The Wonderful Bet
By M.C.
A pretty high school gymnast makes an unusual bet with the pompous, macho star of her high school football team.


Warning: This story might be a bit too kinky for some reader's tastes. You
have been warned.

Chapter 1: The Issue over the Woman's Weight Room

Sandy Jenkins lowered the 150 pound barbell to her chest and then raised it
above her head before placing it back on the stand above her head - and she
did this without a spotter! "That's twelve presses with 150 - a new record for
me," she proudly said while catching her breath. The pretty eighteen year-old
high school gymnastic star rose from the bench and, unable to suppress the
urge, smiled at her teammates and flexed her awesome sixteen inch biceps for
them. "Twelve reps with 150 pounds; that's not too bad for a five foot-five
inch, 120 pound girl eh?" she asked rhetorically. "I guess that I'm now in as
good a shape as I need to be in order to face my challenge as to who has
control over our weight room; the macho, chauvinistic football players or us
gymnastics girls."

When Sandy noticed the worried looks that some of her teammates had on their
faces when she said this she sighed and said, "Oh come on now girls, what are
you all worried about? This will be fun; and I guarantee that you'll enjoy
watching it too. After all, didn't we agree that it's long past the time when
these rough, tough macho football jocks were finally put in their place? Ever
since they closed the boys' weight room to replace their leaky roof and we
agreed that they could share ours until theirs was ready, they've been barging
in here whenever they like and simply taking this place over. This is our
weightroom girls, and the boys should have to use it only on our terms."

"We did try to reason with them and set up separate hours when both the
gymnasts and football players could use the weightroom at different times so
as not to infringe on each other. But we all know how that turned out; don't
we? They still came in here anytime they wanted and forced us out. And when I
complained to Coach Wilson about it (the director of her high school's
athletic department who also just happens to be the head football coach), all
he did was laugh and say that we're all mature adults and should be able to
sort out the weightroom problem amongst ourselves. And so, as captain of the
women's gymnastics team, that's what I've decided to do. We'll sort this
weightroom issue out like mature adults - but it will be my way (wink)."

"I've decided we'll settle the weightroom issue like they used to settle
disagreements throughout the Middle Ages - 'Trial by Combat'. Their toughest
guy will fight against our toughest girl in a no- holds-barred, submission
only fight. Not surprisingly, the boys chose Rick Daniels, the largest and
strongest guy on the football team. And you girls have given that honor to me
- most likely because of my extensive martial arts training and, of course,
these (Sandy smiled and flexed her sixteen inch biceps again)." Then she
repeated, "And as I said before girls, you have nothing to worry about. This
will be an afternoon you'll all remember for a long time (wink)."

Chapter 2: The Confrontation

Just then the door to the weight room flung open and about a dozen large and
well-built high school football players entered. In the lead was the largest
and strongest of them all - the six foot-four inch, 250 pound All-State
offensive lineman, Rick Daniels. "Well hello there boys," Sandy greeted them
with her prettiest smile and cutest voice. "I'm so glad that you could all
make it here today so that we can finally settle this little weight room issue
of ours like 'mature adults' - as Coach Wilson suggested we do. So we will
settle this like the mature adults that we are," the pretty blond couldn't
help but giggle a little bit when she said this (Sandy likes to giggle a lot).

Sandy was standing with her hands on her hips in the middle of the mats that
she had laid out in the center of the weightroom. Dressed in her sexy,
skin-tight, pink gymnastic leotards which highlighted both her well-developed
arms and equally muscular legs (not to mention her firm breasts and her long,
blond hair falling down over her shoulders and halfway down her back), the 18
year-old female athlete was indeed a sight to behold. But what chance could a
five foot-five inch, 120 pound girl - no matter how strong and fit she is -
possibly have against the six foot-four inch, 250 pound, muscular All-State
football player who was now removing his training pants and preparing to
confront her on the mats? While all of the football players stood around the
weightroom with smug smiles on their faces, the female gymnasts all appeared
to be very apprehensive; all except Sandy that is - she had a smile on her
pretty face.

"O.K. Rick," Sandy began as the large, strong boy stepped onto the mats and
began to make is way towards her, "these are the rules that will determine how
we will share this weightroom until yours has been repaired and ready for use.
You have been chosen by your team to represent the football players as my
girlfriends have chosen me to represent the gymnasts. We will settle this with
a 'Trial- by-Combat' between you and me. It will be a no-holds-barred fight
and we'll continue until one of us either submits to the other or is deemed
unable to continue." When Sandy said this, snickering could be heard coming
Rick's teammates; but she just ignored them and continued. "The winner will
then decide how his or her teammates may use this weightroom. Is this all
clear to you Rick?"

The large, muscular football star smirked when Sandy finished. "Clear as a
bell Sandy," he said, and then added with his usual chauvinistic arrogance,
"but are you sure you don't want to add a few more or your girls to help you
in this fight? I mean that would make this silly exercise a lot more
interesting - for me that is." More snickering was now heard from the football
players but Sandy simply replied, "So, you think that just because you're a
big, strong, tough macho guy that this is all just nothing more than a silly
exercise Rick? That just because I'm a much smaller girl I have no chance of
beating you?" Sandy fluffed up her long, beautiful blond hair in front of him
to rub in the fact that she was, indeed, a girl. (In addition to giggling,
Sandy likes to fluff up her hair a lot. "It's the little girl in me," Sandy
says whenever she's asked about it). "Well then Rick, if you're really so
confident that you can beat me, how about you and I making a little side bet
just between the two of us on the outcome of this fight of ours?"

"And just what kind of bet would that be Sandy?" The smaller girl approached
the large football star and motioned for him to lean over. Then, in a soft
voice that nobody else in the weightroom could hear, she whispered something
into his ear. "Do you agree to this little private bet Rick? Are you 'man'
enough to accept it?" With a big smirk on his face, Rick nodded his agreement.
"Very well Rick, in that case (Sandy stepped backed up a few steps), let's get
it on then; shall we?"

Chapter 3: The Fight

A deathly silence fell upon the weightroom as Rick, the six foot-four inch,
250 pound football star, closed in on Sandy, who stood only five feet-five
inches tall and weighed a mere 120 pounds. But if the much smaller girl was
afraid, you certainly couldn't tell by the look she had on her face; for she
was still smiling! And to further show Rick just how unafraid of him she was -
as well as to bait him into losing his cool - Sandy again fluffed up her long,
blond hair and said, "I'll bet that I can beat you up without even getting my
pretty hair mussed Ricky." And just as she had anticipated, the large, strong
jock lost his cool and, throwing caution to the wind, charged forward.

WHAM! POW! SMACK! CRACK! THUMP! With a blindingly quick series of strong and
well placed punches and kicks, Sandy lashed out at her larger opponent as soon
as he came within range of her hands and feet, sending the surprised football
star reeling backwards. He tripped over one of the mats and fell to the floor
on his back. Momentarily stunned by the unexpected strength and speed of
Sandy's blows, Rick found himself in a vulnerable position. He was now wide
open for her to continue attacking him, should she have chosen to do so. But
the pretty blond seemed content with merely stopping his attack and knocking
him down - at least for the time being that is. "There really isn't any reason
for me to finish him off too quickly," Sandy said to herself. "After all, why
can't a girl have some fun while she's teaching a chauvinistic, macho jock a
lesson?"

Sandy winked at her girlfriends while Rick got to his feet. "I'm afraid you're
going to have to do much better than that if you want to have any hope of
beating me Ricky," Sandy said with a grin. Rick hates whenever anyone calls
him Ricky, it reminds him of when he was a little boy and he finds it very
condescending. And because of his size and strength, nobody in school ever
dares to call him that; at least not until now that is. While Rick was
plotting his next move against Sandy, she gazed at her reflection in the
weightroom mirror hanging on the wall and fluffed up her hair yet again; then
she said, "Come on Ricky, so far I haven't been very impressed by what I've
seen from you in this little fight of ours. Let's see what else, if anything,
you've got."

Furious now, the massive boy charged his smaller female opponent who was
taunting him, throwing wild punches as he did. But his efforts proved to be
useless as the nimble girl easily either blocked or avoided his erratic
attempts to hit her. And when an opportunity presented itself (which it often
did) Sandy countered with lightning fast, well-placed punches and kicks of her
own which, unlike Rick's wild haymakers, always seemed to find their mark
somewhere on Rick's large body. "Gee Ricky," Sandy giggled after knocking him
down again with several more solid punches and kicks to his face and
mid-section, "you sure do make a wonderful punching bag for me to practice my
punches and kicks; tee, hee, hee." Again Rick rose and attacked the much
smaller girl.

With amazing speed, punches and kicks that always seemed to hit their intended
target, plus her fighting skills that were honed by years of martial arts
training (both of Sandy's parents are black belts in Tae Kwon Do and teach at
her mother's dojo), the pretty little gymnast transformed herself into a
powerful and potentially destructive fighting machine against which even the
biggest and strongest boy in her entire school stood virtually no chance
against. With her abilities, Sandy could have easily done serious damage to
Rick; but that was never her intention.

Sandy's goal in this fight was, in addition to settling the weight room issue,
to teach both Rick and his macho football friends a lesson in what girls, when
properly trained, are capable of. And by easily beating the crap out of Rick
in front of many of his teammates, Sandy hoped to impress upon the guys that
female athletes are every bit deserving of respect as are the macho, male
jocks. That being the case, Sandy felt that she didn't need to give Rick the
brutal pounding that she could have, but instead she'll just give him the
standard, garden-variety beating that she uses against the bullies she
encounters in school (there was another reason why Sandy decided to take it
easy on Rick but we'll have to wait until Sandy reveals her secret bet in
order to find out what that is).

WHACK! CRACK! SMASH! THUD! And with yet another series of strong blows from
her lethal hands and feet, Sandy sent the large football star down to the mats
for the third time. As she gazed down at him, the pretty blond gymnast
couldn't resist the urge to continue teasing him. "Gee Ricky, your strategy of
blocking my punches and kicks with your face doesn't seem to be working out
too well for you in this little fight of ours; does it?" Again the large,
angry macho jock rose to his feet and charged the much smaller girl. WHAM!
POW! SMACK! CRACK! THUD! And for the fourth time now, the pretty, little blond
sent the big, strong, rough, tough football star to the mats. "Aren't you glad
that I put these mats down on the floor for you Ricky? I bet they make a nice,
comfy place for you lie on every time I floor you; tee, hee, hee."

Slowly, the 250 pound All-State lineman rolled himself over and, placing his
hands on the mats, started to get up again; but this time Sandy had other
ideas. When Rick had gotten to his hands and knees, the pretty girl walked
over to him, lifted her right leg up over his neck and placed it so that she
had his head trapped in-between her muscular thighs. Then she began to squeeze
her legs together; but not so tightly that Rick couldn't breathe, just enough
to hold him in place. Sandy, after all, isn't a cruel person. But she did want
to teach this pompous and conceited jock, as well as his teammates, a lesson
in humility. And in order to do that, Sandy felt that she first had to first
break Rick down and then humiliate him in front of his friends who idolized
him.

Rick put his hands around Sandy's ankles and attempted to pry her legs apart.
But despite all of his strength, Sandy's muscular legs stood firmly in place,
not moving so much as a single inch! "What's the matter big boy?" Sandy
laughed as she continued to tease Rick. "Are these little girl's legs too
strong for the rough, tough, macho football star?" In desperation, Rick tried
punching Sandy on her back with his strong fists. But all that led to was more
teasing. "Oh Ricky, what a nice back massage you're giving me. How sweet of
you; tee, hee, hee." While she easily kept the large, strong football star
helplessly trapped between her legs, Sandy looked at the weightroom mirror on
the wall again. "What do you think girls?" she casually asked her friends. "Do
you think my hair is getting too long? Do you think that it's time for me to
trim it a little?" As Rick desperately tried to free himself from Sandy's legs
anyway he could, she didn't seem to be paying attention to him anymore. Her
primary concern now seemed to be what to do about her hair, and a lively
discussion ensued between her and her girlfriends about it.

For anyone watching the scene that was unfolding in the women's weightroom
now, it would have certainly seemed surreal, bizarre even. For here was this
pretty little gymnast - all five feet-five inches and 120 pounds of her -
having a casual conversation with her girlfriends about her hair while at the
same time holding the biggest, strongest and toughest guy in her entire high
school helplessly trapped in-between her thighs. And while Rick desperately
(but vainly) tried to escape, Sandy and her friends were laughing and giggling
with each other (as high school girls are wont to do) as if nothing out of the
ordinary was going on. Surreal to say the least. Finally Rick's strength gave
out completely and his powerful arms fell to the floor. When she realized
this, Sandy released the python-like grip that she had on Rick's neck and let
the once mighty football star slump to the floor, gasping for air. "So, what's
the verdict girls? Should I get my hair trimmed or keep it like it is?" The
general consensus among Sandy's girlfriends was that she didn't really need to
trim her hair; so she chose not to. With that important issue now resolved,
Sandy turned her attention back to the football star that was lying on the
floor beneath her.

Chapter 4: Sandy Collects on Her Private Bet

"Well Ricky, it looks like this little fight of ours is over, isn't it? Unless
you'd like to continue, In which case I'd be more than happy to comply." As
she stared down at the pathetic sight of Rick lying beneath her still gasping
for air, Sandy sighed. "I'm rather disappointed in you Ricky; I really was
expecting a much better workout from the strongest and toughest boy in school.
But I hardly even worked up a sweat. My gymnastics warm-up exercises exert me
more than this little fight of ours did. You really are a wimp; aren't you?"
Sandy looked at herself in the mirror again and grinned. "I told you that I
could beat you up without getting my pretty hair mussed, didn't I? "My hair is
just as soft and fluffy now as it was before our fight started."

Battered, beaten and totally humiliated by this strong, little female gymnast,
the once proud and feared Rick Daniels broke down and began to do something
that he hadn't done since he was a small child, he began to cry. "Oh you poor
thing you," Sandy cooed like a mother would to comfort her crying baby. "I
guess this little girl was just too tough for the big, strong macho man,
wasn't she? It must be very humiliating for you to have been beaten up in
front of your friends by a girl half your size ? It must be a terrible blow to
that huge, macho ego of yours. What's that slutty cheerleader girlfriend of
yours, Cindy, going to think about you when she finds out that her big,
strong, rough, tough macho boyfriend got his ass kicked by a cute little girl?
I'll bet she'll drop you like a hot potato." (Sandy was right about that.
Cindy did break up with Rick shortly after she heard about what Sandy did to
him).

Sandy turned her attention towards the football players who were now all
staring in shock, trying to come to terms with what they had just witnessed
this beautiful blond gymnast do - totally destroy and humiliate their mighty
hero. "So boys, this is how it's going to be from now on in our weightroom. We
girls have absolute priority here. If you guys want to use it we will let you;
but you must ask our permission first. And after you've finished, you must
leave it as clean and orderly as you found it. And anyone who fails to follow
these simple rules will be punished - by me! Is this clear?" With their heads
bowed, the male jocks meekly nodded their agreement to Sandy's terms. "Good.
Now please leave our weightroom. We girls still have the rest of our afternoon
workouts to finish."

As the once proud but now chastised football players began to exit the
weightroom, Rick staggered to his feet and prepared to leave with them; but
Sandy had other ideas. "Hold on there big boy, just where do you think you're
going? Have you forgotten about our private bet already? How convenient of
you; but I haven't. I beat you up fair and square, didn't I? And now I'm going
to collect my winnings - you, you handsome hunk you. As our private bet
stipulated, because I beat you you're all mine, and for as long as I want;
which may be for a very long time indeed (smirk)." Sandy walked over to where
Rick was standing and reached her strong right hand into the shorts that he
was wearing and grabbed him firmly by his penis. Then, grinning to her
giggling teammates, she said, "Girls, I've decided to end today's workout
early. So you can all go home. Ricky and I have a few 'private issues' that we
have to settle between us - if you catch my drift (wink)."

Still holding the once high and mighty - but now completely broken - football
star firmly by his penis, the beautiful, blond gymnast marched Rick into a
side room that was used for storing surplus gymnastic equipment (including
extra mats) and, after entering, closed and locked the door behind her. They
didn't emerge until the following morning. What went on inside that room
between Sandy and Rick for all of that time is anyone's guess. There were some
students that happened to be walking past the outside of the women's
weightroom later that afternoon who might provide a clue however. They said
that they heard what sounded to them like someone was getting a good spanking
inside. That was followed by what sounded like a guy's voice crying; and
shortly after that, they swore that they heard the sound of a girl - giggling.

Chapter 5: Epilogue - On Month Later

Sandy smiled as she watched the scene that was taking place before her. Since
it was a Saturday and Sandy's parents had gone away for the weekend, she had
the house all to herself. So the pretty 18 year-old gymnast invited all five
of her teammates over for some "girl fun". Her girlfriends were all sitting on
chairs facing the large mirror in the living room. But what made Sandy smile
was the large and very well-built boy standing behind them and brushing their
hair. "With those big, strong muscles of his, doesn't Ricky make a great hair
brusher?" Sandy asked. They all giggled and nodded. "I knew he would be. All I
had to do was just train him on the proper way to brush a girl's hair. He
picked it up like a natural."

After Rick had finished brushing their hair, Sandy asked her friends who
wanted Rick to give them a ride around the living room on his back. "Ricky
makes a great horsie to ride on," Sandy said. All of Sandy's friends wanted a
ride. Fortunately for Rick they were gymnasts, none of whom weighed more than
120 pounds. Still, by the time the big, strong athlete had finished giving the
last girl a ride on his back he was exhausted and collapsed on the floor. "It
looks like our horsie is all tuckered out girls," Sandy sighed. "Let's let him
rest awhile." She rolled the 250 pound, muscular, All-State lineman over onto
his back and sat down on his stomach. Then said with a girlish giggle,
"Ricky's tummy makes such a comfy seat for my cute little tushie to sit on;
tee, hee, hee." Sandy patted Rick on the head as one would do to a small puppy
dog and then she grinned at her friends again.

"I'm so happy that Ricky has decided to play football at the same university
where I got my gymnastics scholarship. Although it took a bit of 'feminine
persuasion', I eventually convinced him to see things my way (wink)." Giggles
could be heard from Sandy's friends when she said this. "We're already looking
into co-ed student apartments that we could share. It'll be so wonderful
living together. I knew the day I beat him up in the weightroom that we were
right for each other. Ricky needed a tough, little girl like me to keep him in
line, and I needed a big, strong, good-looking hunk like him for my boyfriend.
So you see girls, beating Ricky up and humiliating him in front of his
football teammates turned out to be a good thing for him after all. Isn't that
right Ricky?" Without saying a word the large boy nodded.

"And I'm even helping Ricky become a better football player." When she saw the
incredulous looks that her girlfriends were giving her after she said this,
Sandy smiled and said, "You see girls it's like this. Because he was so big
and strong, Ricky was always able to get by in football. It worked in the Pop
Warner football league (which is like a Little League for adolescence, but for
football instead of baseball), and all through high school. But soon he'll be
competing against major university football teams and the standards then will
be much higher. Because of his size and strength, none of his coaches ever
taught him how important foot speed and agility are. You all saw that when I
beat him up in the weightroom last month. He was so slow and uncoordinated in
his movements that me - a little girl - had no trouble pounding him into
submission. So now I'm teaching him how to be much quicker and more agile than
he ever was before. And so far I've already seen a great deal of improvement.
With my help, Ricky will be ready to play college football this coming Fall."

While Rick lay spread-eagle on the floor with Sandy sitting on his stomach,
the girls began a lengthy session of "girl talk" which lasted for well over an
hour (girls will be girls I guess). By the time they were finished it was time
for Sandy's friends to leave for their homes for dinner. Sandy walked them to
her front door and bid them farewell. "Wasn't it fun playing with Ricky this
afternoon girls?" There was unanimous agreement among Sandy's friends that it
was indeed a very enjoyable afternoon. "Good. Then we'll definitely have to do
this again the next time my parents go away for the weekend. I'll try to
encourage them to do it more frequently (giggles)."

After her girlfriends left Sandy walked back to Rick who was still lying on
the floor. "You were a very good boy today Ricky," Sandy said as she stood
over him with her hands on her hips. "And because you were such a good boy,
mommy's going to give you a special treat. NOW GET UP!" After Rick had gotten
to his feet, Sandy made him strip off all of his clothes. Then she grabbed the
large boy firmly by his penis and led him into her bedroom. Once inside, she
flipped the 250 pound football star over her shoulder so that he landed on his
back on her bed. Sandy quickly stripped and leapt on top of him and very long
and erotic evening of passionate lovemaking followed which stretched well into
the night and ended only when a very exhausted Rick collapsed into a deep
sleep on Sandy's bed.

Lying on top of him before sleep overcame her too, the strong, beautiful blond
gymnast reflected on the events that had occurred in her life since she met
Rick. "That was a truly terrific bet I made with Ricky the day I beat him up.
For not only did I teach him and his teammates a well-deserved lesson in
humility, but it also changed my life. Ricky and I will be living together
soon at the university. And once he has completely accepted that I'm the
superior in our relationship (I think that just a few more light beatings and
spankings should do it), then we'll both live together happily ever after -
just like in a fairy tale. And I owe it all to that wonderful bet I made.
Isn't it funny how things turn out sometimes?"