Is it Worth It?
By alamsci, bozz001_1@yahoo.com


	I suddenly awoke, like I always do, to loud blaring music and the clanking of 
weights. So, as I always do, I hurriedly made my way to the kitchen to begin 
preparing breakfast for my wife.
	You see my wife is an extremely busy woman. She's a professor at the 
university, who has published many highly acclaimed books and articles and she's a 
well-respected consultant in the health and fitness industry. As for me, well I'm her 
hubby of two years. If you're wondering, well, no, I'm not a house hubby. I actually 
work, part-time, as a personal assistant for one of my wife's friends.
	After I finished setting the table my wife waked in with a serious and 
somewhat irritable demeanor. I have learned from past experiences to simply stay out 
of her way and obey her, especially when she's in this kind of mood.
	"Is everything ready?"
	"Well, y…."
	"It better be, boy. I've got a long day ahead of me." 
	I timidly looked at her, without saying a word, I began admiring the love of 
my life, something I do often.  
	Her eyes are tantalizing and hypnotic. She had the ability to confidently 
looking through me with her dark-brownish piercing eyes and sending shivers through 
my diffident soul.  Her facial features are strong and aggressive, yet, comforting and 
protective. High cheekbones and a soft cute nose, which betrayed her views and 
physical build. Her full red lips portrayed, for some reason, dominance, even when 
they broke out in a heart-felt smile. Then there's her chin, which jutted out a bit, 
putting the final touches on a mysterious and bewitching face. She also had shoulder 
length black hair, which is rich and thick. Her forehead and eyebrows are typical of 
Mediterranean women, but they could not be looked at in isolation.
	"Honey, we really need to start making some changes around here." She 
huskily said, breaking my trance and sending fear-filled jolts down my back. Then she 
slowly stood up, while I involuntarily moved backwards. She has always been able to 
press my buttons and control me. I am basically an open book to her. Conversely, she 
was and is imposing and impenetrable to me.  As she closed in on me I felt small and 
helpless. This was evident by my petrified expression and uncontrollable stuttering 
accompanied by my shaking hands. I may have been taller and heavier (5'9" and 177 
lbs to her 5'6" and 165 lbs) but she was stronger to say the least.
	My wife had broad well-rounded shoulders, which tapered into a thick neck. 
Her arms were stupendous, a pair of implacable biceps. Her chest was thick and her 
breasts jutted out as if defying their purpose. She is not as defined as a bodybuilder, 
but looked tough. Her legs were no different, tree trunk-like legs and diamond-shaped 
calves. All she was wearing was a black sports bra and blue boxers. There I was 
trembling in front of her, in my orange panties, with my craven and docile body.
	She slowly put her hand on my shoulder and quickly gripped me by the chin 
making me look straight into her eyes. 
	"Now that I have your attention we can get started. First of all, this opposites 
attract idea is getting old. We don't do much together anymore. I don't expect you to 
be like me and I know you are dependent upon me, but it's obvious that aren't capable 
of doing a thing on your own. At on point we used to have long philosophical 
discussions and frankly do a lot of fun activities, but now nothing. We also agreed 
that you needed to get in better shape and that obviously hasn't happened. Look hon, I 
don't expect you to get big and strong. I mean I married you for who you are, but 
frankly I'm beginning to fee ashamed , being married to an indolent wimp.  So I've 
hired a personal trainer for you. You'll be at the gym, every morning, at 10 am. Oh, 
I've also told Lisa that you will be no longer working for her, but you will get into 
shape and be more active I in society."
 "Why are you doing this to me? You know I do everything for you." 
	Then I stopped, I couldn't apologize, I had done nothing wrong, but for the 
first time since we got married I felt furious with my wife. I couldn't believe she was 
ashamed of me after I've been her punching bag, toy boy, lover, you name it, for the 
past two years.
	I was no longer petrified, but exasperated, and all I could see on her face was a 
caustic smile. I knew she was playing with me and I couldn't do a thing about it. , but 
I couldn't hold in my rage. I was falling into a trap, but I couldn't hold back. My fear 
had turned to rage. So I raised my hand and slapped her.
	"Now y..."  Before I could finish I was on my knees screaming. She had 
simply squeezed my shoulder and pushed me down. I tried to mover her hand with 
both of min, but she just laughed at my cries for mercy.  
	"Boy you are gonna pay for that love tap."
	She let go of my shoulder and roughly yanked me up by the hair. Then her fist 
exploded into my gut, with such awesome force that it seemed as if it was going right 
through me. Then without letting go she let me have another one. The only thing I 
wanted to do, at this point, was double over, but she kept me up. Through tear-filled 
eyes, I looked at her, but I didn't even get a chance to see her face, just her fist 
making its way towards my face. Then I went crashing to the floor. 
	Before I had a chance to plead for forgiveness or even let out  a scream. I felt 
her foot on my neck, simply grinding me into the ground. 
	"Listen you little shit, I'm gonna go and get ready for work. You better stay 
put , crying and whimpering,  and think about your role.  You're lucky I have to go, 
but don't worry this is just the beginning. You know how I deal with disobedience. I 
may have to retrain your sorry ass again. Was it worth it?" She bellowed.
	As she walked away I started crying from the pain I was in, but I really didn't 
know what was worse the physical beating or the psychological decapitation. Then I 
heard her footsteps. To me it felt like she was gone a minute, but it must've been at 
least fifteen. I looked up and saw my beautiful wife in her dark blue business suit 
staring down at me. . She grabbed me by the hair and then roughly pulled me up with 
both hands until I was inches from her face.
	"Don't forget 10 am at the gym!" Then she threw me down and walked out the 
door. 
	"What's going on? How should I know? She only knows.



Please send comments to bozz001_1@yahoo.com . This is my first attempt at a story 
so your feedback would be extremely helpful.