Alan's retiral from Boxing:

Alan’s Retiral From Boxing - The moral of the story is to never underestimate a woman. NSFW


I’m pretty sure that no male likes being beaten by a female at any sport, and I could see Alan becoming quite frustrated as my jabs and right crosses continually found their mark. Paired with him only because my regular female partner had failed to show that evening, I found his technique to be sloppy and his reflexes quite slow. He was so easy to hit and left jab after left jab hit the target and when he did raise his gloves to block the jabs, my right to his midsection showed me his lack of abdominal muscle. Most satisfying, however, was my right cross to his left cheek. This definitely hurt him though he tried manfully to hide it. In truth, I was holding back on power, as it was only sparring. Nevertheless, I was thoroughly enjoying myself and totally dominating the session.

The whistles, jibes and catcalls from his male pals watching the action did not affect me until the inane shout of, “Show us your tits” reached my ears. Angered by this, I unleashed my right cross with added venom and saw Alan’s head whip to the right as he fell down on his right knee. Regretting my loss of temper, I also lost my focus and dropped my guard. Alan rose and threw a powerful hit to me stomach and being unprepared, it was my turn to double up. Alan then hit me with a vicious punch to the face, and I literally saw stars and hit the floor. The coach, concerned I might be concussed, drew an end to the session, and checked I was, in fact, OK. What I found most galling, as I sat there recovering, was to overhear Alan explain to his mates how he had been just biding his time, content to take my “powderpuff” punches, and then take me out whenever he wanted.

“Hope there are no hard feelings,” Alan smiled as I was leaving, “I thought you did quite well actually.”

I managed to hide my resentment at his condescending tone and even managed to smile as if delighted by his “generous” compliment.

“Thanks,” I replied, “I just wish I had the power you do.”

Clearly flattered and encouraged by my smile, he asked if I would like a coffee some time.

“I would love that,” I replied through gritted teeth, “and maybe you could give me a few tips to help me improve my technique.”

The fact that I had outclassed him seemed to have eluded him altogether, I could not believe his arrogance. I suggested he come over to my flat for a coffee and we agreed on Friday night. I suggested that he could bring his gloves so that we could have some friendly sparring and he could show me where I was going wrong. I couldn’t tell what he made of that suggestion, but he obviously thought that I fancied him and readily agreed, probably thinking there might be more in it for him than a coffee.

Julia, my normal sparring partner, phoned me the next day to apologise for her failing to show. She explained she had a puncture on the way but the main reason she was phoning was to warn me about Alan. She had heard about what had happened and apparently Alan had been boasting to his mates about how he “stuck it to me” in the sparring session and would “stick it into me” on our date on Friday night.

“Don’t worry about it,” I assured her, “likely just locker room talk.”

As arranged, Alan showed up at 7.00 p.m. prompt on Friday evening to find all the furniture in my living room pushed back against the wall creating space for our sparring session. Slightly taken aback at this, he was placed further on the back foot when I suggested we spar first and enjoy our “reward” afterwards. He became far more enthusiastic, however, when I suggested we spar in our underwear, just to make movement easier and protect our clothes, I explained. I could almost hear the lecherous thoughts in his mind, something else I could take advantage of.

With my back to Alan, I stripped to my bra and panties and turned to see Alan already in his underpants. I could not help but notice the clear outline of his semi-erect penis in his tight underwear. At first glance, he looked reasonably fit and certainly strong. I knew from our earlier sparring, however, that his stomach muscles were weak and that I had the punch power to hurt him. I was also certain that I was fitter than Alan and would outlast him if the fight lasted any length of time. My greatest advantage, though, was that I was up for a fight whereas he expected a friendly sparring session. My other advantage was that he couldn’t seem to take his eyes away from my cleavage.

As I approached Alan, he set his guard and easily blocked two left jabs. His eyes then slipped back down to my cleavage and my right cross caught him square on the side of his face. It was a solid effort and I could see that it both hurt and angered him. He managed to block my left jab but as he prepared to defend a right cross again, I switched and launched a punch to his stomach. As he doubled up a little, his guard dropped and a left and right to his face left him bewildered and dazed. I was really enjoying myself now and rained punch after punch at his head. He managed to block most of these, but my relentless attacks were clearly taking a toll. Suddenly, I again switched to his stomach and two rights completely knocked the wind out of him and he fell to his knees. It is hard to describe my feelings of dominance and power at that point but euphoric perhaps comes close.

“Get up,” I shouted at him, “you surely can’t get beat so easily by a girl.”

As he struggled to rise, I was surprised to see that his penis was now very erect. I am not sure how much he was aware of this, but it may have explained why he took too long to get his guard set. I was not about to wait and another flurry of punches knocked him back against the wall. Adrenalin was coursing through my veins now and a straight jab banged his head against the wall, a stomach punch doubled him up again and then I landed a super uppercut and once more he fell to his knees before falling forward flat on his face. I could hardly believe it, I had knocked him out. I had expected to win but not so easily, he had not even managed to throw a single punch.

I took off my gloves, throwing them over to where my clothes lay. The most wicked thought then came into my head – why not get some evidence of my triumph. I retrieved my phone and then rolled Alan over on to his back. He was beginning to come round but on seeing he still sported a huge erection, an even more wicked thought came to me. I removed his underpants and began taking photos. His eyes were now open, and he was regaining focus, certainly sufficient enough to see what was going on, but he had not yet fully came to his senses.

“What the fuck are you doing?” he shouted, “Give me that phone.”

He managed to struggle up on his knees and then shakily managed to stand. Although still groggy, he was extremely angry and looked very aggressive. I couldn’t afford to let him recover and on seeing his open stance, I launched a kick right into his groin. It was a beauty which caught him full square in his balls. He covered his genitals with his hands, his knees came together but it was the look on his face that I found so comical. Once more, he fell to his knees, head down probably to check his genitals were still there.

“I hope I haven’t damaged that thing you were going to stick into me,” I said with as much sarcasm as I could muster.

He would have done well to stay quiet at that point but instead looked up at me, with fury in his eyes, and called me a “fucking cunt”. I drew my knee back and rammed it into his face sending him sprawling over on to his back. His testicles once again came into my sights and so I kicked him there as hard as I could before kneeling between his legs. No longer able to close his legs, he realised his vulnerability and started begging for mercy.

“No, no,” he shouted, “I can’t take any more.”

But I was so angry, there was no way I was going to relent and I began kneeing him continuously in the balls. He had absolutely no defence and could only writhe in pain in the face of my brutal assault. Incredibly, his penis which had become flaccid now became erect again. With one knee still between his legs, I had easy access to grab his balls in my right hand and squeeze. He was sobbing and pleading with me to stop but I continued to squeeze, release and then squeeze again. The power I had over him was exhilarating. His penis then began throbbing and shaking and with one last squeeze, he finally ejaculated. It felt so good, I felt so powerful, and I enjoyed a wonderful orgasm myself.

“Don’t you dare move,” I commanded, as I leant over to my right to pick up my phone.

I stood over him, keeping one foot between his legs and took a few photos before recording his sobbing and moans of pain. I recorded the placing of my foot firmly on his testicles and his reaction to my dominance. I recorded his admission that he had been beaten by a superior female, an admission I had demanded. It was pathetic yet exhilarating to see him sobbing, begging and lying so submissively at my feet. I moved to stand above his face and when I placed my foot on his face, he kissed it in total submission. I was on cloud nine.

Finally, I decided to call an end to his torment, and ordered him to dress himself. To his great embarrassment, I showed him a selection of the photos I had taken and assured him, that as long as he behaved appropriately, I would not show them to his mates. He seemed genuinely relieved at this and asked meekly if he would be allowed to leave now. I granted his request but just as he reached the door, I ordered him to say, “Thank you”. And, of course, he did.

Unfortunately, that was the last time I ever saw Alan, as he never reappeared at the Boxing Club. Still, there were plenty other arrogant males there.