Sandra's Challenge
by Bastige
Her martial arts instructor deals with her own macho man problem.


Sandra and my husband circled each other in the ring, probing for
openings. Once again, I was amazed at how much he had improved since he
started coming with me to martial arts classes; when he started, I could
usually beat him in no-holds-barred sparring, but he had progressed
beyond me and was approaching Sandra in skill.

My husband shot forward and grabbed for Sandra's leg. She dodged and
countered with a strike, but he got a hold of her arm and applied his
massive weight for a moment, making Sandra slip; the grapple was on. This
was where my husband shined, having been a wrestler for years; also, he
outweighed Sandra by about eighty pounds. Sandra, however, was full of
wily tricks. Lightning-fast, she launched a knee at his cup, but he
twisted and avoided it. Good thing, too - even with a cup protecting his
balls, any man would be out of the fight after a full-strength knee from
the class instructor.

And besides, nobody beats on my husband's balls but me. It's a point of
pride.

In short order, my husband got Sandra's arm in an armbar, and she tapped
out. Whistles of surprise went through the assembled class; seeing Sandra
get beat was extremely rare, and this was the first time my husband had
managed it. I exploded into applause along with the rest of the class as
they got up and shook hands. My husband winked at me, and a little shiver
ran up my spine.

Half an hour later, Sandra and I were showering together. Everyone else
had left the gym except for my husband, who was in the men's section. I
appreciatively admired Sandra's lean, muscular body, slender but powerful
legs, and wonderfully toned compact little butt, trying not to let her
see me looking. We talked about our lives, and this and that...something
seemed to be bothering Sandra just below the surface, but I couldn't get
her to tell me what it was, and I didn't feel like asking directly.

We were suddenly startled as someone walked into the shower - someone
male. Sandra immediately clapped her hands over her small breasts and
dropped to a crouch, while I, always less shy about my body, merely
placed one hand casually over my crotch. But I took the hand away when I
saw it was my husband, dripping wet and stark naked, with a huge grin
plastered all over his face. His gorgeous tool hung low between his
massive legs, just in front of the balls I so loved to dominate.

Sandra breathed a sigh of relief as my husband walked over to me and put
his arms around me. Skin rubbed up against skin.

"I didn't know you were so shy, Sandra!" he said cheerfully, looking down
at where she still crouched, a mildly annoyed expression on her face.

She sighed and straightened up, giving him a look at her full willowy
nakedness. "Nothing you haven't seen before," she snorted.

I felt a little embarrassed as my husband and I washed each other, since
Sandra was washing herself alone. Overall, the atmosphere was very
friendly, though; we had all become great friends in the three years
since Sandra and my husband had fought their bout in my living room.
Fought naked, I recalled with a shiver of excitement.

"You're getting a lot better," Sandra told my husband. "You're a natural.
Soon I won't be able to beat you at all."

"I don't believe it," my husband said, running soapy hands down my
voluptuous torso and down my thighs. "You're just going easy on me. Any
time you wanted, you could just flick my balls and I'd be down at your
feet."

"Hey," I protested, "those are MY balls you're talking about, sir." I
reached back and took hold of the organs in question, and felt my
husband's penis stiffen against the small of my back.

Sandra laughed. "Get a room you two," she chuckled. But there seemed to
be something sad in the way she said it.

We finished showering, and Sandra followed us out into the locker room
area. As she passed us by, my husband reached out and spanked her bare
butt with one big cupped hand. Sandra sqeaked and jumped, then turned
around and launched a fist, which he easily dodged. I hastily stepped
back out of the conflict zone. Sandra followed her fist with a vicious
flick at my husband's bare balls (as per his suggestion!), but he yanked
his pelvis back and saved himself. Lightning-quick, he reached out and
flicked at Sandra's breast, but missed. She shouted in indignation, and
the battle turned into a full-on flick-fest, with both of them circling
with their fingers bent into "OK" shapes. I felt myself getting more and
more aroused. Something about seeing my gorgeous husband and this
beautiful tough half-Thai assassin go at it stark naked was just
intensely erotic.

Sandra tried for my hubby's balls a couple more times, but he was careful
to keep his hips thrust way back, and she didn't have the range, although
once she got him on the tip of his penis instead, evoking a yowl and a
laugh.

"Watch out!" he laughed, and tried for a flick between Sandra's legs, but
she danced away. She went for his face, he caught her arm and spun her
around, slapping her ass again. She shrieked, freed her arm, and caught
him in the nose with a painful flick.

As they fought, I circled surreptitiously around behind my husband.
Waiting for an opportune moment, I took advantage of his stance - hips
popped back, legs spread wide - to dart my hand underneath his muscular
ass and grab my favorite playthings - his balls. I didn't squeeze hard
(well, not very hard), but he bellowed and grabbed his crotch in
surprise. I pressed my still-nude budy against his back as he hung there,
bent over, his hands between his legs and his face toward Sandra, who was
laughing hard.

"Go ahead, Sandra," I urged her. "Teach this macho jerk some respect for
women."

"I surrender!" my husband yowled. "Women are superior!"

Sandra, tears of laughter filling her eyes, stepped forward and gave my
husband the lightest of slaps on his cheeks. "There," she said. "That'll
teach him."

"Or not!" he suddenly yelled, taking both hands away from his captured
balls to flick both of Sandra's nipples at once. She shrieked and slapped
him again, hard this time, as I gave his balls a squeeze. Sandra ran for
her locker and grabbed for her clothes. My husband mewed and went back to
cupping his trapped testicles. Meanwhile, I was getting wetter and wetter
between the legs; it was time to take my man home and do all kinds of
brutal things to him.

"Wow," Sandra said the next day, over lunch. "You and your husband have
such an awesome relationship."

"It's pretty nice," I agreed.

"And he has such a..." Here she lowered her voice conspiratorially. "Such
a beautiful cock."

I grinned. "It's pretty nice," I agreed.

"I wish I could have a man who's that tough but sweet too," she lamented.

"He is pretty special," I told her. "Though of course I had to break him
in a bit, back in the day. He was so macho."

Sandra sighed. "I wish I could do that to my boyfriend. He's the most
macho guy there is."

"The Thai guy, right?" I asked. "The kickboxer?"

"Yeah." Sandra's face was downcast; I almost never saw her like this. "If
I tried to 'break him in' he'd end up breaking me!"

"That bad?" I inquired carefully.

Sandra proceeded to spill out the horror story of her current boyfriend.
I was appalled at what I heard; this guy dominated the normally
ass-kicking Sandra pretty horribly. He made her have sex when and how he
wanted, cheated shamelessly, even went to prostitutes. And if Sandra
complained, he'd "spar" with her, which was really just an excuse for
abuse.

"Why don't you just grab his balls and show him who's boss?" I suggested.

"His ego would never take it," she explained. "Whenever I let him go he'd
just come after me and kick my ass."

"I'm not sure about that," I said. "I think you just have to go about
breaking him in in the right way."

And so we hatched a plan.

Interestingly enough, my husband was with me when Sandra told us the
results. We were sitting in a cafe after martial arts practice, and we
both noticed that Sandra had seemed to be bursting with excitement to
tell us something. Her dark eyes glowed as she told us the story.

"So," she began. "Ram came in and told me to clean up my apartment, and I
told him I was tired of being his bitch. So he went to hit me, but I
dodged it, and I suggested that if he wanted to keep ordering me around,
he had to fight me naked. Kind of like what you guys did, back in the
day. Anyway, he didn't agree, and said I could be naked if I wanted, but
as far as he was concerned he was already in control. So I acted like I
accepted that, and I brought him beer and stuff until he was ready to go
to bed."

Here she grimaced. "Ram was pretty rough with me all that afternoon,
probably pissed off that I had shown some feistyness. He kept shoving my
face, grabbing my ass, slapping me between the legs, that sort of shit.
Then he demanded I fuck him, and I had to, since it was part of the plan.
He was pretty rough in bed, too. I played the submissive little Thai
girl, and afterward I asked him if he wanted a massage.

Of course he said yes, so I got on his back and started massaging him. I
give a pretty awesome massage, as you probably could guess, so he was
getting pretty relaxed. Then I put my hands between his legs, like I was
going to give him the old 'happy ending.' But instead, I grabbed his
balls and started to squeeze the living daylights out of them!"

Her eyes lit up, and my husband and I stared at the fervor with which she
told us this most private of tales.

"He thrashed around, but since he was face-down on the bed there was
nothing he could do. At first he was just screaming 'You bitch you bitch
let me go so I can beat your ass,' and stuff like that. I just kept
squeezing, and he couldn't get away or do anything. I saw him start to
cry, and I knew that it was now or never to beat him, because if I let
him go now there was no telling what he'd do to me. That's when he
started to beg, and say stuff like 'Please let me go, I'm sorry, just let
them go,' which I'm sure absolutely just galled his pride.

But I kept squeezing, and told him that if he didn't fight me naked for
control of the apartment, I wouldn't let him go. He held out for a couple
more minutes - he's a really tough guy - but eventually he had to give in
and agree to the fight. I gave his nuts one more squeeze, and then let
him go and told him that we'd have the fight as soon as he recovered. He
just curled up and cried on the bed, and I left him there to recover."

"Wow," my husband breathed. "I am never sparring with you ever again!"

Sandra laughed. "Anyway, Ram was in there wabout an hour, and I think he
threw up. When he came out, he was obviously still in pain, but he
claimed he was recovered and ready to fight me. Man, was he angry! I
hadn't even put my clothes on, so we were both still naked. He came right
at me, you know how hard those Muay Thai punches and kicks are. But he
was still slowed down and weak from the ball squeezing, so he didn't kick
my ass like usual. I got in some good hits to his face and body.

Then he got in an elbow and sent me to the floor. He came over to kick
me, but I kicked right up and got him in the balls. It was just a
glancing hit, but it doubled him over and gave me a chance to get up. He
really came after me after that, fighting through the pain and hitting me
a bunch. But now he was even more slowed down, and I kicked his legs and
punched his face again and again. I kept aiming for his balls again, but
he kept twisting out of the way, even though it meant his face took more
hits.

Finally, I managed to poke him in the throat. While he was grabbing that,
I kicked him full-on in the balls, and it was really over. He just went
down gagging and jerking all over the floor. Just to make sure it was
over, I kicked him in the face a few times, but he didn't even respond,
he just held his balls and cried.

At this point I started to get worried that I had seriously injured him,
so I put on my clothes and loaded him up into my car and took him to the
hospital, still totally naked. I'm sure he didn't much like a bunch of
female nurses grabbing his balls and asking him how it happened. Luckily,
though, there were no ruptures, so they sent him back with me in nothing
but a hospital gown."

"So," I asked, "Did that change his attitude?"

"Well, sort of." Sandra pursed her lips and frowned. "He went home as
soon as he could kind of hobble to his car, and hasn't called me since. I
think it's over."

"Good," my husband delcared. "Sounds like he wasn't the right guy for
you."

"Sounds like he wasn't the right guy for anyone," I added.

"I guess," Sandra demurred, doubt in her voice. "Do you think I was too
harsh on him?"

"You did good," my husband said softly, putting his big hand across the
table and patting Sandra's small one. "You did just right."

She looked up, a smile suddenly appearing on her face. "Hey, I have a
question," she asked my husband. "Now that I don't have a boyfriend,
and...well...do you have any, you know, guy-friends who..."

We both laughed. "I'll ask around," my husband said. "I'll just make sure
to only pick guys who have balls of solid steel."

As soon as we got back to our house, my husband and I started making out
against the door.

"Did that story turn you on as much as it did me?" he asked.

I nodded. "Get your clothes off," I purred. He did so, tripping in his
haste to strip. His big beautiful cock bounced free, already standing at
full attention. When he was naked, I reached down and grabbed his balls
and pushed him up against the wall, squeezing enthusiastically. He kissed
me hard, and I kissed him back. His hands were on my breasts, my ass; my
free hand pressed his head to mine. His penis bounced against me.

"I've got you by your balls," I murmured in his ear.

"No you don't," he murmured back. "Those are your balls."

"Right answer," I said.

I smiled and pushed him down onto the floor. As I undressed, I gave his
balls a few little light kicks, but nothing big. Then I stood over him in
all my naked glory; slowly, I lowered myself onto his majestic penis, and
felt him inside me.

Married life, I reflected, was not so bad after all.