The Marvelous Mary
By M.C.
A man describes some of his experiences being married to the World's Strongest Woman.


Author's Note: I think I managed to hit on every one of my sexual fetishes
with this story. It may not be for everyone's taste though, so consider
yourselves as having been warned.

1) The Introduction

Hi. My name is Roger Williams and I'd like to tell you about my amazing wife.
Her name is Mary and she is, quite simply, the most wonderful, beautiful, and
awesome woman I've ever met. And she's also the strongest, by far. In fact her
stage name (Mary is a strongwoman in a traveling circus) is��The Marvelous
Mary: The World's Strongest Woman"; and boy is she ever. And when my wife is
not performing in the circus, she's both a world champion bodybuilder and
powerlifter. Her trophies fill up most of our house. Mary's biceps measure an
amazing eighteen inches around and her thighs twenty-four! And although she
stands only five feet-six inches tall, Mary weighs in at a rock-solid 175
pounds. But despite that she still manages to retain the feminine shape of the
gorgeous woman that she is.

Just how strong is this amazing wife of mine? Well in her circus act, in
addition to lifting huge amounts of weight, Mary usually challenges the five
strongest men in the audience to a tug of war; and she NEVER loses! She once
took on the entire offensive front line of a local college football team that
were in the crowd. They were laughing throughout her act because they thought
that all of the feats of strength she performed were faked. So Mary decided to
teach them a lesson. You should have seen the looks on their faces as she
literally dragged them across the center line; laughing as she did so. Humbly,
they all apologized to her afterward.

And how did I meet this incredible woman? Well, after I received my MBA
(masters of business administration) I got a job of managing the finances of
the circus where Mary performed. At first I distanced myself from the circus
performers, the clowns, trapeze artists, animal trainers, and all of the
others associated with the daily running of the organization and just
concentrated on doing the job that I was hired to do which was to organize the
circus' finances so that they could make a profit. But then one afternoon
after our last show for the day was finished and I was working over the books
in my office, this powerfully-built woman wearing a very sexy tiger skin
one-piece bathing suit (synthetic of course) came in and sat down on the chair
across from my desk.��Hello there handsome," she said and flashed me a
beautiful smile.��I believe you're new here, aren't you?"

"Why yes ma'am I am." I answered somewhat nervously as I glanced at her
awesome biceps and long, beautiful brown hair that draped down over her over
large shoulders and halfway down her back.��My-my name is Roger Williams. I'm
the new accountant and bookkeeper of the circus."

"I know," she answered with another beautiful smile.��And I hear that you've
been doing such a wonderful job so far that we've just had one of the most
profitable months that the circus ever had. By-the-way, my name is Mary and
I'm very pleased to meet you." She held out her hand for me to shake and I
shook it (to say that my hand felt like it was being squeezed in a vise would
be an understatement).��Oh, was I squeezing your hand too tightly sweetie pie?
I'm sorry. Sometimes I forget just how fragile you men can be (smirk)." Her
sarcasm wasn't lost on me.

"I can see now why they call you The Marvelous Mary. You really are strong.
Have you always been this strong? And what made you decide to join the
circus?"

"I've been strong for as long as I can remember. Ever since I was a little
girl. No one seems to know why that is. I guess it's just one of those things.
And as to why I joined the circus, well it's like this: I grew up in a small
farming town, probably no more than a few thousand people lived in the area.
After I graduated from high school I didn't have any idea what I wanted to do
but I certainly wasn't interested in going on to college. Then one day during
that summer this traveling circus came to our town. I heard that they were
interested in hiring people for the summer months to help them set up the
tents and things like that. It sounded interesting to I applied and got the
job. And right from the start I fell in love with circus life."

"Every week the circus would go to a different town. We'd set everything up
and help run the shows. Then after a few days we'd take everything apart, pack
up and travel to a different town. It was hard work but I was a farmgirl, so
hard work was something I was used to. But there was one thing about this
circus that really displeased me at the time."

"What was that Mary?"

"The circus had a Strongman act called Atlas: The Strongest Man in the World.
Well this Atlas - I never knew his real name - was a really nasty guy;
especially when he got drunk, which was often. But his act was very popular
with the crowd so I guess the circus felt that they had to keep him and just
tolerate his behavior. But nobody really liked him. Then one day I saw him
harassing Karen, one of the circus clowns who was also my best friend. So I
went up to him and told him to leave Karen alone, or else! Well as I said he
was a very arrogant man and told me that nobody in the circus ever tells the
mighty Atlas what to do. So what was I going to do about it?

"So what did you do about it?" I asked.

Mary broke into a grin.��Well, first I beat the crap out of him. And then (now
she began to giggle) I dragged him over to a near-by chair, sat down and
yanked him across my knees, pulled down his pants and gave him a good, hard,
bare-bottom spanking with my strong right hand. And while I was spanking him I
also gave him a stern lecture on how I expected him to behave from then on.
The next day he packed up all of his belongings and left the circus; so I took
over his act. At first I called my act��Mary: The World's Strongest Girl". But
after a few years the circus thought it would be better to change it to��The
Marvelous Mary: The World's Strongest Woman". As I was now in my 20's, it
seemed a more appropriate title so I've called it that ever since."

Mary flashed me yet another beautiful smile and said,��Roger, since the circus
doesn't have an evening show tonight, what do you say we go out and grab a
bite to eat and a few beers after you've finished going over the books for
today? I noticed that there's a pub just down the street that looks really
nice."

We went to the pub and were having a really good time (although she did beat
me in 8-ball five times in a row and I'm a pretty good player - or at least I
thought I was until I played Mary). And then some gruff locals started to make
jokes about Mary's muscular arms. As a man who stands over six feet tall and
wasn't a bad athlete in college, I felt duty bound to defend the honor of the
woman I was with. So I began to walk towards them. As I approached, the three
of them rose to their feet and I noticed that each one was both larger and
looked to be stronger than I was. But as I had already committed myself, and
didn't want to appear to be a coward in front of Mary, I prepared myself for
whatever would come next.

And then I felt a strong hand grab my right arm from behind.��This is a very
brave thing that you're attempting to do Roger," I heard Mary's voice say.
"And I'm very flattered that you're willing to do this for me. But I'm afraid,
and I really hope that you won't be offended by this, that you're not quite up
to the task of taking on all three of them at once. So you'd better let me
handle this. Trust me Roger, I'm tough enough for the both of us (then she
added with a wink) and then some."

What happened next had to be seen to be believed. Though she was now
confronting three big, strong men - each much taller than she was - Mary
proceeded to batter them all around the pub with ease. Even when one of them
did manage to hit her, Mary would simply laugh and hit him back - twice as
hard as he had hit her. It couldn't have been more than two or three minutes
before this amazing woman had battered these three large men into complete
submission and left them lying on the floor.

After Mary had finished pummeling them she looked over at me, smiled and
fluffed up her long, beautiful brown hair. All the patrons in the pub at the
time stood up and gave her a rousing ovation.��These bullies had been
bothering the patrons here for quite some time," the bartender told us, "and
it's about time that somebody finally taught them a good lesson." As a token
of his appreciation, the bartender gave us free drinks after that.

"Thank you," Mary replied with graceful humility.��It was my pleasure; and I
do mean pleasure. And if you enjoyed this, be sure to come to the circus
tomorrow afternoon and catch my strongwoman act." (Many of them did as we had
a capacity crowd). Mary then took me by the hand. "Come sweetie pie, let's go
back to the hotel." Then she grinned and added,��There's nothing like beating
up a bunch of bullies to put a girl in a sexy mood." That night I enjoyed the
best sex I ever had in my life.

Afterward, as Mary and I lay in bed together, she holding me harder than I've
ever been held before and me with my arms around her rock-hard body, this
awesome woman asked me,��Roger, I hope that I didn't make you feel inadequate
earlier tonight when I beat up those bullies. It was a very brave thing that
you tried to do, defend my honor and all. But I really didn't want to see you
get hurt as you undoubtably would have. You're a real cutie pie you know."

"I understand Mary, I really do. But you're such an amazing woman. I mean you
totally waisted those guys without even working up a sweat. You were even
laughing as you pounded them! And I'm afraid that because of what you can do,
you might not want to be around a wimpy guy like me."

Mary sighed and squeezed me even harder and paused for a minute as if she was
carefully considering what she should say next in response to what I had just
told her.��Roger, I really don't care for the rough, tough macho type of guy;
and I never did. First of all, as you may have noticed in the pub, I'm at
least twice as strong and tough as most men could ever hope to be. And when a
guy finds that out, as he inevitably does sooner or later, it always leads to
complications in my relationships. That is to say the guy ends it pronto. And
it's been that way throughout my life. Look Roger, I may be have the body and
strength of a superwoman, but inside I'm still very much a woman. And just
like any other woman, I need the love and affection from a meaningful
relationship." Mary paused before continuing.

"What I'm really looking for in a guy is someone sweet, kind and intelligent.
Someone who can love me for who I am and not be intimidated by the fact that I
may be three or four times stronger than they are. (If anything, I think Mary
was actually underestimating her strength. Remember the tug-of-war she won
against the football players?) What I'm trying to say Roger is that what I'm
looking for is a guy exactly like you." After another long pause Mary looked
me directly in the eyes and asked,��So, what do you say Roger? Are you
interested? I promise I will always be there for you. I'll always be ready to
protect and defend you; just like I did in the pub this evening. So, will you
agree to be my honeybunny?" And the rest, as they say, is history.

2) Our Honeymoon Six Months Later

Well, Mary and I have been married for four months now, and I'd like to
describe just a few of the things that I've experienced being married to the
World's Strongest Woman. After we got married Mary and I went to Las Vegas for
our honeymoon. After registering at the desk of the hotel, we went up to our
room to freshen up a bit before going out for dinner and a show. As I was
dressed and ready before Mary, I decided to go down to the desk in the lobby
and check on our dinner and show reservations. Mary said she would meet me
down in the lobby in a few minutes. When the elevator arrived on our floor I
let the two large, tough-looking men exit first and, not thinking anything of
it, got in, went down and walked over to the concierge. Satisfied that our
evening plans were in order, I walked back to the elevator to wait for Mary.

When elevator doors opened I, along with the several other people who were
waiting to go up, were greeted by a most unexpected sight; and that's putting
it mildly. For there, standing before me, was Mary, dressed in a beautiful
blue dress with her long brown hair falling over her massive shoulders and
smiling at me. But what was unusual was that the two large, tough-looking men
that had exited the elevator when I got in were also in the elevator - only
they were both lying unconscious on the elevator's floor and appeared to be
rather badly beaten up while Mary on the other hand didn't have so much as a
single mark on her. In fact her beautiful hair wasn't even mussed!

"What's the matter sweetie pie?" Mary giggled when she saw the surprised look
that I had on my face.��You look like you've just seen a ghost; tee, hee,
hee." Then she looked down.��Oh them. They got into the elevator with me and
as soon as the doors closed tried to steal my purse. So I had to teach them a
lesson in manners."

Our hotel room is located on the fifteenth floor. That means that my amazing
wife beat both of then to a pulp in the time that it took the elevator to
reach the lobby! Mary handed her purse to me, reached down and grabbed the
unconscious men by their shirt collars. Then, seemingly without exerting
herself at all, she dragged the two large men through the lobby and dropped
them in front of the main desk.��These two naughty men tried to steal my purse
from me in the elevator," she said to the stunned manager.��See that they get
what they deserve so I don't have to beat them up again." Mary then gently
took me by the hand and calmly said,��Come honey, let's go and have some
din-din and then see the show. I'm famished."

Later, when we returned to the hotel after the show, the manager told us that
there had been a rash of robberies recently and the two men that Mary had
pummeled were the prime suspects. And because she had delt so effectively with
them, our hotel room would be on the house for the duration of our stay in Las
Vegas.��You see sweetie pie," Mary giggled as we entered the elevator to go up
to our room,��there are definitely advantages to being married to a woman with
super strength; tee, hee, hee." (In case you haven't noticed, my wife likes to
giggle a lot).

3) The Next Evening

Mary and I returned to our hotel room after what can only be described as an
exhilarating day. After breakfast we boarded a plane that took us through the
magnificent Grand Canyon which was followed in the afternoon by a round of
golf. And although I consider myself to be a rather good golfer (I usually
shoot in the mid to low-80s) Mary beat me by six strokes - and it was only the
fifth time in her life that she had ever golfed! She can drive a golf ball
over 350 yards perfectly straight! Is there anything this amazing wife of mine
cannot do? Well, as I was about to find out that evening, The Marvelous Mary
had yet another surprise in store for me. And this one was totally unplanned
and totally awesome!

Mary and I went out again for a lovely dinner and another show. And when we
returned to the hotel we saw a very large and angry man in the lobby screaming
and swearing at the manager and staff about something he wasn't satisfied with
in his room.��That man is very rude," Mary said as we watched the drama
unfold. "I mean just because he's unhappy with something doesn't give him the
right to talk to people that way. I think somebody needs to teach him a good
lesson in manners."� (A good lesson in manners is Mary's way of saying giving
someone a good beating in order to convince them to change their behavior.
Remember Atlas, the circus strongman?)

"But Mary, don't you know who that is?"

"No I don't know who he is Roger. All I know is that he's a very rude man who
needs to be taught a lesson." I was flabbergasted that Mary didn't know who he
was. Either she didn't recognize him or she just didn't care.

"That's Albert��The Killer' Roberts, Mary. He's� the undefeated heavyweight
boxing champion of the world."

Mary's reaction was as casual as if I had told her that it might rain
tomorrow. "Oh he his is he? Well that still doesn't give him the right to talk
to people that way. I've half a mind to go over there and straighten him out."
Could Mary be serious? I mean I know she's strong and tough and all, but can
she really take on one of the greatest and most feared boxers in history? That
may be a tall order, even for her.

After Albert screamed a few more insults and expletives at the manager and
hotel staff, he stormed off to the elevator; presumably to go up to his room.
After he left, Mary went over to the desk and politely asked the manager, "Can
you please tell me which room that rude man is staying in?"

"He's staying in room 1519 Miss Mary (that's what the manager calls her now
after she beat up the two robbers). The same floor as you and your husband.
May I ask why you want to know?"

"Oh, I think I'd like to have a word or two with him, that's all," Mary
answered with a cryptic smile. Then she took me by the hand and said,��Come
sweetie pie, I think we'll pay this rough, tough macho heavyweight boxing
champ a little visit." As Mary and I rode the elevator up to the fifteenth
floor, I began to get nervous; very nervous in fact.��What's the matter
sweetie pie?" Mary asked when she noticed this. Unlike me, Mary seemed to be
perfectly calm and relaxed about all of this.

"I have a bad feeling about this Mary. I mean I know you're strong and tough
and all, but he's the undefeated heavyweight boxing champ; and they don't call
him��The Killer" for nothing. I mean he's absolutely brutal in the ring. He
sent many of his opponents to the hospital because of the beating he gave
them. Are you really sure you want to go through with this Mary?"

When she heard this Mary began to giggle.��Oh Rogie, you're worried about your
little wify. How sweet of you; tee, hee, hee. But honey, I'm not the one you
should be worried about. This big bully needs to be taught a good lesson in
manners, and I'm just the girl to do it." When the elevator arrived at the
fifteenth floor we got out. But before Mary knocked on the door to room 1519,
she turned to me and said,��Don't worry about me sweetie pie. I'm a big girl
and can take care of myself. But you don't have to come in and watch if you'd
rather not. I'll understand. You can just wait for me in our room and and warm
up our nice, comfy bed. This shouldn't take too long." When I told Mary that
there was no way that I was not going inside with her, she smiled and
playfully pinched me on the cheek. Then she knocked on the door and the die
was cast.

4) The Confrontation

"Who the hell is that?" the loud, gruff voice bellowed from inside room 1519 a
few seconds after Mary knocked.

"Oh it's just little ole me," my wife replied.��I wanted to have a little chat
with you Mr. Roberts because I think you're just so wonderful." Mary was using
a cute little girl's tone of voice that I had never heard her use before and,
after she winked at me, I realized that this was just a ruse to get him to
open the door. And sure enough, it worked. For not twenty seconds later the
door opened and my wife and I were staring up at the massive form of the six
foot- six inch, 275 pound undefeated heavyweight boxing champion of the world
who was glaring down at us. But before the champ even had time to react, Mary
pushed her way past him and we went inside - something he definitely wasn't
pleased about to say the least.��Who the hell are you and what the fuck are
you doing here?" he shouted at us.

"My, my what language Mr. Champ. You really are rude, aren't you? I think that
somebody needs to teach you a lesson in manners." As I stared at the scene
that was now playing out before me in that hotel room, I couldn't help but
think that the word surreal would best describe it. Because that's exactly
what it was. I here was my wife - all five feet-six inches and 175 pounds of
her - standing with her hands on her hips in front of the massive, six
foot-six inch 275 pound undefeated heavyweight boxing champion of the world;
and I couldn't detect even a trace of fear on her beautiful face. In fact Mary
was actually smiling! It was as if she was looking forward to her
confrontation with this brutal man.

Not being one to waste time on unnecessary words, my muscular wife said, "So
tough guy, let's get it on." SMACK! Mary slapped the champ hard across his
face with her strong, open right hand and the fight was on.

Mary told me to stand on the far side of the large hotel room so I wouldn't
accidentally get hurt during the fight. But from where I stood I could clearly
see all of the action that was taking place. And there was indeed a lot of
action, and practically all of it being done by my incredible wife. For
although she was fighting a skilled opponent who stood a foot taller than she
did and outweighed her by a hundred pounds, Mary seemed to have little
difficulty pounding the heavyweight boxing champion around the hotel room with
her mighty fists. In fact so dominant was this amazing wife of mine that she
even had time to smile over at me occasionally while she was battering him.

And as I watched the amazing spectacle that was taking place right before my
eyes, I realized just what a truly incredible fighting machine Mary is. For
even though she had never studied boxing before - nor any other form of
martial arts for that matter - she was beating the undefeated heavyweight
boxing champion of the world with ease. Her secret? Nothing more than just
sheer brute strength and raw female power. Against her powerful eighteen inch
arms and rock-hard fists, even the world's heavyweight boxing champion didn't
stand a chance.

I just loved the way Mary's long, beautiful brown hair was swishing around
while she was battering him. And to further rub in the fact that the champ was
being beaten up by a woman, Mary would fluff up her hair from time- to-time as
she punched him; something that made me very erotic.��Save that for later you
stud you; tee, hee ,hee," Mary giggled when she noticed the bulge that I was
getting in my pants.��I'll take care of that little man of yours after I've
finished my business with Mr. Roberts here."

After about five minutes of Mary's pounding the champ was a complete mess. He
had at least one black eye, was bleeding from both his nose and lips and must
have had at least a dozen other welts and bruises over various parts of his
body from my wife's mighty fists. Mary, on the other hand, looked fresh as a
daisy. She had hardly even worked up a sweat! The only thing keeping the champ
on his feet now (and that was just barely) was his pride. Seeing that he was
all but finished, Mary grabbed the clearly beaten champ firmly by the collar
of his now bloody shirt and cocked back her right arm, preparing to punch him
again.

But before delivering yet another powerful blow to her battered opponent, Mary
paused and looked over at me.��What do you think honeybunny?" she asked in a
soft, sweet tone of voice.��Do you think the champ's had enough, or should I
punch him one more time?" The thought of Mary smashing this now completely
helpless man again sent shivers down my spine. Would he even be able to
survive another one of her devastating blows? I actually felt sorry for him
now.

"I think he's had enough Mary. Please don't hit him again." My mighty wife
smiled at me and released her grip on the champ's shirt. And when she did so
he collapsed to the floor; conscious, but just barely. Mary then fluffed up
her hair again, put her right foot on the battered champ's chest and flexed
her massive eighteen inch biceps.��Take a picture with your phone sweetie pie,
so we'll always remember the time your little wify beat up the heavyweight
boxing champ." Then she grinned and added,��But I guess we can't really call
him the undefeated champ anymore now, can we?"

After taking about twenty photos in various poses (some I'd really rather not
describe but you can use your imagination), I stopped and just stared at this
amazing woman that I married. She not only pounded the dreaded Albert Roberts
completely into submission, she did it without so much as even getting her
beautiful hair mussed! Completely overcome with awe, I gave Mary a long,
loving hug.��Oh honey, you were awesome. Totally AWESOME!"

"Thank you Rogie. But you know, he really wasn't all that tough honey. In my
opinion he's vastly overrated. I mean I could have easily finished him off a
lot sooner than I did, but that wouldn't have been any fun. And I wanted to
enjoy myself while I was teaching him a lesson." Mary paused briefly and
smiled,��And now, it's time for his spanking."

" A spanking? Mary, you just beat the crap out of the heavyweight boxing
champion of the world! And now you're going to spank him too?"

"Of course honey; it's the part I like the best. I call it the Atlas
treatment. You remember when I told you about Atlas, the circus strongman
whose act I replaced after our little encounter; right? When I was a school
girl I would always spank the bullies after I beat them up. What better way is
there to teach them to behave themselves than by giving them a good spanking
after a beating? I always did it in private so as not to embarrass them. But I
would also gave them a stern warning while I was spanking them that if they
ever misbehaved again I would pound and spank them in front of the whole
school, And you know what? They never misbehaved again. So trust me on this
honey, the champ will be a much better person because of it."

My incredible wife then bent down and grabbed the battered champ by the collar
of his shirt again and effortlessly dragged the 275 pound man into the
bedroom. She sat down on the edge of the bed and yanked the hapless man across
her knees and pulled down his pants to his thighs.��Ooooh, what a nice tushie
you have here Mr. Champ," Mary giggled.��And it's just begging to be spanked;
tee, hee, hee."

Mary turned to me before she began to spank the champ.��Sweetie pie, will you
please be a dear and get my hairbrush from my purse?" When I had done so she
said,��My hair must have gotten a little bit mussed while I was beating up the
champ. Could you please brush her for me while I'm spanking this naughty boy."

Even though Mary's hair wasn't really mussed, I sat down on the bed behind her
anyway (I love brushing Mary's hair, mussed or not) and began to brush her
long, beautiful hair. All the while, the once mighty and feared Albert Roberts
was strangely silent. I guess he was still very much in a state of shock from
the comprehensive beating that Mary had just given him. And as I began to
brush Mary's hair, she began to spank him. To say that what was happening in
the bedroom then was strange would be the understatement of the year. Surreal
would be a more accurate description of what was going on there.

As my marvelous, super-strong wife spanked the now pathetic heavyweight boxing
champion of the world, she also gave him a stern lecture on how she expected
him to behave from then on.��You've been a very naughty boy Albert -SPANK!�
And that's why mommy has to spank you - SPANK! I hope for your sake�" SPANK!�"
that you behave yourself from now on - SPANK! Because if I ever hear�"
SPANK!�" that you've misbehaved again�" SPANK!�" then the next beating and
spanking I give you�" SPANK!�" will be in public�" SPANK!�" for all the world
to see - SPANK! Do you understand? SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!

I guess every man has his breaking point. And for Albert Roberts, the spanking
that my amazing wife was giving him was too much for the champ to bare. The
once proud and dreaded heavyweight boxing champ broke down and started to cry
at this point. Mary stopped spanking him and began to gently pat his now
bright red behind.��There, there now Albert," she softly cooed.��If you
promise to be a good boy and behave yourself from now on, mommy won't have to
spank you anymore. So, what do you say? Are you going to be a good boy?"

"Yes," he sobbed. (The sight of my incredible wife talking to this huge,
rough, tough man that she had completely broken in less than half and hour as
if he were a nothing more than a small child was something that I'll never
forget for as long as I live).

"Any you won't bully anyone anymore. Will you?"

"No. I'll never bully anyone again. Ever. I promise."

"Good." Mary let the beaten and humiliated man that was draped across her
knees cry for a few more minutes while I continued to brush her hair. Finally
she told him to get up. After he had done so Mary also rose from the bed, got
a few tissues and wiped the champ's eyes. Then she made him sit down on the
bed.��I know it's hard for you to understand this now Mr. Roberts, but the
beating and spanking I gave you tonight was for your own good. In fact someday
you might even thank me for it." (I found that very hard to believe;
impossible even).

"My hubby and I are going back to our room now to do some serious cuddling
(Mary looked down at the rather large bulge I had in my pants and winked). And
I want you to think for a while about how you can make yourself a better
person from now on. Tomorrow morning I'm going to come back here and we're
going to discuss what you've decided. And then I'm taking you down to the
lobby where you're going to apologize to the hotel manager and his staff for
the way you behaved towards them earlier. Now, what went on here tonight will
be our little secret, only the three of us ever has to know about it. But I'm
warning you, if I ever hear that you've started to misbehave again, then I
will beat you up and spank you again - but in public for everyone to see. Do
you understand Mr. Roberts?"

The battered and humiliated world heavyweight boxing champion had his head
bowed and was looking down at the floor.��Yes," he said meekly.

"Good." Before leaving, Mary reached over and gently patted the champ on his
head a few times as a mother would a small child. Then she took me by the
hand.��Come honeybunny, I believe my work here is done for the night." Then
she looked down at the bulge in my pants again and giggled. Let's go back to
our room and do something about that anxious little man of yours. Tee, hee,
hee."

5) A Few Hours Later

Later that night I was lying in bed next to my incredible wife, holding her
rock-solid body and running my fingers through her hair. After an extended
session of passionate love-making (an exhausting experience when you have sex
with the world's strongest woman) we engaged in some pillow talk.��So sweetie
pie, how does it feel to be married to a wife who can easily beat up and spank
the undefeated heavyweight boxing champion of the world?"

" Awesome! Totally AWESOME! Mary, you are beyond amazing! I mean I don't even
have words to describe how amazing you are (and I'm pretty good with words).
You really are The Marvelous Mary."

"Why thank you Rogie, what a sweet thing to say." Mary then smirked as she
reminded me,�� I told you in the elevator that there was nothing to worry
about; didn't I? So let this be a lesson for you too honey: never
underestimate what your little wify can do. You enjoyed watching me in action
tonight; didn't you honeybunch?"

"You know I did honey. I always love watching you when you display your
awesome female power and strength as you did tonight. It's such a turn- on for
me. But you know Mary, your hair was hardly even mussed at the end of the
fight. Why did you ask me to brush it for you while you were spanking the
champ?"

Mary laughed.��Well first of all, it's because I really like it when you brush
my hair for me Rogie. And second, you like brushing her too; don't you?"

"Of course Mary, I just love brushing your hair. It's always so soft and
fluffy; and beautiful. But what never ceases to amaze me about you honey, is
how you can be so strong and very tough on the one hand, and yet be gentle and
very feminine on the other. And you can actually be both at the same time!
Like tonight when I was brushing your hair while you were giving the champ a
good spanking. How on earth can you possibly manage to do that?"

"Oh you silly, silly boy you. It's because I'm a woman Rogie; and we females
have the capacity to do that. We're strong and tough when we need to be, like
I was earlier tonight when I was teaching the champ a lesson; but when I'm in
bed cuddling with you, like I am now, I can be as gentle as a kitten. But I've
noticed is that most of you men seem to only to be able to go the tough-guy
route; or at least you pretend to be tough. Personally I think it's all just
one big bluff though. The guys that try to act tough are simply trying to hide
their feelings of inferiority. You saw an example of that tonight after I
finished beating up and spanking the champ. He became as docile as a little
puppy dog; right?" My incredible wife then playfully pinched my cheek again.
"But you're not like that at all sweetie pie. And I guess that's why I love
you so much."

"Mary, do you really believe that the champ will thank you someday for the
beating and humiliation that you put him through tonight? I'm sorry but I
can't believe that that's ever going to happen."

"You never know honey. Life can be full of surprises sometimes. It's really up
to him to decide what kind person he wants to be; and what kind of life he
wants to live. All I did was explain (a euphemism if ever there was one) to
him that he won't be able to bully anyone anymore; and the rest is up to him.
But enough about him honeybunch. We're on our honeymoon; so let's get down to
business." Mary reached back, grabbed her long, beautiful brown hair and
fluffed it in my face. And as she knew it would, I immediately got hard again.
"Oh Rogie, you're so predictable. Tee, hee, hee. Come, let's make lovie-dovie
some more." And so we did.

6) Epilogue: On Year Later

It was our first wedding anniversary and, after Mary's finished her amazing
Strongwoman act, a very surprising and unexpected thing happened. As my
beautiful wife was waving and blowing kisses to the large cheering crowd, a
huge man came out of the audience and started walking towards us carrying an
enormous bouquet of beautiful flowers; maybe the largest bouquet that I had
ever seen. And as he came closer, I couldn't help but feel that we knew him
from somewhere.��Why hello there Mr. Roberts," Mary greeted our unexpected
visitor as he approached.��What a lovely display of flowers you have there.
They wouldn't be for me by any chance now, would they?"

"It certainly is Mary," he said as he handed her the bouquet.��I want to wish
both you and Roger a very happy anniversary. And I also wanted thank you for
the lesson that you taught me a year ago. It was a tough way to learn
humility, but it was a lesson that I needed to learn; and I suppose that your
method was the only way to do it." (Mary gently kicked me in the leg and
flashed me a coy smile when he said this). Then the champ continued:

"After I recovered from the beating and humiliation that you put me through
last year Mary, I slowly began to realize that that was exactly what I needed;
and that you were probably the only person in the world that could have done
it. In my entire life I've never received a beating like the one you gave me,
and I hope that I never to receive another. But in the end I realized that you
were right, it was indeed for my own good and I'll be forever grateful to you
for doing it; though it did take me quite a long time to come to terms with
it. Anyway, I wanted to thank you for showing me the way to straighten out my
life and I wish both you and Rodger a long, happy and healthy life together.
You really are, as your act says, The Marvelous Mary."