Janet: my strong, tough girlfriend
By M.C.
How I discovered just how tough my girlfriend can be.


My name is Roger. I suppose I'd describe myself as a typical 18 year-old high
school senior who attends a pretty normal suburban high school. Normal that is
with one exception - in our school the toughest kid by far isn't some big,
strong, macho football player, but a pretty girl named Janet. I know this
because Janet is my next door neighbor as well as my girlfriend. We've been
friends ever since she moved into the neighbor- hood two years ago and have
been going steady for a year now.

I found out just how tough she is one Saturday afternoon last summer when I
was sitting on her bed and brushing her long, beautiful brown hair. All of a
sudden the door to her bedroom burst open and a large, tough-looking man
entered. "What the hell are you two doing in here?" he barked at us. "Just
because your mother is away for the weekend doesn't mean you can take
advantage of the situation Janet. So tell your friend to get the hell out of
here right now!"

"Gee, your father sure is pissed off Janet. I guess I'd better go."

"You'll do nothing of the sort Roger!" Janet said with a firmness that
surprised me. "You'll stay right here where you are! First of all he's not my
father, he's my stepfather - my 'real' father died of cancer ten years ago.
And second, just because he's married to my mother doesn't give him the right
to barge into my bedroom anytime he wants and order me or my friends around. I
made that perfectly clear to him before he and my mother got married. He's
never to enter my bedroom without getting my permission first; and never, ever
is he to tell me what to do!"

Janet took her hairbrush from me, placed it down on a small table near her bed
and rose to her feet. "You stay seated here on my bed Roger while I deal with
this 'situation'; this shouldn't take too long." Then she turned to the large,
angry man standing before her. "Follow me out to the living room Richard - I
think it's time that you and I had a little chat."

As my five foot-six inch 130 pound girlfriend led her six foot-two inch 220
pound stepfather towards the living room, she paused and winked at me, then
walked out and closed the bedroom door behind her.

For a couple of minutes after they left I couldn't hear so much as a single
sound coming from the living room. And then, all of a sudden, I heard," POW!
SMACK! THUMP! CRACK! SLAM! WACKITY-WACKITY- WHAM! This went on for several
minutes before I heard one last POW! which was followed by a THUD! (the whole
house seemed to shake when this happened); then everything became quiet again.
After a pause of about a minute I began to hear SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! This too went on for several minutes until I heard the
sound of a man - crying. The spanking stopped and, except for Richard's
sobbing, I couldn't hear anything else.

I got up off Janet's bed, put my ear to the bedroom door and tried to hear
what was going on. I could just barely make out the sound of Janet's voice but
it was much too muted for me to make out what she was saying. But she did seem
to be speaking in a very stern tone. When I heard the sound of footsteps
approaching I quickly ran back to Janet's bed and sat down again (as I was
told to do). Then the bedroom door flung open.

"Why you naughty boy you," Janet said with mock anger when she re- entered her
bedroom, dragging her battered stepfather by the collar of his shirt behind
her. "That isn't where you were sitting when I left, was it Roger? You got up
and tried to listen to what was going on in the living room, didn't you? You
naughty, naughty boy. I've half a mind to take you across my knees and give
you a good spanking too." (The smile on Janet's beautiful face told me that
she was just teasing - fortunately for me).

Janet didn't seem to have a single mark or scratch on her. In fact her
beautiful hair wasn't even mussed; it looked just the way it did after I
finished brushing it. Her stepfather, on the other hand, looked like he had
been put through a meat grinder. Richard had at least one black eye, a bloody
nose, his right jaw was swollen and he undoubtably had at least a dozen other
welts and bruises over various other parts of his body. Furthermore, his pants
and boxer shorts had been pulled down below his knees revealing his bright red
buttocks; undoubtably the result of the severe spanking Janet had just given
him.

"Roger, my stepfather has something to say to you; don't you Richard?" (The
contrast in Janet's tone of voice when she spoke to me - soft and gentle -
couldn't have been more dissimilar to the hard, stern voice she used with
him).

"Yes," the large, badly beaten and humiliated man softly said as he fought to
hold back his tears (and not too successfully I might add). "I'm, I'm so, so
sorry I yelled at you a little while ago Roger. Please forgive me. It will
never happen again; I promise." Janet was still holding her hapless step-
father firmly by the collar of his shirt. Far from being the strong, fearsome
man who had barged into her bedroom a mere fifteen minutes earlier, he was now
battered and broken - broken by an eighteen year-old girl!

"Very well then Richard," Janet said as she released him from the grip that
she had on his shirt collar. Now I want you to get yourself cleaned up and
begin to prepare our dinner. Roger will be dinning with us this evening and I
expect dinner to be ready in exactly one hour - and not one minute later. And
it had better be good. Do you understand?"

"Yes Janet. Dinner will be ready in an hour and it'll be good. I promise."

"Very well then. Now get going!"

After Janet's battered and humiliated stepfather limped out of her room, my
beautiful girlfriend sat down next to me and grinned. "Very well then Roger
(Janet likes to use the term 'very well then'), where were we before we were
so rudely interrupted? Oh yes, now I remember - you were in the process of
brushing my pretty hair, weren't you?" (It never ceases to amaze me how Janet
can be so strong and tough one minute and so soft and feminine the next). She
reached over to the table where her hairbrush was and handed it to me.
"Brushy, brushy," she said with a girlish giggle.

Later That Evening

Janet and I were lying in her bed and cuddling each other. Her stepfather,
having finished cleaning up the dishes, went out for a while (probably for a
few beers at the local bar to help him try to forget about the humiliation he
suffered at the hands of his 18 year-old stepdaughter) leaving us alone. As I
ran my fingers through Janet's beautiful hair, I couldn't help myself from
saying, "I actually felt sorry for Richard this afternoon Janet, after I saw
the results of the beating and humiliation you gave him."

"Well he deserved it, didn't he Roger? After the way he barged into my bed-
room without my permission and spoke to us the way he did. He got exactly what
he deserved. I warned him several times never to do that. So today I decided
that it was time to deal with this problem once and for all. That's why I
didn't want you to watch me beating him up and spanking him honey. I can be
quite strict when I feel it's necessary. Do you remember what I did a few
months ago when those mean bullies on the football team were teasing you
because you were dating me?"

"Yes Janet, how could I ever forget that? You went into the weight room after
school was over when you knew they'd be working out and beat all four of them
up. Then you forced them to apologize to me and made them promise never to
tease me again."

"And have they bothered you since Roger?"

"No they haven't - nor has anybody else for that matter." To the contrary,
when Bill Wilson - the strongest and toughest guy on the football team -
accidentally bumped into me in the hall and knocked my schoolbooks to the
floor one day he immediately bent down, picked them up and handed them back to
me. He then apologized and practically begged me not to tell Janet about it. I
didn't, but somebody else must have because she confronted Bill about it a
short time later and warned him to be more careful whenever he's around me
(some of the students who watched this said that Bill was visibly shaking when
Janet confronted him).

"You see the perks of having a strong, tough girlfriend Roger?" Janet giggled
as she put her surprisingly powerful arms around me and squeezed me tight.
"I'm always there to protect my sweet little honey-bunny," (I'm actually six
feet tall and weigh in at a fairly fit 180 pounds).

"But how can you - a five foot-six inch 130 pound girl - be so tough that you
can beat up and intimidate guys who are so much larger and stronger than you
are Janet - like you did to those football players as well as your stepfather
this afternoon? I mean Richard is a pretty big guy. What's your secret?"

"Oh it's really no secret honey. My mom is an expert in martial arts and she
began training me in various forms of hand-to-hand combat almost from the time
that I learned to walk; in other words since I was around two years old. And I
took to it like a duck to water. I loved it. By the time I was twelve years
old I could smash boards and bricks with both my hands and feet. I mean, how
many twelve year old girls can do that? Not too many I suppose (grin)."

"By the time I was thirteen I started to enter martial arts tournaments in the
open division - that means usually fighting against older boys and men. And at
the ripe old age of fifteen I won my city's open martial arts championship -
dethroning the three-time champion in the process. He wasn't very happy about
getting beaten by a fifteen year-old girl; tee, hee (that would explain the
dozen or so martial arts trophies Janet has on display in her bedroom). And to
prove that my victory over him wasn't just a fluke, I beat him again in the
finals the following year. That was just before my mom got her job promotion
and we moved here."

"But what I really enjoy most about being a strong, tough girl is being able
to beat up the bullies in the schools I attended. The boys who thought they
were so tough because they could to pick on the smaller, weaker students like
those football players that were hassling you Roger. I just love giving them a
good, well deserved beating to teach them a lesson. And I do get a thrill when
the biggest, strongest guys in school step to the side when they see me - a
much smaller girl - approaching from the opposite direction."

"Will your mom be pissed off at you when she finds out that you beat up and
humiliated your stepfather Janet?"

"Hmmm, that's a good question Roger. My mom is the only person I know that can
take me down. And despite the fact that Richard has a rather large chip on his
shoulder (maybe it's not so large now) she really does love him; or else she
wouldn't have married him in the first place. We'll probably sit down and have
a serious mother-daughter talk about what happened and I'll explain to her why
I did what I did." Then Janet grinned and added, "and it wouldn't be the first
time we'll be having this conversation either."

"What do you mean? You've beaten up some of her other male friends?"

"Well a couple actually - one went down something like this: I was fourteen
years old and my mom flew out to San Francisco to visit her sister - just like
she did this weekend. And since she felt that I was too young to be left alone
for a few days, mom asked her boyfriend John to stay here and babysit me while
she was away. I have to admit that I never really under- stood her
relationship with John. I felt that he was way too arrogant and conceited.
Anyway, that Friday I invited three of my girlfriends over for a weekend
slumber party."

"So the four of us girls were laughing and giggling well into the night - you
know how teenage girls are. And then sometime after midnight, John bursts into
my bedroom and demands that I send my girlfriends home. Well as you saw
earlier today Roger, nobody enters my bedroom without my permission and orders
me around. That's a really big no-no."

"So what did you do Janet?"

My girlfriend laughed, then replied," Well, just like I did today with
Richard, I beat the crap out of him. Only then I did it in front of my
girlfriends."

"Did you spank him too?"

"No. I thought about it, but in the end I felt a good beating would be
sufficient to teach him a lesson. But before I dismissed him I did force him
to brush both my hair as well as my three friends' - that was to teach him
humility."

"What happened to him?"

"He immediately packed up and left the house, broke up with my mom (good
riddance), and we never heard from him again."

"And what did your mother say when she found out about what you did to her
boyfriend?"

"She sat me down on the couch and we had a long mother-daughter talk. As best
as I can recall, this is what we said to each other:

"You know Janet, if you keep beating up my boyfriends, I might as well give up
on having a normal sex life, join a convent and become a nun. I miss your
father too honey, more than you can ever know. But I'm still a relatively
young woman and feel entitled to have a normal life."

"But mom, John barged into my bedroom without my permission and ordered all my
friends to go home. You know how I feel about that. He embarrassed me in front
of my friends so I had to teach him a lesson. Besides, I never really liked
him and I don't understand what you saw in him either."

"I know Janet. The truth is that I was going to break up with him soon anyway.
But you do need to learn to use your martial arts skills wisely honey. How
many times in the past few years have I been called into one of your schools
to hear about how you beat up some boy, or a gang of boys?"

"But those are all bullies mommy. They pick on other kids just because they're
bigger and stronger. I've never beaten up a boy just for the fun of it. That
would make me a bully too; wouldn't it?"

"But was it really necessary to give all of the five boys you pounded last
month a black eye honey?"

"They were a gang of bullies; not nice boys. They would threatened to beat up
other students - some of them my classmates - if they didn't hand over their
lunch money. Isn't that what you call extortion? So yes, I pounded them; and I
made sure that each one had a black eye to remember me by. Mommy, I don't
abuse the fighting skills that you taught me. Didn't you teach me to be
strong, and never back down when I feel I'm right? Well, that's what I did.
And if you had explained to John to respect my privacy, then I wouldn't have
had to punch him out either."

(Sigh). "Very well dear, I'll try to remember to explain to any guys I date in
the future about the ground rules in our home."

After listening to Janet's recollection of that event of several years ago I
asked her: "Yes, but Janet, that was your mother's boyfriend; a guy she was
going to break up with anyway. But his afternoon you beat up and humiliated
the man your mother married. Isn't that a little bit different?"

"Not to me Roger. Richard barged into my bedroom without my permission and was
very rude to you; my boyfriend. That's unacceptable behavior and I felt that I
had to teach him a good lesson. You saw how he behaved afterwards, didn't you?
Richard was as docile and submissive as a kitten. And I guarantee you, he'll
never enter my bedroom again without asking my permission or be rude to you.

Because he now knows that if he ever does - SMACK! (Janet slammed her right
fist hard into her left palm) that's what awaits him." She then giggled and
added, "not to mention another good spanking."

"Anyway sweetie pie, both my mom and Richard are out of the house and we're
alone on this nice comfy bed of mine. So I suggest that we take full advantage
of this fortuitous situation - if you catch my drift." And so we did.