Betty: My Strong, Tough Wife
By M.C.
By using both her strength and love, my new wife taught me how to become a mature and responsible husband


No question about it, my new wife Betty (we were married only three months
ago) was pissed off. And when my five foot-ten inch, 175 pound muscular wife,
who also happens to be a champion mixed martial arts fighter as well as a
professional female wrestler is angry, the best place you want to be is as far
away from her as possible. The only problem for me was that I was the one she
was pissed off at. Betty stormed out of our rented house, got into her car and
drove over to Larry's home (Larry is my best friend and was also my teammate
on our university's football team). "Roy!" Betty shouted as she banged her
fist against the front door. "I know you're in there Roy, so open the God Damn
door and let me in!"

When Larry, my six foot-three inch, 230 pound friend who had been the starting
center of our university's football team opened the door, Betty pushed her way
past him and entered his house. "Roy," she bellowed, "you left the house today
without doing your chores. You know how I feel about slackers. So get your
lazy butt off that chair. I'm taking you back home, NOW!"

"But Betty, this is a very important football game. It's the AFC championship
playoff game and the winner goes on to the Superbowl in two weeks."

"That's no excuse for not doing your chores Roy. If you wanted to see this
game so badly you should have gotten up earlier and done them first. Now get
over here this minute! We're going home."

"I don't think so," Richard, another one of my strong, tough football
teammates said as he rose from his chair. "Roy's staying here with us until
the game is over." All of the other guys in the room who, like Larry and
Richard, were large, strong ex-college football players that also played
football with me (we had developed something like a fraternity, or a
friendship circle if you will, after we graduated) nodded their heads in
agreement.

Betty put her hands on her hips and surveyed the scene that was playing out
before her. Me, plus six other guys (as I said before, all strong, tough
ex-college football players ) were facing off against one woman. "Roy," she
said in a stern voice, "you stay exactly where you're seated, and don't you
dare try to get up! It looks like I need to teach your friends here a lesson
in minding their own business."

All of my friends were now on their feet (I remained seated however like Betty
demanded). And as she was standing in the middle of the room, they almost
completely surrounded her. But if Betty was concerned about the situation in
which she found herself in, you certainly couldn't tell by the look on her
face. In fact she actually appeared to be smiling. "O.K. boys," she calmly
said, "let's get it on then, shall we."

What happened next was something that neither I (nor any of my friends for
that matter) will never forget for as long as we live. POW! With a powerful
right hook, Betty slammed her rock-hard fist hard into Larry's jaw. As he was
the closest to her, I guess Betty decided to start with him first. The force
of her punch knocked my large, strong friend back where he fell over one of
the chairs and landed on the floor. Then, without missing a beat, Betty
quickly turned her attention to Richard who was now the closest.

THUD! Betty sunk her left fist deep into Richard's stomach and then CRACK!
WHAM! connected with a hard right-left combination to his jaw and down he went
too, landing on the floor right next to Larry. Betty then went to work on the
other four. I watched in absolute amazement as my new wife proceeded to
battered the six strongest, toughest guys I know all around the room. And
whenever one of my friends did manage to hit her (which wasn't often), Betty

simply laughed it off and continued to pummel them with her fists. Incredibly,
in the midst of all this mayhem Betty stopped fighting briefly, looked over at
me and winked. Then she returned to beating up my friends. And as the fight
wore on, the mismatch between Betty and my strong, tough ex-teammates only
became more apparent. I watched in absolute astonishment as my wife literally
beat them all to pulp.

SLAM! And with a one final powerful right hook to Steven's jaw, Betty put the
last of my teammates down for the count. To say that I was stunned by what I
had just witnessed my tough new wife do would be a gross understatement.
Astounding wouldn't even begin to describe it. For In less than ten minutes
this amazing wife of mine easily battered my six strongest friends totally
into submission - and she didn't even get her pretty blonde hair mussed while
she did it!

Betty stood in the middle of the room again, just as she did when the fight
had begun. She put her hands on her hips and once again surveyed scene around
her. Six large, tough ex-college football players lay battered and beaten all
over the room while I sat cowering in the chair near-by. "If Betty can do this
to all of them" I wondered, "then what's she going to do to me?" I was shaking
like a leaf on a windy day. "What have I gotten myself into by marrying this
Amazon?"

Betty must have sensed my trepidation because she suddenly lightened up, but
just a bit. "Roy, get up and come over here," she said in a firm but not quite
the demanding tone of voice that she had used before. After I had done so she
took my hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. "Don't worry honey, I'm not going
to hurt you. After all, you're my husband now. I will have to punish you
though. I'm not quite sure how yet, but it won't be like the beating I just
gave your friends here. Now, I want you to look around the room. Do you see
what you forced me have to do here today honey? It's because of you that I had
to come over here and beat up all your friends. So how does that make you feel
Roy?"

I guess it was the sight of seeing my six strongest, toughest friends all
lying on the floor - battered and beaten by my wife - that made me lose it.
First I started to shake again, and then I began to cry. "I'm sorry Betty. I'm
so, so sorry. It won't happen again, I promise. I'll never skip out on doing
my chores again. Never." Betty softened even more, gently squeezed my hand
again and quietly said "I know you won't honey. Now, let's go home."

Betty drove me back to our house and led me inside, then closed and locked the
door behind us. She took me into the kitchen. "What do you see in the sink
honey? Dirty dishes?" I nodded. Then she led me into the bedroom. "I see clean
laundry that hasn't been put away in drawers and dirty clothes that needs to
be washed. Do you Roy?" Again I nodded. Finally she led out to the backyard.
"I see a lawnmower over there but the lawn doesn't look mowed, does it?" I put
my head down and muttered, "No Betty, I didn't mow the lawn this morning."

"Again Roy, all you had to do was get up an hour earlier and you could have
finished all you chores in time to watch the game with your friends. Right?
Just like I did this morning when I managed to complete my chores before I met
the girls for our weekly Sunday morning workout at the gym (by 'girls' Betty
means her friends, all big, strong, tough women like her. Two of whom are
power lifters, two others are, like Betty, professional wrestlers and one is a
circus strongwoman).

"But because you were a naughty boy today Roy, I'm grounding you for the next
two weeks. Every day after work (I'm the manager of a local supermarket)
you're to come straight home and spend the evenings here with me. And you're
not to see your friends at all during that period. Do you understand?"

"Yes Betty, I understand. But after what you did to them today, I doubt
they'll even want to ever see me again anyway. You just cost me all of my best
friends. Guys that I played football with and have known for years."

"Oh don't blame me for what happened today Roy. If you had done your chores
before leaving like you were supposed to, then I wouldn't have had to go out
and get you. And if your friends hadn't have been so arrogant and rude to me,
I wouldn't have had to beat them all up." A few moments of silence followed
before Betty asked me in a soft voice, "So honey, are you ready to do your
chores now?

"Yes Betty, I'll do them."

"Good. And when you've finished your chores, come into the bedroom. I think
it's time for you and I to have a little 'wife-to-husband' chat.' There are a
few things we need to straighten out in this relationship of ours."

An hour later I entered our bedroom. Betty was standing in front of the full
length mirror, naked, and flexing her awesome muscles. "See honey, it's
because of these (she nodded at her 16 inch biceps) that I was able to beat up
your friends so easily today. Now, take off your clothes and bring over my
hairbrush, it's time for you to brush my pretty hair." (Betty likes making me
brush her hair. It's one of the ways in which she shows off the complete
domination that she has over me). Meekly, I did as I was told.

As I began to brush Betty's hair, she put her hands on her hips and smiled at
our reflection in the mirror. "You know honey, if you didn't want to marry a
strong, dominant woman like me, then you shouldn't have been so nice and sweet
to me and make me fall in love with you after you picked me up at that night
club six months ago. But you were nice and sweet and so here we are, wife and
husband."

"I didn't know just how strong and dominant you were at the time Betty. In
fact I didn't really know just how truly powerful you are until I saw how
easily you beat up my six strong, tough friends earlier today."

"Why Roy, what a sweet thing to say to your new wife." Betty reached back and
gently began to fondle my penis, which almost immediately became hard. "And
I'm glad you brought up the subject of those friends of yours. I've been doing
a lot of thinking about your relationship with them lately. And I've decided
that since you're a married man now, you should spend less time with them and
more with me.

"You see Roy, they're all still single men and can live carefree lives. But
you on the other hand are married and now have responsibilities that they
don't. And you'll have even more responsibilities after we start having
children and begin our family, which I plan to do as soon as I retire from
mixed martial arts and wrestling (Betty plans on retiring as soon as we've
saved up enough money to buy the house that we're now renting, which could be
as early as six months from now).

"Furthermore, I've decided that we'll be spending more time with my
girlfriends from now on. They all have husbands who are both compassionate and
obedient. My girlfriends trained them well." Betty then added with a sly grin,
"just like I'm going to train you honey (I felt a shiver go down my spine when
she said this).

"I'm not saying that you can never see your friends anymore Roy, that wouldn't
be nice. If they let you back into their circle after what I did to them
today, then you can certainly see them every once in a while. But I think that
now that we're married, we really should be hanging out with married couples
more often. O.K. sweetie pie, you can stop brushing my hair. And now that our
little chat is over, let's get into bed and make lovie-dovie. After all,
beating up your rough, tough macho friends today has put me in a very sexy
mood. Tee, hee, hee."

Two Days Later

I came home from work at 5:30 p.m., exactly the time Betty told me to be
there. And when I entered the house, I was greeted by a stunning and totally
unexpected sight. Betty was standing in the middle of the living room, smiling
with her hands on her hips (in case you haven't guessed by now, that's her
favorite pose). But the thing that was truly amazing was this: sitting around
her in a semi-circle were all of my friends - the very friends that she had
beaten up only a two days before! They still had the signs of the beating she
gave them in the form of black eyes, swollen lips and jaws.

When she noticed the stunned look I had on my face after seeing this, Betty
began to giggle (despite being a very strong and tough woman, Betty also has a
softer, more feminine side to her too). "What's the matter honey? Not
expecting to see your friends here so soon after I beat them all up?"

"Well no Betty, as a matter of fact I wasn't. I thought you said I couldn't
see them for two weeks. What happened?"

My powerful wife came over to me, gently took my hand and led me over to where
my friends were sitting. "I've thought it over Roy and I came to the
conclusion that perhaps I was a little bit too tough on you and your friends
on Sunday. So I decided to make amends and invited them all over for a little
chit-chat ('invited' was clearly a euphemism. Betty must have forced them all
to come as I doubt that they would have voluntarily shown up after the
comprehensive beating she gave them).

"And we decided that, despite the beating I gave them on Sunday, you will
still be part of their friendship circle." Betty then turned to my friends and
asked, "didn't we boys?" They all nodded in unison. "As you said honey,
they're your best friends and teammates, and you've known each other for quite
a few years. So what kind of wife would I be if I was the cause of your
breaking off with them?"

Betty grinned and continued. "And to further show that there are no hard
feelings, I decided to host a Superbowl party here a week from Sunday for you
and all of your friends since I kind of messed up the one two days ago. And
they all agreed to come, didn't you boys?"

"Yes," they all said, again almost in unison. (I couldn't help but wonder that
there may be more going on here than meets the eye).

"Good. Furthermore Roy, I decided to cancel your being grounded. You're now
free to see your friends as often as you like, provided you finish your chores
first of course (smirk). But we will be spending more time with my girlfriends
and their husbands too. I think you'll like them. So boys, has everything
returned to normal? Or at least as normal as things can be under the
circumstances?" Once again they all said yes, more or less together. Betty
smiled. "Well, I guess in that case we're all through here. I want to thank
you boys coming over. I'm sure it means a lot to Roy as he was quite worried
that you wouldn't want him for a friend anymore after I beat you all up."
Betty then gave each one of them a hug and sent them on their way.

After seeing my friends off, my amazing new wife turned to me and gave me a
long, passionate kiss. "Well honey, I hope I managed to heal whatever rifts I
might have caused between you and your friends on Sunday."

"How Betty? How on earth did you ever get them to come over here after you
beat them all up?"

Betty grinned. "Oh I have my ways honey. Let's call it 'feminine persuasion'."
Once again my powerful wife took me by the hand and led me into the bedroom.
"Come sweetie pie, let's get into bed and make some more lovie-dovie." And so
we did.

Epilogue: How Betty 'persuaded' Roy's friends to come over that day

It was Monday morning (the day after she beat up all of her husband's friends)
and Betty was working out in the gym as she does nearly every morning. When
you're a champion in mixed martial arts as well as a professional wrestler,
staying in great shape is a necessity. And since she was working out alone,
the powerful woman had plenty of time to think about things, and something was
deeply bothering her.

"Perhaps I was too rough on Roy and his friends yesterday," Betty thought to
herself. "After all, he is my husband now, and they are his best friends.
True, Roy should have gotten up earlier and finished his chores before leaving
to watch the football game. And his friends were indeed quite rude to me. But
did I really have to beat them up so badly? I could have just as easily
slapped them all around and let Roy off with a stern lecture. I'm a married
woman now, and somehow I have to learn how to control this terrible temper of
mine. I love Roy, and I have to make things right between him and his friends
again. The question is how?"

Betty thought long and hard about this as she continued her workout. And
finally, as she was bench pressing 200 pounds for ten reps without a spotter
(sometimes Betty even does twenty reps!), an idea came to her. After she
returned home and showered, Betty sat down in front of the computer that she
and Roy share and composed an E-mail to all of Roy's friends that she had
battered the day before (she found their addresses on Roy's contacts list).
And here is what it said:

Hello,

My name is Betty, Roy's new wife. I'm sure that after what I did to you
yesterday I'm the last person that you probably want to be hearing from. But I
feel that I have a few very important things to say to you. First of all I'm
sorry about the beating I gave you. True, you were very rude to me, but I
didn't have to be so rough with you. For that I apologize. Second, although
Roy should have done his chores before going to watch the game with you, as
his new wife I should have been a little more understanding and not been so
strict with him.

But my main concern now is that I might have caused a rift between my husband
and his best friends and college football teammates. Since I seem to have
underestimated just how important that relationship for Roy, I'd like to
invite you all over to our home tomorrow around 5:15 in the afternoon to heal
whatever rifts that I may have caused.

Perhaps 'like to invite' was too soft a way of putting it, so let me rephrase
that. Your attendance is mandatory, meaning that you'll all be here no later
than 5:15 p.m. sharp! And anyone who is either late or fails to show up will
make me very angry - and I believe you boys know the consequences of making me
angry (Betty couldn't help but giggle when she wrote this) . I'm going to tell
Roy to come here only at 5:30 because there are few more things that you all
have to agree to do. And they are:

One: Despite the beating I gave you, my hubbie will continue to be a part of
your group of friends. It really does mean a lot to him.

Two: What happened on Sunday will never be mentioned again. It'll be like it
never happened at all.

Three: To make up for the football game that I caused you all to miss on
Sunday, I've decided to have a Superbowl party here at our house a week from
next Sunday for Roy and all of his friends. Again, attendance is mandatory.
And anyone who doesn't show up without a good excuse will be severely
punished.

And Four: None of you is to ever mention anything about this E-mail to Roy.

I hope (for your sake) to see you all here at 5:15 tomorrow afternoon - and I
wouldn't late if I were you.

I also hope that you all have a nice rest of your day. Sincerely,

Betty