What are Friends For?
By M.C.



Author's note: This is a story about female domination. If the subject is not
your cup of tea, then it probably won't appeal to you. You've been warned.

Betty drove her car into the driveway, parked near the entrance of the large
home and got out (as she began to walk towards to door, she couldn't help but
notice that the front lawn could use a bit of mowing). It had been several
months since Betty last saw Millie, who was not only her teammate on their
university's basketball and track teams, but also her best friend since they
were in high school. Betty was excited to see how things were going now that
Millie and Ron, the star of their university's football and wrestling teams,
had finally tied the knot. And although they had kept in touch by phone, work
(both Betty and Millie are attorneys but worked at different law firms) kept
them from visiting each other. But finally today, after several months, Betty
was free to drive over and have a chit-chat with her best friend.

RING! RING! She rang the doorbell. "Come on in Betty," the female voice from
inside called out. "The door is open." As Betty opened the door and entered
her friend's home, she was greeted by what could only be described as a rather
unusual sight. For there, sitting on a chair in the middle of the living room,
was her muscular friend Millie. But what was so unusual about it was that
Millie had her large and also very well built husband Ron draped across her
knees with his pants down. As Betty looked at him she could clearly make out
signs that he had received a rather good beating and Millie now appeared about
ready to give him a good spanking! "Make yourself comfy on one of the sofas
Betty. I'll be with you just as soon as I finish teaching my new hubbie here a
lesson. Ronnie was a very naughty boy today so mommy has to punish him."

"What did he do Millie?"

"When I came home from my workout in the gym this morning I found Ronnie
sitting on the couch and watching a football game - without having finished
the chores that I gave him to do. You may have noticed how shabby our front
lawn looks. As you know quite well what a stickler I am about people who slack
off Betty, I decided it was about time that I straighten out this new hubbie
of mine once and for all. Like my mother used to tell me when she was
disciplining my dad, there's nothing like a good spanking to teach men the
proper way to behave (as she was explaining this to Betty, Millie began to
spank her husband). So just make yourself comfy and we'll have our chit-chat
as soon as I'm finished."

Millie spanked her husband until he broke down and began to cry, then she
stopped. She let him sob for a couple of minutes (smirking at Betty) before
ordering him to stand up in front of her. After he had done so, Millie also
got up and stood before him with her hands on her hips. Despite the fact that,
at six feet-four inches tall and weighing a well-toned 235 pounds, Ron towered
over his wife, he was literally shaking from head to toe as he stood before
the five foot-seven inch, 165 pound muscular woman.

Millie reached up and grabbed her husband firmly by the collar of his shirt
and yanked him down so that they were eye-to-eye. "Are you going to be a good
boy now Ronnie and do what your little wify tells you to do?" He nodded.
"Good. Now because you were a naughty boy today, I want you go into the
bedroom and dress in your you-know-what for the rest of the day. And then
you're going to go into the kitchen and make Betty and me a nice cup of
coffee. Understand?" Fighting to hold back his tears, Ron humbly bowed his
head and nodded. "Good." Millie then patted her battered and humiliated
husband on the head and sent him off to do what she requested. "Men," Millie
sighed as she sat down on the sofa next to Betty. "You can't live with them
and you can't live without them."

"Why did you beat Ron up and spank him Millie? I mean, you totally humiliated
him right in front of me."

"Because he was pushing me to my limits and trying to see what he could get
away with. Shortly after we got married, I laid down the law as to who's who
in our relationship and, after a few beatings and spankings, he came around to
accepting me as his superior. But lately Ron's been trying to see what he
could get away with. Like today for example. I mean did he really think that I
wouldn't notice that the front lawn wasn't mowed? Or that there were still
some dirty dishes left over from breakfast in the kitchen sink? He knew that
he had to finish his chores before he could watch the football game; and I
don't care how important the game was - in my house his chores come first. So
I decided that it was time to teach him another lesson. Or, as my mother used
to tell me, 'Spare the hand, spoil the husband'."

While Millie was explaining this to her friend, Ron emerged from the kitchen
and placed a cup of coffee in front of the two women. And when Betty noticed
what Ron was wearing, she couldn't help herself and burst out laughing. For
here was this big, strong former university football and wrestling star
dressed in nothing more than a pair of shocking pink panties! "Why do you make
him wear panties?" Betty asked while giggling.

Millie grinned. "Well Betty, I have several reasons for this. First of all
it's to further rub in the fact that I am totally in control of this
relationship of ours; that I wear the pants around here so to speak. Second:
that I can make him do whatever I want him to do. After all, what big, strong,
macho man wants to be forced by his little wify to wear a pair of panties
around the house? And third (Millie reached into Ron's panties and began to
gently fondle his penis now), I just think that Ronnie looks so damn cute in
them. I think that pink is definitely his color; don't you agree Betty?" Both
girls shared a giggle after Millie said this.

"And lookie at what we have here Betty (Millie pointed to Ron's enlarged
penis). I truly believe that Ronnie has a secret sexual fantasy about being
with a strong and dominant woman like me; only he's just too embarrassed to
admit it out loud. That would certainly explain why he spent so much of his
time hanging around the women's weight room and only dated athletic girls like
me in college." Millie was not only the star of her university's women's
basketball team, but was also an NCAA champion in both the shot put and discus
throw. And, in addition to all of that, she's also a bodybuilder and holds a
black belt in Tai Quan Do. In other words, Millie is an all-round super jock
and more than a match for any man.

"Now Ronnie, I want you to go into in our bedroom, get my hairbrush from the
dresser and bring it here so that while Betty and are getting caught up on
what's been happening with us over the past few months, you'll be brushing our
pretty hair. Understand?" He meekly nodded. "Good. Now run along and do as I
asked." And so he did. Millie turned to her friend and said with a smile,
"With those big, strong muscles of his, he's great for brushing our hair."

"I just can't get over how well you've trained Ron, Millie," Betty said,
showing more than a trace of both admiration and envy in her voice. "I
remember him from college as being this big, strong, rough, tough, macho jock
who would never take orders from anybody - least of all from a female. And yet
here he's as obedient and docile as a small puppy dog. You're so dominant with
him; so masterful. How on earth did you managed to do that Millie? I wish I
could get my husband Jerry to do that for me."

Millie grinned. "You need to have a very firm, but also loving hand Betty; and
the willingness to use it whenever you feel it's necessary. As you've already
seen, the same hand that I was using to spank him when you arrived, I also
used to gently fondle his penis a little while ago. I also used it to punch
him out before you came. I'm always aware that his masculine pride will try to
reassert itself from time to time. And when it does - as it did today - I have
to beat it down." Millie then looked at her friend, smiled and added, "If
you'd like Betty, I can also train your hubbie to be like Ronnie."

"Really Millie? Could you? I mean that would be wonderful if Jerry would treat
me the way that Ron treats you. But how would you go about doing that? Jerry,
like Ron, is also a big, tough, macho type of guy. After all, as you well
remember, they were teammates on our university's football team."

Millie laughed. "You just leave that to me Betty. As you have seen today with
Ronnie,� I have ways of teaching men to behave. And I'd be more than happy to
share them with you. What say you come over next Saturday with your husband
and I can begin his 'retraining' sessions. And I guarantee you that within a
month he'll be just as docile and obedient as Ronnie is."

"Oh Millie. If you can do that for me it would be just wonderful! How can I
ever thank you?"

Millie grinned and said, "There's no need to thank me Betty. After all, what
are friends for?"

Epilogue: One Month Later

Betty and Millie giggled like little girls as they sat on their husband's
backs with their muscular legs wrapped tightly around their waists and rode
them around the large living room in Millie's house. Both Ron and Jerry were
on their hands and knees and naked - except for the pair of panties that each
was wearing (Ron's were pink and Jerry's were lavender while Millie and Betty
were completely naked). And when one of their husbands didn't move as fast as
the girls liked, it was "Giddy Yap Horsie," SPANK! - a hard, open handed spank
to their buttocks to get them to move faster. After about an hour of this, the
two large and strong ex-college football stars collapsed on the carpet,
completely exhausted. "Aww, it looks like our horsies are tuckered out, tee,
hee, hee," Millie giggled.

"Yes, it looks like they are," Betty concurred. "But they were fun to ride
while it lasted.� The two dominant women looked at each other and grinned.
"I'm so happy that you trained Jerry to behave Millie. Our lives have changed
so much in the month since then. Now he does everything that I ask him to do
without giving me the tough guy, macho look that he used to give me before."

"I know. Isn't it simply amazing how a few good beatings and spankings from a
woman can alter a macho, tough guy's impression of himself. Now Jerry will be
the kind, considerate and loving husband that you want him to be; just like
Ronnie is for me."

"And I owe it all to you Millie. How can I ever thank you?"

"There's no need to thank me Betty. After all, what are friends for?"