The Art of Womanhandling a Man
by M.C.
How I dealt with my macho boyfriend when I found out he'd been cheating on me.


I'll admit it right off the bat, I have a mean streak in me. Well, I suppose
we all do; don't we? But when you're a woman who stands six feet three inches
tall, weighs 250 muscular pounds, is a collegiate shot put and discus champion
and holds a third degree black belt in karate to boot, having a mean streak
can be dangerous sometimes. Not to me of course, but to those who cross me;
like Rick, my boyfriend. Rick is the starting offensive left tackle on our
university's football team and we've been going steady ever since our sophmore
year; we're both seniors now. Well anyway, a week ago I found out that he'd
been cheating on me by also seeing Janice - the head cheerleader and an
all-round slut - on the side. But I didn't get angry. Well I did get angry
actually, but that's not the point; the point is, I got even.

The day after I found out about Rick's affair, I decided to pay him a visit
(yes, I know we weren't married, but I still considered his perfidy to be an
affair - morally speaking that is). I walked up to his apartment which was
located just off campus (the football players were given off-campus apartments
while we female athletes had to make do with crowded dorms) and pounded my
fist loudly on his door.

"Who's there?" I heard Rick's voice bellow out.

"It's me, Sandra. You're true love - until you started sleeping around with
that slut Janice that is." ( I admit I may not always be the most subtle
person around, but you have to understand I was pissed off. I mean after all,
my boyfriend was sleeping with another woman). You and I need to have a little
talk." (Aren't euphemisms great? As if all I really wanted to do was *talk*).
When he opened the door, I barged in, and - surprise, surprise - who else do
you suppose I found in his apartment? Janice. "Well, it seems that I came at
an inconvenient time Ricky, or a convenient time; depending on your
perspective."

"What the hell do you want She Hulk?" Janice shouted. (Janice always refered
to me as She Hulk, but only behind my back of course. She never had the guts
to say it directly to my face; until now that is. I guess she thought that
having a 265 pound football player there would offer her some protection from
my wrath - a theory I would soon put to rest with a vengence)."Get the hell
out of here!" Bad move Janice...very bad move. A little bit of advice: when a
six foot-three inch, 250 pound, muscular martial arts expert is pissed off at
you, the last thing you want to do is make her even more angry. I put my hands
on my hips, gave them both a devious smile and said, "You guys are in for a
long afternoon today...a very long afternoon."

"And just what the hell do you mean by that Sandra?" Rick said as he
approached me.

"I mean this." WHACK! I slammed my right fist hard against the side of Rick's
face."And this." THUD! Then I sunk my left fist deep into his belly. "And
this." POW!!! With a powerful kick to his jaw, I sent Rick reeling clear
across the room where he landed - quite unintentionally, but conveniently - on
the sofa next to a rather startled Janice. As I walked over to where they were
seated, I smiled again. "As I said, you guys are in for a very long
afternoon."

Though stunned by the strength of my blows, Rick attempted to rise from the
sofa. CRACK! But a solid left hook put him right back down again. Janice then
got up and tried to make a run for the door, but she didn't get far. "Going
somewhere Janice?" I laughed as I grabbed her by her long blond hair. "I don't
think so." I swung her around twice and then tossed her back on the sofa. She
slammed into Rick - on purpose this time - with such force that the sofa fell
over backwards and my two *friends* found themselves lying on the floor."You
guys had better get used to being on your backs," I smirked. "Because you'll
be spending a lot of time there today."

As I approached them again, Janice managed to get up; but was clearly in no
condition to try and escape."Keep away from me you bitch!" she screamed.

"My, my, what naughty language. It looks like I'm going to have to teach you a
little bit of respect. But I'll deal with Ricky first." I then slapped Janice
hard across the face with my open right hand and she went down like a lead
balloon. "You stay there now, I'll be back for you in a few minutes." I
stepped over the crying girl and faced off against Rick, who by now had
staggared to his feet. "Thought you'd pull a fast one on me, eh Ricky? Well
honeybunch, it's time to pay the piper."

Rick threw a wild right hook at me, but I put up my left arm and blocked it
easily. He then threw another which I also blocked. I'm not only as strong as
Rick (I'm actually stronger - we used to arm wrestle but after I beat him
several times with both my right and left arms, he stopped), but after
studying martial arts for over sixteen years, my reflexes were much faster
than his and my fighting skills are vastly superior. All Rick does in a fight
is plow into people and depend on his size and strength to prevail. Though
very large and strong myself, I also know dozens of moves. Poor Ricky, in our
fight he never really stood a chance.

WHAM! After I blocked his third errant punch, I nailed Rick with a solid
roundhouse kick to the side of his head which sent him reeling backwards. BAM!
Another kick and he was driven against the wall. PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! With
three solid thrusts, Rick's nose began to sprout blood. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!
Three more and blood started coming out of his mouth. Although I continued to
hammer Rick for a little while longer (I felt he needed to be punished, after
all, he hurt me damn it), I did ease up on him.

I can shatter slabs of concrete with both my hands and feet and, angry though
I was, I wasn't so out-of-control as to want to injure Rick seriously. I did
want to teach him a good lesson though, one he'd never forget. He hurt me, he
played around with my heart; and I wanted revenge. But I still wanted him.
Rick was the first (and only) boy I ever truely loved. But I also wanted to
make him pay for what he did to me; and pay he would. For even though he'd
still be my boyfriend, our relationship from that day onward would be
different, very different - I'll be in complete control.

There comes a time in a fight, and I've been in many over the years (I'm a
big, tough girl and never shied away from confronting bullies, not to mention
martial arts tournaments) when the person I'm fighting simply gives up. You
can see it in their eyes. Even the toughest opponent can only take so much
punishment before his (or her) will to fight on breaks down. And from that
point I own them, they're mine. With Janice it happened after a single hard
slap to the face. But with a tough, macho football player like Rick however,
it takes a bit longer.

I had Rick backed up into a corner now. He was helpless against me. I grabbed
him firmly by his shirt with my left hand and began slapping him back and
forth across the face with my right. His nose and lips were bleeding, his face
swollen and he probably had at least dozen other bruises over various parts of
his body. "Had enough yet Ricky?" I asked while continueing to slap him. And
it was then that he reached his breaking point. "Yes," he cried (quite
literally as tears began to flow down his swollen face). "Yes Sandra. Please
stop hitting me. I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry." I stopped slapping him,
released my grip on his shirt and took a step back; and Rick collapsed on the
floor. "I'm so, so sorry Sandra," he repeated in between sobs. "Please forgive
me."

I couldn't help but smile at this point. In fact, the feeling I had looking
down at my badly beaten, boyfriend pathetically wimpering in front of me
was...well...erotic; very erotic in fact. The truth is I probably could have
had an orgasm right then and there had I wanted to. But there was another
matter I needed to take care of first.

I grabbed my battered boyfriend by the hair and dragged him over to where
Janice lay (she was still crying from the slap I gave her and watching me beat
Rick into submission). I forced Rick to get down on his hands and knees,
grabbed Janice by her hair and sat down on Rick's large back. And as I yanked
the slutty cheerleader across my knees and pulled her panties down to her
ankles, I said with that feeling of superiority one gets when they are
completely in control of a situation,"She Hulk? Bitch? Janice, I really do
need to teach you some manners." Then I added with that aura of condescention
that a parent has - and all children hate - when about to punish a
child,"someday you'll thank me for this."

SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! Boy, did that feel good! Spanking the buttocks of this
pompous, conceited slut that tried to steal my boyfriend away from me was,
well, I guess you'll just have to experience what I felt at the time to fully
understand. But I'll give you a hint: after Janice started to cry like a baby
while I was spanking her, my panties started to get soking wet. Revenge sure
is sweet; or, as a Klingon might have said,"revenge is a dish best served
cold".

SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! As the tears rolled down Janice's cheeks and fell to the
floor, I heard Rick pleading,"Please Sandra, stop this. I'm sorry. It was my
fault. Punish me if you must, but please, please let Janice go."

My, how cavalier my boyfriend is. So I decided to test him. "Well then Ricky,
since you're such a tough, macho man, would you like to take her place? Would
you like me to spank you instead of her?" (As I said, I have a mean streak in
me. But who wouldn't in my situation?).

Rick gulped hard and, after a long pause, said,"Yes Sandra, I'll take her
place. You can spank me instead."

"Are you sure Ricky? I'm very strong you know. Strong and pissed off because
of what you and this little slut did to me."

Another long pause followed before he said,"Yes Sandra. I'm sure."

I sat there on Rick's back with Janice drapped across my knees, crying from
the spanking I had just given her. Rick was volunteering to take her place.
Imagine, a rough, tough, macho university football player voluntarily willing
to be spanked to tears by a girl! Maybe there's hope for the male gender after
all; at least for this one. But as I looked down at this downtrodden male - a
male that I still held strong feelings for - another idea came to me; and a
very erotic one at that.

I grabbed Janice's hair again and stood up. "Stay right where you are Ricky!"
I ordered."I'll be back for you in a jiffy." I dragged Janice over to a
near-by table and forced her to lie down; then wrapped her long blond hair
around one of the table legs and tied it into a tight knot. And to make sure
Janice wouldn't disturb me with her crying or yelling for help, I removed my
panties, rolled them into a tight ball and stuffed them into her mouth (the
fact that they were wet with my cum I found somewhat ironic - in a sadistic
sort of way).

Returning to Rick, I ordered him to strip off his clothes and lie down on the
floor next to Janice. His ego destroyed after the beating I gave him, Rick
meekly did as he was told. I then took off my clothes and sat down on his
chest. Smiling smugly at the helpless Janice, I put my hands around Rick's
head and forced it up into my pussy."This is how a *real* woman makes love to
a man Janice. Pay close attention." Then I looked down at the humiliated man
beneath me and said,"Now Ricky, use your tongue and pleasure me, or else I'll
beat the crap out of you again!" And pleasure me he did.

An hour - and several orgasms - later, I got up and yanked Rick to his
feet."You did a good job Ricky. Now be a good boy and go into the bedroom, lie
down on the bed and wait for me. Janice and I are going to have a little
girl-to-girl chat." After Rick left, I untied Janice's hair and removed my
panties from her mouth. I led her over to a large wall mirror, sat her down on
a chair in front of it, took my hairbrush and began to brush her hair. With my
thurst for vengence having been satisfied and getting my boyfriend back, I
felt it was all right to show Janice a bit of mercy.

Up until now, everything had gone the way I had planned. I battered Rick into
submission and slapped Janice around. Then I spanked her and forced her to
watch as I humiliated Rick by making him pleasure me. But what happened next
caught me completely off guard. As I was brushing Janice's hair and lecturing
her about what a naughty girl she had been, my onetime nemisis looked up at my
reflection in the mirror, smiled and said,"Sandra, I think that you...
you're...you're awesome; totally awesome! The way you beat up Rick and forced
him to pleasure you. You're a totally awesome woman! (Still reeling from what
I just heard her say, Janice then really sent me for a loop) Can I pleasure
you too?"

Again, I have to admit that I never saw this one coming. But the more I
thought about it, the more aroused I became; and I knew what I wanted to do
about it. I led Janice into the bedroom where Rick was lying on the bed, just
as I told him to (like I mentioned earlier, I was in complete control of our
relationship now). I told her to lie down next to him but facing the opposit
direction. When she had done so, I climbed onto the bed and positioned myself
so that my pussy rested on top of Janet's face and my ample breasts rested on
Rick's. "O.K. guys," I said, feeling a surge of erotic excitement growing
within me - a surge that only female dominiation can give - "let's get to
work." And work they did...for the rest of that day and well into the night.

Epilogue

A few days later, Janice came over to *our* apartment (I had moved into Rick's
apartment the day after the incident described above) and we had another
girl-to-girl chat. She had a new boyfriend now (gee, I guess sexy cheerleaders
- unlike women shot put and discus throwers - don't have any problems finding
guys). Her problem was that her new boyfriend Rex - a teammate of Rick's on
the football team - was a tough, macho guy and Janice thought that a little
*womanhandling* from me might help their relationship. As I now considered
Janice a friend, I agreed to her request.

The next day she brought Rex - a 275 pound defensive right end - over. After
about two hours of womanhandling him (Rex was a toughie I'll admit), I finally
succeeded in breaking him down. And that night Janice and I, along with Rick
and Rex, enjoyed a lovemaking experience that I'm sure none of us will ever
forget.