Babies and Binkies Part 4 By Connor McCloud Khengiskhan@hotmail.com The next morning I woke up to find Kathie had already left the bed and was doing sitpus and pushups on the floor. I rolled out of bed, and the results of the previous three days hit me hard, I was real sore, all over. Kathie looked over at me, smiled, and continued working out. On a usual Saturday morning we would plan out the weekends chores, but this weekend was different because Kathie's parents were taking the baby for the day. They came around 11 am, commented on my limping around, and said they would be back around 4 o'clock with the baby and to eat dinner. I went out and did some work around the yard and Kathie did some things in the house, until about 1 o'clock when I came in to get something to eat. Although neither one of us was talking about it, we were both deep in thought and there was a terrible tension between us. Kathie came over and stood next to me while I was having some water. She was wearing a half shirt, which revealed her flat stomach, and the shirt fit her in such a way, that it showed off her physique quite well. She was a terribly attractive woman, and for a minute, the events of the last few days left my mind. "Are you mad at me?" she asked rubbing my arm. "No, I'm not mad, it's just a little weird that's all. I'm trying not to think about it to much but it's all I think about," I replied. "I was only trying to prove a point that's all. It won't effect us at all unless you let it,"Kathie explained. "What do you mean by that?" I asked, because her tone was hinting at something more. "I only mean, the problem is with you not me. I'm not upset or mad because I won, you're the one that lost and you have to come to terms with that. I'll help you if you need me to," she said calmly. "Look honey, I'm upset in a way that you beat me at wrestling, but I'm not thinking about it any more than that, there's no need to. I think I can deal with the fact that you are a better wrestler,"I said with a little anger now in my voice. I felt like a mouse taking the cheese from a trap. "Well, it's a little more than that, but we don't have to talk about it, I can see you are going to have a hard time dealing with this issue," she said carefully. "What issue are you talking about?" I asked, annoyed with her way with words. "The issue of me being the physically dominant one in our marriage. I know it's not easy for you or any guy to deal with, but it's true right?" she asked leading me on. "Listen, you beat me in wrestling, and you're a strong woman. I'm not going to stand here and say that you're superior to me because of that," I said defiantly," it's not like we were in a real fight." "Really? Are you going to stand there and say, after I beat you twice last night, that you still think you could take me? You're in a state of denial, and as usual you're being a baby," she stated coldly. As she said this she turned to walk away, but I grabbed her arm and pulled her back. "Kathie you're being a real bitch about this. I told you that you are strong, tough, and all that stuff, but don't push the issue. It's obvious your brother taught you some good wrestling moves, but leave it at that. I won't deny that you won last night, but let's not assume that because of that you are now that master of the house,"I said sarcastically,"you keep acting like this and you might just get a beating." "You know what Ed, you really are a pussy. I kicked your ass last night, I had you crying so I would let you go, and now you are going to pretend like that didn't happen? You'll always be a little baby, let's hope our daughter takes after mother and not you," she stated, but before she could go on, I pushed her hard against the counter. "Fuck you Kathie, I'm sick of your shit," I said angrily,"let's finish this right now!" I moved towards her angrily and tried to grab her around her waist, but she moved quickly and with deadly accuracy, shot a left hand into my stomach. I doubled over in pain, and found Kathie squared up in front of me, ready to land another punch. "You know what Ed, I do want to finish this, I almost did last night, but I let it go. Honestly, I've always thought kicking your ass would be fun, and necessary," she said with a gleam in her eye. She threw a right that I partly blocked, and it softly hit the side of my head. We were now in a drop down, drag out fight. We had playfully squared off before, but this was dead serious. We each threw a few punches, and circled each other, eventually ending up in the livingroom. I had my right hand coiled and set to go, but Kathie had a great defense, and whenever I tried to throw it, she would instead hit me with quick punches. It was becoming obvious again that she had done this before, and she was good at it. She moved fluently and gracefully, throwing jabs and hard right hand crosses, and more and more began to land. I felt like I was not going to win like this and decided I had to charge. I quickly threw my body into hers, and knocked her backwards, where we both wound up struggling for position on the floor. The struggle was nasty and intense, we were each throwing punches at each other and attacking each other violently. It was hard to imagine that we were actually married the way we fought like animals. The fight had turned into more of a scrum now, and our bodies were tangled up as we fought for a good hold. Kathie sent her knee hard into my stomach, completely knocking the air out of me and forcing to double over in pain. She relentlessly attacked while I was hurt, at first she threw two hard punches, one which landed heavily on my cheek, and then other was a follow up to my stomach. I tried to defend myself, but Kathie was simply to quick and strong for me, and she began to overpower me with her physical strength. She began to throw me side to side, even though I tried to resist, she was showing me how much stronger she really was. Kathie knocked me over and moved in behind me, wrapping her powerful arm around my neck, and squeezing tightly. The room began to spin and my head felt foggy as she lowered me down to the floor. I was nearly out cold when she let me fall on the floor. I was on my stomach when she moved in behind me and sat on my lower back, and cupped her hands around my chin, forcing my head back. I cried out in pain as she increased her pressure and she was didn't care about my pleas for her to stop. She was almost sitting now, and she draped one arm over each of her legs and then continued her torturous hold. She punished me for a long time, until I was to weak and hurt to even beg for her to stop. Kathie used her advantage to use a barrage of punches to weaken my resolve even further, and a series of hard, punishing punches landed all over my face and stomach. Kathie was in total control through this attack, with deliberate, and thoughtful decisions on how to punish and hurt me. Beaten and hurt, I was lying now flat on my back, and Kathie moved slowly onto my chest, and sat down. She began to slap my face with hard, slashing strikes which brought tears to my eyes. I couldn't even use my arms to defend myself, I was physically beaten and to exhausted to do anything. My arms fell to my sides, and I was lying still looking at Kathie, who had stopped and was looking down at me. "It didn't have to come to this, but I had thought it might. I thought that maybe you would accept my dominance without taking a beating like this, but you were stubborn, to your credit I guess. Do you have any doubt now?" she asked calmly. I shook my head no. "I want to hear you say it little boy," she said,"tell me who's in charge." "You are," I said. "Will you ever question my dominance again?" she asked. "No, I won't, please stop honey, I'm sorry I questioned you," I said, through sniffles and holding back tears. "Now then, I want you to finish what I asked you for last night," she said standing up and pulling down her shorts,"please me." She sat down on my chest and forced her crotch into my face and told me to please her over and over again. She ground her vagina into my face, practically masturbating and using my face for assistance. Eventually, when she was done, she got up and walked away. She came back a little while later. "I'm going tothe gym," she said to me as I continued to lay flat on my back motionless,"when my parents get back tell them I'll be home soon. Start cooking the pasta around 4 o'clock, that should work out. And honey, please stop blubbering and act like a man. These's no shame in losing to someone tougher than you. Oh yeah, get the dishes done to OK, the baby will need a bottle and her binky when she gets home." Kathie looked at me and shook her head, then walked away without saying a word. I must have stayed there for an hour trying to come to grips with what had just happened and how things would be different. I did what Kathie asked me to do, and somehow pulled myself together for her parents visit. As we ate dinner, the baby began to get fussy, and Kathie gave me a look. "Honey, would you give the baby a binky or a bottle while I finish eating, I had a rough work out today," she asked smiling,"that would be very considerate of you." "Sure honey,"I said getting up. "Hey Mom, check out my arms! Looking pretty good huh?" she said pulling her sleeve back and revealing her muscular, hard arm. To my total dismay, her mother pulled up her sleeve and flexed, revealing an even bigger and harder arm than Kathies'. "You're getting there honey, maybe someday you'll even be as strong as Eddie over there," she said pointing over at me and almost laughing. I looked at her in confusion and awe, not knowing what to say or think, until I noticed that her dad was looking at me with a sheepish, almost sad look on his face. I walked over to the sink, grabbed a binky and went to take care of my daughter.