The Advantages of� being a Strong, Tough Little Girl
By M.C.
A girl describes how she, through her strength and tough love, united two grieving families.


1) Introduction

Hi. My name is Susan Morgan but my friends all call me Sue for short. Some of
them even call me 'Super Sue' because, quite simply, I'm one tough little
girl. And when I say tough, I mean TOUGH. I don't know why this is. I mean
I've never studied any martial arts or anything like that (although I've
beaten up many people who have). And I only stand five feet-four inches tall
and weigh around 120 pounds. All I know is that for as long as I can remember
I've always been very strong and VERY tough.

I've never lost a single fight in my life, even though most of the people,
all of whom were guys by-the-way, that I've mixed it up with over the years
were both larger and stronger than me - and some of them much larger and
stronger. But it never seemed to matter much because after our fight was over,
they were always the ones who winded up battered and beaten. In fact many of
them told me afterward that they had never been hit harder than when I punched
them and I usually thanked them for the compliment. That's simply the way it
is; and always has been.

One of the disadvantages of being a strong, tough girl like me is that it's
kind of hard to get boys to date you. After all, what boy wants to go out with
a girl who can kick his ass without even getting her hair mussed? Not too many
I found out. And when I did finally get a date for our school's New Years Eve
party last year it was only because I told the cute guy in my math class that
if he didn't take me I'd beat the crap out of him. He wasn't stupid so he
agreed. I had a wonderful time but something tells me he didn't enjoy it so
much. Hmmm, I wonder why? Anyway, I finally figured out a way to solve this
boy problem of mine, as well as several other family problems at the same
time. And here's how it happened:

2) My Story Begins

Last year my father passed away from cancer (he was only 50 years old). And,
as you can probably imagine, the results for my mother, older sister and me
were horrible; we basically had to begin life anew. My mom got a job as a bank
manager in a different city so we had to sell our home and move to a new
place. Which meant that my sister and I had to transfer to a new school. As I
was sixteen years old at the time and my older sister Sharon seventeen, we
started attending a high school where we had no friends. A new job for my
mother, a new school for Sharon and me, and a new neighborhood for us to live
in. No doubt about it, moving definitely sucks.

On one of my very first days in my new school I saw something that disturbed
me. I saw a large kid picking on a smaller one. I have always despised
bullies, boys - and they're almost always boys - who think that because
they're bigger and stronger than other kids, feel that that gives them the
right to pick on and intimidate them; and this boy was no exception. He
literally towered over the boy that he was intimidating. Well as I just
mentioned, I'm a pretty tough girl who despises bullies. So I decided to do
something about it.

'Leave him alone you big bully!' I said firmly as I walked up and placed
myself in-between him and the boy he was picking on. 'If you want to fight
someone, then fight me tough guy; unless, of course, you're afraid to get
your ass kicked by a girl that is.' Experience has taught me how to bait a
boy into doing exactly what I want them to do (it's really quite easy
actually, just threaten their male ego and the rest just kinds of falls into
place). And this boy Jerry, who is in my history class, was no exception to
that rule. And so we fought.

Although Jerry stood around six feet tall to my five feet-four, and probably
out- weighted me by at least eighty pounds, I had absolutely no problem
pounding him into submission (did I mention earlier that I'm one tough little
girl?). For despite his superior size and weight advantage, he was simply no
match for my strength and sheer toughness. To even call it a fight would be
somewhat of a misnomer. A massacre would be a more accurate description to
describe it. For against me - boyo al girlo - Jerry never stood a chance.

After I beat Jerry into submission, I forced him to apologize to the boy he
was bullying and promise that he would never bully anyone in the school again.
It must have been difficult for him to swallow what was left of his pride
after having been beaten up so comprehensively by a much smaller girl in front
of a lot of the other students; but I was adamant. And after threatening to
take him over my knees and give him a good spanking in front of everyone,
Jerry reluctantly agreed to my demands (for some reason that always seems to
work with bullies. I wonder why). And then I sent him home.

In most instances that would have been the end of the story. Because after
pummeling the bully and making him promise to behave himself from then on they
usually did what I told them to do; knowing the consequences that would await
them if they didn't. But with Jerry and his family - I'll call them the
Johnsons from now on because that was their last name - it wasn't. In fact as
things would turn out, it was to be just the beginning. Because the very next
day Jerry brought over his larger, stronger and tougher older brother Ron, who
was a senior and the star linebacker of our high school's football team, to
avenge his brother's humiliation the previous day and to teach me a lesson I
guess.

Well, it was me who wound up teaching him a lesson (giggles). And after I
finished punching out the large, tough football player, I ran after Jerry who
was watching. And when I caught him (did I mention that in addition to being
an excellent fighter I'm also a very fast runner?), I gave him another good
beating.

So, after beating up Jerry twice as well as his tougher older brother Ron, you
might have thought that the Johnsons would have had enough of me; right? Well,
think again. For the Johnsons were nothing if not persistent. Because the very
next day I was called into the Principal's office. Little ole me called into
the Principal's office? What could I possibly have done?

When I entered the Principal's office, I saw a very large and angry man
standing next to Jerry and Ron. And when I say angry, I mean furious. 'This
is the girl that beat the crap out of both of you?' he bellowed. 'This
little girl? I'm ashamed of the both of you! I'm embarrassed to call you two
my sons!' He was speaking directly to Jerry and Ron when he said this. And as
I watched them lower their heads in shame, I couldn't help but feel sorry for
them. I mean even though it was their fault that I had to beat them up, I
nevertheless still felt the urge to say something.

'What kind of father are you Mr. Johnson?' I blurted out. 'These are your
sons. I mean yes, even though they're both bullies and totally deserved the
beatings I gave them, they at least deserve more respect from their father
than this. Don't they?' I was getting very angry now and that's definitely
not a good thing - for the person I'm getting angry at that is.

'You keep out of this girlie!' he barked at me. 'I'll deal with my sons as
I see fit. So just shut the hell up and mind your own God Damn business!'
(Note to anyone reading this who should happen to meet me: What Mr. Johnson
had just said is probably the worst thing he could have said; as he was about
to find out).

'My, my, how rude of you Mr. Johnson. It looks like somebody needs to teach
you a good lesson in manners too; just like I did to Jerry and Ron here (I
winked at them when I said this). You're not afraid to fight a little girl
like me are you? Mr. rough, tough macho man.'

I guess that being challenged by a sixteen year-old girl half his size in
front of his sons was a bit too much for this big, strong, tough-guy to take;
just as I had anticipated it would be. And so right there Mr. Johnson accepted
my challenge and we began our fight - in the Principal's office no less!

Well, ��fight' is really something of a misnomer; because I kicked his ass
but good (did I mention earlier that I'm one really strong, tough girl?). So
despite his vastly superior size advantage, I basically used him for a
punching bag, and took a great deal of delight in doing so. As was battering
Mr. Johnson all around the Principal's office, what was the reaction of Ms.
Richards - the school's Principal - to all of this? Amazingly, she was
smiling! In fact she even gave me encouragement by shouting 'You go girl!'
while I was pounding him. (Afterwards Ms. Richards would tell me why she felt
that way and it was to prove very enlightening).

Anyway, after beating this nasty man into submission, I decided that he
hadn't learned his lesson yet. So, what's a girl to do? I grabbed him firmly
by the collar of his shirt and dragged him over to a near-by chair. Then I sat
down, yanked the large man across my knees, pulled down his pants and
proceeded to give him a good, well-deserved spanking with my strong right
hand. And as I did so, I ordered Jerry and Ron to watch. 'If I catch either
one of you looking away I'm going to give you a good spanking too!
Understand?' The reason that I felt it was necessary to humiliate Mr. Johnson
in front of his sons after the beating I had just given him was not just
because he had been so nasty to me, but I also felt that as their father, he
was largely responsible for the way they both were behaving and, therefore,
needed to be punished too.

It must have been very difficult for Jerry and Ron to watch their big, strong,
tough, macho father that they no doubt looked up to first get beaten up by a
much smaller 16 year-old girl, and then spanked to tears by her. But because
all three of them were so naughty, I felt that they all needed to be taught a
good lesson in manners. After Mr. Johnson started to cry I stopped spanking
him and made him apologize to me for being rude. Then I ordered him and his
sons to stand next to each other against a wall, stood before them with my
hands on my hips and gave them a stern lecture on how I expected them to
behave from then on. Satisfied that they had now learned their lesson, I sent
them home to think about what they can do to improve themselves.

After Mr. Johnson, Ron and Jerry, heads bowed in shame, left the Principal's
office, Ms. Richards explained the situation about the Johnson family to me
and why they behaved the way they did. 'Philip Johnson and his sons weren't
always like this Susan. In fact they were a very nice family until two years
ago when Philip's wife Mary passed away from breast cancer (sound familiar?).
And I guess that after that, Philip, who manages several garages around the
city, just wasn't up to the task of raising his two sons while also managing
his businesses all by himself. And that's when things starting to go downhill
for the Johnson family.'

'As the principal of the schools that Jerry and Ron attended, I witnessed the
change in their personalities firsthand. I tried to council Mr. Johnson as to
how he could best raise his sons under these trying circumstances, but I guess
that after the loss of his wife he just gave up and concentrated only on his
business while leaving his sons to grow up as they pleased. But as you can
clearly see, it didn't work out too well for the boys.'

Then Ms. Richards smiled at me and added, 'And that's why I was cheering you
on when you were pounding and spanking Philip, Susan; and didn't say anything
when I learned about the beatings that you gave Jerry and Ron the past two
days. Because although your methods may be a bit too harsh for my personal
tastes, ironically, it may be the only way for them to turn their lives around
before it's too late.'

I thanked Ms. Richards for her explanation and for not being angry with me for
what I had done. I even asked her for the address of the Johnson's home (I
was surprised to see that they lived just a few blocks away from me). When she
gave me their address, Ms. Richards asked me why I wanted it. 'Oh, I'm not
sure,' I replied. 'Who knows? I may want to drop by and pay them a little
visit someday.' And as I left Ms. Richards office, I couldn't help but
notice the cryptic smile that she had on her face.

3) My devious plan: Part one

Neither Jerry or Ron showed up at school the next day, nor the day after that
either. And after the third straight day of their absence I began to get a
little bit concerned. 'Could it be because of the beatings I gave them?' I
wondered. So as I was walking home from school that day, I decided to pay the
Johnsons a visit and find out just what was going on.

As I approached their house two things struck me. One - how large it was. It
appeared to be about twice as large as the one my mom, sister and I were
living in. And two - how totally unkept it was; at least from the outside. The
front lawn was full of weeds and the fence around it was broken in many places
and badly in need of a paint job; as did the outside of the house itself. 'It
looks like what this place needs is a woman's touch,' I said to myself as I
rang the front doorbell.

'What are you doing here?' Mr. Johnson screamed as he opened the front door
and saw my smiling face looking up at him. 'Get the hell out of here!' But
before he could slam the door in my face, I shoved the large man aside and
entered his home. Then I situated myself in the center of their copious living
room. 'Just as I suspected,' I said as I looked around at the complete mess
inside. 'This place looks like a pigsty. It looks like we have some serious
work to do here.'

'What the hell are you talking about? And what's this we business? This is
our home girlie. And you have absolutely no right to be here. Especially after
what you did to me and my sons this week. So get the hell out of here now! Or
else!'

'Or else what Mr. Johnson?' I calmly asked as I put down my purse. 'Are you
going to throw me out? (I smiled when I said this). Then I looked over at
Jerry and Ron who were standing near-by. 'Maybe you'd have more luck if all
three of you tried to throw me out.' I was baiting the Johnsons now. But I
had just come up with a devious plan as to how I can kill not two, but three
birds with one stone (I'll explain that later). And what I was about to do
next was an important part of it. 'Come on boys,' I taunted them. 'Let's
see if the three of you rough, tough macho guys can take down little ole me.'

Well, as I was hoping they would, they all attacked me at once. But despite
each one being larger than I was, I had little difficulty battering the three
of them around the room. I even managed to tease them while I was doing so.
'What's the matter tough guys? Is one little girl too much for the three of
you?' I glanced at my reflection in the mirror on the wall and added with a
giggle, 'My pretty hair isn't even mussed; tee, hee, hee. (I even fluffed it
up to further rub it in). Boy, some tough guys you are.'

About ten minutes after my fight with the Johnsons began I flattened Ron for
the fourth and final time. I had already put both his father and Jerry down
for the count a bit earlier but I do have to give Ron credit for this, he
certainly can take a punch. All three of the Johnsons were now lying on the
living room floor and it didn't seem like they would be getting up anytime
soon; so badly beaten up were they. I let them lay there for a while and went
over to my purse, took out my hairbrush and calmly began to brush my long,
pretty brown hair; thus rubbing in the fact that these three tough guys were
all beaten up by just one girl. I can be such a tease sometimes (giggle).

After I finished brushing my hair, I returned the hairbrush to my purse and
ordered Mr. Johnson, Ron and Jerry to get up and sit together on the large
sofa. Fortunately for them they meekly did as they were told. Then I stood
before them and put my hands on my hips. 'O.K. boys,' I began, 'I think
you've had enough of a beating for today. Now it's time for us to have a
little girl-to-guys talk. That's where the girl does the talking and the guys
do the listening. And if I catch any of you not paying attention to me while
I'm talking �" SMACK! �" (I slammed my right fist hard into my left palm).
Did I make myself clear?' I then gave the Johnson family a stern lecture
about how things in their lives were going to be different from then on.

'Principal Richards explained to me about how your lives have changed ever
since your wife and mother passed away two years ago. My family has been
suffering too after the passing of my dad last year; also because of cancer.

But our lives didn't fall apart because of it. True we were knocked down, but
then we picked ourselves back up. Life, as they say, goes on. And with my firm
but loving hand, your lives will too. And we're going to start by cleaning up
this nice, big, but very messy house of yours.'

'What?' Mr. Johnson blurted out. 'What gives you the right to just come in
here and take over our lives? Who in the hell do you think you are?' SLAP!
CRACK! SLAP! CRACK! With my strong, open right hand I began to slap Mr.
Johnson hard, back and forth across his face. 'Don't you ever interrupted me
again Philip. SLAP! (it was the first time that I ever called him by his first
name). Because the next time you do CRACK! I'm going to take you across my
knees again and give you another good spanking SLAP! Just like I did in
Principal Richards' office. CRACK! Do you understand?' SLAP! CRACK! SLAP!

If done right an openhanded slap can hurt as much, if not more, than a good
punch. Or at least that's what some of the guys that I've beaten up have
told me afterwards. I've never experienced it for myself though because I'm
always the one that's doing the punching and slapping (smirk). But because it
didn't take too long for me to reduce this rough, tough macho man to tears,
there must be something to that. 'Now hush up until I've finished!' I then
looked sternly at Ron and Jerry. 'And that goes for you too!' Satisfied that
I had made my point and wouldn't be interrupted again, I continued my
lecture.

'Starting today and every day from now on I'm going to give each one of you
chores to do around your house and yard. Things are a total disaster around
here so we're going to make things right again; as I'm sure they were when
Mary was alive. And if I find the next day that you haven't done the chores
that I asked you to do, or that you didn't do them to my satisfaction, then
I'm going to give you a good, hard spanking. Is that clear?'

'Furthermore, I expect both you, Ron and Jerry, to return to school tomorrow
and never miss another day again. Ms. Richards told me that you used to be
good students but your grades took a nosedive over the past two years. Well,
that's all going to change now. How do you expect to play college football
with your lousy grade point average Ronny? From now on every day after
football practice you're to come directly home and do your homework; all of
it! And I'll be checking to see that you do. And that goes for you too Jerry.
Since we share our last class of the day, we'll walk home and do our homework
together. I'm a straight A student and can help you with whatever you need.'

Now you may think that I was being way too strict with the Johnson family -
having already beaten them up and humiliating them and all. But experience has
taught me, at the ripe old age of sixteen, that being nice and polite doesn't
work in these types of situations. If I want a bully to change his behavior,
then flashing him a pretty smile and politely asking him to treat the other
kids in school nicer wouldn't get me very far. But, on the other hand, if I
give him a good, comprehensive beating followed by a stern warning that he'd
better not bully anybody again, he always gets my point. It's funny how that
always seems to works (wink). Am I being too harsh? Well, here's an example
of an incident that happened with the Johnson family and you decide:

The Saturday after I began to my retraining sessions with the Johnson family,
I walked over to their home to see how things were going. And when I entered,
I saw something that disturbed me. Philip and Jerry were out in the backyard
doing the chores that I had given them to do; but Ron was sitting on the sofa
and watching a football game on T.V. 'What are you doing in here Ron?' I
asked.

'I finished all of the chores that you gave me to do today Susan, so now I'm
watching the football game.' I checked to see whether Ron had indeed finished
his chores that I had given him to do that day and, sure enough, he had. But
there was another issue here that needed to be addressed; and so I did. I
called Philip and Jerry to come inside, sat them down on the sofa and switched
off the T.V.

'We have a problem here,' I began in a stern tone of voice, 'which I intend
to rectify immediately. Ron, it's true that you had finished your chores for
today, but your father and brother still hadn't completed theirs. So even
though your chores were done, you should have gone outside to help your father
and brother finish theirs so that you could all watch the football game
together. A good family should all work together and help each other out. But
you thought only of yourself Ron, and that is unacceptable to me. So I'm
afraid that I'm going to have to punish you.

I grabbed him firmly by the shirt and dragged the large high school football
star over to the 'spanking chair' - the chair that I always use when I need
to punish one of the Johnsons. 'This is what happens when you don't help out
the other members of your family,' I said, and then proceeded to give Ron a
good spanking while forcing Philip and Jerry to watch. Harsh? Maybe. But
effective? Definitely. Because after that, nobody ever failed to help out the
other members of their family again.

But in addition to taming these wild stallions, I also had an ulterior, and
more personal, motive. Which brings me to the second part of my plan.

4) My devious plan: Part two

Two weeks had passed since I began to retrain the Johnson family and, I'd
have to say, things were moving along much better than I had expected.
Although it took a few more beatings and spankings, Philip and his sons
eventually came around to accepting their situation - not that I gave them any
choice in the matter (wink). I knew that someday they would thank me for what
I was doing. But in the meantime they were progressing very nicely. The work
in and around their large house was almost finished and it really is a
beautiful home. And so I decided that it was time to enact the second part of
my devious plan.

It was a Thursday afternoon and Philip, Ronny (I've taken to calling him
that) and Jerry had just finished their daily chores. After my inspection (in
which, much to their delight, I gave them all a passing grade), I sat them
down on the sofa and again stood before them with my hands on my hips. 'You
boys have done a marvelous job over the past week; and I'm very proud of you.
Your home is indeed beautiful. It's a home you can be proud to live in.' I
paused briefly before continuing. 'And now for the next part of your
retraining.'

'As you know, my family, like yours, also suffered a tragic loss not too long
ago when my loving father, just like your mother, passed away because of
cancer and left me, my mom, and my sister behind. And just like you, we need
friends and companionship. So here's what we're going to do. Philip and Ron,
you're going to get yourselves cleaned up and dress nicely. And then you're
going to walk over to our house, it's only two blocks from here and introduce
yourselves and offer to take them out this Friday night. As we're still
relatively new in the neighborhood, neither my mom nor my sister Sharon,
who's very shy, have any friends here. So I think it would be a great idea if
you boys would do that.'

'But��but Susan,' Ron said, 'I already have a girlfriend. It's Cathy, the
head cheerleader. And we've already made plans to go out this Friday.'

'Ooof,' I groaned. Boys can be so complicated sometimes. 'Then I'm afraid
that you're just going to have to break your date with Cindy; because on
Friday you're taking my sister Sharon out! And furthermore, I want you to
call Cindy right now and break off your relationship with her. And I do mean
NOW! From now on you'll be seeing my sister Sharon!'

'But��but Susan, you've got to understand��'

Frustrated now, I grabbed Ron firmly by his shirt and dragged him over to the
spanking chair for another good you-know-what (did I ever mention just how
dangerous it can be to cross me?). But before I started spanking Ron I looked
over at his younger brother. 'Jerry, will you bring me my hairbrush from my
purse.' (No, I wasn't going to spank Ronny with it, I much prefer to use my
strong right hand; skin-on-skin so to speak). When he brought it over I smiled
up at him and said, 'I want you to brush my pretty hair while I'm spanking
your naughty older brother.' Like I knew he would, Jerry obediently began to
brush and began to spank.

'Cindy is a beautiful girl Ronny - SPANK! - and I'm sure that she'll have
no problem whatsoever - SPANK! - finding herself another boyfriend - SPANK! So
I shouldn't feel too sorry for her. SPANK! But you will be dating my sister
Sharon from now on! SPANK! And don't you ever disobey me again! SPANK!
Understand?' SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!

And how did I know that Sharon would even be interested in Ron you ask? Well,
my sister and I are very close. And one night, shortly after we moved into
this neighborhood and started to attend our new school, Sharon and I were
engaging in a little bit of sisterly chat. And she confided in me then that
she thought Ronny was kind of cute. Which was kind of ironic because I thought
that his younger brother Jerry (who, as I mentioned earlier, is in my history
class) was also kind of cute. And let's not forget that both my mother and
Philip have recently, and tragically, lost their life partners. So, when I
said that this might be a way to kill three birds with one stone, now you
understand what I was referring to.

As Ronny was crying like a baby now I stopped spanking him and let him cry
himself out. And when his cries turned to quiet sobbing, I leaned over and, in
a soft and gentle tone of voice, asked him if he was ready to do what I had
requested of him; namely, to break up with his current girlfriend and start
dating my sister. After a short pause he agreed. Which saved me the trouble of
having to spank him some more (cute though his tushie was).

I handed him his cell phone and put it on speaker mode so that I could hear
their entire conversation. And when I was satisfied that it all turned out
well, (at least as far as I was concerned), I dialed my sister's number and
told Ron exactly what I wanted him to say: that he knew Sharon was a new girl
in the neighborhood and he wanted to come over and get to know her better. And
when I heard the excitement in Sharon's voice when Ron said this to her, it
warmed my heart. And as if any more proof was necessary, it convinced me that
little sister (me that is) had done the right thing. 'That's one down and
two more to go,' I said to myself.

'O.K. Mr. Johnson,' I said after I sent Ronny to his room and I rose from
the chair. 'Now it's your turn. Are you going to be a good boy and do what I
tell you? Or should I spank you first and then tell you what you're going to
do? The choice is yours because either way it doesn't matter to me. And in
the end you know that you're going to have to do it anyway.' The once proud
and tough man - now reduced to just a shell of his former self by little ole
me - bowed his head and meekly murmured, 'I'll do what you ask Susan.'

'Good,' I said, 'that saves me the trouble of having to spank you. So this
is what you're going to do. Like Ronny, you're going to go to your room now
and clean yourself up. Dress up in some nice clothes and go with Ron over to
my house and introduce yourself to my mother. Her name is Linda and you're
going to ask her out this Friday. You'll treat her kindly and make her feel
welcome.'

'Now I know that even I can't force you and her to like each other - that's
a question of the chemistry between the two of you. But you can at least get
get to know one another and make her feel welcome in our new neighbor- hood.
After that, whatever happens, happens. Now be a good boy and go get yourself
ready.'

After Philip went off to his room to get ready for his meeting with my mom, I
thought to myself, 'Well, that's two down and just one more to go.' I
looked over at Jerry and smiled. 'Well Jerry,' I said as I began to slowly
walk towards him. 'I guess it's just you and me now.' I could see that he
was shaking as I approached him. Could he possibly be intimidated my little
ole me? I can't for the life of me wonder why (grin). To put his mind at ease
I sat down next to him, took his hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. 'Don't
be afraid of me sweetie pie,' I cooed. 'I won't beat you up or spank you
again; provided that you do what I tell you to do that is.' You see? I can be
gentle and sweet when I want to be (smirk).

'Why did you force me to brush your hair while you were spanking Ron?' he
asked. 'Was that to humiliate me too Susan?'

'I had several reasons for doing that Jerry. The first was to assert the
complete domination that I have over you. By forcing you to do something that
I know you obviously didn't want to do, I reinforced the fact that I'm the
one who's in control here. The second: I know how much you idolize your older
brother, one of the stars of our high school football team. So by spanking him
to tears while you were forced to brush my pretty hair, I established a new
pecking order between you, your brother and me - with me at the top. And third
reason (I began to giggle now) is because it makes me feel so damn good to
force boys to do things like that; tee, hee, hee.'

Still holding Jerry's hand, I got up, yanked him to his feet and led him
towards his bedroom. 'Your father and older brother are going to get
acquainted with my mother and sister soon. So what do you say that you and I
do likewise?' I led Jerry into his bedroom and closed the door behind us.

5) Epilogue: Six Months Later

Well, a half a year has gone by since I straightened out the Johnson family
and got them together with mine. And I have to say that things have worked out
exactly the way I was hoping they would; better even. First of all, Philip and
my mom really hit it off right from the start. So much so in fact that, after
dating her for only three months, he proposed to her. Philip was a bit
reluctant to pop the question at first, but I was able to convince him that it
was the right thing for both of them (one should never underestimate just how
persuasive a good spanking can be to help people see the what's right for
them - wink). And as the Johnson's home was so much larger than the one that
we were living in, after my mom and Philip got married, she sold our home and
we moved into theirs.

Ron and Sharon also found their significant others. They're not only going
steady, but next fall they'll both be attending the university where Ron will
be the starting middle linebacker for the university's football team. Not too
bad for a freshman. I guess all those rigorous training sessions that I put
him through to toughen him up paid off. Susan and Ron will be living together
in an apartment just off campus and I couldn't be happier for them. It also
means that I'll get to have Sharon's bedroom which is much larger than mine.
Yea!

And as for me, Jerry and I are also going steady. It was a little difficult
for him at first to come to terms with having a girlfriend that's quite a bit
stronger and tougher than he is, but he eventually he came around to accepting
it - not that I gave him any choice in the matter (wink).

The boys have been behaving themselves very well recently so I haven't had to
discipline any of them for quite some time. In fact the last time I had to
administer a good spanking was two months ago when Philip had forgotten my
mother's birthday. Well, I can guarantee you that he won't be doing that
again - if you catch my drift. So we are all one big happy family now and
living together under the same roof in love, peace and harmony (so long as the
boys do their chores on time that is). And it's all because of little ole me.

So, what's the moral of this story you ask? Well I think it's pretty obvious
sn't it? The moral of this story is that there are definitely advantages to
being a strong, tough little girl. And if you don't believe me, just ask the
Johnsons (wink).