My Girlfriend, My Protector
By M.C.
A high school senior learns the value of having a strong, tough girlfriend.


"Rick! Come quickly!" John, my best friend yelled as he ran past me. "You
won't believe what's happening!"

"What's happening?" I asked as I began to run after him. "Where the hell are
we going?"

"To the quad. Your girlfriend Shelly seems to have gotten herself into a
fight!"

"What? Sherry is in a fight? Against whom?"

"You'll see. Hurry up before it's all over."

I followed him down the stairs and we ran out to the wide grassy area in the
middle of our high school campus where a large crowd of students had already
gathered. We pushed our way in-between them and when we got to the front, I
was treated to a most amazing sight. For there, not ten feet away from me, was
my pretty 17 year-old girlfriend calmly sitting on top of two very large and
tough looking guys - Greg and Rodger - the stars of our high school football
team. And while they both appeared to be rather badly beaten up, Sherry didn't
seem to have so much as a single mark or scratch on her!

"Hi Ricky," Shelly smiled when she saw me; then added with a giggle, "what's
the matter sweetie pie? You look like you've just seen a ghost; tee, hee."

I have to admit that I was completely speechless; I couldn't think of anything
to say. I mean here was my beautiful girlfriend and star of the woman's
gymnastics team - all five feet-six inches and 130 pounds of her - calmly
sitting on top of the two biggest, strongest and toughest guys in our whole
school who were both lying on their backs piled one on top of the other. Was I
dreaming?

Could this even be possible? That my girlfriend had singlehandedly pounded
both of these large, strong guys into submission? Shelly winked at me, calmly
untied her ponytail and fluffed up her long blond, curly hair before tying it
back into a ponytail again.

After she finished with her hair, my pretty girlfriend slid off Greg and
Rodger and walked over to where John and I were standing. "I'm very
disappointed in you Ricky," she said somewhat sternly.

"Why didn't you tell me that these bullies were harassing you? Why did I have
to find out from my friend Crystal that they were picking on you? I mean,
what's the use of having a girlfriend who's a martial arts expert if she can't
use her fighting skills to protect her cute honey-bunny (Shelly reached over
and gently pinched my cheek when she said this). What's the matter? Don't you
trust me honey?"

"I - I do trust you Shelly, but I just didn't want any trouble. I mean, these
are both strong, tough guys and, well, I mean ... " Shelly cut me off by
starting to giggle again. Then she pointed over at Greg and Rodger who were
only now slowly beginning to stagger to their feet. "Oh really Ricky?

Tough guys? They certainly don't look so tough to me, at least not now; tee,
hee, hee." Then she got serious again. "You wait right here Rick."

Shelly walked back over to the two large football stars who must have stood
six to eight inches taller than she did and outweighed her by at least a
hundred pounds each. She grabbed them firmly by the collars of their shirts
and literally dragged them over to where I was standing. "This is my
boyfriend," Shelly began in a stern, no-nonsense tone of voice. "And I want
both of you apologize for bullying him; or else!" SMACK! She pounded her right
fist into her left palm with force, leaving no doubt as to what she'd do to
them if they didn't immediately do what she demanded. Swallowing what was left
of their pride, the two largest and strongest boys in our entire school, both
fighting to hold back their tears (remember, there was a large number of
students gathered around us at the time that were watching everything - how
humiliating that must have been for them), apologized and swore never to
bother me again. It was something I doubt either of them would forget for a
long, long time; if they ever would.

Shelly then proceeded to give them both a stern lecture on how to behave
themselves. "You bullies are all alike. You think you're so rough and tough,
but when you get beaten up by a girl half your size you go crying for your
mommies. I've half a mind to take each of you across my knees and give you
both a good spanking," (I swear I could see them shudder when she said this).
And as I watched my beautiful girlfriend lecturing the two toughest guys in
our entire school on how to behave themselves after having given them rather a
severe beating, I suddenly found myself becoming aroused, indeed very aroused.
In fact I got a hard-on. I hoped nobody had noticed, but, as I was to find
out, somebody did. I really wasn't quite sure as to why I was feeling this way
(actually I did have a sneaking suspicion as to why; but more about that a
little later).

"But I'll be lenient with you this time," Shelly continued, "and let you off
with just the beating I gave you. However, if I ever hear of either one of you
bullying other students in school again - SMACK! - (again Shelly pounded her
right fist into her left palm to emphasize her point - I guess she likes to do
that a lot). Do you understand?" Needless to say they did. "Good. Now I want
both of you to go home and think about how you can become better and more
responsible people."

As Greg and Rodger slowly began to stagger off, Shelly turned to the large
crown of students that were watching, put her hands on her hips and said in a
loud, strong voice so that everyone could hear, "This is Ricky, my boyfriend.
And anyone who messes with him will have to answer to me!

Is that clear?" The question was, of course, rhetorical. After the crowd began
to disperse, Shelly turned her attention back to me, smiled and said, "There's
nothing like a good beating followed by a stern lecture to teach bullies to
behave themselves I always say." Then she took me by the hand and said, "Come
sweetie pie, let's walk home together (Shelly and I live near each other on
the same street). I think that it's about time you and I had a little
girlfriend to boyfriend talk."

As we walked the mile or so to Shelly's home she never even once mentioned
that she had just Beaten up the two largest and toughest guys on the football
team; it was as if it never even happened! All she seemed to want to talk
about was the pretty red dress that she saw in the mall the other day and how
she'd love to have it in time for our high school senior prom. And as it was
just a few days before the prom, her not-too-subtle hint wasn't lost on me.
When we arrived at her house, Shelly invited me inside. I followed her up the
stairs and we entered her bedroom (even though we had been dating for about
two months by then this was the first time that I actually stepped foot inside
her bedroom). She sat me down on her bed and then sat down beside me.

All around her bedroom I could see trophies attesting to her successes in both
gymnastics and Martial arts. The one closest to me said "City Martial Arts
Champion - Open Division". That means that my soon-to-be 18 year-old
girlfriend competed against the best male martial artists in the entire city -
and won! "That was three months ago Ricky," Shelly said when she noticed that
I was looking at it, "before you and I got together. I defeated the defending
champion who had won the title for past last two years." Then she giggled
(Shelly likes to giggle a lot) and added, "The judges told me before the final
match that he probably couldn't be defeated - and certainly not by a 17
year-old high school girl. But the truth is he wasn't really all that tough;
at least not for me (smirk).

In fact Ann, my sixteen year-old sister, gives me more trouble when we spar
than he did." After another giggle Shelly added, "I guess next year when Ann
becomes eligible to compete in the open division I'd better watch out for her;
tee, hee."

Then Shelly looked at me and, noticing my obvious nervousness, asked, "What's
the matter sweetie pie? Does being with a girl who can easily beat up the two
strongest and toughest guys in school make you nervous? Does being with me
make you feel uneasy Ricky? Make you feel inadequate somehow?"

It wasn't an easy question for me to answer. I mean I'm not a male chauvinist
(or at least I didn't think I was), but having a girlfriend who can beat up
the two toughest guys in school, that was a bit hard for me to swallow and I
really didn't know how to answer her. After what seemed like an eternity
Shelly took my hand again and gave it a gentle squeeze. "Look Ricky," she
began, "my sister and I have been training in martial arts ever since we were
able to walk. Our parents are both experts and they wanted Ann and I to grow
up to be strong, confident females. And what better way is there to instill in
girls strength and confidence than to teach them how to defend themselves?"

"Greg and Rodger weren't the first bullies that I've beaten up Rickey; in fact
far from it. A few years ago we moved into a new city. Shortly after we
settled in I went out to explore my new neighborhood. When I came to a near-by
park I saw two large boys picking on a much smaller kid. It didn't seem fair
that two large boys were picking on a smaller one so I intervened on his
behalf and beat them up. After I punched them out, I made them apologize to
the kid they were bullying. Then I stood them up against a wall and, just like
with Greg and Rodger, gave them a stern lecture on how I expected them to
behave from then on. But before I let them leave, I gave them both a little
something to help them remember our little encounter (Shelly smiled) - I gave
each of them a beautiful black eye." Shelly giggled again before concluding,"
I can be such a naughty girl sometimes. But I really did need to teach those
naughty boys a good lesson."

"Just like you did to Greg and Rodger this afternoon Shelly?" I asked.

"Yes Ricky. Like I told you earlier, there's nothing like a good beating from
a girl to put bullies in their place. And after what I did to them today, I'll
bet you that not only will they never bother you again, but neither will
anyone else once the word gets around. I'm not a bully Richard. But I do know
that if you don't confront these bullies, they'll just continue harassing
other people with impunity because they think they can get away with it. So,
being an expert in martial arts,

I decided to use my fighting skills to straighten people like them out."

Shelly then paused before continuing. "Well, I guess when I was younger I was
kind of a bully actually. Because my mother is an efficiency expert, our
family has often moved around from place to place so she can straighten out
companies that were not well managed. A few years ago when I was fifteen we
moved into another city. I soon discovered that there was a gang of four
toughies that were always harassing the kids in my new neighborhood. So one
day I decided that enough is enough and it was time to teach them a good
lesson."

"What did you do?"

"I followed them after school to the Bill's home - he was the leader of the
gang and the roughest, toughest boy in my new school. After making sure his
parents weren't home, I went inside and beat the crap out of them. As there
were only four, it wasn't that difficult for me. After giving them all a good
beating, I took each of them across my knees, pulled down their pants and gave
them a good, hard spanking with my strong right hand. I followed that up with
a my usual stern lecture on how I expected them to behave from then on. And if
they didn't behave, then the beating and spanking that I had just given them
in private I'd repeat in front of the whole school for all to see." Shelly
smiled and added, "for some reason that threat always seems to have the
desired effect."

"Up until then I didn't do anything out of the ordinary; beating up and
spanking bullies is something I'd been doing since I was twelve years old."
Shelly then smirked and continued. "But here's where the bullying part came
in. I ordered Bill's friends to leave and, when we were alone, forced him to
brush my hair and tell me how pretty it was while he brushed it. That's when
he broke down and started to cry. I did this for two reasons: One, to further
crush his masculine pride by emphasizing the complete domination that I - a
much smaller girl - had over him; and two, to teach him humility." Shelly
giggled again and added, "and then I forced him to become my boyfriend for the
rest of the school year. I don't think he was too disappointed when we moved
away after the school year ended. But I've matured since then Ricky. And
although I still enjoy teaching rough, tough bullies a lesson when I feel it's
necessary, I don't go out of my way to humiliate them anymore. I think getting
beaten up by a much smaller girl is humiliation enough."

Shelly leaned over and rested her head on my shoulder. Then she reached down,
put her right hand underneath my pants and boxer shorts and began to gently
fondle my penis. "I couldn't help but notice that you got a hard-on while
watching me lecture Greg and Rodger after beating them up. Do you by any
chance happen to have a secret sexual fantasy for strong, tough girls like me
Ricky?"

Shelly's question caught me completely off guard and I didn't know how to
respond. "I ... I don't know Shelly. I mean, perhaps I do; but I just don't
know. It's true that I did get hard while I was watching you lecture Rodger
and Greg. I mean, those are the two toughest guys in our whole school, and you
had them both on the verge of crying." And as I described my feelings to
Shelly, I began to get hard again; something she didn't fail to notice.

"Well, well, what have we here Ricky?" Shelly giggled. "See? You do get turned
on by strong, tough girls like me; tee, hee, hee. Now don't be shy about it.
You can't hide what I'm feeling now, can you?" Shelly wrapped her hand around
my engorged penis and began to squeeze.

"Now Rick, I want you to repeat after me: 'Strong, tough girls like you really
turn me on Shelly'." When I hesitated, Shelly squeezed my penis harder. "Come
on now Rick, just trust me on this. You'll see. You'll be a lot better off
once you've finally admitted it out loud to me."

Shelly squeezed my penis even harder still and now, in a strong, firm, loud
voice, demanded:

"SAY IT RICK, NOW!"

Helpless in Shelly's strong grasp, I meekly said, "Str ... strong, tough girls
like you really turn me on Shelly."

"What did you say Ricky? I could barely hear you. Say it again. LOUDER!"

"Strong, tough girls like you really turn me on Shelly!" I said a little
louder.

"That's a little bit better Rick, but I'm afraid it's not nearly good enough.
Say it again; LOUDER!"

"STRONG, TOUGH GIRLS LIKE YOU REALLY TURN ME ON SHELLY!" I screamed. Shelly
forced me to say it several more times at the top of my lungs before she
finally said, "Good." And as Shelly released her grip on my penis, a very
strange feeling came over me. It's impossible to describe in words exactly
what it felt like but it was a feeling of great relief. It was as if a huge
burden had been lifted from my shoulders; a burden I had been carrying for a
long time. I suddenly felt free; I suddenly felt at peace. And as I sat there
on the bed next to Shelly, I began to cry.

"There, there now Ricky," Shelly softly cooed and put her arms around me.
"Everything's going to be all right. Little Shelly is here to make it all
better." After a lengthy and surprisingly strong hug she asked, "Do you feel
better now that you admitted your sexual fantasy to me sweetie pie?" I smiled
and nodded. "Good." Shelly reached back and, with her long, pretty blond
ponytail, wiped the tears from my eyes. "I knew you would Ricky, once I got
you to admit it out loud to me." After a lengthy pause Shelly smiled and said,
"Ever since I first moved into your neighborhood I've felt a strong attraction
towards you Ricky; you're such a cutie pie you know. And now that I've freed
you of your inhibitions about being with a strong, tough girl, our
relationship can really start to take off.

I'll always be here to protect you. I'll see to it that no bully will ever
bother you again." Shelly made a fist and playfully punched me in the nose and
added, "not if they know what's good for them."

After another long, strong hug from my super girlfriend, Shelly smirked and
said, "By-the-way Ricky, my parents and Ann went away for the weekend. We have
the whole house just to ourselves." She reached down into my pants and began
to fondle my penis again. "So, what do you say we take advantage of the
situation. O.K? And tomorrow we can go to the mall and you can buy that pretty
red dress for me to wear to the prom."