Am I a wimp?
by Phil Farrell. phlfrrll@gmail.com
Continuing the stories of the marriage of Phil and Isabelle


Isabelle had just finished her morning work out and we were going out to lunch
for the first time since the pandemic started, over 2 years ago. She
showered and changed into a light dress, since we planned to sit outside.
The yellow dress showed off the muscles of her shoulders, arms, back and
chest. Her traps threatened to break the straps that held the dress up.
Like all of her clothes, this was sleeveless, so her heavily muscled shoulders
and arms were quite noticeable.

We got to Giuseppe's and the owner's wife greeted us and was delighted to see
us after the long absence caused by the pandemic. "† When she saw
Isabelle she gasped, "Oh my God, you're so muscular!" She looked at me
disapprovingly, as if to imply why are you not a proper match for her.

We enjoyed a quiet meal, and were finishing up, and I asked our waiter for the
check. A couple of minutes later Isabelle's eyes lit up, as she caught
sight of a friend of hers walking toward us. I couldn't see him, as my
back was turned to him. All of a sudden I felt pain in my arms, as he had
grabbed each arm in one of his hands. I tried to move, but he was holding
me down, and squeezing my arms tightly.

"Hey Isabelle, s So this is the wimp you talked about? His biceps are
smaller than your forearms! You weren't joking!"

Isabelle said, "Hi Jason. It's great to see you. This is my
husband, Phil. We're just finishing up our lunch, so just let him
alone. I'll see you Monday at the house."

Meantime, this Jason continued to squeeze my arms, preventing me from
moving. Isabelle again asked him to release his grips, but he said,
"Let's dump this wimp and go to your place right now." At that he
squeezed my arms even harder. I winced. This was really painful, and
I was stuck""caught off-guard.

Isabelle got up, and went behind me, so I couldn't see what happened, but I
felt Jason's grip release, so I turned around. She had grabbed each
of his wrists, and lifted them off my arms. Man, he looked huge! He
looked to be about 19. He had a tank top on and shorts. He laughed,
but Isabelle told him this wasn't funny. She just wanted to get on with
the day. She told Jason to be on his way. But Jason moved to kiss
her, and Isabelle , who still was holding his wrists, brought his right hand
up to gently slap his cheek. Jason looked shocked. For a second he
seemed angry, but chose to relent, and walked away.

Isabelle offered to drive home, as she suspected I was in too much pain""she
said that my arms were red. I told her that I was fine, but there was
still a lot of pain. "No that's ok. Wow, what was all that about?"
I asked. "Who is this Jason nut?"

She told me a bit about him, on our short drive home. As we were pulling
into our garage I said, "Thanks for dealing with the situation at
Giuseppe's. You handled it well. I didn't want to make a scene.
Otherwise I would have kicked his ass."

When we were changing back into our home clothes she started laughing: "You
would have kicked his ass! You were completely stuck""what a joke."

"Look, I've gained a few pounds, and I think I can protect you and myself."†
"† You don't think so?" The I started to think about some of Jason's
comments. "Jason said he's been here to our house. When was that?"

"He's been here a few times. I didn't want to go the gym during the
pandemic, and I wanted to so some heavier bench work, so he comes over and we
work as training partners."

"But I'm your coach and spotter!"

She pointed out that when I spotted her on her bench press, she stopped at
about 170 pounds, as she didn't think I would be able to help with a heavier
bar. But lately she easily does about 20 reps with that weight, so she
wanted to train heavier. When Jason or Jeff come she tops out at about
240 pounds for 7 reps.

This was a lot for me to deal with. Not only Jason buy Jeff. He
owned the gym. 240 pound bench for 7 reps.

"And what's all that about you telling these guys that I'm a wimp, and that
your forearms are bigger than my biceps. That's not true."

"Which," she was laughing.

"Both. That's bullshit. As I've said, I've gained a few pounds, and
I'm no wimp. I'm over 6 feet tall and I weigh 185."

"Look." She said, "I don't want to argue. Whatever you say."

"No. I grabbed her "" "You should stop saying those things.
They're not true. Your forearms are not bigger than my biceps!" I
yelled.

"That's easy to check," she said. Let's measure them. She looked
like she was getting angry, which was never a good thing. She pulled a
measuring tape out of her dresser. "OK flex, big man, let's see what you
got."

I flexed my right arm a few times and squeezed as hard as I could to show off
my biceps. Isabelle put the tape around it. "Make sure it's in the
highest peak," I warned her. "Tell me when you flex," she was
laughing. "It's pretty flat."

"OK measure it now, I said."

"It measures almost 12 inches. Not bad." She was still laughing."†
"† Wow, I thought 12 inches! I haven't been that big in a while."†
"† I was feeling pretty cocky and powerful.

"While I've got this tape, let's measure your forearm," she said.
"Flex." I wasn't sure how to flex my forearm, so I made a fist, but
nothing really changed. "Tell me when you've flexed," she chuckled."†
"†

"OK, just measure now." "But I don't see any muscle," she laughed."†
"† She measured my forearm at 10". "Not bad." I couldn't help but
think I was being ridiculed.

"Alright now let me measure your forearm," I said. She gave me the
tape, and flexed her forearm. Somehow muscles rippled through the whole
forearm. And it expanded. "Measure it now."

I pulled the tape around her forearm tight. No matter how tight I pulled,
it was clear that Isabelle's forearm was 13 inches, at least, in
circumference. "Thirteen inches," I reported.

"See wimp!" She said quietly, plaintively.

Wow, I was shocked. Both by the cords of muscle in her arm, but also by
the fact that she just called me a wimp, and confirmed what Jason had said.

"Do you even know what wimp means? Look, Isabelle. I outweigh you
by 70 pounds, and I'm 9 inches taller than you." I think I can protect
myself without your help. And I'm not a wimp."

"Alright Phil. "† I don't want to argue. Show me how strong you
are, and what you would do to protect yourself."

"Turn around." And let me put my arms around you," I told her. So
she did as I asked, and I put my arms between her arms and her back.
"OK, now put your arms out to the side," I commanded. She did that."†
"† Now I tried to position her in a full-nelson hold. It wasn't easy, as
her delts and upper arms are very thick. Her back is wide.
Nevertheless I was able to link my fingers together behind her neck, and felt
pretty confident. "OK," I said. "You are stuck now, and I
could make you do what I want," I chuckled.

"Don't be ridiculous," she laughed. She must have used her neck
muscles, and pushed back, as my hands were suddenly in immense pain. I
pulled my hands apart, and then my arms were caught at her sides, as she
lowered her arms, and squeezed mine against her sides. "† "What are you
gonna do now, wimp?" She teased. (At least, I hope she was teasing,
as I knew that I was in a lot of trouble if she were really mad!). "†
She relaxed her right arm""letting go of my right arm, and turned around
to face me. She grabbed my right wrist with her left hand, and my left
wrist with her right hand. She pushed both of my hands up against my
chest, and then used just her left hand to pin both of my wrists against my
chest and pushed me back against our bedroom wall. "OK, wimp, what are
you going to do now?" She did seem to be getting mad.

"Well, Isabelle, obviously nothing. I don't want you to get upset.
Just let me go, and I'll agree that you're the man of the house."

"Do I look like a man to you?" Now she was mad; I was scared shitless,
and immobilized. She squeezed my right nipple hard, with her right hand""
there was nothing I could do, but try to not cry. Then she squeezed my
left nipple even harder, and I cried out. "Fight back, wimp." She
laughed.

"You know I can't move, I whimpered.

"You can't even budge. My left arm has you completely paralyzed. So
how are you going to defend yourself against someone like Jason?"

"Well obviously, he's not as strong as you," I choked out. "Please
stop, I get your point."

"I'm not sure you do." With that, she stuck her right hand into my
shorts and grabbed my manhood. I gulped. She squeezed, and milked.

"Please stop," I pleaded.

"Puny wimp," she laughed, and proceeded to squeeze even harder, and jerk me
off. "I don't ever want you to question my authority, or my choice of
friends." With that she squeezed my flaccid cock, and I winced.

"Yes, Ma'am," I stammered. Please let me go.

"Get cleaned up wimp. I'm going to see Jason."