The lesson
By M.C.
A college football player asks his strongest and toughest teammates to tame his dominant girlfriend; but unfortunately for him, things don’t work out quite the way he planned.

  

1) The Introduction
  
I couldn’t believe what was happening to me, I just couldn’t. I never saw this coming. 
I mean who could? Who could believe that Shelly Wilson, my beautiful new girlfriend 
and captain of the women’s gymnastics team at our university, was also a dominatrix -
a dominant female who liked to control men. I mean she always seemed so sweet and 
kind in public; but in private, well that’s an entirely different story. But unfortunately 
for me, it’s something that I only discovered about her after we began going steady
and moved into an apartment just off the university campus. And by then it was too 
late for me to do anything about it.
  
For as long as I live I’ll never forget that day; the day we moved into our apartment. 
After we had moved in and arraigned all of our things, Shelly handed me a list of the
chores that she expected me to do from then on. And as I glanced down at the list, 
I noticed that there were things on it that I had never done in my life - like cleaning 
the dishes after meals, doing the laundry, changing the bedsheets, vacuuming, and 
helping her buy groceries. I’m the star middle linebacker of our university’s football 
team. Did Shelly really expect me to do all this menial work? “No way!” I defiantly 
told her after I finished reading the list. “There’s no way in hell that I’m going to do
this stuff Shelly. No way in hell!”
  
“Well Richie (my name is Richard but Shelly always calls me Richie), if that’s how you
feel about my conditions, then it looks like you and I need to have a little chat.” As 
she spoke, I noticed that Shelly had removed her sports shoes and began to roll up
the sleeves of her sweatshirt. “You think that because you’re a rough, tough, macho
football star that you’ll be in control of this relationship of ours.” Shelly got up from
the couch that she was sitting on and began to push the furniture away from the 
middle of the living room to the sides. “Well big boy, I’m afraid that I have some 
rather bad news for you. Because from now on (she tied her long, beautiful, blond 
hair back into a ponytail) I’ll be in control of our relationship. And if you don’t like
it, then let’s settle this once and for all.” Shelly was now standing in the middle of 
the room and assumed a martial arts stance; then she motioned for me to get up
and approach her. “Come on tough guy, let’s see what you’re really made of.”
  
I couldn’t believe what was happening now. My sweet little girlfriend (Shelly stands
five feet six inches tall and weighs 130 pounds to my six foot three inches and 230
pounds) was actually challenging me to a fight for control of our relationship? When 
she noticed my reluctance to confront her, Shelly began to tease me. “What’s the
matter big boy? Are you afraid that your little girlfriend will kick your ass? Come 
on and fight me coward. Let’s see if you’re as tough as you seem to think you are. 
I’ll bet that you’re really just a wimp.”
  
Furious at Shelly now, I rose from the chair that I was sitting on and approached her
in the middle of the room. And as I towered over her (remember that I’m nine inches 
taller than she is and outweigh her by one hundred pounds) I said, “Very well then 
Shelly, have it your way. If it’s a fight you want, then it’s a fight you’re going to get.” 
Her response was simply to smile up at me and calmly say, “Well then big boy, what 
are you waiting for? Let’s get it on.”
  
2) The Fight
  
I call this chapter the fight, but in reality that’s a misnomer because it wasn’t really
a fight at all but a massacre - I never stood a chance against Shelly. Totally unaware
that my little 20 year-old girlfriend holds black belts in both tai kwon do and jujitsu
(Shelly had been studying martial arts since she was four years old), I expected that 
the height, weight and strength advantage that I had over her would easily enable 
me to overpower her in a fight, whatever martial arts skills she may have learned; 
but in that assessment I couldn’t have been more wrong. 
  
WHAM! SMACK! PUNCH! CRACK! POW! In a lightning fast series of well placed
punches and kicks to various parts of my body, Shelly began her attack against me.
And whenever I tried to counter her punches and kicks, she would expertly block 
my blows or simply avoid them; and, when she saw the chance, resumed her 
attack against me. “You guys - WHAM! (Shelly landed a hard right kick to my jaw) 
always think that - THUD! (then she drove her right fist deep into my stomach) just 
because you’re so much bigger and  stronger than your opponent – CRACK! (and
with another roundhouse kick to my face, Shelly sent me sprawling on the living 
room floor) that you can win a fight. Well, I’m about to show you the fallacy of
that theory Richie.”
  
As I struggled to get to my feet, Shelly calmly went over to the mirror that was
hanging on one of our walls, untied her ponytail and began to fluff up her long, 
beautiful blond hair. “Take your time getting up Richie. I’ve got nothing planned
for the rest of the day except to teach you a lesson in manners.” Despite the fact
that my head was still spinning from Shelly’s first attack, I nevertheless rose and 
charged her again. CRACK! - SMACK! - POW! – SMASH! - only to find myself back 
on the floor again a few seconds later after another devastating series of punches 
and kicks from my much smaller girlfriend who then calmly went back to fluffing 
up her hair (she later told me that she did that to rub in the fact that I was getting
beaten up by a girl).
  
And so on it went. Every time I rose to challenge her, Shelly would put me down
again with a lethal combination of her fists and feet until, battered and beaten, I 
finally succumbed to her superior fighting abilities. I had no more fight left in me
and simply lay on the floor where she had sent me for about the tenth time.
Towards the end of our fight Shelly stopped punching me with her fists and simply 
resorted to slapping me with her open hands. Afterwards Shelly told me that she
started slapping me so that she wouldn’t beat me up any more than she felt was 
necessary in order to teach me a lesson; or as she put it, “I really didn’t want to 
mess up that handsome face of yours any more than I had to sweetie pie.”
  
After putting me down for good, Shelly got her hairbrush and sat down on my 
chest. She untied her ponytail and calmly began to brush her hair - further rubbing 
in the fact that I had just been beaten up by a much smaller girl. After she finished 
with her hair, Shelly got up, grabbed me firmly by my shirt and yanked me to my 
feet. She then dragged me over to a near-by chair, sat down and tossed me across 
her knees. After pulling down my pants, my little girlfriend started to give me a 
good, hard spanking with her strong right hand. And while she did so, Shelly also
gave me a stern lecture.
  
“The purpose of the beating that I just gave you and the spanking that I’m giving 
you now Richie, is to teach you to accept the fact that I’m the superior in this
relationship. My goal was not to completely crush you as I could have easily done, 
but to drive home my point; that I am in complete control. And although I am a 
strong, dominate female, I’m not sadistic; that’s why I was only slapping you at 
the end. I’ll only punish you when I feel you need it, like now for instance.” At this 
point I broke down completely and - for the first time since I was a small child – 
began to cry. Shelly stopped spanking me and softened her tone. “I really do love 
you Richie, but you do have to accept that your place in our relationship is - as it 
will always be - beneath me. And if you can’t accept that simple truth now, then 
I’m afraid that I’m just going to have to continue beating you up and spanking 
you until you do. Do you understand sweetie pie?”
  
3) One Month Later
  
Mike, Gary and I were sitting at the bar of the student union at our university and
slowly sipping beers after our football practice. They were my two best friends
and arguably the strongest and toughest guys on the football team. When they 
asked me why I seemed to be so despondent for the past several weeks, I couldn’t
hold it in any longer. I told them all about my relationship with Sherry and how she
beat me up, spanked me and now completely dominates me. At first they thought
that I was kidding. I mean after all, I’m a six foot-three inch, 230 pound middle
linebacker on a college football team. How could a five foot-five inch 130 pound
girl possibly dominate me? How indeed. So she studied martial arts. How could 
that possibly offset the vastly superior height, weight and strength advantage that
I had over her? It just didn’t make any sense. Or did it?
  
Shelly was a very well-conditioned university athlete and the star of the women’s 
gymnastics team. In addition to that, her parents were both martial artists and
made sure that both she and her sister became experts as it not only enables
them to be able to defend themselves, but it also endowed them with a feeling 
of self-confidence that females need in the world which is basically dominated 
by males. So even though Shelly is rather small relative to me, I found out the
hard way that she should not be underestimated. But Mike and Gary were not
impressed.
  
“So she knows some karate,” Mike said. “Do you really think that this little 
girlfriend of yours could overcome Gary and me? I mean together we weigh
well over 500 pounds.” Then Mike said something that gave me hope. “Maybe
Gary and I should go back with you to your apartment now and we’ll have a 
little chat with this tough girlfriend of yours and explain to her how things 
really work in this world. I think it’s time she learned.” Feeling better than I’d 
felt for weeks now (ever since Shelly beat me up and spanked me), I agreed. 
The three of us then left the student union and began walking to my apartment.
  
4) The Confrontation
  
As soon as Mike, Gary and I entered our apartment Shelly could tell that something
was up; and it only took her a few more seconds to realize what that was. “So Richie, 
I see that you brought your two big, strong, macho friends over to try and tame your
little girlfriend eh? To teach me a lesson?” As she spoke, Shelly began to remove her 
sandals and roll up the sleeves of her sweatshirt; then she went to the front door and
locked it. “Well that’s good because I could certainly use a descent workout today. I 
just hope that your two friends here can provide me with one. Now Richie, I want you 
to sit down on that chair and you’re not to move until I give you permission to do so. 
Is that clear? So sit down - NOW!” Despite that fact that I was with the two strongest 
and toughest guys on our football team, I was so intimidated by Shelly that I meekly 
did as she demanded.
  
After I sat down, Shelly turned her attention to Mike and Gary. “I appreciate loyalty
to friends; I really do. But I’m afraid that today your loyalty to Richie here just got
you boys into a lot of trouble.” Shelly, all five feet-six inches and 130 pounds of her, 
was standing with her hands on her hips only a few feet away from Mike and Gary
when she said this. Both of them stood a good eight inches taller than she did and
each one outweighed her by well over a hundred pounds. But if Shelly was afraid,
she certainly didn’t show it.
  
“And just what kind of trouble are we in little girlie?” Mike snidely asked. Then he 
looked at Gary and they both laughed. That proved to be a big mistake, as they 
were about to find out.
  
“This kind of trouble.” WHACK! And in the blink of an eye, Shelly whorled around
and landed a solid roundhouse kick to the side of Mike’s jaw. Such was the force
of her kick that it drove the 260 pound football star back. Then, without missing a
beat, Shelly rapidly drove her small but rock-hard fists deep into the 255 pound
Gary’s stomach. Shelly must have hit him at least a dozen times in just a few 
seconds (I couldn’t tell because her hands were moving so fast that they were just
a blur to me). And when he keeled over, Shelly smashed her knee into his face, 
sending him to the floor; then she turned her attention back to Mike. SMACK! POW! 
PUNCH! WHAM! THUD! And with another series of rapid, well placed punches and 
kicks, Sherry also sent Mike to the floor - he landed, as she had intended, right next 
to Gary. I was in total shock by what I had just seen Shelly do. My little girlfriend had 
just dropped the two strongest and toughest guys on our university’s football team - 
and she managed to do it in less than thirty seconds!
  
While my friends were recovering from Shelly’s attack, she calmly went over to the
mirror and began to fluff up her long, pretty hair. (I am aware that I always include 
this scene in my stories, sometimes several times. For this I make no apologies 
because, quite simply, I happen to find it very erotic that a strong, tough female - like 
Shelly in this story - can also display her girlish femininity while at the same time she’s 
beating up two rough, tough macho guys - and sometimes even more). “Richie, do 
you think that I should get my hair done before the party on Friday night? I think it 
could use a bit of a trim. What’s your opinion?” Before I had time to answer her, 
Shelly noticed that Mike and Gary were getting to their feet. “We’ll discuss my hair 
later sweetie pie; after I finish ‘taking care’ of your two friends here.”
  
Over the course of the next ten minutes or so, my girlfriend gave a clinic on how a 
girl could, with her expert use her martial arts skills, easily beat up two much larger 
and stronger guys at once. Moving quickly from one to the other, Shelly, with her
strong and well placed punches and kicks, easily battered my two toughest friends
all around the room. So easily in fact that Shelly was even able to carry on a casual
conversation with me while she was smacking them around.
  
“I’m so glad that you invited your big, strong friends over this afternoon Richie. I’m
having such a good time. And this is indeed a lovely workout too. Maybe me and some of 
the other gymnastic girls should try out for the football team. I mean if you’re the 
best players on the team, then you can certainly use some strong, tough girls. After 
all, you guys don’t seem to be doing all that well this season, are you? (Shelly was, 
unfortunately, right about that. So far we only managed to win one of our first four
games). “I’ll bet that if I organized my gymnastic girls into a squad, we can even beat 
you guys. How about we have a friendly game of football - the girls against the boys.”
Remember, Shelly was beating up my two toughest friends while she was saying this.
  
WHAM! POW! And with two final kicks to Gary and Mike’s already badly bruised 
faces, Shelly put both of my friends down for the count. But she wasn’t through 
with them yet - not by a long shot. As Mike and Gary were both on their hands 
and knees now, my amazing girlfriend walked over to them and wrapped one of
her arms around each of their necks, locking them both in headlocks. With 
whatever strength they had left, the two strongest and toughest guys on my 
football team tried to pry her arms loose, but to no avail; Shelly’s grip was just
too strong for them. A 130 pound girl was holding two guys whose combined 
weight was well over 500 pounds helplessly in her headlocks - and giggling as she 
did so! In desperation, Mike and Gary then tried to pound on her back with their 
fists. But that just made her giggle even more!
  
“Ooooh, how sweet of you boys; tee, hee, hee. “You’re giving my back a massage.
Please continue, it feels soooooo good.” Then she looked at me and smiled. “So
Richie, you thought that your big, strong, rough, tough macho friends here were 
going to come over here and teach and me a lesson; didn’t you? Well guess what? 
It looks like your little girlfriend is the one that’s teaching them a lesson; tee hee,
hee.”  When Mike and Gary stopped struggling, Shelly released them from her 
python-like headlocks and gently lowered them to the floor. And while they were 
gasping for air, Shelly grabbed a chair and placed it in-between them; and I knew 
very well what she was going to do next.
  
5) Shelly in Charge
  
“Richie, I want to see you watching me at all times while I’m spanking your friends.
And if I catch you looking away even for a single second, then you will be severely 
punished. Do you understand?” Knowing that Shelly meant exactly what she said,
I obediently nodded. “Good.” Shelly then reached down and grabbed Mike firmly by 
his hair and yanked the 260 pound offensive left tackle across her knees as if he 
was nothing more than a child. She pulled down his pants and began to spank him
with her strong right hand. And while she did so Shelly giggled again (Shelly, in case
you haven’t noticed yet, likes to giggle a lot. “It’s the little girl in me,” she once said). 
“There’s nothing like a good spanking after a nice beating to put macho, tough guys 
in their place I always say; tee, hee, hee.”
  
When Shelly noticed that Mike was starting to cry she stopped spanking him and 
ordered him to strip off all of his clothes and lie on the floor on his back; which the
once all powerful football star that I had always looked up to meekly did. Then she
grabbed Gary and spanked him to tears too. And after Shelly was finished spanking 
Gary and forced him to strip lie naked on the floor next to Mike; then she turned to 
me. “By rights you deserve a good beating and spanking too for the stunt that you 
tried to pull on me today. But since I’m in such a good mood right now, I’m going to 
let you off with just a spanking. So, take off your clothes and get that pretty ass of 
yours over here so I can spank it…NOW!”
  
A Few Minutes Later
  
Shelly smiled down at the three naked guys that were lying on the floor in front of her.
My girlfriend was no doubt relishing in the fact that she - a five foot six inch, 130 pound  
girl - could have complete control over three large, strong and tough university football
players. It must be a dominatrix’s ultimate dream. “Now I want you boys to stay exactly
where you are until I tell you otherwise.” She then got her cell phone and started taking
photos of us. “Don’t worry boys, I won’t show these to anybody; I promise. These are for 
my private collection of the guys that I’ve dominated over the years.” (I’ve actually seen 
Shelly’s collection and it’s quite extensive). After the first few photos of us lying on the 
floor, Shelly got more creative. She took some selfies of her standing on each of our 
chests and then - in the ultimate humiliation - took some more with her sitting on our 
faces; smothering us with her tushie. “Oh these are great!” she exclaimed. “They’ll be 
the prize of my collection; tee, hee, hee.”
  
After her photo session was over, Shelly pondered out loud, “ Hmmm, what can I do 
with you boys now?” Then she smiled and said, “Oh, I know just the thing.” Shelly took 
her cell phone again and pressed a button. “Cathy? Shelly here. Is Susan there too? 
Great. I want you girls to come over here now. I have a wonderful surprise in store for
you. What? If I told you what it was Cathy, it wouldn’t be a surprise now, would it? But 
I guarantee you this - you girls are going to love it. You’ll be over in ten minutes? Great.” 
Cathy and Susan are Shelly’s best friends and teammates on the gymnastics team. They 
share a two bedroom apartment just down the hall from us - in fact all of the members 
of Shelly’s gymnastics team live in our apartment complex.
  
Shelly was sitting on my chest next to Mike and Gary and we were all naked. “Now boys,
when my girlfriends come over you’re to treat them with the upmost respect. Because if 
you don’t, you’ll be severely punished; and by that I mean it’ll be much worse than what 
I already did to you. Do you understand?” Shelly’s tone of voice when she said this left 
no doubt in our minds that she meant exactly what she said. 
  
“Why are you doing this to us Shelly?” Mike asked. “O.K. so we probably deserved the 
beating that you gave us for what we tried to do today. But the spanking?” Then Gary 
chimed in. “And now you’ve invited your friends over to humiliate us further. Haven’t 
you done enough to us today already.” I knew better than to challenge Shelly when
her mind is set on doing something so I wisely remained silent.
  
“Oh hush up you crybabies and just be glad that I’m not going to do to you what I did 
to a gang of bullies in my high school a few years ago. After I beat the four of them  
up and spanked them, I then forced each of them to put on a pair of my panties and 
paraded around my living room in front of all the girls on our gymnastics team. Would
you boys really like me to do that to you today? Because I will if you want me too.”
Needless to say, we all remained quiet. “Good. Then you boys behaves yourselves 
when my girlfriends get here - or else! There was a knock on the door and Shelly got 
up to open it (remember, she had locked the door before the fight began so that Mike 
and Gary wouldn’t be able to escape while she was in the process of pounding them).
  
6) Girls Just Wanna Have Fun
  
“Come on in girls,” Shelly greeted her friends. “And here is your surprise; Mike and 
Gary.” When Shelly saw the surprised looks that Cathy and Susan had on their faces
when they saw Mike, Gary and me all lying naked on the floor with Mike and Greg
appearing to be rather badly beaten, she began to laugh. “I suppose you girls want 
an explanation as to what these three big, strong, macho guys are doing lying naked 
on our living room floor, don’t you? Well, it’s like this. Richie invited Mike and Gary 
over here today to teach me a lesson. But as it turned out, I was the one who taught 
them a lesson. So now these three handsome hunks are ours to play with for the 
rest of the afternoon; and who knows, maybe even longer if you catch my drift 
(smirk). “So girls, let’s have some fun with them; shall we?”
  
“Sounds great Shelly,” Cathy said. “What shall we do with them first?”
  
“Well, I think it would be fun to play horsie with them. Since they’re all big, strong,
macho, tough guys, they’ll make great horsies for us.” Shelly then forced Mike, Gary
and I to get on our hands and knees. At first Mike refused, but after Shelly slapped 
him back and forth across the face about twenty times with her open right hand, he
broke down and complied. “O.K. girls, pick the horsie of your choice, but Richie is 
mine.” After a brief consultation Cathy chose Gary and Susan chose Mike. The girls
then stripped off all of their clothes (Shelly was already naked), sat on our backs and
wrapped their strong legs (remember, these girls were gymnasts) around our waists.
  
“O.K. now girls,” Shelly said, “whenever you feel that your horsie is slacking off, just
say Giddy yap horsie, and do this - SPANK! - (Shelly spanked my already sore buttocks
with her right hand). So let’s have some fun.” And for the next hour or so, Shelly and 
her friends rode Mike, Gary and I all around our apartment, giggling like little girls as
as they did. The sight of three of the strongest, toughest guys on our university’s
football team being subjected to this humiliation by three giggling girls would have
seemed surreal had anybody been watching. Fortunately for us, no one was; and 
Shelly promised that no one other than the six of us would ever know (although she
did take some more pictures with her cell phone - but only for her collection she 
assured us).
  
After about an hour of this, Gary, Mike and I were completely exhausted and, almost
simultaneously, we collapsed on the living room floor. “Ooooh,” Shelly cooed, “it 
looks like our horsies are all tuckered out; poor things. Let’s let them rest for a bit 
and then we’ll find another game that we can play with them. This is fun, isn’t it?” 
Cathy and Susan nodded in agreement. Then Shelly flashed her friends an evil smile. 
“What do you think? Would you like to have these handsome hunks for boyfriends?”
The smiles on Cathy’s and Susan’s faces when Shelly said this left no doubt that the 
answer was a definite yes. “Very well then, let’s see what we can do about this.”
  
“Mike and Gary, do you guys have girlfriends?” When they said that they did (their 
girlfriends were cheerleaders), Shelly pondered this for a few moments, then she
sighed and said, “Well then, I afraid that you’re just going to have to break up with 
your girlfriends because my friends here want you; and I think they’d be a much 
better match for you than those slutty cheerleaders. So, I want you guys to call your 
girlfriends right now and break up with them; unless you want to be subjected to
another beating and spanking that is.” Then Shelly said something that sent shivers
down Mike and Gary’s spine. “In fact, I think I’ll beat you both up and spank you
tomorrow in school so that everybody can watch. Wouldn’t that be great? Yes, I 
think I’ll do that.”
  
If terror had a look, it could definitely be seen on Gary and Mike’s faces when they 
heard Shelly say this. For they knew, as did we all, that if Shelly carried out her
threat it would totally destroy their reputations - perhaps for the rest of their lives.
After she waited for a few moments to let what she said to sink in, Shelly asked in 
a soft and compassionate tone of voice, “So, what’s it going to be boys? A breakup 
with your girlfriends now, or a public humiliation tomorrow? The choice is yours.”
  
It was a sad sight for me to watch, but, strangely, also an erotic one. For here was 
my 130 pound girlfriend forcing the two strongest and toughest guys that I know 
to break up with their girlfriends so that they can become her friends’ boyfriends.
And Shelly literally brought them both to tears as they meekly succumbed to the 
complete domination that she had over them and broke up with their girlfriends.
I have to repeat myself - right before my very eyes, well over five hundred pounds 
of brute muscle - the strongest and toughest players on our football team - were 
literally being brought to their knees by my beautiful 130 pound girlfriend; and I 
found that to be very erotic! 
  
In fact, as I watched how easily Shelly was able to dominate Mike and Gary and 
how totally masterful she was, I found myself getting an erection. It’s hard, if 
not impossible, to hide an erection when you’re completely naked as I was, and 
Shelly and her friends laughed when they saw it. “Gee Richie, I guess you must 
really like seeing a strong, tough, dominant girl like me in action - and you’ve 
been holding out on me all this time. But now your secret is up (Shelly giggled 
at her pun) for all of us to see.” Tee, hee, hee.”
  
Although it was very difficult for them to do, both Mike and Gary called their 
girlfriends and broke up with them. “Good,” Shelly said after they had done so. 
“I guarantee that this is the best outcome for you. Because although you may 
not appreciate what I forced you guys do now, in the end I just know that it 
will all work out for the best for all of you; you’ll see. Someday you might even 
thank me for what I did to both of you today.”
  
Shelly then motioned for Cathy and Susan to come over to where she was 
standing, then ordered Mike and Gary to do the same. She placed Cathy next 
to Gary (the one she had chosen to be her horsie) and Susan next to Mike and
she made them hold each other’s hands. After they had done so, Shelly smiled 
and said, “And now, by the power granted to me by my fists (smirk), I hear-by 
pronounce you girlfriends and boyfriends.” Shelly looked at Cathy and Susan 
and grinned, “Why don’t you girls take your new boyfriends back to your 
apartment now and break them in (wink). And if they should ever give you 
any problems what-so-ever, just give me a call and I’ll come right over and 
straighten them out for you.”
  
Cathy and Susan grabbed their new boyfriends firmly by their penises and took 
them back to their apartment to break them in. After they left, Shelly grabbed 
me firmly by my now rock-hard penis and marched me into the bedroom. As 
usual, she made me lay down on my back and mounted me were we then
proceeded to engage in what would be the most passionate sexual experience 
of my life (up until that point that is). Several hours later before I drifted off to
slumber, Shelly softly whispered to me, “While I was beating up and spanking 
Mike and Gary this afternoon Richie, I a lovely idea came to me. So, this is what 
you’re going to do…”
  
7) Epilogue:
  
Over the course of the next several days, Shelly forced me to invite one or two of
my teammates on the football team over in the afternoon so that she could have a
little “chat” with them. And by the end of the week, every one of Shelly’s girlfriends 
on her gymnastics team had a football player for a boyfriend. So if you should ever 
find yourself walking past our apartment complex near the university on any given 
afternoon, don’t be surprised if you should hear coming from inside at least one or 
several of the apartments, “Giddy yap horsie - SPANK! Tee, hee, hee. Giddy yap 
horsie - SPANK! Tee, hee, hee.” 
  
And Shelly did indeed organize the girls of her gymnastics team into a football 
squad and challenged us, their boyfriends, to a girls vs. guys friendly football 
match - naked of course. The girls also insisted that we play tackle football and 
we guys decided to humor them and accepted. The result: Gymnastic Girls - 28, 
University Football Players - 7. “We only let you guys score that final touchdown 
at the end of the game because we felt sorry for you,” Shelly giggled afterwards. 
Then she gave me a tender hug and added, “Even though you guys are wimps, 
we still love you - just as long as know your place that is.”