Mother Always Knows Best
By M.C.
A strong, tough woman trains her daughter's husband how to treat her daughter like he should.


Sally Wilkinson looked up and sighed when Janet, her recently married
daughter, sat down across the table from her in their dining room. She could
easily see from the frown on her daughter's pretty face that something just
wasn't quite right. But her experience in raising a headstrong daughter also
taught her not to be too intrusive; at least not yet anyway. Just be patient
and she'll eventually find out everything she wanted to know (although Sally
already had a fairly good idea as to what that might be). Fortunately, she
didn't have to wait too long for her suspicions to be confirmed.

"Robert is being a real jerk!" Janet cried out after a few minutes (Robert is
Janet's husband of three months in case you haven't already guessed). "I mean
he's a macho goof ball. He makes me do all the chores around the house and
then all of the shopping - and he hardly does anything at all to help me!
Furthermore, he must spend more time with his college football buddies than he
does with me - and I'm his wife!"

Just then a very large and well-built man entered the dining room. "I've
finished all of my morning chores Sally. Can I have breakfast now?"

"Of course you can Stevie. And while you're at it, please make a couple of
cheese omelets for our daughter and me."

"Sure thing honey," he said obediently. "I'll have the cheese omelets ready in
just a few minutes; and your coffees as well. Two expressos with one sugar
each, right?"

Janet looked admiringly (and also with more than touch of envy) at her mother.
"How is it that daddy willingly does everything you ask him to do mom? What's
your secret?"

Sally smiled at her daughter, for this was the cue that she had been waiting
for. "Oh it's really no secret honey. You just have to be firm and establish
the ground rules at the very beginning of your relationship as to what roles
each of you will play and strictly stick to them. And after that, everything
simply falls into place."

"Like you did with daddy? How?"

"Well sweetie pie, you see when it comes to the male of our species it all
comes down to training. If you train your husband how you want them to behave
from the very beginning, then he will behave in the way you want him to. But if you
don't, then he will be the one who will take advantage of you. Forgive me for
saying this honey, but I'm afraid that that's the mistake you made with
Richard. He saw early on that he could dominate you; and, as you can clearly
see for yourself now, that's exactly what he has done."

"But mommy, I'm not a 'super athlete' like you are - a champion shot putter
and discus thrower in college, then a bodybuilder and now a professional
wrestler who also knows how to box. Robert is a big, strong guy - not to
mention that he was also the star middle linebacker of our university's
football team. How could I ever hope to control him like you're suggesting?
For me at least it simply isn't possible; is it?"

Sally thought for a few moments before replying to her daughter's question.
"I'm afraid that it might be a little bit too late for you to make any
significant changes in your relationship with Robert by yourself anymore honey
as he seems to have established his complete domination over you." She then
paused for a few more moments before adding with a sly smile. "But perhaps
maybe your mother can offer you a little bit of 'assistance' in this matter."

An even longer pause followed as Janet digested the offer that her mother had
just made. At length, she looked at the muscular woman sitting across the
table and asked, "Do you promise not to hurt Robert too much mommy? I mean I
know he's a jerk and all, but I still love him - and he is my husband, and
your son-in-law. I just want him to treat me with more respect; like the way
daddy treats you."

Sally reached across the breakfast table and gently squeezed her daughter's
hand. "I understand honey, and I promise that I won't be any rougher on Robert
than I absolutely have to be. I also understand that, despite his obvious
faults, you still love him very much - that's exactly how I felt about your
father when I met him. But I'm afraid that a lot of what will happen depends
on him and how he reacts to the lesson that I'm going to teach him. So I just
want you to be aware of what I'll probably have to do to him. But I do believe
that, in the end, everything will work out for the best honey - just like it
did with your father and me."

"I understand mommy." Then, after yet another long pause, Janet smiled at her
mother and said, "Do what you feel you need to do in order to make things
right between Robert and me. I trust you." And it was those final three words
from her daughter that finally spurred Sally to take action.

Later That Afternoon

KNOCK! KNOCK! Robert opened the door and before he even had time to react his
mother-in-law pushed her way past him and entered the house; followed by her
daughter Janet, his wife. Sally motioned to Janet to sit down on the couch
and, after she had done so, turned to face her large son-in-law. "Hello there
Robert," she said as she stood before him with her hands on her hips. "I
understand that you and Janet are having a little bit of a 'misunderstanding'
about just what your responsibilities are in this marriage of yours. So I
thought I'd come over here and help 'explain' to you just what those
responsibilities are."

The five-foot, nine inch, 170 pound muscular woman was dressed in the sexy,
pink one-piece bathing suit that she uses as her wrestling outfit -
highlighting both her well-developed arms and powerful thighs. Although
Robert, standing six-feet, two inches tall and weighing in at a very fit 225
pounds - towered over her, the woman grappler showed no signs of fear as she
stood before him. "Now, we can either do this the easy way or the hard way
Robert; the choice is yours."

"I never liked the way that you always boss your husband Steve around all the
time," Robert said as he glared down at the smaller woman standing in front of
him (Sally couldn't help but notice the strong sense of alcohol on his breath
as he spoke to her). "He's a big, strong guy and he should be telling you what
to do; not the other way around. Well, that's not gonna happen around here. In
this house I'm the boss, and that's the way it's gonna be. And if you don't
like it, then why don't you just get the hell out of here!"

"My, my Robert; such language. Is that any way to speak to your mother-in-law?
All I'm asking is for you to treat my daughter with the respect she deserves
and spend more time with her. She is your wife after all. Is that really
asking too much of you?"

"I'll treat my wife the way I want to and that's the way it is. And no old
lady (Sally is 46 years old to Robert's 23) is going to tell me what to do in
my own house; is there?"

"Hmmm.well Robert, maybe I can do this." WHAM! POW! CRACK! SMACK! With a quick
right-left-right-left combination of punches to his face from her rock-hard
fists, Sally drove her large son-in-law backwards. And before he had time to
recover from the strong woman's blows - SOCK! - she nailed him with yet
another; this time a solid right uppercut to his jaw which sent Robert
sprawling on the floor. "Not bad for an 'old lady', eh Robert?" Sally teased.
While her stunned son-in-law slowly got up, Sally looked over at Janet and
smiled; and her daughter smiled back. Then, noticing that Robert was back on
his feet, Sally calmly turned her attention back to him. "O.K. tough guy,
let's continue this little fight of ours; shall we?"

WHACK! WHAM! POW! Despite the superior size and physical strength advantage
that Robert had over Sally, he was, nevertheless, no match for her many years
of experience that she, as a former bodybuilder and professional wrestler, had
over him. As part of her intensive physical training regimen, Sally also
became a rather accomplished boxer - a fact that Robert was now discovering
the hard way. With her powerful punches and expert fighting ability, Sally
easily battered her larger son-in-law around the living room; pausing only
briefly to fluff up her long, pretty brown hair while Robert was getting up
from the floor every time she decked him (thus further rubbing in the fact
that he was being beaten up by a woman twice his age). "Get up Robbie," Sally
giggled. "This is so much fun. Are you enjoying this little confrontation or
ours as much as I am? Tee, hee, hee."

PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! And with five more powerful punches to
various parts of his body, Sally put her now already battered son-in-law down
once more. "You see sweetie pie," Sally grinned as she glanced over at her
daughter again, "your hubbie isn't quite as tough as he thought he was. See
how easily this 'old lady' can mop the floor with him."

"Oh mommy, you're so wonderful!" Janet replied. Because Sally wasn't sure at
first exactly how her daughter would react to watching her mother beat up her
large, tough, macho husband, she found Janet's words to be music to her ears.
"Thanks sweetie pie," Sally said as she smashed her right fist into Robert's
face for the tenth (or is it the eleventh, I've lost track) time, "It means a
lot to me to hear you say that."

By now Robert's face was a complete mess. Not only was he bleeding from his
nose and mouth, but he also had at least one black eye, a badly swollen jaw
plus at least ten other welts and bruises over various other parts of his
body. Sally, in comparison, didn't have so much as a single mark or scratch on
her (her hair was slightly mussed though). WHAM! And with one more solid right
hook to Robert's already battered jaw, the 46 year-old female wrestler spun
her 23 year-old son-in-law completely around before he went down for the
count. "So much for you Robert," Sally laughed as she stood over him with her
hands on her hips again. "This was fun. We'll definitely have to do it again
sometime; after you've recovered that is. Tee, hee, hee."

Unable to resist the urge, Sally placed her right foot on Robert's chest and
flexed her well-developed muscles in the classic double bicep pose. "Take some
pictures of this with your cell phone honey," Sally asked as she posed above
her daughter's battered husband. "So you'll always remember what this old
mommy of yours is still capable of doing (wink)." Janet eagerly complied. She
took at least dozen photos of Sally in various poses victoriously standing
over Robert - and even a few more of Sally sitting down on his face,
smothering him with her tushie just for good measure. But despite the
comprehensive beating that Sally had just given her son-in-law, she wasn't
quite finished with him yet.

"The beating I just gave Robert was just the first part of his lesson for
today Janet," Sally told her daughter after the picture taking was over. "Now
comes the second part - the spanking." Sally walked into the dining room, came
out with a chair and placed it in the center of the living room. She then
grabbed her still supine son-in- law firmly by the collar of his shirt and
dragged the 225 pound former college foot- ball linebacker over to the chair,
sat down and yanked him across her knees. "Since you've been such a naughty
boy to your wife Robert, your mommy-in-law is going to give you a good, hard
spanking to compliment the beating I just gave you."

As Sally pulled Robert's pants and underwear down to his thighs, she again
smiled over at Janet. "This is what I did to your father honey, when he
foolishly thought that he could control me after we got married. After a few
'sessions', I trained him to be the warm and loving father that you know now.
And so it will be with your husband here - after I get through with him." Then
she looked down and giggled, "I have to admit, Robert does have a cute tushie;
too bad I have to spank it. But as I always say, 'spare the spanking, spoil
the husband'." And so, with her strong right hand, the powerful woman began to
spank her daughter's macho husband to tears. And while she was spanking him,
Sally also gave Robert a stern lecture as to how she expected him to behave
towards her daughter from now on.

"This is how - SPANK! - you'll behave to my daughter - SPANK! - from now on
Robert. SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! You'll treat her with the upmost respect at all
times - SPANK! help her with all the household chores - SPANK! - and spend
more of your time with her instead of your friends. SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! And
cut out the alcohol; you're a married man now." Just like with the beating she
gave him, Sally held nothing back as she continued to whack Robert's rear end
with her strong right hand. And it wasn't long before she had her large
son-in-law begging her to stop.

"Please stop this Sally! I'm sorry! I'll treat Janet better from now on. I
promise! But please stop spanking me! You're hurting me!"

While she watched her big, strong former university football star husband
helplessly draped across her mother's knees and crying while Sally spanked
him, Janet couldn't help herself and started to giggle. Seeing this Sally
stopped spanking Robert and also starting giggling. And while the two women
giggled, Robert was crying; an interesting assortment of sounds. "You see
honey, there's nothing like a good beating followed by a hard spanking to keep
husbands in line."

"Is this how you trained daddy too mommy?"

"Yes dear. Your father, like Robert here, also thought himself a tough, macho
man when I first met him. But because I was attracted to him, I didn't want to
give him up. So I decided to 'retrain' him instead, just like I'm doing with
Robert now. Let me know if he'll need another 'reminder lesson' and I'll
gladly come over again. If I recall correctly, your father needed two
additional lessons before he finally accepted my superiority over him. Men,
they can be so stubborn sometimes. Which is why we females need to show them
whose really in control from the very beginning."

"But mommy, not every woman is as strong and tough as you are; in fact very
few are. Like I said earlier today - you were a champion shot put and discus
thrower in college, then a bodybuilder and now an expert wrestler and boxer. I
mean how many women can do what you just did? You just handled my big, strong,
macho husband as if he was nothing more than a child."

"And a very naughty child at that," Sally added with a grin, then she
continued. "I guess that it's a good thing for you then that you do have a
mother like me to help you out in situations like these. After all honey,
what's the point of having a strong, tough mommy if she can't help out her
darling daughter when she needs me."

Epilogue: Two Weeks Later

The strong woman wrestler sat down at the dining room table and smiled at her
daughter who was seated directly across from her. "Hello Janet. How are things
going between you and Robert nowadays?" Sally asked.

"Wonderful mommy. Ever since you came to visit us two weeks ago Robert's been
behaving like the perfect husband - just like you said he would. He helps me
with all the household chores, we go shopping together, stopped drinking and
he even spends less time with his friends and much more time with me now. Yes,
things have definitely improved for me since you had your little 'lesson' with
him (grin)."

"That's good to hear honey. Because I was just wondering if he might require a
'refresher' course. Because if he does, I would be more than happy to
administer one to him right now."

"Oh no mommy, Robert's been a very good boy since you trained him last time. I
don't think he'll be needing another lesson. I think the one you gave him two
weeks ago was more than enough for him."

"Very well then honey. But if he should ever misbehave towards you again, be
sure to let me know and I'll come over and 'straighten him out' for you
(wink)."

"I will mommy; you can be sure of that."

Just then the door to the kitchen swung open and two large and well-built men
- Steve and Robert - emerged, each carrying a large tray of food. They placed
the trays in the center of the table and then sat down next to their
respective wives. "I hope you girls enjoy the dinner tonight," Steve said with
a slight sense trace of trepidation in his voice before adding, "Robert and I
worked for most of the afternoon on it to prepare it just the way you girls
like it."

"It certainly smells good Stevie," Sally replied with a smile and added, "and
I'm sure that it will taste just as delicious as it smells (Steve felt that he
could relax now). You boys did a wonderful job preparing dinner for us this
evening (Sally playfully patted her husband on the head when she said this).
Our compliments to the chefs." And as Sally and Janet began to enjoy the
gourmet meal that their husbands had obediently prepared for them that
evening, the powerful woman grinned across the table at her daughter and
whispered, "You see sweetie pie

Mother Always Knows Best."