
same time.

"Whew," the supple brunette whistled. "It makes you look like Tarzan, Lord of
the Jungle."

The girl approached, took his hips and pulled him close. She kissed the jungle
lord gently at first but with increasing passion. Her incredible lust swept
away the last notions of male resistance. He simply melted into her feverish
embrace, his body aching for her affection.

Before long Paige had her husband laid out on the bed. She straddled his loins
in complete control. This had become normal in their lovemaking and neither
partner questioned it. The girl pinned her husband's arms over his head and
stretched his virile, young body.

"Do you know who I worked out with today?" Paige said as she gripped both his
wrists with just one hand.

Jon didn't really care. He had passed beyond words but in deference to his
wife he moaned, "Who?"

"Hannah, from next door."

The name of the amazon from next door brought Jon back from Never Never Land.
"Really. What did she say?" The nearly nude man asked, concerned that his wife
may know of the arm wrestling debacle.

"She said a lot of things. She told me about Tim and the spanking thing. I'm
sorry I didn't believe you. It all seemed so weird the other day. Hannah said
that Tim won't admit it but he really likes the spankings. It usually leads to
great sex."

"No way! We are not doing that!" He said sternly. Jon stared up at the girl.
He knew what she wanted. And the man knew he could never submit to such a
thing.

"Come on. It'll just be for fun."

"No. That's my final word."

"Even if we have great sex afterwards?"

"We have great sex without it. No."

Paige knew she had her work cut out for her this time. The girl pulled out all
of the stops. "I'll let you do me any way you want. Front. Back. Doggy style.
Even that boring old missionary position. It'll be all up to you, big guy.
Just let me try this one time."

To emphasize her point, the girl began to grind away on her man. He began to
think with the wrong head. "Any way? My choice? Is that a promise?"

"Yes, honey, it's a promise. Cross my heart and hope to die." She made an X
over her left breast. Paige didn't need to cross her fingers. Like most girls,
she knew that promises were made to be broken.

"Okay, honey, just this one time." Jon consented.

Seconds later he was draped over her lap on the side of the bed. Doubts crept
into his mind as the female pulled off his thong. The man had never been
spanked and he felt naked and exposed. The first whack hit him like a thunder
clap.

It hurt more than he expected. "Easy honey. That hurts."

"It's supposed to hurt, sweety." She answered with another male shattering
blow.

Jon jumped and tried to get away from the pain. But Paige was ready. She
already had a hold of his hair. The girl used her right arm to hold him down.

"Stop fighting me or our deal is off." She warned.

"I don't want the deal anymore."

"Okay, but I'm going to finish what I started."

The man slowly came to the grim realities of his terrible situation. His wife
held all the cards. He was not going to get off her lap until she let him.
Slowly his resistance died away and his lovely bride continued the corporal
punishment.

Tears came to his eyes as Jon considered just how far he had fallen. A couple
of hours ago, the husband dreamed of whipping his lovely wife into line. Now
he lay across her lap learning a painful lesson in humility. The man tried to
tell himself that tonight would be different, that it was not too late to save
himself and his marriage. But deep down Jon had learned his lessons well. This
was only the beginning.

After about twenty vicious whacks, Paige rolled her husband off her lap. The
tall brunette stood up and towered over the naked man. "That wasn't so bad,
was it?" the girl asked as she removed her tee shirt.

"That hurt like hell." Jon replied weakly, unable to take whimpering tone out
of his voice. The sight of his wife's tanned and toned body too his breath
away for a split second. By the time he tried to stand it was too late.

She put a foot on his chest and slammed him back down into the ground. "Where
do you think you are going?"

"Remember the deal?" the husband asked in a concerned tone. "I get to choose
how we do it."

Paige shook her head. "Sorry, Charlie. You quit the deal. You're mine now
unless you want to make a new one. I have a hairbrush in the bathroom I have
been dying to try out."

Jon just shook his head as he watched his wife undress.

"I didn't think so." The girl said, impaling herself on his rock hard man
flesh.

Mrs. Smith was right. It was great sex. At least the best poor Jon had
experienced in some time. His wife pinned his arms again as she kissed him
roughly. Gasping for air, the poor guy quickly succumbed to his base passions.

"Jon, that wasn't very nice." The girl chimed in as she realized her husband
was wilting quickly. "You really need to practice better control. This isn't
all about you, you know."

"Now its my turn." The dominant housewife said as she shimmied up her
husband's chest. Soon Paige engulfed her man in a pungent world of femininity.

She too erupted with unforeseen pleasures. For the husband it represented a
bittersweet climax. Jon knew that this new world of power (on her part) and
submission (on his part) brought the gift to both of them. His wanton wife
would never let go of this and his sense of masculinity had changed forever.

"Take a quick shower and come down for dinner. And wear your new gift. We are
having a guest for dinner." The big girl said as she quickly dressed.

"Who?" he croaked but he already knew the answer.

"Hannah is coming at six. Her husband is on the road and I asked her over
tonight. I thought we three could get to know each other a little better."
Paige replied, hitting him that mischievous grin. That meant trouble.

He hit the showers like a defeated heavy weight champ. Surprisingly, the cool
water of the shower soothed his burning rear and bruised ego. Jon wanted to
spend the rest of the night in the safe little retreat. The male had no
delusions about his wife's nocturnal plans. But Jon also understood that this
was something he could not hide from. He had to face it head on. The man made
up his mind to fight back no matter what the girls had in store for him.

A test of his resolve came as soon as he exited the shower. The new thong lay
discarded by the bed. Paige had left strict instructions to wear it. Jon took
a deep breath and donned the thong. The husband failed his trial without even
knowing it.

The meal went relatively normal at first. Hannah seemed polite, almost
reserved. She wore a nice, white sun dress that feminized her stout athletic
build. Paige acted a little on the bossy side but Jon had come to expect that
from his lovely wife.

The girls dominated the conversation but none of it turned to any of the odd
events of the last 48 hours. Jon still didn't eat much. He felt the impending
danger and sexual tension at the table. The husband had the unmistakable
feeling that he was the main course for the evening.

When the long meal finally ended, the ladies retired to the family room with
their wine. Both had a glass too many and their tongues had begun to loosen.

"Get in there and do the dishes, boy." Paige ordered, flaunting her new
powers.

Jon obeyed his wife. He bided his time. This was not the time or the place for
the big fight. Hannah would leave in an hour or two. Then it would happen, he
promised himself.

"A man's place is in the kitchen." Hannah joked. Both girls giggled
uncontrollably as they retreated into the family room.

The husband cleaned up slowly. It wasn't for a lack of experience or skill.
Paige usually cooked and Jon cleaned. This time he deliberately worked at a
reserved pace. The kitchen represented safety.

"More wine, boy!" Paige hollered after about 30 minutes.

Again, Jon obeyed his wife's command without hesitation. The man's heart
quickened as he entered the family room. His lovely wife sat on the sofa, her
long legs curled underneath her body. Hannah perched across the room on the
love seat. Both girls giggled as he entered. Jon felt as though they shared
some terrible secret that would soon be revealed.

He poured his wife first and then approached the powerful little blonde.
Something about the girl's look unnerved him. Jon recognized the stare. Cute
little Hannah was mentally undressing him. He suddenly felt naked again. Just
like the previous night when the woman had fondled him. Jon's skimpy choice of
underwear added to his woes. His hands shook as he poured the wine.

Hannah noticed his discomfort. She put a hand on his as he served her. "Don't
worry, I don't bite." She said with a daring grin.

Jon just about fled into the kitchen. Soon they would come for him and there
was nothing he could do about it. His plan to stop his wife seemed to be
failing. He could not defeat both women at the same time. The man looked down
in defeat as he realized that he was in for another long night. That's when he
noticed the big bulge in his shorts.

Soft footsteps came up behind him. "Hey, big guy, you about done yet?" Paige
said as her slender yet strong arms wrapped around him.

She felt warm, firm, and oh so inviting. Yet Jon recoiled from her touch. He
spun around and broke out of her grasp. "Yes, I'm done."

Paige sensed the hostility but forged ahead anyhow. She was not the kind of
girl to let conventional attitudes slow her down. "I have a big surprise for
you."

"Let me guess. You want to do a three way with that little linebacker out
there."

"Well, I guess it's not really a surprise then, huh." The brunette said,
turning on all the feminine charm. She lightly took his hands. "It'll be fun."

"Forget it. I'm not your plaything or toy to give to your friends."

"Come on, its every guy's fantasy to do it with two girls."

"Its not my fantasy. I don't want two girls. I don't want to be spanked. I
don't want the rock and I don't like how you have been treating me." The man
said in a huff. He spun around, marched past a dumbfounded Hannah and up the
stairs to the bedroom.

His wife followed. "Give me a couple of minutes." She said to the blonde as
she walked by.

Jon went to the bed and sat down. He knew this wasn't over and could sense his
wife coming. This was it. The final showdown had arrived. The man would either
triumph or his marriage would be over after two months. He never considered
the third option.

Paige entered the room in a bold, determined fashion. She had tried the sweet,
sexy approach earlier. Now the girl opted for a new tactic. The woman stood
before her husband with her hands on her hips.

"Get your fanny downstairs right now. You are embarrassing me. This is your
last warning." She ordered. The woman stood before her husband with her hands
on her hips.

It took every once of courage the man had. He stood up and said, "Take a
hike."

The brunette looked down at her recalcitrant husband. She never thought it
would come down to this. But Paige never backed down from a fight. Like most
women, she had no societal inhibitions about striking a man. He was fair game.
Her right hand came up and slapped him so hard it knocked poor Jon over. He
fell to his hands and knees, lucky that she had not used a closed fist.

Strange, Jon thought, none of his earlier battle fantasies started like this.
His face burned but the pain only stiffened his resolve. Paige had won the
first battle but not the war.

"Don't you talk to me that way anymore. You are my husband not my boss." Paige
said, claiming victim status. She was sure this little skirmish was over. Her
wimpy husband never handled pain well and always backed down when she got
tough.

But Jon surprised the lovely lass when he attacked while still on the ground.
The lunge caught her at thigh level and his savage fury knocked her back. The
beautiful brunette fell on her toned posterior. The furious husband pressed
his advantage, possessed of a strength heretofore unseen in their marriage.

Paige had no intention of surrendering. The female resistance stiffened as Jon
went for the pin. Her arms refused to bend and held up his desperate advance.
That gave the girl a chance to get her luscious leg up and plant her foot on
his chest. She smiled confidently.

"Nice try bozo but you will have to do better than that." Paige said while
kicking the poor guy into the nightstand.

He hit hard causing the lamp to topple and fall. Jon slumped to the ground and
rolled on to his knees. That little move wasn't a part of his fantasy either.
But it didn't matter. His lovely wife may have bested him twice but the
superior male would prevail in the end.

Paige didn't hold back this time. She tackled him from behind. The brunette
moved with the speed and determination of a professional wrestler. Her skill
stemmed from growing up with three older brothers. Grappling became something
of a way of life for the little girl. While her brothers often got the better
of her, Paige learned fast. After she turned 13, the tides of war started to
shift. The girl won a couple of upset victories and the boys wisely looked for
less embarrassing entertainment.

Jon fell facedown on the carpet. He was an only child and lacked any real
grappling experience. Fatigue also started to play a factor in the battle. The
sedentary husband just wasn't prepared for the rigors of combat. In the end,
he just lay there with his wife on top. The battle of the sexes was certainly
different than his little fantasy.

Events quickly deteriorated for the hapless husband. His wife took advantage
of the lull in the fighting to push his shorts down to his knees. Jon yelped
at this indignity. He struggled to his feet trying to recover his modesty.
Sadly, the female refused to cooperate. She lifted him up by his tee shirt,
pulled it over his head and flung the male across the room all in the same
move.

He landed facedown again; his shirt was wrapped around his head. Temporarily
blinded, Jon panicked. He jumped to his feet and doffed the shirt. The male
looked up to see the terrifying female just inches away. She grabbed him by
the wrists, twisted him around and slammed him into a nearby wall.

Jon found himself pinned with his hands by his ears. He tried to move but
couldn't. His arm muscles swelled with exertion but gained no traction on the
super woman holding him against his will. The man glanced down to find himself
naked except for that damnable thong. He looked back up into his wife's cold
steel blue eyes. She was fully dressed and fully in control. This part was
definitely not in his fantasy.

"Wow, you had some fight in you today." Paige said with a smile. Her small but
pert breasts heaved with triumph. For her this was yet another victory in a
life full of success.

The husband hung his head in shame. For him this represented the ultimate
defeat. It was so horrible that up to a few moments ago, the man never thought
it possible. The female victory validated his wife's growing domination. Their
marriage was not going to change, nor was it over. Instead, their relationship
boldly moved into an entirely new realm based on female superiority.

"Are you ready to be a good boy and go spend some time with our company?" The
girl asked.

He nodded, still afraid to look her in the eye. She released his hands and
lifted his chin.

"Tell me."

"Yes ma'am." Jon replied, submitting to her authority 'til death do them part.

Paige beamed with pleasure and led him downstairs where Hannah waited. It had
been years since the tall brunette had been with another girl. She never
really thought it possible after marriage. Paige found herself trembling with
excitement as looked at the cute little blonde.

She presented her trophy husband. Clad only in the silly thong, the cute
little man made a suitably submissive boy toy.

"That must have been some argument." Hannah chuckled as she looked at Jon. "I
told you not to underestimate your wife."

"He won't anymore." Paige replied. "But Jon has been very unruly and
disobedient tonight. He needs to be punished. Would you like to do the
honors?"

"Surely." The neighbor replied. She said, taking his arm and leading him over
to the couch.

"I need a shower. You two stay down here and get acquainted." The brunette
said, bounding up the stairs.

Hannah bent the very plaint male over her lap and removed his thong. She could
almost taste his fear but the male made no effort to resist. Her husband
always did. Hannah usually thought he simply liked to be subdued every time by
a strong woman. But Jon was different.

She looked down and saw that his rear was already an angry shade of red. "You
don't need any more discipline, do you?"

"No ma'am. I'll be good." Jon replied.

"Let's see how good." The girl said, toppling him off her lap.

Jon knew what she wanted. He lay on his back with his manhood displayed
proudly.

The cute little blonde didn't even bother to take the sun dress off. She
dropped her panties and took him then and there on the floor.

It was rough, hard, controlling sex. But it sure beat a spanking, Jon thought.
And Paige was right; it was every man's fantasy.