4th time is just sad or.....

After my wife learnt about my three encounters with my schoolmate Geet and how she beat me up in school, college, and as a military trained adult. She was amazed, horrified, and pitiful. She told me to relax and I felt ashamed. She was sympathetic towards me getting bullied in early age. but knowing that her man is a wimp that got beaten in front of her children may have taken a toll on her as I felts she lost respect for me. Not to mention the sight of my beaten, pants-less body with torn shirt and stripped medals bring carried by smaller woman should have given her chills. She herself had to carry her husband's body which she didn't know she was capable of ? All that made her a bit distant maybe a little bossy. I worked out all the time and punching the punching bag imagining Geet's face on it. She noticed me being too aggressive during my workout. She talked to me "I know you are angry, but don't pick another fight with her- you'll lose - she is stronger than you, smarter than you, better skilled at fighting than you". I took it as an attack on my dignity and said "how can you say that ? why don't you believe in me, I have to do this for our children, for us". "If you're gonna do his you're gonna do this for you. our kids have already seen a woman kick their father's ass in uniform. They still love you and respect her. Don't do more to make them think it is sad" she said.

I boiled with rage, and went to run. I ran fast and far. I went back to the playground, and saw flashbacks of the slaps, of the being lifted and thrown around, of being humiliated by pants being taken off on the swing, of being scissored between her powerful legs as she did a pull up, of being beat up to the slide. As I saw Geet casually walking from the grocery store. She didn't notice me, but her tank top accentuated her toned physique. I followed her in a hoodie and hid enough. My training has kinda made me good at stalking. I did this for 3 days and followed her to see when her guard is the most down. One day I took a cricket bat with me and waited behind a bush as she walked back from the grocery store with milk, bread and eggs. As she got in the zone, I jumped out of the bush behind her quietly and hit her head. Hard enough to knock her out, not hard enough to make her bleed or die. She dropped her grocery and held her head. I swung the bat behind her knee cap making her fall on her knees. I came in front of her and pushed her chest with the bat making her fall. I pinned her down with the bat and my body as she held my bat and tried to push me. She looked pissed, hurt, and a lil scared. I felt bad for being a coward but It served her right for beating me up pointlessly all those times. I said, " This is how it feels, to be powerless, and getting punished for something you didn't do". She smiled and said " really, asshole, punished - please, you are weak, you liked it. all three times". I got angrier, and said "Who do you call weak ?". "you, who knows you can't beat me, you, who attacked me like a coward with weapon, you who think this time will be any different". I got pissed, and raised an arm to slap her as she did to me so many times. Doing so, I left the bat with only my one hand pinning her. She chest pressed me off her with her one hand as my slap just swung in the air, with the other she punched me hard in my stomach making me curl up. She adjusted the bat such that I was curled over it and my face hung down. She simply started getting up - yes getting up on her feet as my body hung on a bat which was in her one arm. Her Turkish push up was so perfect, I was bewildered by her strength. She smiled tilting her head and rotated the bat with a jerk that I rolled in the air twice as I fell a few feet away. 

I got up and attacked her, got a block block, punch, kick in the inner thigh (so close to balls), chopped my shoulder blade, twisted my arm, flipped me around twice....lifted me across her shoulders as she stood up straight. Her posture was amazing and her back and shoulder muscles rippled underneath my weight. She still pressed me over her shoulders and threw me against the bush I was hiding in. I was scared as she reached for me and grabbed me by the leg and pulled me off the bush and raised me upside down. She is shorter than me so she had to raise her arm up out for me to hang off the ground bare cms looking up to her crotch and boobs. I was getting a hard on being overpowered, my crotch was almost at her face level. She looked at it and said "See , you like it, you love it, don't pretend that night was not your favorite night" and she simply threw me to her side. I fell near the bat. I picked the bat up and attacked her with ferocity, she blocked the bat with her forearms WTF what are they made of, her abdomen absorbed the bat fits like crazy making my arms hurt instead from vibrations. When she had enough, she made a punch and punched me as I was attacking her through the bat...... splitting in half and connecting with my chest making me fly and fall 2 feet away. Her knuckles were bruised and she looked pissed as she shook it. I was still holding the handle on the bat as it had broken in half with other 2 parts lying around us. She walked ferociously scaring me as I got on me feet and started to run. I ran through the park, market, neighborhoods as she just kept walking. I reached my house and knocked maniacally as my wife opened the door saying "What is the hurry?" I got in and tried to close the door as she caught it in the middle. I got pushed back with the door as she formidably opened it walking inside. Watching my bruised scared face and muddied body from our scuffle my wife understood what I had done. She yelled at kids to go to their room. As Geet was standing in our house as if she owned it. Kids ran up and I followed them... I was going up the stairs barely making it to 4th step as Geet grabbed me by my pants and threw me across the room to our sofa. She ran and climbed me up locking me into her legs and made me fall down to the ground trapped between her legs. She easily pinned my arms to each side of my head and looked at my wife as I squirmed. She tucked both my hands under her legs and started slapping me - painfully making my cheeks red each time glaring at my wife. She tore my t-shirt open and got up. I tried crawling out as she got my pants and tore them towards the seam of my inner legs until they were totally done. She grabbed my shoulder and picked up my naked body to my feet and pinned me against a wall lifting me 2 inches above the floor. I was crying squirming, but had an enormous hard on. my wife was watching mute gasping at display of strength and marvel, and my manhood like she has never seen before, big hard, directing exactly at Geet as she controlled me.

Geet again had the eye-conversation with my wife.... as she released me from the pin lift. As my feet touched the ground, she simply touched my penis with her index finger and stepped aside as I ejected my load moaning passionately. Cum dripping everywhere as i collapsed on the ground still cumming and moaning naked. Geet walked out of the house smiling as my wife picked up the blanket from the couch and came to cover me. 

My entire body was so sensitive that her touch made me squirm and offload even more. She cleaned up all the mess she could, it wasn't easy as it took almost a fourth of a roll of paper towels. She came to me and squatted, wrapping me up in the blanket and picking me up. She took me to the bathroom where I just laid in the tub without much energy. 

I joined her in bed as she looked towards the ceiling as if her perspective on life is changing. I wish I knew what was going through her head. Did geet destroy my life for one final time or ................