Reflections of a Strong, Tough and Dominant Woman
By M.C.
A powerful woman describes how, through her strength and toughness, she helped her boyfriend discover what's really important in life.


*Author's Note:

I hope everyone who's cooped up in their homes (like me) are managing as well
as can be expected in these trying times. And wherever you are in this world,
that you and your loves ones are all well. This is definitely not how I was
expecting to be spending my retirement but at least I now have free time
(perhaps too much) to read and write out my fantasy stories for this site.
Please stay safe and healthy.

M.C.

1) Introduction

Hello. My name is Penny Stevenson and I'm a world class female professional
bodybuilder and wrestler. I'm both very strong and very tough. So much so in
fact that even male pro wrestlers are afraid to grapple against me in the
ring; least they be embarrassed at being defeated by a woman. Male pride and
egos, is it any wonder why this world of ours is so screwed up? I've been
dealing with male egos for practically my entire life. In fact, that's how I
met my boyfriend.

2) Girl Meets Boy

I was seventeen years old and had just moved into a new neighborhood, which
means starting a new school. In the first week at my new school I saw a very
large boy picking on a smaller one. "Leave him alone you big bully," I said as
I approached him, "or you'll regret it." He must have been at least six feet
tall and weighed well over 200 pounds (to my five feet-nine inches and 160
pounds) and appeared to be very well built. But as I said before, I'm very
strong and tough; and was so even then. Years of intensive weight lifting and
martial arts training had given me the strength and self-confidence to deal
with just about any situation that I found myself confronted with - so facing
down a high school bully didn't faze me all that much.

The bully walked over to where I was standing and glared down at me. "And just
how are you going to make me regret it, Girlie?"

I looked up at him (as I said before, he was at least six feet tall but I
later found out that he stood six foot three to my five nine) put my hands on
my hips and said, "First of all tough guy, my name is Penny, not girlie - and
you'd be wise to remember that from now on tough guy. And as to how I'm going
to make you regret bullying that kid; well, like this." CRACK! With my open
right hand I slapped him hard across his face. People have told that if done
right, a good, hard slap across the face hurts just as much as a punch; if not
more. And who told me this? Well, the boys that I slapped of course (smirk)."

As I expected, my slap across the bully's face enraged him and he came at me
with guns blazing; throwing wild punches with abandon. But just like most of
the bullies that I've confronted over the years (by that time I'd lost count
as to just how many bullies I'd beaten) his fighting ability left a lot to be
desired. As with most of the big, strong boys that I've confronted, he simply
depended on his superior size and strength to prevail. But against a girl like
me with a lot of training and experience in hand-to-hand combat, his strategy
made our fight

if you could even call it that - seem more like a massacre. In short, he
didn't stand a chance.

At first I was content to merely fight on the defensive during his initial
attack by either blocking or avoiding his errant blows. Then, after about a
minute when I sensed that he appeared to be tiring, I began to counterattack
by launching a series of sharp punches of my own which, unlike his, always
found their mark. And the longer that our fight continued, the more of a
mismatch it became. It couldn't have been more than four or five minutes that
the bully and I were fighting that he was bleeding from both his nose and
mouth; not to mention the many other welts and bruises that my punches must
have given him over various other parts of his body which weren't visible.

By now a rather large crowd of students had gathered around to watch our fight
(the bully and I were fighting just outside the school's cafeteria during the
lunch hour) and, much to my surprise, many of them were actually rooting for
yours truly! "Wow!" I thought to myself, "what a great way to introduce myself
to my new schoolmates - by beating up a tough bully."

WHAM! I knocked him to the pavement with a solid right hook to his jaw. And
while I waited for the large boy to get back on his feet, I decided to rub in
the fact that he was being beaten by a girl. I reached into my back pocket,
took out my hairbrush (I never went anywhere without my trusty hairbrush) and
began to brush my long, pretty, dark brown hair (hey, where is it written that
just because I'm a strong, tough girl that I can't also be feminine; right?).

As I expected, brushing my hair while pummeling him only enraged the big bully
more than he already was and he charged at me again. After all, there were now
a lot of students watching and some were probably even his friends.

How would it look to them if they saw him getting beaten up by a smaller girl?
Oh how I just love to take advantage of a guy's macho ego. It makes it so easy
for me to teach them a lesson. And this guy wasn't any different. Perhaps two
minutes after he resumed his attack - POW! CRACK! SMACK! WHAM! - I put him
back down on the pavement again with a strong series of lefts and rights to
his face and mid-section (his large frame made him an easy target for me to
land my punches).

And as the bully struggled to get back on his feet again, I decided to use
this opportunity to introduce myself to all of the students of my new school
that were watching the fight. "Hello," I began in a sweet and pleasant voice,
"my name is Penny Stevenson and I'm new here. In fact I just started school
this week." WHACK! (I saw that the bully was about to get up so I knocked him
down again with a solid right cross to his jaw). "And despite what you may be
thinking of me as you watch me beating up this big bully - POW! (I knocked him
down again), I'm actually a very nice girl once you get to know me. I just
don't like bullies; that's all." CRACK! (And with one more strong right hook
to his jaw I put him down for good). "And so I decided to teach him a lesson."

As I stood over the bully that I had just battered into submission, many of
the students that had been watching came up to me and thanked me for doing it.
"He was the biggest bully in our whole school," one of them told me. "Yes,"
another said in agreement. "He's the roughest, toughest boy here and was
always intimidating the other kids. I fact sometimes he would threaten us if
we didn't hand over our lunch money to him."

"Well his days of terrorizing you all are now officially over," I smiled at
them. "Because there's a new sheriff I town now; me. And as you have all just
seen, anybody who bullies other students in this school will, from now on,
have to answer to me." SMACK! I slammed my right fist hard into my left palm
to emphasize my point. "So you can all rest easy; because bullying in this
school will soon become a thing of the past." Although there were several
other bullies that I had to beat up afterwards, it didn't take me very long to
reign in the bullying problem in my new school. Such are the advantages of
being a strong, tough girl.

3) Penny gets a date for the Dance

But unfortunately there was also a flip side to this coin too. Because I was
such a strong and tough girl who could easily beat up even the toughest boys
in my school, no boy wanted to date me - they were simply too intimidated to
even ask. So as our school's New Year's Eve party was approaching, I found
myself without a date for one of the biggest events of the year. So, what was
a strong, tough girl like me to do in this situation? Answer: The only thing
that I knew how to do (wink).

"Knock! Knock!" I said as I banged on the front door of the house which was
located only two blocks away from mine. "Who's that?" the voice from inside
asked. I didn't answer but rang the doorbell. "YOU!" the large boy exclaimed
after he opened the door and saw me standing in front of him; smiling. He
tried to slam the door in my face but I pushed it open, made my way past him
and entered his home. "What the hell are you doing here?" he bellowed. "Get
out of my house this minute!"

"My, my, such language Roy. It looks like I may have to teach you some more
manners." If you haven't already guessed by now, Roy was the school bully that
I had beaten up in school a month earlier. And for some reason he didn't seem
too happy to see me (giggles). After our little encounter at school I had
asked some of the other students about him and found out that his name was
Roy, he was the star middle linebacker on our high school football team and
that he lived only two blocks away from me. How convenient!

I walked into the middle of the large living room and put my hands on my hips.
"If you want me out big boy, then you'll have to throw me out yourself;
because I'm not leaving until I finish what I came here to do." Because I
didn't see any cars parked either in the driveway or the garage, I assumed
that his mother was still at work (one of the students told me that Roy's
parents are divorced and his father moved to another city). So I figured we'd
be alone for a while if I came over straight from school.

Despite the beating that I had given him a month ago, I guess the sight of me
standing in the living room of his own home and challenging him to throw me
out was too much for Roy to stomach; so he attacked me. But unfortunately for
him, he fared no better this time than he did in the last. Although I didn't
give him quite so comprehensive a beating this time as I had in our previous
encounter (I was pulling my punches most of the time) after only about ten
minutes of fighting Roy was beaten. Then he did something that was funny, but
in a way also pathetic - he started to run away from me.

"What's the matter tough guy?" I teased as I chased after him. "Is the rough,
tough, macho football star afraid of a little girl? Tee, hee, hee." I have to
admit that the scene was indeed quite funny - that me, a girl, was chasing
this big, strong, tough guy all around his house and giggling as I did so. Roy
did manage to get into his bedroom and lock the door before I could catch him
(although truth be known, I probably could have caught him except that I was
laughing so hard by this time that I really wasn't trying to). I mean we were
inside his house; where else was he going to run?

"Leave me alone Penny!" he cried from the inside of his bedroom. Haven't you
humiliated me enough already? Just get out of my house and leave me the hell
alone!"

"Oh Roy, Roy, Roy. It's like I told you earlier. I came here to do something
and I'm not leaving until I do what I came here for. Now, either you open up
your bedroom door and let me in this minute; OR ELSE!"

"Or else what? What are you going to do Penny?"

"This." CRASH! And with one thrust from my board-breaking right fist (did I
mention before that I hold a black belt in karate?) I smashed a hole through
the solid wooden door of Roy's bedroom, reached inside and unlocked it, and
then entered. "See what you made me do Roy? Because of your silly
stubbornness, I had to break your nice door. Naughty boy." He was backed
against the corner on the far side of the room now and I could clearly see
that he was shaking. "It looks like you've run out of room to run now big boy.
So what are you going to do now?" I have to admit that the sight of this
large, strong macho guy trapped in the corner of his bedroom, shaking like a
leaf on a tree on a windy day all because of a little ole me sent an erotic
feeling flowing through my body - a VERY erotic feeling.

"What - what do you want from me Penny? Haven't you done enough to me already?
First you beat me up and humiliated me in front of the whole school last
month. And now you barge into my own home and do it again. What do you want?"

I walked over to his bed and sat down. "Come over here and sit down beside me
Roy. I have something important that I want to discuss with you." When he
remained in the corner I said - much more forcefully this time - "I said get
your ass over here this second Roy! Don't make have to get up and get you! My
patience isn't unlimited you know!" Still he remained where he was. "Very well
then big boy. I tried to be nice and reason with you; but I see that you've
left me no other choice."

I got up from his bed and stormed over to the corner (I had a rather bad
temper when I was younger which wasn't always a good thing - for the people
that I was pissed off at that is). Then I grabbed him firmly by the collar of
the sweatshirt he was wearing and dragged him over to his chest of drawers,
opened it and took out a pair if his underwear. Then marched him over to his
bed and forced him to lie down on his stomach. By now he was far too
intimidated my me to offer any resistance.

"Since you insist on being very difficult Roy, I'm going to have to tie you up
and force you to listen to what I have to say." I tied his arms together by
the wrists behind his back with his underwear (snuggly, but not too tightly)
and then sat him up on his bed. "And to make sure that you don't interrupt me
with your whining and complaining, I'm going to do this." I removed my shoes,
pulled down my panties, rolled then up into a tight ball and stuffed them into
his mouth. "There," I said as I admired my handiwork. And now." Just then
Roy's cell phone began to ring.

Since Roy was obviously unable to answer it, I did. "Hello. Who is this? Oh,
you're Roy's mother. Me? My name is Penny, your son's newest friend. Roy? I'm
afraid he's unable to come to the phone now. He's a bit, well I supposed you
could say 'tied up' at the moment (I had to fight hard not to giggle when I
said that). Can I take a message for him? Yes. All right. I'll tell him. It
was nice talking to you too. Oh, and by-the-way, don't worry about the hole in
Roy's bedroom door. We had a slight accident (smirk)." I close the phone and
grinned at Roy. "That was your mommy; and guess what? She's going to do some
shopping after she finishes work today and will only return here around six.
That means we have three full hours now to get to know each other better. And
what did you think of my pun - saying that you were a bit tied up? Wasn't that
clever? Tee, hee, hee."

I sat down next to the tied up and gagged Roy. "Oh you poor thing you," I
cooed. "First you were beaten up by a girl again, and then she tied you up and
stuffed her panties in your mouth. And there was absolutely nothing you could
do about it, was there? Gee Roy, it must be a real blow to that macho ego of
yours to be so easily dominated by a girl." Least you think that I was being
unnecessarily cruel to him now, this was all part of my plan - to break down
his macho ego so he'll be more agreeable to what I was about to say to him.
"But at least now I can tell you what I came over here to say without you
interfering with me. So here goes:

"First of all, whether you want to or not, and I suspect that you don't want
to, you're going to take me to the New Year's Eve dance. And then you're going
to be my boyfriend. I think that you and I will be just great for each other.
You need a strong, tough girl like me to keep you in line; and I need a
good-looking hunk like you for a boyfriend." That wasn't flattery on my part.
I really thought he was a cutie pie.

"Furthermore, since you're going to be my boyfriend Roy, this is what I expect
from you. First: since my home is right on your way to school, from tomorrow

on, you're going come to my house every morning at eight A.M. sharp - and I
wouldn't be late if I were you. You're going to come into my bedroom, brush my
pretty hair and then we'll walk to school together. Second: after our last
class we're going to work out in the weight room together. You're our football
team's star linebacker and, to be honest, I'm very disappointed in the
strength and stamina you displayed in our fights. You were way too easy for me
to beat up. I'm definitely going to have to toughen you up if you have any
dreams of being offered a football scholarship to a university."

"Third: After our workout we'll walk back to my home and do our homework
together. I understand that you're a rather lazy student, but that's all going
to change. I certainly don't want a dumb boyfriend. And Fourth: We'll be going
out on dates every Friday or Saturday night for a nice dinner and a movie. And
we'll even split the costs so that the burden doesn't all fall entirely on
you. That's how it's going to be from now on Roy. So the sooner that you get
used to it, the better things will be for both of us."

After a few moments of silence to let what I had just said to Roy to sink in,
I removed the panties that I had stuffed into his mouth and untied his arms.
Then he began to cry. I put my strong right arm around his shoulder and gently
tugged him towards me and placed his head on my shoulder. "There, there
sweetie pie," I said softly, "everything will be all right. Just trust in
Penny and I promise you that everything all turn out for the best."

4) Three Years Later

Well, a lot has happened since the last chapter. Let me fill you in. Although
it took him a little while, Roy eventually came around to appreciating the
value in having a strong, tough girlfriend. For I whipped him into the best
shape of his life; metaphorically speaking that is. I mean although I may be a
strong, tough and dominant female, even I'm not THAT weird). But here's the
thing - as a result of my strict discipline, Roy was not only selected as
'State High School Linebacker of the Year', but he also received a full-paid
football scholarship to one of the best universities in the country. Who knows
where this might lead? Maybe there's even an N.F.L. contract lurking somewhere
in Roy's future. And although I hate to brag (well, maybe I do like to brag a
little from time to time) he owes it all to little ole me and my strong, firm
- but always loving - hand.

And as for me, I'm studying ancient history at the university which is a
passion that I've had ever since I was in grade school. I also began to do two
other things that I've had a strong passion for, and it's something that I
could put both my strength and toughness to good use - I became a champion
bodybuilder as well as a professional wrestler. Roy and I live together in an
apartment located a short distance from the university campus and our
relationship has never been better.

Although every once in a while when I feel that Roy is getting a little bit
too full of himself and needs to be brought down a few pegs, I do it. Nothing
too rough mind you - after all, he is my honey bunny. Usually just a light
beating followed by a spanking on his cute tushie from my firm hand with him
draped across my knees is sufficient to remind my football playing boyfriend
who's really in charge around here. Such are the advantages of being a strong,
tough woman (wink).