Kelly: One Tough, Kick-Ass Woman
by M.C.
Being married to a tough Marine Corps drill sargent has it's drawbacks, but it  has it's advantages too.


11:00 A.M. SUNDAY MORNING

Cindy Thompson exited from the back door of her home and began walking towards
the garage where her parents went when they wanted to have a private
discussion. As she approached, the pretty 16 year-old girl heard the
all-to-familiar sounds coming from inside - WHAM! POW! SOCK! SMACK! Cindy
stood patiently outside until there was a lull in the action. "Mommy, I'm
dressed and ready to go shopping now."

"I'll be with you in a couple of minutes honey," a female voice called
out,"just as soon as your father and I are finished with our
*discussion*...CRACK! SLAM! WHACK! POW! "

"Are you and daddy fighting again?"

"We're not exactly fighting sweetie pie - SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! - we're just
having a difference of opinion - SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! It happens from
time-to-time, even in the best of relationships; SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!" Cindy
waited until things became quiet, then opened the garage door and went inside.
The scene that greeted her might have come as a shock to anyone who had grown
up in a so-called *normal* family, but in hers it didn't even raise an
eyebrow.

There was her mother Kelly - all five foot-five inches and 140 pounds of her -
sitting on the chest of her six foot-two inch, 220 pound husband; calmly
brushing her long, beautiful auburn hair. Cindy's large and well built father
had blood coming out of his nose and lower lip while his jaw appeared to be
rather badly swollen. "Hi sweetie pie," Kelly said casually, "I'll be ready to
go just as soon as I finish brushing my hair. Please go out to the car and
wait for me there. I'd like to have a word in private with your father before
we leave."

"O.K. mommy," Cindy grinned and went back outside.

After her daughter left, Kelly looked down at her battered husband and said in
a stern tone of voice, "well big boy, I hope you learned a few lessons today.
First: your household chores come first, then you can go and watch the
football game with your friends; and second: don't ever try to sneak out of
our house like some thief in the night. It's dishonest and I will not tolerate
dishonesty in my home!"

"But...but honey, it's an important playoff game...and it already started."

"Then you should have gotten up earlier this morning and done your chores
honey. Now, in addition to being punished, you're going to have to miss the
first half - and the more time you waist crying about it, the more of the game
you're going to miss." Kelly reached into her pocket, took out a tissue and
gently began to wipe her husband's bloody nose and lip. "Cindy and I are going
to the mall now to do some shopping. When I return, I'll expect to see all
your chores completed; unless, of course, you'd like come back here and
*discuss* it some more (Kelly felt her husband start to shake when she said
this). Do I make myself clear darling?"

"Yes dear," Jim replied meekly, "I'll finish my chores."

"That's a good boy." The small but very muscular woman reached down and patted
her large husband on the head as one would a child. "And if you do a decent
job, I may even have a reward for you later this evening after Cindy goes to
bed (wink)." Kelly finished brushing her beautiful hair and stood up. "Now
please clean yourself up and do your chores so mommy doesn't have to punish
you again today. They'll be an inspection at 16:00 hours. She blew him a kiss
and left the garage. The beaten man remained on the floor for a few more
minutes; tears swelling up in his eyes. After he heard the car start up and
drive off, he slowly got to his feet, cleaned himself up and began to do the
tasks his wife assigned him for that day.

"Why are you always beating daddy up mommy?" Cindy asked her mother as they
drove away.

"I don't *always* beat him up honey, only when he misbehaves...like he did
today."

"What did he do?"

"He knew we were going shopping today so he tried to leave and watch the
football game with his friends without doing the chores I gave him to do
first; thinking I wouldn't notice. I warned him about slacking off several
times already and your father is well aware of my feelings on disobediance. So
when I caught him trying to sneak out of the house by the back door, I took
him into the garage so we could discuss the matter privately."

"Yes mom, *discuss* it (giggles). Why do you feel you have to use a euphemism
with me? I mean, it's not like I don't know what you do to him when you take
him into garage. I've known about it for several years now."

"I know sweetie pie, but somehow 'having a discussion' sounds a whole lot
better than 'beating the crap out of him' or 'kicking his ass in', don't you
think? (Kelly reached over and playfully tugged on her daughter's ponytail).
And besides, I never tried to hide my dominiation of him from you, did I? I
just think beating up your father in front of you is...well, somewhat
tactless. After all, he does have his masculine pride you know. And I'm not
sure it's such a good thing for you to see your big, strong, macho father
getting his ass kicked by a woman - even if she is your mother."

"That's the thing I don't get mommy. Didn't daddy know what he was getting
into when he married a former Marine Corps drill sargent and an expert in
martial arts? Or did he think that being a big, strong ex-college football
player he'd be able to handle you?"

"I don't think he really realized what being married to an ex-Marine drill
sargent meant at first honey. And as far as *handling* me goes, I think we
settled that issue on our very first date (smirk)."

"You mean you beat him up on your very first date?"

"Well, I didn't actually beat him up. After he took me back to his apartment,
he went into his tough, macho man mode and thought he could order me
around...and NOBODY orders me around. But because he was a good-looking hunk
and I had the hots for him, I didn't give him the beating I could have. I
roughed him up a bit though, but nothing serious - I'd done far, far worse to
some other guys. I just wanted to show him which one of us was tougher and
that he couldn't tell me what to do. After I slapped him around for awhile, I
dragged him into his bedroom, threw him onto the bed and raped him...and it
was the best sex either of us ever had; by far. After that night we were
almost inseperable; a month later we got married."

"Daddy still wanted to marry you? Even after you punched him out? "

"Yes Cindy, and that's the irony of it...it's *because* I punched him out that
he wanted to marry me. (When Kelly saw the confused expression on her
daughter's face she smiled and continued). "You see honey, your father is
what's called a schmoe. Even though he appears to be a big, strong, toughguy,
he actually loves being married to a stronger, tougher, kick-ass woman like
me. It's part of his psychological make-up. It excites him, it's his sexual
fantasy."

"How did you know that mommy?"

"Well, for starters, you should have seen the size of the hard-on he had that
night when I first slapped him around (grin). And then when I dragged him into
his bedroom, what do you think I saw underneath his bed? A large collection of
comic books featuring sexy kick-ass superheroines like Wonder Woman,
Supergirl, She Hulk and Spiderwoman. He also had a lot of magazines about
woman bodybuilders. Your father got off on Wonder Woman comic books and
muscular women! (Both Kelly and Cindy began to laugh now). Now you tell me, if
that isn't a surefire sign of a schmoe, then I don't know what is. But please
don't mention this to your father; he might get embarrassed."

"Don't worry mom, I won't. So you became his fantasy Wonder Woman?"

"Yes, I guess I did."

"But if he knows you're so much tougher than he is, why do you still have to
beat him up from time to time?"

"Well honey, it's what's called a dichotomy."

"A dichotomy? What's that?"

Kelly sighed and smiled at her daughter. "Let me explain. While deep down
inside your father may be a schmoe and gets turned on by strong, powerful
women, he's also a man, and, therefore, the product of thousands of years of
human conditioning. So one part of him - the schmoe part - likes superwomen,
but another part still feels that by virtue of his being a man, he should be
in charge of the relationship. I call that the 'cave-man' mentality. That's
the dichotomy: one part of him willingly accepts my physical superiority over
him - craves it in fact - but the other part, his male ego, doesn't. So every
once in awhile that part tries to reassert itself and your father challenges
my authority - like he did this morning. And when that happens, I feel I it's
necessary to take him into the garage and give him a beating. In the long run
I believe it's better for him as well as our relationship."

"Why do you think that mommy? You'd think a big, strong guy like daddy
wouldn't like getting battered around by a smaller woman."

"That's an interesting phenomenon Cindy. As a Marine Corps drill sergent I saw
this happen over and over again. We'd get these young, strong recruits in who
thought they were tough studs. When they found out that I - a female - would
be their instructor for basic training, many of them started to laugh;
thinking I wouldn't be so rough on them. Well they weren't laughing for long -
in fact most of them wound up crying soon afterwards (Kelly paused and smiled
to herself)."

"What happened to them?"

"The wimps I got rid of, they're worthless anyway. The ones I felt had the
inner strength to survive my training, I broke down and remade into true
warriors - and there's not a single man or woman who completed my course that
regretted it. Because of me, they all became stronger and tougher than they
ever thought they could be; and much better people as a result. I pushed them
to their limits...and then beyond. And that's why our table is always stacked
with greeting cards every Christmas; they'll never forget the lessons I taught
them. It's all about discipline honey; discipline and inner strength. But with
most people - your father included - that only comes through strict training."

"But daddy wasn't in the Marines."

"True honey. But I believe the same principles apply in all walks of life:
discipline and inner strength. He has his duties that he must perform in our
family, just like you and I and have ours. He knows what a stickler I am for
rules and regulations, but today he willingly disobeyed them. If your father
had gotten up earlier and finished the list of chores I gave him to do, then I
wouldn't have had to punish him."

"Furthermore, by trying to sneak out of the house without doing them he was
deceiving me. In the Corps I would have raked him over the coals for that -
metaphorically speaking of course. I want you to understand Cindy, I love your
father; I love him very much. But I'm also well aware of his weaknesses. Being
a pampered jock throughout his high school and college years he thought he had
everything coming to him on a silver platter. That kind of thinking makes one
lazy. I believe that when you lower your standards, you lower yourself."

"Now honey, you may think that I'm being too strict with your father and you.
But if there's one thing I learned as a drill sargent in the Marines, it's
that a person can accomplish wonders when properly motivated. That's why Jim
is now a major executive of his company. And you're not only the star of the
woman's basketball and softball teams in your high school, but an honor
student as well. My system works honey. So even though I may sometimes seem
too strict with you and your father, I want you to understand that I'm doing
it out of the love I have for the both of you."

"Is that also why you're teaching me martial arts and making me lift weights?
So I'll be strong and tough like you?"

"Yes dear, that's one of the reasons. If you want to compete in a man's world
you'll have to be strong, otherwise you'll get trampled on. Men only respect
strength and power. Another reason is because martial arts gives you
self-confidence. Just look what you did to that large bully on Friday after
school. Even though he must have been at least six inches taller than you and
probably outweighed you by a hundred pounds - not to mention your school's
heavyweight wrestler - you still kicked his ass and sent him home crying."

"Hey! How'd you find out about that mom?"

Kelly began to laugh. "His father called me up last night and complained about
his big, strong son being humiliated by a girl in front of almost the entire
school. That was a nice touch sweetie pie, challenging him to a fight in
public so he couldn't back down."

"Yes (giggles) I thought it was too. What else did Rick's father say?"

"Oh he said some other nasty things. So I invited him and his son to come over
this evening so we can all *discuss* it together (wink)."

"You did? But mom, Rick's dad is huge; I've seen him at Rick's wrestling
matches. He's much larger than dad, and looks a whole lot meaner too!"

"Since when have you started going to wrestling matches honey? (Mother and
daughter exchanged a knowing look and an understanding was reached between
them). I wouldn't worry too much about Rick's father Cindy," Kelly said with a
smile. "I think I can handle myself pretty well. Look, we're at the mall. It's
time to end this conversation and get down to some serious shopping."

LATER THAT AFTERNOON

Kelly and Cindy pulled up into the driveway and got out of the car. The first
thing Kelly did was inspect the lawn and hedges to see that her husband had
done his work properly (once a drill sargent, always a drill sargent).
Satisfied that it was, she and her daughter entered their home."Hello
honeybunch, how was the game?"

"It was great Kelly. The Steelers won in the last minute."

"Well good for you," she said as she gave him a passionate kiss on the lips
(careful not to put too much pressure though as they were still swollen from
the discussion they had earlier that morning)."When's their next game?"

"A week from today."

"Well then, I suggest you set the alarm clock earlier next Sunday. That way
you'll have plenty of time to finish your chores and we won't have to have to
pay another visit to the garage (wink)."

"Don't worry honey, I will. Oh, and by-the-way, someone named Roger Williams
called a little while ago. He sounded quite angry and said that he and his son
Rick will be over around 7 P.M. Does that mean anything to you?"

Kelly and Cindy looked at each other and smiled. "Yes dear, it means we'll
have to finish dinner by 18:45 - that would be 6:45 P.M. for you civilians.
And by-the-way, you did a nice job on the lawn and hedges honey. Do you
remember what I said to you earlier today?"

Jim smiled down at his small, powerfully built wife and she smiled up at
him...he remembered. "Well then," he said after a long pause, "I guess I'd
better start preparing dinner now."

"Yes Jimmy, I guess you'd better." Jim Thompson went into the kitchen to begin
preparing dinner while his wife and daughter went to their rooms to put away
the things they had bought at the mall.

7:00 P.M. THAT EVENING

RING, RING! Jim, who had just finished doing the dishes after dinner, answered
the front door. "Yes, who is it?"

"It's Roger Williams," an angry voice replied,"we need to talk about something
Mr. Thompson!" Jim opened the door and let the very large man and his son into
the house.

"And what would that be?" Jim asked innocently (he was completely in the dark
as to who they were and why they were there).

"It's about your daughter Mr. Thompson. She completely humiliated my son in
front of his whole school on Friday...in front of everyone!" (Jim looked at
the large, muscular 17 year-old boy who must have weighed well over 200 pounds
to his daughter's 130. "I guess Kelly's martial arts lessons must be paying
off," he said to himself.) "And I want to see her punished...now! Do it or
else you and I are going to have a problem Mr. Thompson, if you catch my
drift." Roger Williams was now standing only a few feet away from Jim, and
even though Jim was a fairly large man, he looked small compared to the six
foot-four inch, 275 pound man confronting him.

"Just a minute there Mr. Williams," a female voice called out from another
room,"I believe it's me you want to talk to." Kelly and Cindy were in their
bedrooms trying on their new clothes when Roger and his son arrived. But
Roger's loud, boisterous demands drew them out. Kelly placed herself
in-between her husband and the large, angry man and put her hands on her hips.
"You have no right to threaten my husband in our home," she boldly
said,"you'll apologise to him immediately!"

Roger Williams was somewhat taken aback by this surprising turn of events.
Fully expecting to face Cindy's father (after all, isn't that the way it's
supposed be?), he now found himself being confronted by her much smaller -
though extremely well built - mother. "Didn't you hear what I just said, Mr.
Williams? Apologise to my husband this minute...or else!"

"Or else what?" he replied as he arrogantly folded his large arms in front
her.

Kelly responded with a strange smile and calmly said,"why don't we all take a
walk out our garage, Mr. Williams; we can *discuss* this matter further
there." So Kelly led Roger Williams, his son, her husband and daughter out to
the garage. "I'm going to give you one more chance to apologise to my husband
Mr. Williams," Kelly said when they were all inside,"and I seriously advise
you to take it."

The huge man glared down at the five foot-five inch, 140 pound woman. Then the
six foot-four inch, 275 pound man looked over at Jim and laughed. "Well I see
who wears the pants in this family." His son began to laugh too.

"I wouldn't be so smug if I were you Ricky," Cindy said with a smile.
"Remember how I kicked your ass after school on Friday?"

"You caught me off guard, that's all," he replied.

"Oh really? Would you like a rematch then?"

"Anytime girlie, anytime."

"You two will have to wait your turn," Kelly said and winked at her
daughter,"this garage is only big enough for one fight at a time." She then
turned back to Rick's father."Let's get it on tough guy. I haven't kicked any
serious butt since...well, since this morning."

"I ain't fighting no woman," Roger responded,"what's the point of that?"

"Then think of it this way big boy. You're not going to fight a woman...you're
going to fight an ex-Marine drill sargent; whose now about to kick your ass!"
POW! Kelly slammed her right foot hard against the side of Roger's face. WHAM!
she then sent her right fist deep into the large man's stomach. CRACK! Her
left foot landed underneath his jaw and just-like-that the huge man found
himself lying flat on his back; floored by a woman half his size. While she
waited for Roger to get up, Kelly calmly tied her long, beautiful hair into a
ponytail. She winked over at her husband and daughter, then turned to face the
large, angry man who was now storming over to her.

WHACK! POW! SLAM! THUD! With a powerful series of lightning fast punches and
kicks, the 140 pound woman drove the 275 pound man back against the wall of
the garage. CRACK! BAM! SMASH! Despite being nearly a foot taller and 135
pounds heavier than his female opponent, Roger was clearly no match for
Kelly's speed and fighting skills; she seemed to be able to land her brick
shattering blows at will. SMASH! With a solid roundhouse kick to the side of
his face, the beautiful woman sent Roger to the floor again.

"What's the matter big boy?" Kelly teased as he slowly got to his feet,"is the
little lady too much for you to handle? In the Corps I used to eat men like
you for breakfast." Furious now, Roger charged again; but twenty second later
- after another series of vicious punches and kicks - he found himself on the
carpet again (so that Jim wouldn't get hurt too badly, Kelly had a carpet
installed in the part of the garage where they had their *discussions*). "Come
on tough guy," she continued to tease as she danced up and down on the balls
of her feet, "you're not even giving me a halfway decent workout here. I'm
very disappointed in you Mr. Williams, very disappointed."

"Come on dad," Rick screamed," you can beat her. She's just a woman!"

"That would appear not to be the case Ricky," Cindy giggled,"I guess it's,
'like son, like father'."

Aware that he was being totally humiliated in front of his son (not to mention
beaten up by a woman) Roger decided to try a change of tactics. He would use
his tremendous advantage in size and strength to tackle the smaller female,
football style. Once he had her on the floor, he reasoned, her karate would be
useless. So despite his bloody nose, black eye and swollen jaw, the huge man
rose to his feet and charged Kelly with his with his arms wide apart.

Far from being intimidated by this tactic however (Kelly had expected he'd
have to resort to this sooner or later), the ex-Marine drill sargent was more
than ready to meet his attack. She grabbed one of his outstretched arms and
executed a classic judo throw; slamming the totally outclassed Roger hard onto
the carpet again. Then, still holding his wrist, Kelly twisted it back until
he began to howl out in pain. She then placed her right foot on his neck,
totally immobalizing him. "What's the matter Roggie? Can't take a little pain?
I guess you'll never make it as a Marine; tee, hee, hee."

"Leave my father alone!" Rick shouted out and took a step towards them. But
before he could take another, Roger's son felt a surprisingly strong hand grip
his upper arm. "O.K. tough guy," Cindy said as she cocked back her right
fist,"it looks like our parents are finished. You wanted a rematch, well now
you've got one." POW! The pretty 16 year-old girl slammed her fist hard into
the larger boy's jaw. THUD! She followed that with a left to his stomach.
CRUNCH! She then nailed him with another kick to his face sending the 215
pound boy to the carpet too, only a few feet away from his father.

"Well done sweetie pie," Cindy's proud mother said as she sat down on Roger's
large chest," but that last kick of yours was a little bit too high in my
opinion."

"Yes, I know. I guess I'll have to work on my accuracy some more (wink)."
Cindy then sat down on her beaten opponent's chest also. "What shall we do
with these 'tough guys' now mommy?"

"How about a little game of 'patty cake'?"

"Oh what a wonderful idea; tee, hee, hee." Mother and daughter then began to
slap the helpless men beneath them back and forth across their faces with
their open hands; giggling as they did. As Jim watched the amazing scene being
played out before him - his wife and daughter playfully battering the larger
males to a pulp while giggling with each other - he began to get an erection.

"You'd better watch yourself there honeybunch," Kelly smiled when she noticed
the bulge in his pants. "I expect to get some of that later."

"I'll do my best honey. But watching the two of you in action; it's...it's
just so...so erotic."

"Then I suggest you go into the house and take a cold shower. Because you'd
better be able to perform for me tonight."

Battered, beaten, humiliated and in tears, both Roger and his son began
begging their female antanonists to stop slapping them. "Will you apologise to
my husband now for threatening him?" Kelly asked. She held her open hand above
him, prepared to strike again if he didn't give her the right responce.

"Yes," the 275 pound man cried out,"yes, I'll apologise."

"And will you stop being a big bully in school Ricky?" Cindy too was poised to
strike.

"Yes," Rick said in an equally subserviant tone.

"And will you take me to the dance next Friday night?"

A short pause followed. "WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! "Yes!...yes Cindy, I'll
take you to the dance," he cried." Please don't hit me anymore!" Cindy and her
mother looked at each other, smiled and slapped each other five. "YOU GO
GIRL!" they shouted simultaniously.

Jim, despite what he promised his wife, couldn't hold it back longer. He came
right there in his pants. "Why you naughty, naughty boy Jimmy," Kelly teased
her husband when she noticed. "It looks like I'm going to have to take you
across my knee." The tone of her voice told him she was just kidding though.

"Well now you two," Kelly continued as she looked down at the two battered and
humiliated guys lying beneath her and her daughter,"I hope you learned your
lesson this evening. Don't mess with us! Because we're both kick-ass girls and
the next time we won't be so easy on you." Roger swallowed what was left of
his pride and apologised to Jim for threatening him earlier. "O.K. then,"
Kelly said,"you boys are free to leave...unless, of course, you'd like to
continue our *discussion*." Battered and beaten, father and son limped out of
the garage towards their car as fast as they could under the circumstances.

"I'll expect you to be here no later than 7 P.M. next Friday Ricky," Cindy
called out after them. "And if you're late, we'll go back into the garage and
*discuss* it." (Cindy looked at her mother and winked).

"You know honey, I believe you're definiately getting the hang of it," Kelly
smiled. "I guess the apple really doesn't fall far from the tree." The proud
mother then put one of her muscular arms around her daughter's neck and the
other around her husband's waist and led them back into their home.

11:00 P.M. THAT NIGHT

Kelly tucked her 16 year-old daughter into bed and kissed her on the forehead.
"Good night sweetie pie," she said softly.

"Nite mom," Cindy replied. "I had a wonderful, kick-ass day."

"So did I honey, so did I. Pleasent dreams." Kelly turned off the light and
left the room. She went downstairs to the living room where her husband was
waiting. "Well Jimmy, did you have a nice day too?"

"Yes dear, I did. And the best part was watching you and Cindy kick Roger and
his son's asses in."

Kelly smiled up at her husband. "Do you remember what I told you in the
garage? That if you did a decent job on your chores I'd give you a reward?"

"Yes Kelly (grin), I remember."

"Good boy." The powerful woman walked over to him. She bent down and lifted
the much larger man up over her shoulder then effortlessly him into their
bedroom where she tossed him onto the bed. "Well now," she giggled,"what does
this remind you of?"

"Our first date...when you punched me out and raped me."

"Right you are. And now I'm going to rape you again you handsome devil you."
With that, the strong, tough ex-Marine drill sargent leaped on top of her
extremely horny husband and the two of them engaged in a night of wild passion
that neither would soon forget.