Wives, and girlfriends.
by The " T.K.O Kidd " desio@adelphia.net
dating girls, then eventually marrying one that could kick my ass, was it what i wanted ?


Wives, and girlfriends.

This story is purely fictional, so before drawing any conclusions that there
may be any factual events in this paticular story; please remember it is only
a story of fiction.

I couldn't believe this, here i was on my birthday, turning the age that would
allow me too drink legally. What i couldn't believe was that i was getting my
ass kicked by a girlfriend several years younger then myself out an old
country road. We were parked roadside, on a road that led up a hill, one that
excluded itself from all other traffic. The reason that Brenda was beating the
shit out of me was because she had found out from another friend of her's, and
mine that i had asked another girl to go out with me the night before my
birthday. A little pre-birthday celebration you might say.

Brenda was a real cutie, being an inch or so shorter then myself. Brenda was
stout, and solid being well built, with having a pleasent full figure on her.
Brenda's bouncing brunette hair fell short to her shoulders, and with her
possessing a soft creamy complextion giving her that soft girlish appearance.
Brenda's breast were of a plump medium size filling her white blouse well,
pushing themselfs softly, and gently outward beneath the fabric of her blouse
that was unbuttoned exposing a large ammount of her creamy flesh, being the
cleveage of her breasts.

Brenda was every boy's wish for a girlfriend. But piss her off, and get on her
wrong side, and all of her soft good looking girlish looks would turn into a
nightmare for you. Brenda was the girl you dreamed of dating, but was a girl
you dreaded to meet in a fight. It wasn't nothing for Brenda to bring a boy to
his knees balling like a beaten baby.. In fact i believed Brenda enjoyed
pounding the shit of of boys, and seeing them cry, because of her ability to
beat their asses.

Well there i was in tears with my mouth bleeding leaning heavily against my
car crying out to Brenda with tears streaming down my face telling her, i
didn't know what she was talking about. " Ohhh,, you know you little creep,,
you know full well what i'm talking about. Now why would you lie to me, and
why in the hell would you want to spend an evening with Staci Koviak !?! You
little lying cheating son-of-a-bitch ! "

CRACCCK!!! " IiiieeeaaahhhggGGG !!! " Brenda threw a hard right cross too the
side of my face, with her pudgy hard knuckles smashing solidily to the flesh
of my swelling cheek, that was bruising up badly with some bluing, and burning
crimnson red. " Pleaseee,, Brenda, really i'm telling you the truth,, " i
cried loudly, with myself now being barely able to stand up properly. " Well,
i don't believe you, you liar ! " Suddenly Brenda dropped me hard with her
delivering a solid knee shot to my balls. " AaarrrhhhgggGGG !!! " I crumpled
in a heap to the graveled road, and rolled my body up into a fetis position,
grasping my hurting nuts painfully, and crying like a little baby.

Brenda then demanded that i get to my feet, and with me returning to her in
tears that i was hurting too much to move a whole lot, she offered me a
helping hand by roughly yanking me to my feet. I then confessed to Brenda that
i had asked Staci out, only hoping it would keep her from beating me up any
more. Well it was about that time when Brenda slammed me hard into the side of
the car, with my back landing hard against it. Brenda then held me there
against the car with me slumping some, and sent a flurry of vicious slaps, and
backhands to my face with her free hand as she kept me from falling out to the
ground with her other hand, clutching me tightly by my shirt collar. My head
snapped viciously from side to side, due to Brenda's sharp slaps, and wicked
backhands to my face, and i felt my mind spinning in a painfilled daze, as
Brenda went about her buisness of teaching me that it was not nice to lie to
your girlfriend.

Well after that beating i had gotten from Brenda, we got along fine for
awhile, and Brenda had definately taken charge of our relationship. If Brenda
called me on the phone, and wanted me to drive several mile across town, just
to take her to the store to pick up some trivial girl items, i was there at
her door as fast as my car could take me. Brenda had me frightened to death of
her, and the thought of Brenda kicking my ass would scare the hell out of me.
Well for a girl that was about to enter highschool, and a girl that didn't
seem to be the fighter, was definately the scrapper. Brenda had fooled quite a
few boys in her own grade, and several other boys from the highschool, boys
who were seniors, and juniors in school. Brenda wasn't scare of many boys if
any, and had pounded more then several to a crying pulp after school. Really i
don't know if it's true or not, but i had once heard that Brenda had beaten up
her stepfather, just because he was going to put her on a grounding at home.
Well as i guess her stepfather found out, it was Brenda that made the rules,
and not him, and as our seeing each other it was Brenda that set down the law,
not me.

Well Brenda, and i dated several years past that point of that asskicking she
gave me that night out on that ol' country road. We got along fine after that,
with me taking heed to everything she said, fearing if i didn't she would beat
me up badly again. Brenda though during the time we saw each other, had
roughed me up on a few occassions, but never as severe as that one night, when
she caught me in that lie, on that country side road.

It was Brenda that broke it off between us for a short while, suggesting it
might be better that we see other people. She was right, and we did seperate
from each other for awhile.

It was a couple of years later that i ran into Brenda once again, but this
time she came to my rescue. I happened to be dating Staci Koviak at this time,
and we were at a dance club partying. Well Staci was another girl that i found
out could fight, and as we were holding a conversation with each other on our
way out of the club, Staci reminded me of that time i failed to keep our date
with each other, the night before Brenda had beaten the crap out of me on my
birthday. Remember that night, the night on the ol' country road ? Well the
night before i was suppose to pick Staci up to take her out, but i had gotten
side tracked missing picking Staci up, instead i stood her up, and now Staci
remembered.

After Staci, and i got outside of the club, and to my car, she had asked me
for an explanation. Well i gave her an explanation, but obviously it wasn't
good enough for her. The fact was Staci didn't like my answer at all, and i
backed fearfully away from her as she came storming around the car in a rage
after me. " IIiiieeehhhgggGGG !!! " There wasn't a thing i could do to keep
Staci from laying into me with her fists as she pounded me with a flurry of
punches. I cried desperately backpeddling, with my hands raised in protection
over my face, but Staci made my face a sure target as she now had me against
the car drilling me with more punishing blows to my head. Flashbacks of that
night Brenda kicked my ass flashed through my head in a painful daze, as Staci
was tearing me a new one, and as before i cried loudly in pain, and tears for
Staci to leave up on me.

Thankfully, and totally out of surprise, i saw Brenda through a blur of tears,
standing behind Staci, tapping her lightly upon her shoulder. Staci ceased
ponding me, and slowly turned her attention around to Brenda. My Gawd ! The
next thing i saw was Brenda sending a sharp right hook that landed flush to
Staci's jaw, knocking her out instantly. Staci fell too the ground in a heap,
now out cold. I only stood there in shock, with just witnessing what Brenda
could really do with her fists.

Brenda then started towards me, and i backed away from her quickly, with my
hands raised in protection of myself fearing that Brenda was going to give me
another pounding. " Quit your damn crying you little wimp, " Brenda said, "
I'm not going to hit you,, even though it would seem like a good idea,, but it
does look like Staci here gave you a real good asskicking. Sheesssh,, you
really are a big pussy, and i see that you need a strong girl at your side to
keep you from getting your ass kicked by other girls... "

Brenda was right again. I couldn't fight, and it seemed that girls had no
problem with beating me up. Well a friend of Staci's came from out of the
club, and it was Brenda that suggested to him, that he take Staci home, after
he pulled himself up to our company, and seeing Staci lying there knockedout.
The man didn't debate the idea of taking Staci to her place, nor asked what
had happened, but did take Staci to his vehical from there, leaving with her.

After that night at the club, the night Brenda saved me from a further
asskicking from Staci, we began dating each other again on a regular basis.
Brenda once again took control of our relationship.

What was really embarassing though was that Brenda would never allow me to
fight my own battles. Even though i was afraid of girls, i would fight back
against men. It was a time at a bar, with myself being with Brenda, that two
guys started on me. Well as i rose from our booth to greet these guys with a
fight, Brenda suddenly stood up too her feet, telling me, " No honey, i'll
take care of these two assholes for you... " One of the men then laughed
heartily saying, " Ahhh,, he needs a little girl for a bodygaurd... " Before
the man could say anything more, Brenda was all over the two men, like white
on rice. I couldn't believe what was happening. Brenda was laying into these
two men like a prize fighter, pounding them senseless.

One man came towards Brenda ready to attack after she had just bloodied his
nose, and mouth. Before the man could reach her though, Brenda finished the
one man off with rising backkick to his jaw, sending him back flat on his ass,
well out of commission now.

The other man was now nearing Brenda advancing on her quickly in a fit of
rage, he sent a sweeping blow of his fist over Brenda's ducking head. The
man's punch missed terribaly, and as he followed through with finding nothing
but air, he spun around turning his attention to Brenda. What the man met was
now facing was Brenda sending a series of lightning quick jabs to his face,
peppering him with a large barrage of punishing punches that stung something
terribaly.

I could see the panic, and fear sweep across this man's face, as he was now
finding himself helpless, and unable to ward off Brenda's attack. I could also
see that the man was now crying, with tears running down his beaten red face.
Pure panic, pure fear, this man was now experiencing what a young gorgeous
woman to do to him in a fistfight. Well i didn't have to imagine that he
wasn't enjoying this asskicking Brenda was dishing out to him, because i
already knew, that an asskicking from Brenda wasn't no enjoyment at all, in
fact it was quite the opposite.

The poor guy could do nothing but backpeddle away from Brenda, as she moved in
on him with a catlike quickness, punishing his face, then body with repeated
blows of her talented fighting fists. As the man was backing away towards the
front door entrance of the bar from Brenda in desperation, trying to avoid
Brenda's assault upon him, another patron was just now entering. The newcomer
too the bar suddenly stepped out of the way, as Brenda's sent a hard side kick
into the man's midsection that she was fighting sending him out through the
opening of the front entrance in a lightening quick flash.

I had gotten back to my feet quickly, and followed Brenda out of the bar along
with several others. After getting outside, i saw the man lying on his back on
the sidewalk with Brenda now mounting him. Brenda then grabbed the man by his
shirt collar with her left taking a tight grip, and nearly choking the poor
bastard out. Brenda then with her right balled her hand into a hard fist, and
sent a barrage of smashing knuckles into the guy's face, turning his face into
hamburger.. The poor guy was a mess when Brenda finished him up, leaving him
unconsience, and a bloodied bruised pulp.

Brenda then turned to me, and accepted the applause of those cheering her for
her victory of just whupping the shit of of two men bigger then her. Now
myself i believe i could have taken these men, and wouldn't of mind having
Brenda's help, but she didn't want it that way. Brenda was the boss, and when
it came to brawling in bars Brenda took care of buisness, excluding me.

Funny thing was i fell in love with Brenda, and had popped the question too
her. Well Brenda accepted my proposel, and shortly there after, we were
husband, and wife!

The end,, and the beginning of a grand relationship...

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