Alice had always excelled at sport as a girl, especially gymnastics. This, she found, provided a basis for ability at other sports, because it taught the body adaptability and suppleness. Fiercely competitive, she especially loved to take on boys at any sport. How satisfying it was to beat them! So it’s no surprise that she took to karate in her teens and became a black belt.

All this delighted her mother, who had a great influence on her. “You must impose your will on your husband from the start,” she advised her for the future. “Do not allow him to be assertive. You must break his spirit at once, and the only way to do that is to beat him and humiliate him in combat, as I did your father.”

The words stayed with Alice, and on the evening of her wedding she knew that now was the time. She and her new husband, Jeff, arrived at her family’s estate and went straight to the guest suite for their honeymoon. The servants were told to keep out of the way, but to answer them if they rang for service.

The reason the servants were strictly kept apart was that Alice’s family knew she would be carrying out her duty, and it was to be kept a secret. From the guest suite, a short walk led to the “husband-taming ring” where she would perform that ritual. This was the way it had to be, she knew, as she swept into the suite, still in her beautiful wedding dress.

“Give me a few minutes,” she whispered to Jeff, kissing him as she spoke, “I need to change out of this dress.”

“Don’t be long,” he implored her, eagerly starting to undress.

Alice changed into her fabulous nightie/leotard. It was black, which suited her perfectly, and was bordered with a sexy lace pattern. It was also ideal for fighting in, and was complemented by her trim black boots. She went back into the bedroom, to find Jeff lying naked on the bed.

“My word, you’re gorgeous!” he told her. “But why are you looking at me in that strange way?”

“We need to fight first.”

“You, WHAT?”

“I have to tame you, and force you to my will.”

“What for?” he demanded truculently (a good sign).

“They are my mother’s instructions.”

“Look, I enjoy a mother-in-law joke as much as anyone else, but this is going a bit far,” he grinned.

“Yes, she also said many men try to joke their way out of situations, as a way to disguise their fear.”

“I’m not afraid,” he insisted.

“Then come and fight,” she insisted in turn.

“I can’t fight in the clothes I have with me.”

“Then fight naked. It’s private after all. No one else is in this part of the estate. My mother said that men will look for any excuse to avoid a fight that they are terrified of losing.”

“I’ve had enough of this,” he told her, standing up. “Lead the way.”

She took him by the hand, and led him out of the various rooms and into the yard, which bordered their extensive aloe farm. At the end of the yard was the ring, covered so it couldn’t be viewed from any of the upper story rooms, and to protect the combatants from the fierce, aloe-growing, sun. They climbed through the ropes, and faced each other in the centre.

“This is crazy,” complained Jeff. “There we were, about to consummate our marriage, and now we’re facing off in a boxing ring!”

“We will still consummate our marriage, but we’ll do it on my terms,” Alice answered. “In a way, the fight is part of the consummation.”

“You’re mad – ah, shit!”

Her left fist cracked him under the chin. It was a beautiful uppercut, and deserved to have an audience. The lady in her lacy black leotard, which clung to her curvy figure and delightful breasts, punched the man ferociously under his chin and sent him reeling. His hands went up to his face as if he was crying (perhaps he was).

At first Alice was contemptuous at the sight, but then she saw the funny side. One punch, and he was in disarray! Jeff eventually took his hands away from his face – and she swung a right hook into his jaw. He staggered at the impact, and tried to ward her off any old how, but she dived her left fist into his kidney. His side felt as if it was on fire, and he lurched forward trying both to breathe and to absorb the pain. Unfortunately for him his position exposed his face, and Alice’s right fist crashed into his jaw.

Jeff was close to panic. Like a lot of people, he had had his share of fights, especially when growing up, but he was up against a seasoned fighter, who knew how to make every punch tell. Where the hell had she learnt it? Her fiend of a mother, perhaps? His fraught questioning was abruptly interrupted by his wife’s fist on his chin. Her ramrod-straight left cross made his teeth bang together and put him on the ropes.

Alice allowed him back into the centre (in truth he felt more like climbing out of the ropes and running away – but try doing that with no clothes on), and welcomed him with her right fist under his chin. She obviously enjoyed fighting, and she grinned as her uppercut jolted his head back. Then she followed up by what could best be described as a left sweep. Jeff actually ran a couple of steps with its trajectory, for a brief moment of sheer comedy.

But full marks to him, the brief, ungainly run enabled him to stay on his feet. Alice laughed and congratulated him, with a touch of irony. Enraged, he lashed out with his right fist; she leant back out of harm’s way, and hooked her right boot into his balls.

NOW he went down! Clutching his injured manhood, Jeff lay in the foetal position, groaning. All Alice could do was laugh. Indeed, she seemed to treat the whole occasion as a big joke. She found it funnier still when Jeff got up, sporting a huge erection.

“Oh, my word!” she cried. “I know it’s our wedding night, but there’s a time and a place, you know. Unless it’s a defeat boner.”

“A what?” Jeff asked, wincing with the extra pain of the erection, after having so recently been kicked there.

“A defeat boner. Men tend to get them when they get beaten up by a woman.”

“You haven’t beaten me up.”

“Yet.”

“Damn you!” he shouted, striking out with his right; but a swift right jab to his cheek stunned him, and threw the stroke off target. Then her left foot sailed up into his balls, with a sickening smacking sound. Jeff cried out, but Alice interrupted him by grabbing his right wrist, stretching his arm, and elbowing him in the chin from the side. She then let go of his wrist, and her right boot went thudding into his ribcage.

Smiling all the time, Alice set his kidney on fire once more with a hefty right punch. What with the blow to Jeff’s ribs, and now this, he was temporarily paralysed, so she had the time for her next assault. Pivoting on her right foot, with all the dexterity and elegance of a ballerina, she super kicked with her left foot, catching her unfortunate husband on his chin, jaw and mouth. This blow alone scored several cuts, and Jeff punched blindly in a panic. It got nowhere; meanwhile his wife propelled her right boot into his ribcage again.

Each intake of breath hurt Jeff (and would do for weeks). He began to wonder how much punishment he could take. Well, Alice was on hand to show him. Balancing on her right foot, she high kicked, and got him in pretty much the same area as before, exploiting her previous wounds, and adding one or two new ones.

“I’ve been neglecting my husband’s balls!” Alice laughed, planting her left boot in them, and causing the pain to vibrate through his entire body. “Wifely duty will be resumed!”

“She’s a sadist!” thought the petrified Jeff. The throbbing, intense pain made him feel sick. There seemed to be no end to the onslaught as Alice cracked him in the chin with her elbow.

Moving behind, she put him in a headlock, gripping his neck in her powerful arms. With her feet placed squarely, to give her the best purchase, she began to pull. Jeff had no option but to give way by degrees, and she brought him inexorably down to the mat. She maintained the headlock, kneeling beside him, and ratcheted the constriction up a couple of notches, so it became more of a choke.

Alice partially relented, to allow him to sink to the mat onto his back. But once there, she reinforced the choke. Feeling him go weak, she let go and – astonishingly – kissed him. Her hand travelled downwards over his body while they kissed, and then caressed his tight balls, sending the blood pumping furiously to his groin.

The battered man’s wife now sat beside him, facing him. Putting one foot in his face, she took hold of his erect cock.

“This (among other things) is what you thought you would be getting right now, isn’t it?” she murmured, moving her fingers hypnotically over, around, and along his cock.

“Yeah,” he groaned, but it’s uncertain whether it was from pain, pleasure, or both.

“And so you can have it. But it has to be on my terms, do you understand?”

His reply was a number of incoherent sounds.

“I didn’t catch any of that!” Alice laughed.

“Oh yeah, don’t stop!”

“I WILL stop!” she announced, releasing his cock and grabbing his throat (but lying heavily against his cock at the same time). “You don’t get to tell me to stop or not. You still haven’t learnt. Come on, up with you!” She brought him to his knees, with her hands still clasping his throat and neck.

“You obviously need a little more dominating,” she concluded, before forcing him to his feet, and blasting his ribcage with her left knee. She swapped knees, but kept the same target. It seemed that every rib must now be bruised and cracked. He had never been so badly beaten up. Surely there was no greater pain than what she had done to his poor ribs …

There was, though, and her left knee proved it in his balls. Back came the nausea; back came those waves of pain, that seemed to travel in floods as far as his ears in one direction and his toes in another; back came the terror and despair.

Like a furious tigress, Alice leapt at her husband, driving her right knee into his manhood and clawing his face at the same time. He collapsed onto his back for the last time, vanquished, dominated and humiliated. He put his hands up in surrender; she put her foot on his chest and nodded.

“This is the way it has to be from now on,” she told him, “Do you understand now?”

“Yes dear.”

Success! Alice had tamed her husband in one short hour, she thought happily, while she stood posing over him for her own satisfaction. It was all the sweeter, because she had beaten her sister, who had taken twice the time to master her husband.