Jaime-Part 2
By Wanderer
Jaime selects a mate-who's in charge, anyway?


This is adult material. Please do not read if you are under age 21 or laws in
your country forbid you to do so.

After Bob graduated (please see "Jaime's Excellent Tutor") and went on to
graduate school at a different university, Jaime (pronounced Jay-me) completed
her college education. Bob had taught her good study habits and how to
organize the material so she was capable of earning "A" grades, but she wanted
some diversity in her life. She did enough studying to get herself a high "B"
grade point average, and that permitted her enough time to engage in the
sports activities she loved and also some partying. Unfortunately the partying
had drawbacks for her. Oh, it wasn't her looks that were the problem. She was
gorgeous, a beautiful blonde, long hair, hypnotic blue eyes, and a body-wow,
words can't describe it. All the college boys would want it, even some of her
horny old professors, but they worried about losing their tenure. The boys on
campus had no such compunctions and you didn't have to be the campus hero to
date her. It was easy to get a date with Jaime. Why, you may ask. Well,
because all the campus heroes had already had a date with her, and the word
got around. Their egos told them that Jaime would put out for them, and that
wasn't Jaime. She wanted them to respect her, not grope her. Many a guy ended
their dates with Jaime with a black eye, or a tooth or two missing. Word soon
got around the BMOC-Big Men on Campus-"Stay away from that bitch-she won't put
out."

So Jaime had lots of time for sports and the occasional date that came her way
from some nerdy guy who hadn't heard of her reputation. That was O.K. with
her. Her father was nerdy, like half a foot shorter than her mother, and Bob
had been nerdy too, but she had learned a lot from him, especially about
interpersonal relationships (oh, well, it was sex, all right?). She was
interested, but she wanted to call the shots, so it was that an occasional
timid nerd had the sexual experience of a life time, whereas the aggressive
campus hot shots got black eyes and broken fingers for their trouble.

That left Jaime plenty of time for sports. She took out her frustrations in
the gym weight room, sometimes lifting so furiously and so heavily guys would
just stand around in awe, watching her go through her routine, bulgy muscles
popping out in every part of her feminine body. Her muscles couldn't help but
respond to the heavy weights she was loading on the bars.

Jaime played goalie on the soccer team-the men's-and she took great care to
cover up her muscles. She wore extra long shorts to cover her 34 inch thighs
and she made sure her socks came up to her knees to cover her 23 inch calves.
But she couldn't cover up her skills. Once, when the game was tied at 1-1, the
opposing team removed their goalie to add another offensive player to their
attack. Jaime kicked the ball on a line drive right into the opposing team's
goal and Jaime's team won 2-1. And more than a few soccer balls suddenly
deflated when Jaime's foot met the ball. They blamed it on shoddy
construction, nobody suspecting how powerful Jaime's thighs were.

When picking her major Jaime decided she didn't want to spend her life sitting
in a chair, like a stockbroker, or behind a desk, like a bank loan officer or
someone's secretary, so she decided on pursuing a career in criminology. That
would give her an opportunity to be active instead of sedentary, and being
idealistic she felt she might be able to contribute something to society.

So when Jaime got her degree in Criminology she applied to her home town
police department for a position. The intelligence test was no problem and she
made sure that she barely passed the physical test so that she didn't call any
attention to her physical abilities. The police department was eager to have
her since they were low on their quota of minorities and women and after a
short training period at the police academy her assignment was with a veteran
police officer in a rundown drug and crack oriented neighborhood, the usual
first assignment to test the rookie officers. Naturally the 'hood gangs
couldn't wait to test this new cop on the beat, and especially a woman
officer. "Yo, mama, I got what you want, right here," they would say, reaching
for their crotches.

"Really?" she would answer, acting interested, "can I check it out?"

"Sure, mama, it's just what you need, you come get it now."

Jaime would saunter over, grab a handful of cock and balls, and squeeze. After
a few macho gang members wound up in the hospital with crushed testicles the
word quickly spread not to mess with her. And those who tried to pull a knife
or gun on her would quickly be staring at an empty hand as Jaime had lightning
quick reflexes from her years of involvement in sports and karate. If they
insisted on physically attacking her it took just one punch from her powerful
25 inch biceps to put them out cold. Her district lieutenant and headquarters
captain were amazed by how quiet and peaceful her patrol area became all of a
sudden as the area toughs moved on to more receptive climes.

Occasionally Jaime was required to appear in court when she would arrest a
perp. Her arrests were always clean and valid but the district attorney's
office always met with her first to counsel her on opposing attorney tactics.
Often she would meet with one of the assistant district attorneys who had been
with the department four years, a very handsome gentleman whose looks appealed
to Jaime, but he was professional, a very by-the-rules kind of a guy. Jaime
also wanted to be considered professional so she never used any of her
feminine wiles to try to attract him, but sometimes the work session would
drag into the dinner hour and they would go out for a bite to eat during which
they could continue to talk business. Gradually Greg (that was his name) began
to loosen up and Jaime discovered he had a very wry sense of humor and along
with his good looks and 6' 3" height Jaime, who despite her extraordinary
beauty was often dateless and lonely, found herself attracted to him. He was
always the gentleman, he never made physical advances toward her and he
treated her with respect. They started to have a drink before their working
dinner, maybe an after dinner drink, and communication between them became
easier.

One dinner session Greg said to Jaime, "Jaime, you always seem to be available
for our pre-trial sessions, you never say no, doesn't a beautiful girl like
you have a social life?"

"Thank you for the complement," she giggled, "but I think men are afraid of
me, I think my looks intimidate them, they figure I'm already going out with
some Adonis. Also, I'm tall for a girl at 5' 10", and shorter guys feel I'd
have some aversion to them, but really I don't. Why, my dad is only 5' 6" and
my mom is half a foot taller than he is, and she loves him and I love him.
What matters to me is the heart and the personality, not the inches-except
maybe some place," she giggled, being on her second pre-dinner drink. But the
comment passed over Greg's head. "I get so lonely sometimes," she lamented.

"Well, Jaime," Greg responded, "you know I'm single, and I get lonely too, why
don't we go out to a movie or something sometime, when we don't have to
discuss a court case?"

"I'd love it," Jaime said, "you're very funny when you want to be, and I won't
hold it against you that you're 6' 3" tall" she giggled.

So Jaime and Greg began dating. She found him jovial, convivial, and always a
perfect gentleman. As a matter of fact she found herself wishing he wasn't so
proper because being a healthy young woman she wanted her libido addressed,
but she reassured herself with the thought that it would only be a matter of
time.

Sure enough, after a six month courtship Greg proposed marriage and Jaime
eagerly accepted. Greg was somewhat stunned when he met Jaime's parents. Just
as Jaime had said, her father was about 5' 6" and her mother was an imposing
figure at nearly six feet. But Greg concluded it was a nice family, although
perhaps Jaime's mother was a trifle overbearing. On the other hand Jaime was a
little shocked when she met Greg's parents. His father was not as tall as
Greg, he was about 6' 1", but his mother was a tiny woman, maybe 5' 2" tall
and very slim. Somehow Jaime got the impression that she was very old and very
tired, even though she wasn't even 50 yet. And Greg's father seemed to be
quite demanding. "Honey, get me this, honey get me that, honey you know I
don't like that TV program, get me the football game." Jaime almost spoke up,
but she decided to held her tongue-no sense in getting off on the wrong foot
with the man who was going to be her father-in-law.

They had a lovely wedding, it was a dream come true for Jaime. She was a
beautiful bride, there was no doubt she was a stunner, and Greg looked oh so
handsome in his tuxedo. Greg's father at 6' 1" looked a little disdainfully at
Jaime's dad who was only 5' 6", but his attitude seemed to change when Greg
discreetly told his dad that Jaime's father had quite a few million dollars in
the bank, but Greg's dad was uncomfortable with Jaime's mother. His dad was
used to his little 5' 2" wife, and here he was staring eye to eye with this
female who stood toe to toe with him and didn't blink. He was unnerved to say
the least. Jaime and Greg took no notice, they were so much in love they only
had eyes for each other. They were very gracious to all their friends and
relatives at the wedding but they changed their clothes and snuck out just as
soon as it was socially acceptable to do so. They wanted to spend their first
night together in each other's arms and get ready for their honeymoon flight
to Hawaii the next day. They escaped the shower of rice and headed to Greg's
home which was to be their little love nest.

Greg parked the car when they arrived and they happily skipped up the path to
their front door. Greg opened it and Jaime was about to go in when he stopped
her.

"Just a minute, honey, we have a little ritual to perform here."

Jaime giggled. "Oh, honey, I thought we got all the rituals out of the way at
the church?"

"Well," responded Greg, "it's a little old fashioned, but I think it's
symbolic of the male-female relationship. My dad did it to my mom, and he
cautioned me just before our ceremony today how important it was that you and
I start off on the right foot and have an early grasp of what our married
roles are to be. My dad and his dad before him had a traditional family, the
male is head of the household and the wife takes direction from him, I'm sure
you would agree that works best, there really should be only one leader in a
family and the wife needs to be a follower and of course the children learn to
be followers and to be obedient by watching the example their mother sets."

Jaime was aghast at this male chauvinist declaration coming from her
bridegroom. During their conferences on police legal matters Greg had always
treated her with the utmost respect, and as an equal. She was the arresting
cop, he was the prosecuting assistant district attorney. Never did she dream
that the relationship that they had just entered into would be anything but
50-50. She was stunned and speechless.

Greg took Jaime's silence to indicate acquiescence. Of course he expected
nothing else. "Now," said Greg, "the little part of the ceremony of the males
in my lineage is that we carry the bride over the threshold. I realize it's
kind of corny, but in my family it has special significance. It seals the
relationship between bride and groom. It is symbolic and indicates that I will
be the leading spouse." Without giving Jaime a chance to respond-she was still
speechless, trying to absorb this new information flooding her brain-Greg bent
down and lifted Jaime into his arms. Well, he tried to, anyway. He hadn't
counted on Jaime's heft. Now Jaime wasn't fat-no way. She was 5' 10" tall, and
maybe a normal female this height might weigh 150 or so, but Jaime was all
muscle. She weighed 195 pounds, but her appearance was deceptive. When she was
on police duty she wore the regulation police uniform, with pants, and aside
from her broad shoulders which many thought was extra shoulder padding in her
jacket, which it wasn't, she looked perfectly average size. No one could see
the mountainous thighs concealed by her pants legs, all of 34", or that the
jacket sleeve was covering 25" biceps. And Greg, who of course had seen Jaime
in a skirt knew she had awesome looking calves, 23", but he simply felt her
sports exposure to soccer had given her more leg development than the normal
woman. They had kissed and all that during their six month engagement but they
had maintained a very proper courtship because of their work relationship
despite Jaime's frequent urge to rape her now committed fiancee.

Now Greg was no lightweight himself. He had played basketball in college,
being 6' 3" and he swam some and he still went to the gym three times a week,
and he had a healthy appetite, so he tipped the scales at 215 pounds, but he
hadn't expected Jaime's concentrated bulk to be more than 150 pounds or so.
His first attempt to lift Jaime failed. "Wow, Jaime, I'm going to have to put
you on a diet," he kidded her. But Jaime failed to see the humor in the
remark. She kept herself in remarkably good physical shape because of her
police work and because of her heavy musculature she didn't consider herself
overweight at all.

Greg planted both feet firmly on the doorstep this time and grabbed Jaime more
firmly, his left hand encircling her slim waist and his right hand well
positioned under her knees. With a strong heave he straightened his flexed
knees and rose up. Jaime stayed where she was as his hands slipped from their
tight grip on her body.

"What the hell?" Greg muttered. "What have you been stuffing your face with?
Pizza every night?"

Jaime at last found her voice. "No, Greg, if anything I've been dieting a
little so I could fit into my tight wedding dress. I didn't know if I'd be
able to sit down," she giggled.

"Well, I'm going to see to it that you follow a strict diet from now on," he
muttered.

"Oh, honey, I'm sorry," Jaime said, chagrined at the trouble she was causing.
"Why don't we forget about this little ritual honey, you know I'll always be a
good girl," she giggled again.

"No, no!" Greg said emphatically, "my grandfather did this, my father did
this, what will I tell my dad, that I married a fat cow who I couldn't even
carry over the threshold?"

Jaime was stung by this slur on her physical attributes. She was seeing a side
of Greg that she had never seen before. She wasn't very happy but she decided
to hold her tongue. What bride wants to start an argument with the bridegroom
three hours after saying "I do"?

"Once more," Greg declared, "this time I'm going to get it!" He moved closer
to Jaime, hugging her body to him so as to get a tight grip, and bent at the
knees as if doing a squat. He circled Jaime's waist again with his left arm
and placed his right hand under her knees again and hugged her tightly to
himself once more, and heaved his body up, straightening his bent legs and
lifting Jaime. Well, he got her an inch or two off the ground before he
pitched forward, almost falling and dropping Jaime, but he caught himself in
time to let her go before she fell.

"Shit! He said.

Was it so hard to pick someone up, Jaime wondered. She'd carried Bob easily in
her powerful arms even when she was younger and attending college, but Bob was
lighter, he was only 5' 6" and 135 pounds, and she was 5' 10" and 170 pounds
even then. But Greg was 6' 3" and 215, and even though she had had to subdue
more than one football player while in college, which was child's play for
her, she had never picked them up and carried them anyplace. She decided that
the best thing she could do now was to exhibit patience.

"Come on, honey you can do it!" she exhorted Greg on.

Once more Greg tried, and again and again. Finally he just collapsed on the
stairs leading to their doorway and sat there, dejected.

"What am I going to tell my dad?" he moaned. "That I married a big fat cow?
I'll never live this down."

"Please, sweetheart, I'm not a big fat cow," Jaime pleaded.

"Oh yes you are, big fat cow, big fat cow!" Greg yelled at her. "Otherwise I
could pick you up and carry you over the threshold, just like my father and
his father before him did with their brides!"

Jaime had had enough. She wasn't a big fat cow. She had muscles. She didn't go
around advertising them, but she was very proud of them because she had worked
very hard to get them, and she wasn't very happy about the way this marriage
was starting off.

"Well, if you were in better physical condition maybe you could lift me," she
challenged him.

Greg started to get red in the face. "Nobody could lift you, you big fat cow!"
he yelled at her. "You must weigh a ton!"

"No, I only weigh 195," she responded.

"195! 195!" Greg sputtered. "Why my last girl friend only weighed 115
pounds-you weigh 80 pounds more than she did-that's almost a whole other
person! You're a big fat cow! Lifting you is like lifting two people!"

""Well, I'll bet your last girl friend couldn't do this!" Jaime said through
gritted teeth. And she bent down and picked Greg up easily from his seated
position on the porch steps and carried him inside the house, slamming the
door shut behind her with her right foot.

"Well, honey, I guess we know now who's going to be in charge," she giggled,
and Jaime held her husband in her arms easily, not even bothering to put him
down. "Now I hope you'll set a good example for our children, we want them to
be well behaved and obedient, just as I'm sure you will be," she declared.

"Why, w...what do you mean?" he muttered in a subdued voice, awed by her feat
of strength, her ability to do something he was unable to do.

"Well, your father and his father before him set up the criteria, the one who
carries the other over the threshold is in charge of the family. I didn't make
the rules, and since you couldn't do it I guess I'll be in charge from now on,
but don't worry, sweetheart, I'll try to be fair with you, I won't spank you
very often, and when I do I'll always try to do it out of sight of the kids!"

"Why you idiot, it's the men who are in charge of the family, not the women!"
he sputtered.

"Honey, you didn't say that-you indicated that the one who carries the spouse
over the threshold on the wedding day is in charge of the family from then on,
and that's me!"

"That's not what I meant, you bitch!" he raged. "Men are supposed to be in
charge of the family, everybody knows that!"

"Sweetheart, that's old fashioned thinking, and you know it," she said.

"The hell with you, you cunt!" he bellowed, "and you know that!"

"Honey, we have to do something about your language," Jaime said sweetly, "we
have to teach you more respect, otherwise our children will get the wrong
impression."

All this time Jaime had been holding Greg effortlessly in her muscular arms.
Now she carried the helpless man into the kitchen and dumped his body on the
kitchen table. When Jaime had attended the police academy as a rookie the
number one lesson was "Be Decisive, Be Quick." Never give the suspect the
opportunity to take control of the situation-it could cost you your life. So
without hesitation Jaime dumped Greg on the kitchen table and in a flash
grabbed the police handcuffs she had left on the kitchen counter and snapped
one cuff around Greg's left wrist and the other end around the table leg, and
before Greg could struggle off the table she had grabbed a backup pair and
done the same thing to Greg's right wrist so that before he could even
comprehend what had happened he found himself lying face down, each hand bound
to a table leg, essentially immobilized.

"Now, honey, about your rather abusive language towards me," Jaime said
softly, but with a sharp edge to her tone of voice.

"Screw you!" her new husband bellowed, "I'm getting an annulment as soon as I
get out of these damn cuffs!"

"But sweetheart," Jaime said, "I thought we had married for better of for
worse, just because it's a little worse for you now do you mean you want to
end it on our first day of marriage?"

"Damn right!" Greg declared.

"Well, honey," said Jaime, "I'm a police officer, sometimes we need to make
perps do things they don't want to do. I guess at this point I need to
persuade you that you need to clean up your language and learn to obey me and
what the consequences might be for you if you try to get an annulment, since I
believe in the 'for better or for worse part.'"

"Go to hell!" was Greg's response.

Jaime turned around looking for some kind of tool and spotted one of those big
wooden kitchen spoons. "Well, well, what have we here?" she mused. Picking it
up, she lightly tossed it in her fingers, feeling its heft. Then she brought
it down on Greg's rump with all her might. Now we must remember that Jaime has
an arm that measures 25" at the biceps, so that all her might was a
considerable force. Greg's ass must have bounced two feet off the kitchen
table top.

"Ooohhh," he howled, "that hurt!"

Again Jaime struck him.

"Oh my God, stop, stop, you're killing me!"

"Why, honey," Jaime said, "are you ready to obey me, and love me, and honor
me, and cherish me, just like we said in our wedding vows?"

"No way, you bitch!"

"Well, honey, I guess we'll just have to continue your punishment," she said,
and Jaime continued to apply the wooden utensil to Greg's backside with
renewed vigor. Greg started to whimper, and then tears came to the big man's
eyes as his pain became unbearable.

"My God, Jaime, you have to stop! Yes! Yes! I'll do anything you say-only
please stop! God, I think you've broken my ass!"

Jaime pondered. "Well, I guess 'ass' is O.K. to use, it's only a three letter
word. But you understand there are to be no more four letter words, we don't
want you inadvertently slipping up around our kids, do we, now? And you
understand that since I carried you over the threshold I will now direct our
activities as a family-in plain language, I'm going to tell you what to do
from here on out?"

A reluctant Greg considered his response carefully, then said, "Yes, Jaime, I
was the one that set up the parameters and then I couldn't live up to them and
you did, and I love you, and I know I was angry but it just wouldn't be right
to end our marriage the day it started, I want to give it every chance to
work. I knew you were a well conditioned athlete when I proposed, and I'd
heard rumors about how gangs on the street feared you, but I thought it was
all bullshit-oh, I'm sorry, Jaime," he said as he noticed a flicker of
disapproval cross her beautiful face at the use of the four letter word. "I
thought it was all baloney, but now I know it was all true," a contrite Greg
said.

A smiling and victorious Jaime went about undoing the handcuffs securing Greg
to the kitchen table top, and before he could move she scooped him up in her
powerful arms. They were certainly an incongruous sight, had anyone been
peering through the kitchen window. Even though she was a tall 5' 10", because
of her low body fat and concentrated muscular structure Jaime looked very
compact, whereas Greg, although 6' 3" and also athletic, had a higher level of
body fat and was certainly less muscular than Jaime, so that it looked almost
like a small child was carrying her father after punishing him.

Jaime carried Greg to a nearby chair and sat down, placing Greg on her lap.
There she cradled him to her sturdy body, holding him on her muscular thighs,
as one would a small child.

"Greg, honey, maybe we should have had this discussion before, but I just
didn't think it was going to be a problem. I know you were an athlete in
college, but you're never going to match me. You see this bicep?" she
questioned, as she pulled up her sleeve to expose her upper arm. "That's 25".
I may be a genetic freak, but I worked hard to get them this big. I thought
maybe I could somehow conceal my strength from you but here it came out on the
very first day of our marriage. I realize you're taller than I am, honey, and
heavier, but I'm much stronger than you are-here, feel this bicep," and Jaime
began flexing her right arm back and forth as Greg sat on her left thigh,
fascinated to see the height to which Jaime's biceps rose as she contracted
it. Gingerly he reached out to touch. It was so big he couldn't envelop it
with both hands and it was rock hard. Despite his confusion and bewilderment
at being relegated to secondary status when he had started out the morning
thinking he was to be top dog of the family being created that day he felt a
significant stiffening in the crotch of his pants, and Jaime didn't fail to
notice. She reached down and unzipped his fly and studied the monster that
came out.

"For me?" she giggled. Rising easily with her 215 pound burden from the chair
she had been sitting in with Greg on her lap she was so happy she tossed her
groom lightly into the air about a foot or so and caught him on the way down.
She repeated this several times as she carried Greg to the stairs. "Come on,
honey, let's have some fun, shall we?" Jaime asked rhetorically as she carried
the docile giant easily up the stairs to their bedroom.

Greg turned out to be a very obedient husband so that his spankings were
relatively few and far between, and of course their children were very
obedient and well behaved. I mean, after all, they had the example their
father set for them, didn't they?