Vacation Plans By GW Unable to agree on a vacation destination, Chuck and his wife Grace settle the matter with a wrestling match. Violence, n/c. Not for minors, for mature adults, only. "Well I'm sick of hiking through the woods, swatting mosquitos and trying to cook over a camp fire! Sleeping in the mud, in a leaky tent is surely not my idea of fun! " Grace Walters snorted. "We've spent our last four vacations camping out. It's time we did something else. Look at these brochures I got for Tropical Beach. I want to go someplace where I'll be pampered and where someone else does the cooking and we dress for dinner." "Aww Honey!" Grace's husband, Chuck answered. "It's so expensive. All those people you have to tip, and all those clothes we'll need. Besides camping gets us close to nature. Roughing it toughens you up. After a trip to the mountains you can face anything." Grace's green eyes flashed dangerously. "Well, if you want something to toughen us up, why don't we settle it that way. I'll wrestle you for it!" "You'll wrestle me!" Chuck laughed in disbelief. "Hey great! Let's settle all our disagreements that way. I'll always get my way, then." "Oh yeah!" Grace snapped "Don't be so sure of that! Maybe we'll be doing things my way from now on!" "Come on Hon! I think you're terrific, but get real. Wrestle Me? Forget it!" Chuck replied in disbelief. His diminutive, red-haired wife had never been athletic for the first thirty years of her life. It was only three years ago, that she had taken up a strenuous exercise program. Chuck had encouraged her, appreciative of the sensational improvement in her figure. Grace had made amazing progress in three years, but wrestling against her husband seemed ridiculous. At least it did, to Chuck. Chuck had played college football and was still in good shape. He ran daily, and visited the gym three times a week, on his lunch hour. Not only was he in great shape, but at five feet eleven he was a full eight inches taller than Grace. He also outweighed her solid 125 pounds by at least fifty additional beefy pounds. Grace wouldn't take "no" for an answer, though. "Well if you're afraid to wrestle me?" She teased. "Boy! Wait til I tell your friends, you're chicken to wrestle your "little woman'!" Finally, Grace's teasing got under Chuck's skin, and he snapped. "O.K. then! We'll wrestle to settle it! If you win, we go to Tropical Beach. If I win, we go camping. I might as well get the tent out right now!" Chuck changed into his running shorts, leaving his brawny, hairy chest and ridged abdomen bare. Grace put on a sexy green bikini, that matched her green eyes and revealed all of her strong exciting curves. As they walked down the stairs to the basement, Chuck watched the way Grace's solid little butt wiggled. "Boy I'd like to smack that!" He thought, a little irritated at her insistence on this silliness. "I should have made that a condition!" In the basement, Grace had a number of mats laid out for her daily workouts. As he watched Grace, Chuck had to admit she was supple and sturdy looking, compared to the plump softness of three years ago. Not that she hadn't been pretty sexy then, too. Grace's thighs were still as full and round as ever, but now they were firm and tight, and her calves had developed a shapely bulge they'd never had before. She'd trimmed down her waist five or six inches, giving her a firm supple middle above her solid hips and buttocks. Luckily her boobs were big as ever, though they were now higher and firmer which, Chuck really had come to appreciate. Her behind had been kind of flat before, too. Now it stuck out provocatively. Grace turned and said. "O.K. I'm ready, any time you are!" Not quite sure how to start a wrestling match with his own wife, Chuck began circling "This is silly Hon!" Chuck said, feeling foolish. Grace smiled, as she replied. "Save your breath Chuckie, Boy! You'll need it!" With that, Grace suddenly dived at Chuck's ankles. Chuck had been tackled by experts in college. He was astounded when his wife caught him off guard, in a surprisingly well executed, flying tackle, that upended him. As Chuck fell on his face, Grace scrambled onto his back. As she planted that solid, provocative behind on the small of Chuck's back, she grabbed him under the chin, with both hands. She jerked his head backward with amazing power. Chuck got his knees under him, and tried to throw Grace over his head, but the elusive redhead locked her strong thighs around his waist in a scissors. Grace's firm legs gripped like pythons, and Chuck couldn't shake her loose. Meanwhile, his back was still being bent further and further backward. Chuck rolled on his side, but Grace was still wrapped around him tightly, clinking like a limpet. Her thighs squeezed his supple waist tighter and tighter. Chuck could hardly breath; his face was red as a beet . Chuck grabbed Grace's wrists, and with some difficulty pulled them loose from his chin. He couldn't pry Grace's thighs loose from his middle, but he managed to twist half way around and grab her wrists again. Chuck's powerful arm muscles bulged as he strove to pin his wife's slender arms to the floor, above her head. Those slender arms were much stronger than they looked. It was a strenuous struggle before he finally got her wrists pinned where he wanted them. As he held Grace's wrists down, Chuck twisted again and pinned her back down. Now, he was on top. Grace's gripping thighs were still locked around his middle, though. As he strained to slide upward from their grasp, Grace arched her back, and, with an agile twist of her hips, rolled Chuck off to one side. In surprise, Chuck lost his grip on his wife's wrists. Grace didn't stop with just getting out from under her husband, she rolled right over on top of him. As she rolled on top, Grace grabbed Chuck's wrists. She could hardly get her small hands around his thick wrists, but even so, her grip felt like a set of handcuffs. In disbelief, Chuck found himself on his, back with his arms pinned by the side of his head. Grace locked her heels, together, under the small of Chuck's back. As Grace pressed her body weight down on his upper body, Chuck discovered he had no leverage to maneuver. The leverage was all on Grace's side. Chuck tried to pull his arms free, but somehow he couldn't get them loose from those tiny hands. Chuck thrashed and struggled, but couldn't dislodge the petite redhead, whose boobs were now mashed against his face. The pressure of Grace's strong, little legs never let up, and Chuck was panting, unable to get his breath. Those big boobs pressed down on his face didn't help matters any either. "This is ridiculous!" Chuck thought. He kicked and bucked like a mad man, unable to believe his own wife had gotten him into a hold, he couldn't break, and done it so easily, besides. On the other hand, Grace was able to hold her husband down, and maintain her rib crushing scissors, with very little effort. She was breathing easily, while Chuck was rapidly tiring himself out, with wild, uncoordinated floundering. No matter how hard Chuck struggled, or which way he twisted, Grace would just shift her weight, a little, and ride down his frantic efforts. It wasn't long before Grace felt her powerful husband's struggles weakening. He was wearing himself out fast, and not accomplishing a thing. Each time Grace felt Chuck falter, she'd tighten her legs a little more. Whenever Chuck started to lie still to conserve his energy, Grace would slap her big boobs across his face. Her insolent display of superiority drove Chuck nearly mad, and he'd foolishly renew his fierce, futile struggle, doing just what Grace planned, wasting his waning strength, uselessly. Grace waited until she was sure Chuck had completely exhausted himself. He was panting like a steam engine, and she felt his harsh ragged breathing against her boobs. She felt his heart pounding wildly against her ribs, and his legs had stopped kicking. "Ready to give up, Big Fella?" Grace asked sweetly. The complacent smugness in Grace's voice just about drove Chuck crazy. "Are you kidding? I'm just about ready to stop kidding around and toss you off!" He retorted, but the ragged exhaustion in his voice, belied the threat. "Oh yeah, really?" Grace asked and suddenly she exerted all her untapped, fresh strength. She gave a wrenching squeeze of her thighs. It seemed to Chuck that he was caught in a vice that would split him in half. His exhausted trunk muscles collapsed. He could hardly breath at all, now. "All right! All right!" Chuck gasped in a choked mutter. "I give!" Grace seemed reluctant to release her helplessly trapped husband. She evidently enjoyed his discomfiture, and her own mastery, enormously. Gradually though, she eased the crushing pressure, and finally got up off his unmoving body, with indolent poise. It was a while before Chuck could move. His whole body was limp and washed out, as if he'd gone through a winger. Worse was the mortal shock to his manly pride. His own wife had made him give up! It was inconceivable! "Well, ready for two weeks of Tropical Beach?" Grace's voice penetrated Chuck's shocked inertia. He couldn't miss the note of triumphant derision, in her voice. Chuck mumbled. "I suppose so, but I wasn't ready. I didn't think you were going to be so rough. How about making it tow out of three?" He was still sure this was some kind of fluke. He just hadn't been trying for real. Grace looked at her husband, with a smile, for a few moments, before she answered "Well maybe I'd be willing to consider making it best of three falls, but only if we up the ante a little. After all I already won." "Raise the ante to what?" Chuck answered, knowing he had to wipe out this defeat, somehow, no matter what crazy bet Grace made him agree to. 'Well," Grace replied. "I was thinking. The winner not only chooses the vacation but the loser must act as the winner's servant for the next two weeks. And..." "And what?" Chuck demanded. "And the winner gets to spank the loser." Grace answered, almost shyly, but with a repressed tone of excitement, that Chuck in his agitation failed to notice. For years Grace's fondest sexual fantasy was that she was spanking another grownup, sometimes another woman but usually a big strong man. She was coming to realize it was Chuck she'd fantasized in that position, all this time. "That's absurd!" Chuck snapped. "Are you nuts, or something?" Before the first fall, supremely confident of victory, Chuck would have jumped at this proposal. Now it made him unaccountably nervous. "No! I'm not nuts!" Grace told him in in a little girl voice. "I guess you're scared, huh? I beat you pretty bad once, and you know I can do it again. I"ll tell you what. The spanking only goes, if one of us wins the next two falls. That's my best offer! Otherwise, we go to Tropical Beach next month. Chuck sat thinking on the floor, feeling stupid and humiliated, Finally he answered. "O.K.! It's crazy, but I don't have a choice, do I?" "I know!" Grace answered with a smirk. "I'm ready anytime you can get up, My Dear!" She added teasingly. Stung by his wife's taunt, Chuck jumped up, pretending not to feel the ache in his gut from Grace's steely legs. Chuck really needed a much longer rest, but his already wounded pride wouldn't let him admit it, or ask Grace for more time. He got ready, and Grace circled him, a catlike smile on her ripe lips. Grace feinted this way and that, as Chuck watched warily this time. Then suddenly, she made another dive at Chuck's ankles. This time, though, Chuck was ready. Displaying his football playing expertise, he deftly sidestepped her tackle, and Grace fell on her face. "Not this time, Honey!" Chuck muttered and jumped on her back, with his full weight. He never thought he'd treat Grace so rough, but this was nearly war, now, he realized. His heavy landing knocked Grace's breath out of her. Before she knew it, Chuck wrapped his long muscular legs around her hips. He tied up her slim arms in a full nelson. Grace struggled briefly, but soon realized she was in a bad spot. She'd learned from Chuck's experience in the last fall, that it was stupid to tire yourself out uselessly, though. Instead, she lay still, waiting in catlike readiness. Gradually she got her breath back. "Ready to give up?" Chuck asked. "You wish!" Grace replied with a confident laugh, she didn't quite feel. Annoyed by Grace's seeming unconcern, Chuck tightened his grip squeezing his legs together harder and harder, and forcing Grace's arms higher. Grace lay still, willing herself not to panic, letting her body relax. Chuck's scissors around her hips hurt, but was too low to do any real damage, to her hard muscular hips and bottom. With her body relaxed, her husband's heavy weight on her back was confining, but she could still breath O.K. and the full nelson hurt a little but nothing she couldn't handle, she told herself. Hoping to make Chuck mad enough to make some mistake, Grace snickered. "Gee is this the best you can do? I'm getting bored!" Chuck realized his scissors hold should be higher up around Grace's taut waist. He carefully maneuvered his legs, but not carefully enough. For a fraction of a second, his legs slipped and his full nelson grew fractionally looser. With catlike speed, Grace tensed her strong arms and legs, and pushed against the floor, with amazing power. Her move flipped both of them over on their backs. Grace's hard bottom came down on Chuck's belly "Uuuumph!" Chuck gasped as Grace jerked her arms free. With another catlike twist, she flipped over, and her knees landed in Chuck's belly this time. She sprang to her feet her knees digging into Chuck's body even deeper, for leverage. Despite the ache in his gut, Chuck sat right up. But as he did, Grace said. "Here Hon! Let me help you!" She grabbed his right arm, with both hands and whipped him over onto his stomach. Grace held onto Chuck's wrist, and before he knew it, she twisted his arm behind his back in a hammer lock. Chuck groaned as his diminutive wife easily forced his thick muscular arm up his back, wrenching it roughly, until it was trapped nearly at the back of his neck. Chuck tried to break the hold, by turning on his left side, but Grace forestalled him by plopping down on the small of his back. She let her whole body weight drop hard, and the impact left Chuck breathless, and pinned him to the mat. He tried to lever himself up with his left hand, but Grace; held his right arm with just her right hand, and grabbed Chuck's left arm with her free hand. She jerked it out from under him. He flopped, face first, back on the mat. Then he helplessly felt Grace twist his vulnerably exposed left arm behind his back, too. Chuck struggled madly, but, once again, Grace had artfully robbed him of leverage. There was nothing he could do, to stop her from sliding his left arm behind his back too, until it joined his right arm, in a double hammerlock. As Chuck struggled, Grace tormented him, by letting his arms slide down a little, then shoving them back up, with all her might. This way, she soon had her big, muscular husband groaning aloud at the pain. Chuck couldn't see the look of pleased enjoyment on his wife's face, at his moans, but an observer would have noted that the little redhead had a streak of malicious cruelty in her makeup. Now, it was coming out with a vengeance. Winded and hurting, Chuck still foolishly struggled to get loose. He sort of knew how silly this was from his experience the first time, yet his male pride couldn't endure lying helplessly under his wife's control. He frantically tired to flip over on his back, and throw Grace off, but once again, she skillfully rode down his mad gyrations. She would have been a great bronco buster in the Old West. Each time Chuck tried to get loose, Grace rammed his arms up another agonizing half an inch. Whichever way he turned, she jammed his arms the other way. She bounced her bottom up and down on his kidneys, continually. Her tiny hands and slim tense arms seemed to be made of steel, the way they gripped him, never easing the pressure. Chuck's arms and shoulders ached more than they ever had, in the roughest football game, he ever played. His arms were getting numb too from the unrelenting pressure "Dammit! Doesn't she ever get tired?" Chuck wondered, desperately aware of his own hear exhaustion. He managed one last extreme effort to shove himself up on his knees, by pressing his face and head against the mat. Grace just raised her butt a little higher, and slammed it down on his back, flattening him again. He knew it was foolish and useless, but being helplessly held down, by his wife, was so unsettling, that Chuck kicked his legs wildly, until they were just too tired to kick any more. By then, his abdomen ached as much as his arms from the constant struggle. His breathing came harder and harder, until he was panting loudly. Confident that Chuck had nearly exhausted himself, Grace suddenly released his arms, and sprang to her feet. Chuck started to get up too, much more slowly, but as he did, Grace grabbed him around the neck in a choke hold, and pulled him over backward. Chuck landed on his behind with a loud thumb, and Grace dragged him around bumping his behind on the mat, for a while, before she flung him over on his hands and knees. Grace kicked her husband in the belly. In her growing excitement, she'd become merciless. Though her foot was bare, her toe drove into Chuck's abdominal muscles, as painfully as a knife. The kick heaved Chuck over on his side. As he started to get up, Grace grabbed his arm, keeping him off balance as he rose. Before Chuck could get his balance, Grace let go of his arm, and gave him a forearm smash in the belly. Unprepared, Chuck doubled over and got another forearm smash to the face, that knocked him back down on the mat. The room was going round in circles now, as Chuck lay on his back trying to get his bearings. Before he could move, Grace flung herself across his chest. Her whole body weight crashed down, and flattened him. Chuck struggled dazedly, but Grace had a knee on one arm and her body pressed down on his chest. At the same time, she grabbed his leg in her arm, and raised it off the floor. Chuck found himself unable to move. His shoulders were pressed securely to the mat, and Grace started to count, loudly and slowly. Displaying a self-confidence that bordered on arrogance, she didn't stop counting at the obligatory "three count," but slowly, and infuriatingly, kept on counting until she reached ten. Grace stood up, and capered around her big handsome husband, still flat on his back, unable to move. "Well, that's two falls, out of three! Ready for the third fall, or do you want to concede and take the consequences?" Grace simpered annoyingly "Go to hell!" Chuck panted. "Tsk, tsk! What a bad little sport, we are!" Grace infuriatingly chided her husband. "Just because your wife can beat you up, and is a "better man" than you are!" Chuck hung his head at Grace's taunt, feeling its truth like a knife in his gut. It was the most humiliating thing that ever happened to him. Losing a wrestling match to his own demure little wife, fifty pounds and eight inches smaller than him. "I must be a real wimp!" Chuck thought miserably, bitterly ashamed. Just as bad as losing was experiencing Grace's arrogant hostility and contempt. She'd always been a loyal and loving wife, but now she seemed intent on grinding him into the dirt, and she'd already done a good job of it. Seeing the hurt look on Chuck's face, Grace fell sorry for him, and a little ashamed of herself. She hadn't told Chuck she'd been taking wrestling lessons from an Olympic wrestling coach for the last year and a half. She started this out to display her new skills, and really hadn't thought she could beat her husband. For an instant she didn't know what to do. Should she let him win the third fall and save face, or should she tell him the truth and call the whole thing off? "Noo!" She thought. "It's gone too far now. Damn it, if his own wife can out wrestle him, he better just learn to live with it!" Having made up her mind, Grace said. "I'm ready any time you are!" Chuck approached his wife very slowly and warily this time. He cautiously flexed his powerful arm and chest muscles, to ease the aches and soreness. His broad, muscular chest heaved slowly, as he took a deep breath. Grace met him in the center of the mat. Chuck grabbed his wife around the shoulders and tried to throw her. Instead, Grace locked her arms around his chest. They struggled silently, each trying to throw the other. Chuck's height and weight advantage, and his still much greater strength, somehow, just weren't enough to throw the shapely, petite redhead. She always seemed to anticipate his next move, by a split second. Her flexible, agile body always moved with him, rather than against him, neutralizing his efforts, always keeping him, off balance. Chuck found it was like struggling with a will o' the wisp. The harder he tried, the less success he had. He was using all his strength while Grace just moved with him. He was starting to pant again, a sure sign he was tiring. Then, without warning, Grace slipped her leg behind his, and with a supple twist of her shapely body, used Chuck's own momentum, to throw him on the floor. Chuck landed on his hands and knees. He didn't even know how Grace had done it, she was so quick and skillful. Chuck felt Grace's arms lock under his shoulders, from above, and though he tried with all his might, to resist, Grace flipped him over on his back. Chuck desperately flung himself up into a sitting position, expecting his wife to leap on his belly. Instead she slipped behind him. He tried to lunge forward, to get away, but Grace seized him under the chin, from behind, and pulled him backward. Chuck felt his head shoved between Grace's hot grasping thighs. They locked around his head and face, capturing it in a fleshy prison, like a venus flytrap snapping shut. Grace knelt on the mat hands on hips, pressing Chuck's face into her wet crotch. Chuck waved his arms uselessly. He couldn't see or hear, and he could hardly breath. Grace locked her ankles together and settled down on the mat, stretching Chuck's body out flat, with his head secured in the hot, wet vice of her crotch. Chuck struggled and kicked, but Grace's thighs were as strong as rubber inner tubes, wrapped around him, pressing against him remorselessly. Desperate to get free, Chuck kicked his body in the air, tying to catch Grace's head between his ankles. Instead, Grace grabbed his legs, and tucked his ankles under her arms, and held his straining legs powerless. Frantically, Chuck tried to kick loose, but to his dismay he had no chance. He had no leverage, and Grace could keep him bent double with very little effort on her part. His jack-knifed body labored and struggled uselessly. In this cramped position, Chuck couldn't even suck in the little air that reached his nose and mouth, through Grace's all enveloping thighs. Robbed of air, his useless struggles quickly drained his little remaining strength. Grace felt the trembling in her husband's legs as they strained uselessly in her strong capable arms. Chuck was not only helpless, but in the humiliating position of having his wife sitting on h is face. It was especially humiliating that she had trapped him and rendered him powerless so easily this time. His body ached and trembled. Grace rode down Chuck's feeble struggles, until her husband was totally exhausted and blacking out from lack of air. Then, she let his legs drop. They fell flat, just lying there, twitching a little. Licking her lips, at the heady sense of power it gave her, she surveyed her husband's powerfully masculine body, stretched out helplessly beneath her, for a few more moments. Then she released Chuck's head, and twisted around and sat on his chest. As Grace looked down triumphantly into her helpless husband's face, she pinned his arms under her knees. He twitched a little, but couldn't do anything to stop her. Chuck twisted his head to one side. Unable to resist his wife' triumph, he couldn't stand to look her in the eye. He wanted to cry. His eyes were hot and dry and it was a struggle to blink back the tears. Mercilessly, Grace took hold of his chin and twisted his head so she could look directly into his face. He gulped back a sob. "Give?" Grace asked. "N-no!" Chuck choked in another near sob. He heaved his body suddenly, trying to dislodge his exultant wife, but as usual, Grace rode him skillfully, and his overtaxed body collapsed. Grace began to bounce up her full body weight up and down on Chuck's chest. "Give! Give! Give!" Grace chanted relentlessly. Chuck kept shaking his head, "No!" " She can't make me give up!" Chuck told himself, defiantly. "O.K.! It's your funeral, Buddy Boy!" Grace said with a severe smile. She jumped up from her husband's trembling body, and stooping suddenly, pulled his running shorts and jockstrap down his legs and off his ankles, stripping her husband naked. Chuck cried out in shock, and involuntarily threw his hands over his genitals, as though to shield them, from this fierce castrating amazon. Grace laughed aloud, at Chuck's modesty. "I've seen it before!" She snickered. Then, she grabbed Chuck's arms and pulled on them, until she sat him up. She held him there, while she eased her arms under his shoulders, around his chest. She pulled her helpless husband to his feet. He would have keeled over, if Grace's strong arms weren't locked around his trunk, like bands of steel. Grace began to squeeze, building up pressure, a little at a time, steadily encrusting the pressure, until Chuck couldn't breath again. He dangled helplessly, weak and breathless, locked in his tiny wife's slender arms. Grace's big boobs pressed against his broad muscular chest. The soft, girlish mounds pressed into his hard manly muscles like two torpedoes, into a bowl of mush. His face was red and he gasped breathlessly. Weakly, Chuck tried to pry Grace's arms loose, but there was no strength left in his brawny body. Grace had squeezed and drained his muscular, male strength dry. Chuck seemed near to passing out, and Grace eased the pressure a little, so he could breath some. She wanted him awake for what she planned next. She still held on to him tightly, though, as much to hold him up as anything. She let his body sag forward a little, and as it did, she caught him across her back. She slid her right arm between Chuck's legs and wrapped it around his hard muscular thigh. With a stout heave, Grace lifted her husband clear off the floor. Chuck gasped in sudden helpless terror. Grace bounced him around, twisting his body as it lay across her back, until her helpless husband lay face up. Grace straightened up; her slim, sturdy form tensed at the strain of holding her husband's huge body aloft. Now her right hand was pressed against his tight muscular buttocks. She slid her left hand under the small of his back. Chuck was totally powerless, a helpless pawn in his dominant wife's hands. Straining every muscle in her firm little body, Grace power-lifted her husband, higher and higher, into the air. Chuck screamed, nearly petrified in fear. Grace's legs trembled at the strain and her forehead was wet with perspiration, as she concentrated all her strength and will. It was a titanic struggle, but finally she was standing erect as an arrow, holding Chuck at arms length above her head. "Now, do you give up? Or should I toss you across the room?" Grace asked in a tight little voice. "I give! I give!" Chuck wailed, completely overcome by terror. Fear of being tossed across the room hardly entered into his fear. It was his complete vulnerability to his wife's mastery over him, a totally demoralizing feeling of helplessness. "Please, let me down! Please!" Chuck moaned. The naked, hysterical fear was only too apparent in Chuck's voice. Grace slowly lowered her arms and allowed her terrified, beaten husband to slide down. He slid down her body clinging to her legs abjectly and ended in a heap, crouching at her feet, like a whipped dog. While Chuck lay shuddering, frozen by terror and unable to move, Grace almost collapsed, herself, from the toll of her stupendous effort. She was trembling almost as much as her pitifully frightened husband. She rapidly regained her strength, though. She felt unconquerable! After taking a few deep breaths, the triumphant joy of victory rapidly revived her. She walked to the coat rack, by the back door, where her raincoat was hanging. She took a pair of thick, leather driving gloves from the pocket, and slipped them on her hands. Grace strode back to where her beaten husband lay trembling, still too shaken to get up. Her loins tingled in anticipation. Looking down at Chuck's pitiful misery, though, she felt a pang of remorse. She was ashamed of her feelings, but she couldn't stop now. Something was driving her. She'd never been so excited. "O.K. Baby!" Grace crooned, almost tenderly. "Time to pay your bet!" Chuck looked up wildly. "What do you mean?" He asked. "You know, what I mean!" Grace told him. "It's time for your spanking!" "Like hell it is!" Chuck retorted, a little defiance creeping back into his voice. "You're crazy, if you think you're going to spank me! Goddam it! I'm your husband!" "Who's going to stop me?" Grace snickered. "My big strong husband?" Her laugh was, in some way, still tender, but there was an edge of cruelty too. Chuck tried to roll away from the relentless, little redhead. If she did this, it would strip him of his last shred of male dignity and pride. Grace followed him as he scrabbled away from her. Roughly she grabbed Chuck's ear and twisted. Chuck yelped in shock at the pain that lanced though his whole head. He tried to get loose, but his body was still weak and quivering. Grace forced him to crawl across the room, on his hands and knees like a whipped hound, until they reached an old couch, in the corner. Grace sat down on the couch, with the imperious pride of some Amazon Queen. Chuck crouched at her feet, totally defeated and humiliated. Grace pulled Chuck's head across her lap, and then grabbed his buttock and pulled his whole body into place. Her sharp nails slid between his bottom cheeks, and Chuck shrieked in violation. Grace roughly pulled her husband face down across her knees. Chuck was trembling violently. He struggled weakly but uselessly. "No! Stop it! Don't ! Please, please! Grace don't do it, please!" Chuck babbled. There were tears in his eyes. Chuck's pitiful whining pleas only added to Grace's cruel resolve. She almost had an orgasm at sight of her big, muscular husband lying helplessly humiliated across her thighs, whimpering like a frightened baby. She locked her right leg around Chuck's left thigh, and gripped the back of his neck with her left hand. She marveled at the way her plump feminine, white thigh could hold Chuck's hairy, muscular leg powerless. She raised her right hand. Chuck's hard, round buttocks clenched fearfully. Grace licked her lips sensuously, savoring the anticipatory thrill of the moment. Unable to restrain herself, any longer, Grace smashed her flattened, gloved hand down across her cringing husband's behind. Chuck yelped in pain. His body leaped inches in the air, but Grace had him securely positioned, and there was no escape. Now her arm flew up and down without pause. Untiringly, with the remorseless tempo and power of an air hammer, she burned and punished Chuck's bottom. He screamed and kicked like a madman, but he couldn't escape, his humiliating predicament. Grace went on and on, never seeming to tire. She was gasping and moaning in pleasure, at her husband's useless struggles and cries of pain. The beaten, exhausted Chuck tired long before his cruel, insatiable, red-haired wife. His legs wriggled weakly, and his wild cries died away, until she was sobbing like a baby. His buttocks, reddened and blistered under the unending, pendulum like regularity, of Grace's strong little arm. Finally, when her hand was grown numb, Grace shuddered in an orgasmic climax. She let her arm drop. Chuck was till draped across her lap, totally subjugated. His bottom burned in pain, and he continued to sob bitterly. For some time, Grace sat shuddering in trance like pleasure, a blissful look on her beautiful face. She stroked Chuck's ravaged ass cheeks possessively, knowing she must do this again, soon. Chuck whimpered at her touch. Finally, Grace rolled her whimpering husband around, so he was lying on his back, next to her on the couch. It was so easy to handle him and shove him around in this condition, she discovered delightedly. Chuck shrieked as his blistered behind hit the rough unholstery material. Grace looked at his huge penis. It was throbbing and erect, lik a huge flag pole. "Boy! I guess you really liked me blistering your bottom. Hey?" Grace sneered, taunting her helpless husband. She touched his big erection and stoked his penis, like a cat playing with a captive bird. Chuck shuddered and flinched away from her, fearfully. "Leave me alone!" He pleaded. Grace smiled at him seductively. She stood up and pulled off her bikini top. She stretched and rubbed her boobs sensuously, then slid out of the brief bottoms. The bottoms were stained and wet, she noticed, with a shrug. Grace lowered herself on her husband's prostrate body. "No, no! Get off of me! Get off me! I hate you, you lousy bitch!" Chuck screamed. Grace patted his face with complacent contempt. "Watch your mouth, Buster Boy, or you might get worse than a good screwing!" She warned him. "I've heard of wives who ram dildos up their husbands behinds!" That threat turned Chuck's insides to water. He lay unprotesting, as Grace eased herself down on his huge, throbbing cock. Big as it was, it easily slid into her hot, lubricated pussy. Straddling Chuck, Grace raised and lowered herself, sliding up and down the huge pole. Chuck just lay there, an unwilling victim, as Grace did all the work, herself. She stroked slowly at first, but then, born away by passionate frenzy, faster and faster. Chuck helplessly sobbed in shame, as his masterful wife raped him. The End