Women Rule!
by brooksie brooksie@pacificcoast.net
New rules around the house.


Bang, crash, thud! Dave looked up from the newspaper at his wife Marquita with
a puzzled expression on his face. The beautiful Brazilian woman he had met and
married while on vacation six months ago asked "What is that noise?"

"I don't know" he replied "it sounded like it came from downstairs. They both
stood up to go investigate. He followed behind her as she headed towards the
stairs, admiring the muscular cut of her calves and the way her thighs flexed
and unflexed when she walked. Dave loved muscular female legs, and Marquita
certainly had them, as did her 13-year-old daughter, Carmina. Active in track,
soccer and gymnastics, Carmina was already showing noticeable muscle
definition in her dark-skinned young body.

Dave had been worried about how his son, 16-year-old Jonathon, would adjust to
having not only a new step-mother, but a teenage girl suddenly taking up
residence in the house. He had been sullen and depressed for some time
following Dave's divorce from his mother, but had recently started showing
signs of returning to his former outgoing self.

Dave and Marqita went downstairs to the basement where Jonathon had set up a
little workout room, with some weights and other assorted equipment. The door
was closed but they could hear grunting sounds coming from inside. Dave paused
outside the door for a second, then he heard Jonathon's voice, sounding
pinched and strained, yell "Let me go, goddammit." Carmina answered in a calm,
matter-of-fact tone. "No. Not until you give up and apologize." Dave opened
the door and looked down on the sight of his muscular, athletic son struggling
to escape Carmina's legs, which were tightly wrapped around his head. She had
him face up, the back of his neck bent over her extended left leg, forced nto
that position by her right which was tucked under his chin at the knee.
Carmina was resting on her elbows, looking comfortable as if it were no strain
at all for her to keep the older boy trapped. She looked surprised and maybe a
little anxious as the door opened and she saw her mother and step-father
standing there, but made no move to get up. She continued to hold Jonathon in
her scissors grip while he thrashed about in a futile effort to free himself.

"What's going on Carmina?" her mother wanted to know.

"Jonathon was making fun of me because I said I wanted to go out for the
wrestling team. He said a girl couldn't make the team, it was only for boys. I
said I was going to try anyway and he kept teasing me. Then he said he's show
me girls couldn't wrestle, threw me down and tried to pin me so I got him in a
scissors and told him I'd let him go if he gave up and apologized."

"I see." Marquita replied, seemingly satisfied by the explanation.

Dave looked on in disbelief. Although he was no chauvinist, he was having a
hard time accepting that Carmina could render his son helpless like that while
looking totally relaxed and carrying on a casual conversation with her mother.

"Come on Jonathon, quit fooling around and get up." he said impatiently.

"He can't get up" Carmina answered, "not until I let him, and he hasn't
apologized to me yet."

"Look" Dave declared, "this has gone far enough. I'll talk to him about
apologizing but right now, it's time for this to end."

Marquita touched his arm. "Don't interfere Dave" she said, "Carmina has a
right to settle this for herself."

Dave made a move towards Carmina to pull her off of Jonathon when he suddenly
felt Marquita's arm around his neck. She pulled him back and twisted him
around as she turned the hold into a standing headlock. Then she wrenched him
to the floor, trading the headlock for a full nelson which she used to keep
Dave face down in the carpet. Dave tried grasping at her arms to pull them
apart but found he had no chance of accomplishing this. When he began
searching around for her fingers in hopes of unlocking them, Marquita lifted
his head up and shook him by the neck. He quickly abandoned that approach as
well. She had him pinned face down, her weight centered over his lower back,
ankles locked around the back of his knees. Dave was lying still when Marquita
released her hold, put a wristlock on his right arm and brought him over on
his back.

She quickly sat down, extended her legs and caught Dave in the same
headscissors hold her daughter had his son in. He pawed at Marquita's thick
thighs, to no avail.

"You see?" Marquita teased, "It's not so easy as you thought to get out of
this." She looked over at her daughter and asked her to end her wrestling
match with Jonathon.

"I don't want to hurt him." Carmina replied.

"I know," her mother said, "just enough pressure to make him submit. You know
how to control it." With that, Carmina began squeezing her legs together and,
seconds later, Dave heard his son yell out "Ok, ok, I give!"

"And do you apologize to me?" Carmina insisted.

"Yes Carmina, I'm sorry. I apologize."

"Say 'Women rule'."

"Women rule."

"That's enough Carmina." Marquita admonished. "He has apologized to you, now
let him go."

Carmina unlocked her legs and helped a dazed and disoriented Jonathon to his
feet.

"Alright you two, leave us now. I want to talk with Dave alone."

"Sure Mom. Come on Jonathon." She took him by the hand and pulled him out the
door, closing it behind her.

"Now," Marquita smiled, "I want you to listen carefully to me. I have raised
Carmina to believe, as I do, that women do not have to put up with any of this
macho bullshit. I am well-trained in the art of Brazilian-style grappling,
using jujuitsu and wrestling techniques, which I have taught to my daughter.
We are more than able to defend ouselves physically, if necessary. I think
that Jonathon has learned that today and I hope you have too." Marquita
tightened her top let, forcing Dave's head to bend further back over her
bottom one. His neck was stretched out fully, constricting his throat.

"What I expect is that we will be equal partners in everything and that you
will respect my opinion always. That is what I am trying to teach you. Have
you learned the lesson Dave?"

"Yes." he whispered, in a hoarse-sounding voice.

Marquita released Dave from her scissors grip and stood up. Dave lay on his
back rubbing his sore neck as his wife playfully put her foot on his chest and
flexed her muscular leg. She then seized Dave's wrist and applied an agonizing
wristlock, moving her foot onto his throat. "Let's have a quick test, shall
we? What was today's lesson?"

"Equal partners in everything. Respect your opinion always." Dave grunted.

"And what else?"

Dave looked up at his wife with pleading eyes. Marquita merely smiled and
repeated the question. Dave still didn't seem to understand so she mouthed the
words, slowly. Dave's eyes flickered with understanding.

"Women Rule?" he said hopefully.

"Very good" his wife answered, "but only if we have to. We don't abuse our
power. Now," Marquita said, helping him to his feet, "since you have been such
a good student, I think you should be rewarded." She slipped her arm around
his waist and guided him upstairs towards their bedroom.