Robin
by M.C.
A strong high school girl teaches macho university athletes to toe the line.


The mood was tense at the staff meeting as the head of the university's
athletic department, Dr. Susan Watson, looked across the table at Thomas
Wilson, the football coach. "Mr.Wilson, this is the third report I've received
this month regarding the unruly behavior of your football players on this
campus. If you can't keep them in line, then I'm afraid I'll have to do it."

Coach Wilson shifted nervously in his chair. Susan Watson wasn't someone you
wanted to cross (read "The Athletic Director" in the M.C. bookshelf) and even
the tough football coach thought better than to challenge her directly when
she was in this mood. Still, he felt he had to defend his players. "Dr.
Watson," he replied," these are high strung athletes who work very hard all
week long and I don't see anything wrong with them letting off a little bit of
steam on Saturday nights; especially after winning a close game like we did
last week. It's natural, you know."

"Is it also natural to get into fights and beat up other students like they
did at the student union Saturday night? Is it natural to make lewd and sexist
remarks to the female students? Is it natural to think that the rules that
apply to everyone else don't apply to you because you're bigger and stronger
than everyone else; or because you won a game? As the athletic director here I
simply can not - and will not - tolerate this kind of behavior from our
athletes. There are standards of conduct here, as well as society at large,
and I expect everybody - especially those athletes that have been given full
scholarships to attend this university - to adhere to them.  Therefore, I've
decided to suspend the three players that were involved in the fight at the
student union."

When he heard this the coach became very worried. "Dr. Watson, we have a very
big game coming up next week. If you suspend these boys, they'll be ineligible
to play and our chances of winning will be virtually nil. You'll be
ruining the best opportunity for a conference title that we've had in many
years...and a chance for a post-season bowl game."

"Be that as it may coach, I will not allow there to be two sets of rules here;
one for the athletes and another for everyone else."

At this point Mary Johnson, the strength and fitness coach for all the women's
athletic teams, raised her hand. Susan nodded at her. "Dr. Watson," she
began," I think I may have a solution to this problem of ours. Can I speak
with you in private for a few moments? " The two women, who had been the best
of  friends ever since their college days when they were both star athletes, 
got up and went over to one of the far corners of the room. Although they
spoke in whispers, occasionally giggling could be heard. Considering the topic
of discussion, and what was at stake, giggling seemed inappropriate to say the
least. After a few minutes both of them returned to the table.

"Coach Wilson," Susan began in a serious tone," Ms. Johnson came up with an
*interesting*  suggestion as to how we might be able to deal with this problem
of ours and I've decided to try it. I'm therefore going to give your players
one - and only one - chance to avoid suspension. Since she lives right off
campus, I want the three boys who were fighting Saturday night to be at Ms.
Johnson's home at 4 p.m. sharp this afternoon; here is the address. Whoever
fails to show up will be immediately suspended from this university; so my
suggestion to you is to make damn sure they get there on time. Do I make
myself clear?"

"Yes you do Dr. Watson but what exactly is going to happen there?" the coach
asked, perplexed by this strange turn of events.

He was met with a cryptic smile. "They'll find out when they arrive Mr.
Wilson; you just make  sure that they do. This meeting is adjourned." As the
athletic staff got up to leave, Susan and Mary looked at each other...and
winked.

Later that afternoon...

"Good afternoon boys," Mary greeted the three large, well built college
football players who stood outside her door,"won't you please come in." After
they entered, she smiled and asked, "would any of you like something to drink
before we begin?"

They all shook their heads. "We'd like to get whatever this is over with as
soon as possible so we can get the hell out of here and return to the
weightroom," Bill, the star middle linebacker and largest of the three, said
gruffly."We have a big game to prepare for this Saturday."

"I see," Mary said with a smile. "In that case, would you be so kind as to
follow me." She led them through her home and down to the basement. There,
they were surprised to see mats spread out all across the floor with many
barbells - some of which appeared to have a rather large amount of weight on
them - neatly placed off to one side. But what really attracted their
attention was the small, pretty, but surprisingly muscular girl standing in
the middle of the  room with her hands on her hips. She was dressed in a pink
leotard which really accentuated her powerful body. Her thighs were every bit
as thick as theirs and she looked like she could lift a truck with her arms
(unknown to them at the time, the girl they were looking at is the state high
school champion in both the women's shot put and discus throw. In an impromptu
competition she even put the men's champions to shame in both events). With
her long, beautiful brown hair tied back into a ponytail that reached almost
to her waist, this girl was the perfect combination of strength and
beauty. The three college athletes just stared at her with their mouths wide
open.

"When my husband and I bought this house we converted the basement into a
weight room," Mary explained to her guests,"and it's down here where my
daughter will be giving you boys your lesson."

"Our lesson?" Bill asked surprised," what in the hell are you talking about
lady? Our coach just said to show up; he didn't mention anything about a
lesson."

Mary looked over at her 17 year-old daughter and smiled. "These are the young
men I was telling you about Robin."

The powerfully built, five foot-five inch, 175 pound girl looked them over for
a moment; gazing a longer time than usual at one in particular. Then, she
casually said,"it shouldn't be too much of a problem mother."

"I didn't think so sweetie pie. But remember, they have an important football
game this coming Saturday so please take that into consideration."

"Oh you don't have to worry about that mother," she said in a girlish
giggle,"I won't be any rougher than is absolutely necessary. Are you going to
stay and  watch ?"

"I'm afraid not honey, much as I'd love to. I really do have to get the house
in order. We're having guests over tonight. I may come down from time to time
though, just to see how things are going." Mary began to walk up the stairs.
When she reached the top she looked down at her daughter and the three very
confused football players and smiled. "Have fun dear," Mary said as she closed
- and then locked - the basement door behind her.

When her mother left, Robin turned to face the three large boys."O.K. now
tough guys, I hear you've been beating up on the other students at the
university and making sexist remarks to women. Just because you think
you're rough, tough football players doesn't give you the right to bully and
intimidate others. It's time somebody taught you boys a good lesson." She then
began walking towards them with a stern look on her face.

The sight of a small high school girl approaching three big, strong college
football players with the intention of teaching them all a lesson may have
seemed somewhat surreal had someone been watching - after all, each one of
them literally towered over her and outweighed her by at least 50 to 75
pounds. But the 17 year-old girl didn't appear too concerned about it. In
fact, as she closed in on them the sternness on her face vanished and was
replaced by a smile...albeit an evil smile. "Well boys, welcome to Robin's
'pompous athlete training' seminar."

She walked up to Bill - the six foot-four inch, 250 pound linebacker - and,
with her open hand, slapped him hard across the face. Such was the strength of
this young girl's arm that her slap sent the surprised jock back several feet.
Without a moment's hesitation, Robin whirled around and slammed her right foot
hard into the jaw of Raymond, a 225 pound tight end - the one she was gazing
at. He spun around and fell to the floor. A solid left hook to the side of
Mark's face and the 240 pound defensive lineman joined Raymond on the
mats. Bill, having recovered somewhat, charged forward...directly into
Robin's powerful right cross and down he went. "Oh come on,"  she giggled as
she stood over them, "you guys are pathetic. How do you big, strong, macho men
expect to win your game on Saturday if you can't even beat one little girl,
tee, hee, hee."

The stunned football players slowly got to their feet. They were furious, both
by Robin's teasing and the fact that this one little girl had easily floored
them all in less than thirty seconds. Girl or no girl, she had humiliated them
and they were determined to make her pay for it. Over seven hundred pounds of
muscular, well conditioned fury now approached the pretty little brunette.
Three large, powerful university football players against one small (albeit
strong) high school girl...what chance could Robin possibly have against them
? "Are you three big, strong guys all ganging up on little ole me?" she asked
as they closed in on her,"what's a girl to do?"

With a speed that amazed them, Robin suddenly struck. First, her right foot
found Bill's jaw, sending him reeling backwards. Then, she slammed her fist
deep into Mark's stomach, forcing him to keel over. Raymond tried to grab her
but Robin, an expert in various forms of martial arts (having
studied self-defense since the age of seven) caught his outstretched hand
and twisted it behind his back. She then placed her foot on his buttocks and
shoved him forward; laughing as she did. With the three men momentarily
stunned, Robin launched her attack. Whatever advantage they may have had due
to their superior size and the fact that there were three of them was
easily offset by the surprising strength, speed and fighting abilities of this
17 year-old girl.

First, she hurled herself at Bill who hadn't completely recovered from her
kick. In a quick series of hard punches to his face and stomach Robin sent the
250 pound all-league linebacker flat on his back. Mark was next to feel the
power of her fists as she connected with several solid blows which he was
unable to defend against. The last - a powerful uppercut to his jaw -
literally lifted the 240 pound lineman off his feet and landed him directly on
top of Bill...just as she intended. "Two down, one to go," Robin giggled as
she squared off against Raymond - the star tight end and the last one
standing. "O.K. handsome, you're next." Years of intensive weightlifting had
given the beautiful girl enough strength to match all but the strongest of men
and her martial arts background gave her the techniques and fighting skills to
take on several opponents at the same time. If that weren't enough, Robin's
rock-hard fists would make even a heavyweight boxer jealous. Poor Raymond,
he never stood a chance.

He threw a punch at her but the smaller girl blocked it with her left hand. He
threw another. This time she backed out of range; her foot speed was amazing.
"Hey good-looking," she teased,"three strikes and you're out; you get one more
chance." Robin easily ducked under his third punch. "O.K. honey, now it's my
turn." POW !, Robin's right fist slammed into his jaw; THUD ! She sank
her left deep into his mid-section. CRACK ! Another right to the side of his
face and Raymond fell back in a daze. Realizing he was overmatched, the 21
year-old athlete tried to protect himself by putting up his hands. "Oh don't
worry honey," Robin teased as she backed him into a corner," you guys have a
big football game this Saturday so I can't really rough you up too much now
can I? And besides, it would be a shame to mess up that handsome face of yours
any more than I have to. Do you have a girlfriend by any chance?"

Robin reached out with her left hand and grabbed one of Raymond's as he tried
to protect himself from her onslaught. With her right hand she grabbed him by
the belt buckle. Then, in an amazing display of her physical strength, the
five foot-five inch, 175 pound muscle girl lifted the 225 pound football
player off the floor and up above her head. "Let's go for a spin shall we."
She then began to whirl around and around, holding the helpless Raymond above
her in her outstretched arms. "Weeee, isn't this fun?" she laughed as she spun
faster and faster.

"Please put me down," he pleaded," I can't take anymore of this. I'm getting
sick."

"Awww, you're no fun," Robin said with mock disappointment as she easily
carried him over to where his two friends lay. Gently, she lowered Raymond to
the mats next to Bill and Mark. He was so dizzy that he collapsed on the floor
as soon as she let go of him. Looking down at the three battered athletes that
now lay before her, the pretty girl began to laugh."Gee, I hope you guys are
better at football than you are at fighting; otherwise you won't stand much of
a chance  this Saturday." Just as she finished saying this the door to the
basement opened.

"Honey, is everything all right down there?"

"Yes mother, I have things completely under control."

"That's nice. Would you like something to drink? "

"A glass of lemonade would be great. Beating up football players can sure work
up a thirst, tee hee."

"O.K. sweetie, I'll bring it right down."

A minute later mother and daughter were sharing a glass of lemonade together.
As they drank they looked over at the three large university athletes lying on
the floor.

"So honey, how do these boys compare with the high school athletes you've been
dealing with?"

"Pretty much the same, mother. They're bigger and stronger, but basically it's
the same principal. A few good punches or kicks and they're finished...men are
such wimps (giggle)."

"Yes, their bark is always much worse than their bite isn't it? "

Mother and daughter shared a laugh as they drank their lemonade.

"This one (Robin pointed at Raymond) is a real cutie pie."

"Yes, I thought so too. Is he available ?"

"I don't know mother. I didn't give him enough time to answer."

"Well then honey, maybe you should ask him again...when he recovers."

Mary and Robin turned their backs on the football players now as they switched
to a different topic. As they did so, Bill slowly got up and, consumed with
rage, began to make his way towards them. The women either didn't appear to
notice, nor care if they did. Just as he was about to pounce on Robin from
behind she took a step back and slammed her elbow hard into the pit of his
stomach; knocking the wind out of him. As he bent over, the pretty girl put
her powerful right arm around his neck and began to squeeze; all the while
calmly continuing the discussion with her mother and sipping her
lemonade. Bill flailed his arms around wildly for a few moments before he went
limp, his muscular arms dropping at his sides. Robin then released her
headlock and let the unconscious Bill slump to the floor.

"Well, that sure was good," Robin said as she drained the last drop of
lemonade from her glass; "thanks mom."

"No problem honey. What do you have in store for our *guests* now?"

A smile now graced Robin's beautiful face. "The usual."

"Yes, of course," Mary laughed,"silly question wasn't it. Well, enjoy dear."
She kissed her daughter on the forehead before going back up the stairs.

Robin looked down at the her three victims. "Now comes the fun part," she said
to herself. Walking over to the side, Robin picked up the bench that she uses
for her bench presses and carried it over to where the boys lay. Placing it
next to them, the muscular teenage girl reached down and grabbed Mark, who was
nearest to her, firmly by his hair and pulled him to his feet. Though he
towered over her, Robin knew - by the scared look on his face - that he
wouldn't be giving her any trouble; he knew she was in complete control."The
first part of my lesson is over. Now it's time to discipline you boys so that
you'll never misbehave again." She sat down on the bench and yanked the large
boy across her knees."It's time for your spanking."

"Please don't do this to me," he pleaded pathetically.

"I'm sorry little boy," the small girl teased," but you and your friends have
been very naughty and mommy has to punish you now." She easily forced his
pants down and, with her strong right hand, began to spank his bare bottom
hard. SPANK ! SPANK ! SPANK ! , the sound reverberated throughout the
basement. It was soon accompanied by another sound, that of a man
crying."There, there now; does little Markie understand that picking on weaker
students and making sexist comments to women is wrong?"

"Yes," he said as tears ran down his face.

"And you won't be doing that anymore, will you?"

"No."

"That's a good boy. Now you can get up but I want you to stand and watch as I
*take care* of your friends." She then grabbed Bill but he made the mistake of
trying to resist. WHAM ! Robin's right fist slammed against the side of his
face. She followed that up with several hard slaps and he resisted no more. To
further punish him for his disobedience, Robin continued to spank him after he
began to cry. She wasn't a cruel girl by nature but, through experience, she
learned that in order to teach pompous, arrogant males humility, one had to be
tough and strict; their spirit has to be completely broken. Only that way
would her lesson have a lasting effect. Even though it hurt now, they would
eventually come to realize that she was doing this for their own good.

Raymond gulped hard as he watched the amazing sight before him. His 250 pound
friend Bill, one of the biggest, toughest players in the entire conference,
was draped across the knees of a  five foot-five inch, 17 year-old girl. He
was crying like a baby as she spanked him. He knew he would be next and there
was nothing he could do about it.

After deciding he'd had enough, Robin stopped spanking Bill. She let him cry
for a minute, then asked softly,"well Billy, have we learned our lesson?"

"Yes," he sobbed.

"Are you going to be a good boy from now on?"

"Yes."

"Good. Now you can go over and stand next to Mark." Then, turning to Raymond,
Robin smiled, " it's your turn now handsome. Are you going to give me any
problems?"

Raymond shook his head.

"Well then come over here; and please don't make me have to get up and get
you."

Obediently Raymond approached and bent over her knees. As much as she liked
him, Robin knew she couldn't ease up; that wouldn't be right. Although the
sound of him crying was not one she wanted to hear, she had a job to do and do
it she would. However reluctantly, Robin began to spank Raymond. After she
brought him to tears the mighty girl bent over and softly whispered in his
ear," I'm sorry Raymond but I had no choice. You and your friends misbehaved
and it was my job to punish you. I do hope that someday you'll understand and
maybe even forgive me." She took a tissue and gently wiped the tears off
his face."Now go stand next to your friends, I have something to say to the
three of you."

When he had done so the pretty girl rose from the bench. Standing before the
three large men she had just beaten up and humiliated, Robin then proceeded to
give them a stern lecture on how she expected them to behave from now on. She
concluded,"and if I ever hear of any of you boys fighting or hassling women
again, I'm going to come onto your campus and do what I did to you down here
in front of everybody; do I make myself clear?" They all put their heads down
and slowly nodded."But, if you behave yourselves from now on, then you have my
word that nothing that happened down here this afternoon will ever leave this
room."

Mary, who returned in time to catch the tail end of Robin's lecture, smiled
proudly at her daughter. Robin had done such a great job that maybe she can be
employed to discipline other athletes, should the need arise. She seems to
have all the skills - plus the attitude - to be an excellent enforcer; after
all, she did *clean up* her high school when she was only sixteen. "Nice work
honey. Now, I think it's time we send these fine young gentlemen on their way
back to the university. After all, they have a big game to prepare for."

Robin sighed as she watched her mother lead the disheveled football players up
the stairs. Perhaps it was her hormones kicking in but, for the first time,
Robin really felt something for Raymond. All her life she had competed
against, and always defeated, the boys she knew. Baseball, football,
weightlifting, boxing, wrestling, karate; you name it, she beat them at it.
One of the drawbacks of being a girl super athlete is that it doesn't make her
too popular with the opposite sex. Robin discovered early on that a boy's ego
doesn't take being trampled by a girl very well. For most of her life Robin
simply didn't care, so long as the boys respected what she could do on the
athletic field; which they did. Now, quite suddenly, she found herself feeling
differently, at least about Raymond. But after first beating him up and then
spanking him, what chance could she possibly have? Robin sighed again,
returned the bench to it's place and prepared to do a set of bench
presses. She paused under the bar for a few minutes, deep in
thought...then started her lifts. The powerful girl began to lower and raise
the 400 pound barbell with an ease that would have embarrassed most male
weightlifters. Before she completed her second set of ten however, Robin heard
the basement door open again.

"It's O.K.mom, I think I'll just stay down here and lift for awhile."

There was a short pause before she heard a familiar man's voice say,"your
mom's still upstairs."

"Raymond?"

"Yes Robin...it's me."

The barbell she held in her outstretched arms suddenly felt weightless
as Robin looked over at him. An awkward few moments of silence followed as the
small super strong girl lying on her back - holding 400 pounds above her
- stared at the large boy she had completely humiliated  only minutes before.
Then suddenly, as if on cue, the two of them smiled at each other. Almost as
an afterthought Robin replaced the barbell to it's stand. She then got up and
slowly walked over to him. "You...you came back Raymond? After what I did to
you and your friends down here, you still came back?"

Raymond smiled and nodded.

Robin was not used to being surprised - she was usually the one that does the
surprising - but now she was baffled. Not ten minutes before, this 17
year-old girl had the large, proud (and handsome) university football star
draped across her knee and was spanking him to tears. Robin would have bet her
life that Raymond would never speak to her again after that. And yet here he
was, standing right in front of her. Despite her tremendous physical strength,
Robin felt overwhelmed; a feeling she did not know how to cope with. Raymond
had come back...for her. What should she do now?

It was Raymond who finally broke the silence. "Robin, I...I think you...you're
incredible, you're absolutely amazing. The way you took the three of us on,
all at once...and beat the crap out of us. You're totally awesome. How can a
small girl like you be so strong?"

It was at this point that Robin began to blush; she was in uncharted territory
now. "I've always been a very strong and athletic girl, ever since I was a
little. I guess it's my genetics. My mom first introduced me to weightlifting
when I was around ten years old and I fell in love with it immediately. I've
been lifting 2 - 3 hours a day ever since." She flexed her awesome, 19 inch
biceps for him and as she did so Raymond was slowly, uncontrollably, drawn to
her.

"Are you sure a small, helpless little girl like me is safe down here all
alone with a big, strong man like you?" Robin teased. Before Raymond even had
a chance to answer, Robin put her massive arms around him and gave the 225
pound football star the longest, strongest and most passionate kiss he had
ever received. So lost in her own pleasure was she that Robin only
noticed Raymond was losing consciousness when his arms fell limply at his
sides.

" Ooops, my poor baby. I guess I'll have to be more gentle with you next
time," she giggled. "After all, you're just a man." Robin then bent down,
lifted him up in her powerful arms and effortlessly began to carry him up the
stairs."Raymond and I are going to get better acquainted," she winked at her
mother as she emerged from the basement.The mighty girl then carried him into
her bedroom and locked the door behind her. They didn't come out until the
following morning.

Epilogue: one week later.

"Well Mary, your idea seems to have worked out quite nicely," Susan Watson
said to her colleague and longtime friend. "Not only did Bill, Mark and
Raymond make a public apology for their behavior but their extraordinary
performance on the gridiron Saturday afternoon ensured us both a division
title and a post-season bowl appearance; our first in nearly 20 years. Well
done."

"Thanks; that's great news," Mary smiled.

Susan looked at her and grinned. "And, of course, by nice I also meant *that*.
How are the two lovebirds doing?"

"Excellent. Tonight they're going out on another date; the plan worked
perfectly." The two women slapped each other five.

"Are you worried that Raymond might be overwhelmed by your daughter's physical
prowess ?"

"I don't think there's anything to worry about on that score. Raymond seems to
be mature enough to be able to deal with it; especially after what Robin did
to him and his friends down in the basement last week."

"Well I hope you're right, she was long overdue for a boyfriend. By the way,
there's a heavyweight wrestler on the university's team that has a rather
large chip on his shoulder. I was wondering if it will be all right to send
him over to your home to *meet* Robin?

Mary laughed. "I'm sure she'd love to meet him (giggles), just tell me when
it's convenient and I'll arrange for her to be there."

"Will do. I think your daughter has a great future ahead of her. I can't wait
until she graduates from high school and begins to attend the university next
fall. The track team is a little weak in the shot put and discus throw
department."

"Oh really? I thought June did quite well at the women's nationals."

Susan smiled."Yes, she did. However I was referring to the *men's* shot put
and discus."

Mary and Susan couldn't help breaking out in laughter.