Please help me Jim. You are the only one I could think of who would understand. My name is John and to cut a long story short, I’ve never been confident with women. Perhaps I am just socially awkward or don’t meet the right sort of women. If I see one I like I don’t know how to approach her and strike up a conversation let alone ask her out. In my late 20’s the loneliness was getting me down.

One evening I went to a party for a workmate who had just got married. Gerry’s new bride was a gorgeous Filipino woman who I found incredibly delightful, enchanting and graceful. To be honest I felt jealous as she seemed the ideal partner that I would be very happy with. “What do you think?” Gerry was by my side indicating his bride. “She’s wonderful” I told him honestly, gazing wistfully at the sweet petite woman with a slim perfectly proportioned figure to match. Maybe it was the drink talking but I confided “I wish I could find a woman like that but I never seem to meet anyone” He gave my shoulder a friendly reassuring pat. “Of course you can” then leaned in close to speak so that only I could hear. “I found most Western women too outspoken and liberal for my liking” he admitted. “So I tried Internet dating women from other countries” he told me. “Can’t that be a bit dodgy?” I asked. “Sure. You have to be careful. For example, Russian women are stunningly beautiful but I was worried they were just after a British passport then once here would ditch me for a good looking guy. I also heard about some sites being run by gangsters and guys getting fleeced” he took a sip of his drink then continued “Then I discovered Filipino women. They are lovely, warm, friendly and loyal. That’s where I found my sweetie. She was gorgeous, funny, engaging and we got on like a house on fire. I could tell she was the real deal. After a few months of video dating I took the plunge and flew out to meet her in person then made all the arrangements and married her. I’d recommend it to a nice guy like you”

I went home thinking about what Gerry had said. It made sense, but I had reservations about dating someone over the Internet, especially one in another country. I also was unsure how I felt about marrying a woman shorter than most teens in this country. Was that some form of closet paedophilia? However Gerry’s wife was lovely and sweet natured, the kind of wife I would love to have, so decided to take the plunge and registered at the site. It wasn’t long before I met Alejandra who told me that her name meant ‘defending men’. I felt all cosy and warm inside as soon as I saw her, with an appealing sweet oval-shaped face that always seemed to be smiling, high cheekbones and long flowing straight black hair parted high in the middle. Her eyes were almond shaped but not really slanted, with double eyelids, unlike the Chinese or Japanese, and dark brown irises into which I could have melted whenever she looked at me. Her nose was small, slightly flat and dainty with a rounded tip which I thought added to her cuteness while her skin colour was a wonderful olive to brown hue. Slim, petite, attractive and relatively buxom, Alejandra had a sunny disposition that was fun and kind natured. Intelligent and well-educated, she spoke excellent English. I could tell she wasn’t faking it and even over a video link fell madly in love and she told me she felt the same.

We dated online for a while until I could fly out to meet her in person. It was like getting a bolt from the blue for she was so much more beautiful in the flesh that I was speechless until she broke the ice with a warm smile, a big hug and a kiss on the lips that gave me an instant hard-on. With a penchant for tiny cut-off denim shorts that showed off a beautiful pair of slim toned legs and sleeveless halters that revealed firm arms and a flat taut belly, she was a compact little Goddess and I was absolutely smitten. She had a warm, welcoming manner and was hugging and kissing me every few minutes. We didn’t have sex, for Filipino women are conservative about that before marriage but I was content to kiss and cuddle. Soon we were making arrangements to get married and return to England as man and wife.

Back home she was the perfect wife and despite being petite, was very hard-working which she claimed was because rural girls like her were very strong. “Men call us bully girls and are afraid of us” she chuckled sweetly. “I can’t believe that. You are too cute to be a bully girl” I laughed and gave her a big hug. Yet she did all the housework, shopping and gardening without complaint and was an excellent cook. In the bedroom she loved sex, being very passionate and always willing to experiment. I jokingly called her my Filipino mail order bride which she thought funny.

We had very few disagreements during which she became submissive, always backing down and deferring to me. On this particular occasion she wore a black sleeveless halter that showed off her belly and arms with tiny cut-off denim shorts and small white ankle length socks with bare legs. Her submissiveness annoyed me so I told her that we were equal partners in this marriage and she should sensibly discuss her view if she disagreed with me instead of acting like a little schoolgirl. That really upset her and she burst into tears and fled the room crying. I immediately felt bad but thought I would let her calm down for a while. When she didn’t come back I got worried and went to apologise and make up. I found her sitting in my downstairs study reading something on my computer. To my horror I realised that she had found your story site in my bookmarks. It was like the pit of my stomach had dropped away, there was stuff on there she wouldn’t understand. “You like this?” she said in a calm voice. “You shouldn’t be looking at a man’s bookmarks” I told her trying to remain calm “Why not? You said we share everything as man and wife” “Everyone needs a bit of privacy from time to time that’s er for ... get away from there!” I panicked as she opened another of your stories.

Instead of getting upset she calmly got up and faced me, squaring off her 4’11 to my 5’9. “Alejandra I’m sorry I shouldn’t have snapped at you like that. Please forgive me” I asked. “Those stories, they are about bully girls?” she said quietly with curiosity. “Er, yes” I replied, proud that she was trying to work this out for herself instead of screaming and calling me a pervert. “Bully girls that men find sexy?” she asked softly. “Well, yes I guess” I replied. She thought about that for a while then smiled as if coming to a conclusion and said “OK I am your wife and if you like bully girls, I will be your bully girl”. She was so sweet trying to please me with what she thought made me happy. “Come here darling” I took her in my arms and gave her a gentle kiss while she gazed up lovingly as she cuddled close. “Darling, you are perfect as it is. I love you just the way you are” I told her.

Unexpectedly she pushed herself away while grabbing my hands. With a look of sheer determination, she tried to push my hands back with her taut toned arms as though testing my strength. An average height slightly overweight man against a slim petite submissive woman. This was typical of her, game for anything if she thought it made me happy. She leant in towards me trying her best to push back my hands. It was such an adorable thing to do that I couldn’t help laughing at the concentration in her sweet face. “Oh darling” I chuckled “You don’t have to do this. I love you like crazy” “You bastard!” that was the first time I’d ever heard her swear and the wide smile showed that she was enjoying this playful physical interaction. “You’re laughing at me. You think it funny” she accused. With that she really put her back into it, pushing against me in a wild determined frenzy that I found difficult to control. She began giggling as she noticed my failure to contain her. “You don’t think I’m good enough to be your personal bully girl” she said in an expression of mock hurt.

“OK that’s enough” I laughed amused by her efforts “I don’t want to hurt you” “I’m tough as old boots” she replied. “You are just scared” she added with a wicked smile “scared of your own little wife”. She was really pushing hard against me, laughing like it was a game, while I was straining with the effort of resisting her. No, this was ridiculous! She was no bigger than a young teenager yet my hands were moving back and I couldn’t stop her! “What’s wrong honey? Have you run out of strength already?” she teased with a look of joy “you are really struggling, aren’t you?”. “OK, that’s enough” I gasped “I’m bigger and stronger than you. You can’t win. I might hurt you”. Actually I was getting worried. I was tiring and didn’t know how much longer I could hold her off. “The only thing that is going to get hurt is your pride” she laughed.

With a hard shove against my hands, she let go then stepped her right leg back. I glanced at the leg, which despite its length was lovely and proportionately slim, then was shocked as a fast travelling blur swung up between my legs and connected hard. “Arghh!” intense pain erupted in my balls and I creased over cupping my groin which throbbed horribly. “Orrr Jeez!” I cried in anguish. Alejandra rushed forwards in concern. “Are you alright? Are you hurt bad? I’m sorry” She looked on the verge of tears. In retrospect what I said next was the worst thing I could have but didn’t want to upset her. “No, no I’ll be fine” I lied, hunched over my aching balls. “How could a sweet little thing like you possibly hurt a big strong man like me” it was meant to sound sarcastic but the throbbing pain made it hard to smile convincingly.

She took it the wrong way, her eyes hardening while adopting a petulant but adorable pout. “So you think I can’t be a bully girl?” “No, darling I ... ow!” she grabbed my hair and yanked my head down. Throwing a slender arm around the back of my neck her forearm folded across my throat then joined up with her other arm to form a noose. Pulling it surprisingly tight around my neck, I was stunned to find myself in a headlock and a very tight one at that! If that wasn’t enough she gave my neck a hard yank pulling the side of my face against her right hip, which given our height difference meant I had to bend very low, looking down at the front of her lovely legs from over the top of her hip. “You still like bully girls?” she teased with a soft chuckle. My hands went to her arms but I was shocked to find they felt like soft-covered steel bars. I couldn’t budge them! they were firm and unyielding. “That’s enough. Stop mucking around” I told her with a light laugh. “Make me” she replied and gave my neck a squeeze. Yanking myself backwards to try and break out of her hold, I was dismayed to find myself stuck fast. “Oh you’re so funny” she mocked. I was getting frustrated, she was only a little woman for Pete’s sake. What was wrong with me?

“Stop it” she giggled “keep still” “Arghh!” I yelled as a sudden backwards travelling foot slammed into my nuts. The back of her heel felt like a hammer against my already sensitive balls and continued upwards to mash them against the apex of my legs. “Arghh!” I yelped. “Oh stop pretending I hurt you to make me feel good” she laughed. With my balls aching badly, Alejandra twisted from side to side, wrenching my neck and laughing at me. “Let go before I get angry” I snapped. “Oooh I’m so scared” she mocked. To my surprise a bare leg hooked around the back of mine then tripped me up. I fell to the floor, stunned that the little cutie had thrown me! “This is fun!” she exclaimed sitting before me with her back pressed into my left chest with arms still around my neck. I struggled but she spread her legs wide to form a stable base which I found hard to move while nearly strangling myself in her arms. I was also finding it hard to breathe. Her peels of laughter, showing she was really enjoying this, was embarrassing. “Your face is so red” she laughed.

I twist and turn, managing to drag her around yet she clung onto my neck like a terrier while screeching with laughter. “Keep still” she laughs as I manage to throw myself onto my back pulling her on top yet still her arms remain locked. “Urkk!” she is choking me while giggling, clearly enjoying this. I was not and kept tugging at her arms, amazed that there was absolutely no slack. Jeez she just won’t stop! “This is great. We’re going to do this more often” she laughs. “Urk!” she twists one way and another, yanking my neck violently in hard jerks that make me cough as her arms cut into my neck as taut as cheese-wire. The feel of Alejandra’s body against me as we wrestled was exciting and despite my predicament, I felt a stirring in my groin. Folding my legs to place my feet on the floor, I buck my body until I throw her off. Instantly she span to face me with a mischievous grin. “No, pack it in!” I laughed as the energetic ball of fun pounced and drove a knee into my side. “Ow!” then it came down upon the inside of my right elbow, pinning it. My forearm and hand tingled with numbness. In that moment an arm flashed out towards my right leg, hooked an elbow under the knee, scooped it up then pulled it back until it was over my chest. “No!” I cried as my head was pulled off the carpet and her other arm wrapped around the back. “Stop!” I cry as my knee and face were pulled towards each other. “OK OK I give” I slapped the floor with my free hand. “No tapping out, tapping out is for wimps” she chuckled, ignoring my cries of protest. Continuing to pull her arms together, she clasped hands and interlocked her fingers. With mocking laughter in my ears, I was astounded to find my wife knew such a hold! Spreading her legs for balance, I was helpless and my chest constricted making it hard to breathe. Alejandra broke into gales of uncontrollable laughter. “Your calve is sticking up like a flagpole!” she giggled. “Ple ... ase!” I groaned as my knee pressed against my cheek. “You’re like a baby in a cradle” she laughed then began to rock the tightly locked package that was my head and knee singing “Rock a bye baby” between fits of giggles.

It was agony until she finished the song and I was freed. “I win. I’m the best” she crowed, getting to her feet while I groaned with the agony in my back. The sole of a sock clad foot came down on my face and rubbed against it until I forcibly removed it. She so looked magnificent standing over me, I was quite turned on and couldn’t be mad with her. “I love being your bully girl. Let me try again” she told me with a look of enthusiasm. She was enjoying herself too much. “That’s quite enough bullying for one day” I said with a light laugh, raising my palms in submission. I went to get up but a lovely short pair of legs appeared in front and her foot was back in my face. “We fight. I need to practice” with that she pushed my face over my shoulders and I tumbled onto my back.

“I said no!” I shouted, sitting up. “I kicked your arse real good!” “Only because you kicked my balls!” I replied. Before I could object she grabbed my ankles and lifted them into the air causing me to fall onto my back. With my legs spread wide, I watched in horror as a foot fell between my legs onto my groin. “Owwww!” I howled in pain. Maybe she thought I was acting because she stomped my nuts again and again then pressed down hard laughing at my anguished cries. “Who wears the trousers in this marriage?” she demanded. “Ow ow!” I yelped as her foot thumped down twice in succession. “You do, you do!” I squealed. She gave a gleeful giggle at that. “Which big cry-baby is going to wear the skirts?” “Please ow!” her foot stomped twice more on my balls “Me Me!” I sobbed. With a mocking giggle she flung down my legs like discarding trash.