Domination at the Women's Institute
Copyright© 2011 by Jim Priest
Chapter 2: Matron Crawford
“Glenn!” Mum’s voice attracted my attention. Worryingly she has changed into one of those white silk kimono dresses that shimmer with every move. Coming down to about mid-thigh, a good deal more of her thick shapely legs, sheathed in sheer tan stockings, are on show than a mum ought to. “I ... I er need the bathroom” I explained as I reached her. “No Glenn, I told you to stay out of trouble. Now you will just have to live with your shame until we go home” her soft voice had a stern edge. “Now come here and watch” she told me. “Er ... Isn’t that a bit short for you?” I asked with trepidation not sure of how she would react. Luckily she didn’t seem to take offense. “What this? Don’t you think I’ve got rather good legs for my age?” she said brightly with a smile and with that she lifted up the hem to show her stocking tops. Oh God! I couldn’t stop looking. I was staring at my mum’s legs and thinking how great they were. I noticed dad was looking too. “Yes, I thought so too” she said with a chuckle lowering the hem and turning around to watch something. The high heels made sexy diamond shapes stand out on mum’s large shapely calves and I mentally kicked myself for perving on my mum.
Miss Primm and Proper addressed the watching women, her tailored white satin dress pinched her plump waist emphasising her ample bust “In the dojo you will only wear a short white satin kimono with stockings, suspenders and high heels. Nothing else” she said with her gaze travelling across the crowd then lingering on me as she added “A bra for the more endowed lady if you must”. Trigged by her words, my eyes went straight for her splendid cleavage. A satisfied pout appeared on her lips and her stern gaze moved on. “No knickers. You must be ready to dominate men sexually at all times. To remind them who is boss not just in combat but also in the bedroom”. I must have misheard because, phroar! I couldn’t keep my eyes off those big full boobs visible through the laced front of her satin outfit. The stuck up cow had a great pair on her, I’d give her that. “Outside you should wear skirts or dresses, never slacks or leggings” she told them. I fully agreed with that. “Stockings, suspenders and high heels but no panties; You must remain feminine and elegant at all times, ready to assert your dominance on any man or boy at any time in any place” she looked and sounded really snooty but I couldn’t believe the words coming from her tiny pouting mouth. “He may be the man who doesn’t give up his seat for you on the crowded train. He may be the boy with his headphones on too loud. You must be prepared at all times to impose your will and ridicule their sexual capabilities and miniscule fighting skills”.
WTF feminist claptrap was this? I thought this was the WI? She was looking at me again with her pinched expression, as if daring me to laugh or make some remark. I felt my dick reawaken under her wilting gaze and tried not to look at her boobs. Finally she turned towards the mat, giving me a view of those laced up big bouncers from the side. I spotted a fine silver necklace with a circular pendant of some busty Indian bird dancing with loads of arms and legs, nestling in her deep cleavage. “Matron Crawford will now demonstrate, with the help of her sons and husband, how being 58 is no impediment when maintaining disciple with patients and staff at the local hospital” she announced.
From a room at the far end of the hall emerge four men wearing full karate gi with high grade black belts. All are well over 6’, muscular built and mean looking with shaven skinhead cuts. Three of them look like they are in their late 30’s and the more weather beaten crinkly one obviously the father. I recognise one of the sons as Steve whose face was in the local papers as a right viscous bastard who should have went to prison but somehow got off scot-free. He had the highest belt ranking and I was disgusted somebody had taught a thug like that Karate. The men formed 2 lines looking distinctly uncomfortable. A slim woman who looks about 5’4” tall walks down their middle towards where we are standing. The first thing that catches my attention is her figure which is very slim although not a pronounced hour glass as Mrs. Knight, yet pleasing on the eye. It tapers slightly from square shoulders to her waist then curves out to nice rounded hips. Her stomach looks flat and firm, though bust is disappointingly small. Her silk kimono is so short that it is barely covers his crotch and is cut high upon her hips exposing her best asset which is absolutely sensational legs. Although slender the way the muscles under her skin move as she walks suggests latent strength like dancer. Sheathed in sheer black nylon stockings with stocking tops high up upon the leg with black suspenders, they really are very sexy for someone her age. As she walks, her smooth legs swell with strong outer and inner thigh muscles and strong toned calves bringing back memories of my defeat with that young gymnast.
Despite a hot body her face is startling. Although not outright ugly, neither did I find her attractive and thought her face mannish. It looked quite big compared with her slim body and was rather long with a high forehead and a prominent chin. Her eyes were long narrow blue eyes made feminine with thick eyelashes and mascara but above this sat very thick black eyebrows which I thought repulsive. A long broad nose sits between those eyes and leads to a wide mouth with thick lips covered in a smear of red lipstick. She showed her age too with deep crease lines curving from the sides of her lower nose around the corners of her mouth highlighting her broad flat cheeks and wrinkles lining her high forehead. Thick wavy hair, dyed red, swept back from her forehead into a high wave on top of her head and continued down to her small ears.
“I have worked for the National Health Service for over 40 years and for many of them as Matron” her voice was loud, strident and stern with a slight rasp. Being surrounded by a bunch of toughs in full gi didn’t seem to bother her. “Frankly I am fed up with the namby-pamby liberal attitudes of interfering politicians and businessmen sticking their politically correct opinions where they are not welcome” She stood ramrod straight with her hands on hips with her head slowly turning to make eye contact with each and every one of her audience. “Patients and staff alike should be dealt with a strong hand and discipline” she said. “Bert” she said quietly and her husband stepped towards her. His wife stood absolutely still as he came up behind her then struck like a viper. In the blink of an eye, she had seized his hand and twisted his arm under her armpit while applying a double wrist lock. “Ouch!” Bert cried as his wife leant back bending his arm the wrong way against her side and forcing him to his knees. It was quite exciting watching a small woman overpowering a much bigger man, although it uncomfortably reminded me of how Mrs. Knight overpowered me. “Ouch!” her face remained stony as she let her husband, who was a mean looking bastard, suffer in humiliation in front of all these women. “That is how easy it is to subdue an unruly patient who won’t take his medicine” she explained while Bert grimaced in pain.
Releasing her husband, she addressed the women while Bert returned to his place in line. “On the ward, Matron rules supreme. She is Queen; the absolutely authority. Nowadays youngsters seem to think they have freedom of speech to question my will. This is how I assert my authority” She explained. “Simon” she said quietly nodding to one of her sons. Simon stepped forward, looking mean, and for a moment they faced each other off holding each other’s sleeves. The lean muscles of her thighs flexed and waned as she opposed him. Suddenly she spun around and whipped him over her hip in a devastatingly fast O Goshi. WHAM! His big heavy body slammed loudly against the mat. That was beautifully executed, she was good. His mum gave a throaty chuckle “That’s how to put your staff in their rightful place”. Simon got to his feet looking slightly flushed and looking down at the floor and returned to the line.
“Some men hide behind knives, but they are fools if they think that will get the better of Matron” her strident voice said. She nodded to another son “Paul”. Another tough stepped forward and pulled out a thick stick that had been tucked into his belt. He came at her with his arm raised, plunging the stick downwards like a dagger. Showing no emotion and reacting fast, the slim mature woman crossed her arms vertically stopping the weapon before it struck. Quickly, one hand seized his wrist as she wrapped up his upper arm with her own. Pushing forwards towards his side, her rounded hip pressed against his buttock as nylon clad leg hooked around his near leg from behind. Her outer thigh bulged with strength as it swept his leg forwards while she bent forwards. In the blink of an eye, he was riding backwards over his mother’s hip as she threw him. WHAM! His back slammed into the mat at her feet. I was impressed by how she controlled his fall, turning so that his body described a high arc causing my groin to tighten.
“As Matron you have to deal with yobs trying to steal drugs. But a single woman is more than capable of totally dominating several men at once with the training we give you” the scary looking old woman told the watching women. All four men stepped towards her and she turned to face them, looking stony calm. Simon came at her with a punch. “Hai!” his fist was a blur but she was incredibly fast nimbly twisting out of the way. As his fist shot past, she turned her back on her son, seized his forearm and pulled it over her shoulder giving it a twist then savagely pulling down. “Argh!” he cried as his mother bent his arm the wrong way. Shoving her nice small backside into his groin, she quickly leant forward. KERSLAM! The next instant his back was hitting the mat as she whipped him over her shoulder while retaining his arm. Wow! The old woman was good and so fast. Her body was so slim and the way she moved so supple that it was easy to mistake it for that of a young woman. If only her scary face didn’t betray her age. Applying a wristlock she pulled his arm vertical then placed a foot on her son’s mouth and ground it with a stern look of superiority. That act of domination by a mother over her son had reawakened my ardour.
Paul like what she was doing to his brother and rushed at her rather than waiting his turn. He was almost upon her when, to my excitement, the old woman fell back lifting her son up in the air on the end of a gorgeous nylon clad leg which was painfully positioned in his groin. Ooh I winced at the thought as her hefty son flew head over heels over his mother’s lithe body. So rapid was her throw that he landed on his back several feet away. Wow! What an amazing Tomoe Nage! The stiffness was spreading to my dick. Just as Mrs. Knight had done, the scary faced woman bent her legs, placed her feet on the floor then pressed herself back onto her shoulders before throwing herself forwards to her feet. My dick hardened fast at that awesome display of flexibility; wow I bet she was great in bed.
No sooner was she on her feet than her husband was upon her trying to hook his leg around hers to set her up for a sweeping throw. But instead of his wife being slammed to the mat, she countered by hooking her own leg around his and raising it forward off the floor while leaning forward. KERSLAM! He went over backwards. This amazing old woman with the scary face and firm slim body was throwing her sons and husband around like confetti. “Ouch!” Bert squealed as his wife went down on one knee close to his shoulder, tucked his forearm beneath her arm then applied an armlock stressing his elbow. “Arghh! No Jo No Argh!” he cried as she brutally punished his arm.
Steve rushed his mother, looking angry, his hands raised open palmed. She whirled to face him and I was excited to see her adopt a fight stance. Surely she didn’t know Karate as well? “Hai!” they both yelled in unison. He was fast but his scary mother was faster. Barely had he raised his leg when there was a blur of shear black nylon and the sole of her shoe smashed her son right in the mouth. BLAM! Wow what speed and what flexibility for her age. Her kimono shimmered as she folded back her foot with the knee still raised level with her small bust. The grimace on her son’s face showed that the kick had been real and had really hurt yet her face was stony hard. “Hai!” she shouted and the next second her shoe snapped right back into his mouth. Showing no concern for the damage she was inflicting upon her own son, the strict fierce looking old woman lowered her foot to the mat and adopted a wide legged fighting stance with her hands raised. Steve clutched his mouth and wiped away a trickle of blood with a look of pure malice.
But the attack came from another direction. Bert came in fast from the side and was almost upon his wife when she turned at the last second, grabbed his gi jacket and instantly dropped to the floor. Rolling on her back in a lighting fast double legged stomach throw, her husband was hurled high into the air and sent clean across the mat. “Hai!” Steve’s foot struck the mat hard barely missing his mother who had rapidly rolled aside. The stern frightening looking woman quickly flipped to her feet to face her son. “Hai!” Steve snapped a lightning fast kick at his mother but she was amazingly quick and his rising foot collided with her raised shin. Her knee had shot up as high as her chest so fast that it was just a blur. “Hai!” her raised leg snapped straight blasting the sole of her shoe into her son’s face. BLAM! Wow! Her sleekly defined calves wobbled on impact with his face. They were really going for it, hammer and tongs. “Hai!” “Hai!” their shouts came one after the other as both snapped high side kicks towards each other. BLAM! The long slender leg of the stony faced woman out reached her son and hammered the toe of her shoe against his cheek. The hem of her ultra short kimono had risen to show off a fantastic sexy bare backside as it had rotated to deliver the kick. Steve clutched the side of his face wincing in pain as his mother’s foot returned to the floor. Still she showed no emotion, like her face was set in concrete. She adopted wide legged fighting stance with her open hands ready for more action. God she was amazing, such dominant power, she had my pecker up.
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