Boxing Lesson
by Mature Muscle Lover
Never mess with accounts.


Delyth started working in our accounts department last winter. She was a 43
year old divorcee with blonde hair cut in to a bob and piercing blue eyes.
Facially she was not unattractive but not a stunner by any means.

However, she was very sporty and kept fit; not that you would have noticed.
She joined our company in late October and so I had only ever seen her in
trouser suits or long skirts although it was possible to see that she had a
nice bottom. It looked very firm and peachy and stuck out behind her slightly
and it wiggled pleasantly when she walked.

I had always found her pleasant and got on with her quite well. I was
therefore delighted one day in May to see her in more revealing clothes. It
was the first really hot day that we had had that year and I had to go to the
accounts office with some documents. Delyth worked there on her own and was
sitting at her desk.

I immediately noticed that she was wearing a white cotton sleeveless blouse
which was quite low cut at the front. Her small firm breasts were displayed
sexily but not crudely, but my attention was drawn to her arms. There were
lean and hard with clearly defined and cut biceps.

I gave her the documents and she got up from her chair to file them. As she
passed me I noticed her legs. They were displayed by the tight black mini
skirt she was wearing. Her legs were of the same ilk as her arms; hard with
cut and defined muscles. Her calves were a good diamond shape and her thighs
bulged under her skirt. She wore black court shoes with what must have been 5
inch heels and these caused her excellent leg muscles to bulge even more.

She stood with her back to me to put the documents in the filing cupboard and
I was treated to an eyeful of her sexy bottom, which was straining against her
tight skirt. She thanked me for bringing the documents and sat back down at
her desk. I wanted to ask her about her muscles but I didn't have the guts so
I left.

Having always had a passion for women with muscles, I regularly volunteered to
take documents to accounts over the next few weeks. Delyth wore the same
attire each day so I regularly got an eyeful as she filed the various
documents in the cupboard. After a few weeks I summoned up the courage to talk
to her about her muscles. She had just sat down after filing away the
documents I had given her when I blurted out;

"Do you workout?".

There was an awkward silence for what seemed like a year and then she replied
that she did. I muttered that I had thought so and shuffled out.

Despite my embarrassment I made an excuse to go to the accounts office a
couple of days later. I wanted to act a little cooler this time and not appear
such an idiot but thankfully Delyth put me at ease as soon as I got there.

She had the on the same attire as usual and as I walked through the door she
gave me a cheeky smile which made me feel less awkward. I gave her the
documents and got the usual eyeful as she filed them and as she sat down she
asked me if I worked out. I replied that I didn't but complimented her on the
results of her hard work.

"Thanks", she said pleasantly, "most men seem to find muscles on women off-
putting." I assured her that I did not and after a few pleasantries I left
feeling much better.

Over the next couple of months I got chatting to Delyth regularly. I would
take documents to her almost every day and found her very chatty and friendly.
She told me that she had divorced five years ago and had started pumping iron
then. She said that she liked the changes it had made to her body and I told
her that she looked superb, which she seemed to like.

I wanted to ask her out but couldn't find the guts to make the final push.
However, everything changed one Friday at the beginning of August.

I went to Delyth's office as usual with documents for filing and, as had
become usual over the last couple of months, the conversation turned
flirtatious with me complimenting her on how she looked and her playing up to
it.

As she got up to put the documents in the filing cupboard I asked her if she'd
worked out last night. She replied that she had and the turned to face me,
flexed her right bicep and with a really wicked smile said, "Not bad for 43
eh?"

My cock almost burst out of my pants but she casually turned around to do her
filing. I asked her if she was up to anything on the weekend and she replied
that she would be doing a bit of shopping and visiting the gym. I was on the
point of asking her out when she dropped some papers on the floor. She bent
over in front of me in her tight miniskirt to pick them up and I almost gasped
as her hard bottom threatened to burst out of her skirt and the backs of her
chunky thighs were displayed beautifully. It was then that I made the biggest
mistake of my life. Whilst she was bent over I playfully slapped her bottom.

She straightened and turned around but her face was far from smiling or
friendly. Her eyes flashed angrily and her voice was cold and threatening.

"How dare you touch me!"

At first I thought she might have been joking but quickly realised that she
wasn't. I began to stutter that I was only joking but she cut in;

"That's no excuse! I put up with you looking and staring but how dare you
think you are worthy of touching my body!"

I was really worried that she'd report me or something so I told her I'd do
anything to appease her. She smirked and wrote something on a post-it note.
She handed it to me. It was an address.

"Be at this address tomorrow at 12PM sharp. Don't even think about not
showing. Now get out!".

As I left I began to stutter that I was sorry if I'd offended her. She just
fixed me with a nasty smile and said, "Oh you'll be sorry alright. I'll make
you regret touching me you little perv!"

Still shaking I went back to my desk.

The address she had written down wasn't that far from where I lived so it was
no problem to get there for midday. Something in Delyth's voice told me that I
should not even think about not showing, so dutifully I arrived on the dot.

The address turned out to be a rather shabby looking door on a shabby looking
street. I tried it and it opened. In front of me was a steep stair. This was
the only way in so I climbed it. At the top there was a doorway on the right,
which again was the only way I could proceed. So I opened it.

The room opened out into a large gymnasium in the centre of which was a boxing
ring. Sitting, cross-legged in the middle of the ring reading a magazine was
Delyth. She fixed me with the same unpleasant smile as she had done in her
office the day before and positively purred,

"Oh good, you decided to show. Very brave, but very foolish."

She came down to meet me. She was wearing a black tracksuit top and matching
trousers. I began to ask her what this was all about when she pointed to a
bench against the wall. On it she had laid out a vest top, shorts a head guard
and boxing gloves.

"You can get changed here. I'll be back in a moment."

"Delyth, what on earth is going on?"

"A boxing match, little man" she said in an incredibly patronising tone. "I'm
going to beat you senseless for your disgraceful behaviour yesterday."

I almost laughed, "You're not serious"

"Totally". I decided to play along. She went off to get changed and I changed
in the gym. I put on the vest, shorts, head guard and, with difficulty, the
gloves. She had also put out a gum shield. I had this in my glove when I
noticed Delyth.

How long she had been standing there I don't know, but she was changed and
ready. Her hair was tied back in a pony tail and she had on her gloves. She
was wearing a black halter bra top which exposed an excellent six pack
stomach. She also had on a pair of trainers and sweat socks and a pair of
black sports pants, which were very high cut at the sides.

As I looked at her my loins began to stir. Her superb thighs were accentuated
by the cut of the sports pants as was her small waist. She had a sly grin on
her face, obviously enjoying the effect she was having on me.

"Come on then; let's get this slaughter over with" she said arrogantly.

She walked past me towards the ring and I began to follow but almost stopped
dead in my tracks. As she walked ahead of me I could see that her sports pants
were in fact a thong, which disappeared between the firm cheeks of her lovely
bottom.

I followed in amazement, watching her bottom, which looked like a shiny, hard
peach, wiggling and shimmying tantalizingly as she walked. As we got to the
ring she climbed up and squatted to climb between the ropes almost forcing her
sexy rear back into my face.

After I had climbed in she turned her back to me and touched her toes three
times. She looked at me over her shoulder, smirking.

"Having a good look, little man. As it was my sexy bottom that got you into
this mess in the first place I thought you'd like it on display!".

"Why aren't you wearing a head guard?" I asked.

"Oh I won't need one darling. You won't lay a glove on me!" came the cocky
reply. I wasn't having that so I took mine off. She smirked and said "Oh
goody, now I can really mess you up!"

Then she fiddled with some contraption at the side of the ring (deliberately
bending over to do so).

"I've set an automatic timer" she said. " It will signal the beginning and end
of each three minute round allowing a minute in between each round. We will
fight ten rounds."

In opposite corners of the ring was a bench that you could push out of the
ring. We sat down opposite each other and after about ten seconds a buzzer
sounded and the fight began. I decided that I'd try and get it finished as
soon as possible. I didn't want to hurt her but I did want to show her who was
boss. I strode purposefully to the centre of the ring and threw a light punch
straight at her face ... ..and completely missed! Delyth had danced out of the
way and was smirking at me.

I strode towards her again and did the same ... ... .with the same result!

"Ha ha, told you you wouldn't lay a glove on me" taunted Delyth.

Now I was beginning to get annoyed. I spent the whole of the first round
chasing her around the ring, swinging at her and missing completely. She was
so quick and agile. The moment I seemed to get her in my sights she would
dance out of reach. Interestingly though she was making no attempt to throw
punches herself, which at least gave me a bit of confidence.

The buzzer sounded the end of round one and we walked back to our respective
corners. I couldn't help ogling Delyth's lovely backside as she walked away.
She was obviously aware of this because she looked over her shoulder at me
with a smug smirk and wiggled it at me.

The buzzer sounded to start round two. As we approached each other Delyth
said, "Think you can actually hit me this round, little man?". I swung at her
wildly but again she was out of reach before my punch got anywhere near her.

The second round followed exactly the same pattern as the first. I chased and
swung punches and got absolutely nowhere near her. Delyth began taunting me.
She would stand still and offer me a punch and then dart out of the way when I
threw it, laughing at my efforts.

By the time the buzzer went to end the round I was fuming and also getting
tired. Delyth sat in her corner, smirking and giggling at me. I was determined
to get her with one good punch and show her. The buzzer sounded to begin round
three.

The same pattern followed; I just couldn't get near her! She was revelling in
it, taunting me and laughing at me. I was really getting angry and if I could
have caught her I would have really done her some damage. However, the contest
was about to take a sharp turn for the worse for me. I had been chasing Delyth
for two and a half rounds and was getting tired. This was obviously her plan.

It was almost exactly midway through the third round. I swung yet again and
missed hopelessly, but instead of dancing away, Delyth threw her first punch.
I didn't even see it coming. It hit me full on the nose with terrific speed
and power.

Blood splattered from my broken nose as I momentarily staggered backwards
before falling back on to the canvas in a sitting position. Delyth stood over
me, smirking before retreating to a neutral corner. I got up gingerly and
quick as a flash, Delyth was all over me, forcing me back into a corner. She
was hitting me with such speed and power that I had no answer. She continued
the onslaught until the buzzer mercifully sounded to end the round.

I staggered back to my corner. Delyth was sitting in her corner, smirking. The
pain in my nose was excrutiating and my right eye was throbbing.

I had barely sat down when the buzzer sounded the start of round four. The
pattern of the fight had now changed. Delyth was using me as a punch bag. I
had no answer to her speed and power and had no energy left to throw any
counter punches. If I covered my face she worked on my body; when I protected
my body she worked on my face.

Each round seemed like an hour. By the end of round six, I was virtually
sightless as both my eyes had closed due the punishment they had absorbed, but
Delyth was completely merciless. Indeed, if I had been able to see properly,
I'd have noticed the cruel, satisfied smile on her face as she ruthlessly
pummelled me.

By the beginning of round ten I could barely stand. I managed to stagger out
but I was a mess. I couldn't see and could barely breathe. Delyth faced me in
the centre of the ring. She said that she would let me have a free punch. I
instinctively threw out a jab but it was so slow and powerless it wasn't true.
She moved aside easily and I staggered forwards, almost losing my balance.

"Missed me! Hee, hee."

She began my punishment again, forcing me in to a corner and working me over.
I was praying for the final buzzer to end this nightmare when Delyth pushed me
back against the corner and forced my head up, exposing my face. Then she
threw her hardest punch of the fight, catching me full in the face. My next
memory was waking up in the hospital.

Apparently I had been found by a passer-by on the street outside. I had been
lying face down on the pavement in my vest and shorts, but my gloves had been
removed. Everyone had assumed that I had been brutally mugged whilst I was out
jogging and naturally I did nothing to discourage the idea.

I had suffered horrendous injuries. I had a broken nose, broken ribs,
fractured cheek bones and eye sockets, a collapsed lung and a ruptured spleen.
On top of this, my sight in my right eye was permanently affected and I had
permanently lost both my sense of taste and my sense of smell.

I spent 8 weeks in hospital and would be off work for another 6 weeks after my
discharge. During this time I received a card from work which I noticed that
Delyth had signed, no doubt so as to not arouse suspicion.

After 14 weeks I was eventually ready to go back to work. It was mid December
by this time, during which work had been great about the whole thing. However,
on the Saturday morning before I was due to go back to work, I received a
package. It was a brown envelope addressed to myself with a typed label.
Inside was a plain CD in a plastic cover. On the cover was a yellow post-it
note which had "DVD - Play me" written on it in black pen.

I was suspicious but intrigued so I put it in the DVD player and sat down. As
the picture came on my blood ran cold. Sitting there on an armchair looking at
the camera was Delyth. She was wearing a black bra and panties and a pair of
black platform heeled sandals with spiky stiletto heels; she also had a nasty
smirk on her face.

"Hello darling. I hope you've recovered from the terrible beating that I gave
you." The smirk hadn't left her face.

"As you missed so much of it first time round, what with me messing up your
eyes so badly, I thought you might like the opportunity to see it all again.
Don't go away; I'll see you again at the end".

With that the film cut to the beginning of the fight, from the moment we
entered the ring with me ogling Delyth's thong clad bottom. The bitch had
obviously set up a camera and filmed the whole thing, but even worse, she had
obscured her own face so she was anonymous and had added subtitles so that
every taunt that she threw at me was emblazoned on the screen.

I wanted to turn it off or forward it but to be honest, I was so terrified of
Delyth by now that I daren't in case somehow she found out and took it out on
me again. So I sat and watched the whole thing.

I cringed as I chased Delyth for two and a half rounds without success and
winced at every blow that landed on me from that point on, but I couldn't help
getting aroused by the site of Delyth's body and in particular her lovely
bottom as it wiggled around and twitched almost in cruel, sadistic enjoyment
of each blow.

What became obvious from watching the slaughter again was that from the end of
round five, I was completely defeated and ready to be finished off at any
moment. However, Delyth declined to do that and instead kept me up on my feet
so she could pummel me. In other words the evil bitch deliberately prolonged
my agony in order to increase my punishment.

When she finally landed the killer blow at the end of round ten, I fell face
down on the floor. She laughed in triumph, placed one foot on my neck and
cocked her arms in a classic victory pose.

The film the abruptly changed back to Delyth sitting there. She had an
incredibly cruel smile on her face.

"Mmm, I enjoy it more every time I watch it" she gloated. "Now, unless you do
everything I want, I'm going to make sure every woman in our company gets a
copy of this. Of course, no-one will recognise me and why on earth would you
want to admit it's me anyway!" She cackled in the knowledge that she had me
completely defeated.

She continued; "On Monday, come to my office by 9:15 sharp or I'll carry out
my threat."

She stood up and turned around, revealing the fact that her brief black
panties were, in fact, a thong. She bent forward over the chair, thrusting her
superb backside towards the camera.

"Have a good look at my sexy bottom little man. Remember that this is the
thing that helped me enslave you!".

With that the picture faded. My mouth was dry and I felt like crying; in fact
I did cry. I sat there and sobbed helplessly to myself.

Monday came far too soon. I got to work and despite the nice welcome I had
from my co-workers, I felt terror in the pit of my stomach at having to face
Delyth.

I got to her office at around 9:10. The blinds on her window and the glass on
her door were drawn. I knocked on the door with my trembling hand. The voice
from inside sent a shiver down my spine.

"Come in."

I entered, trembling from head to toe. She was sitting behind her desk. The
familiar smirk played on her lips.

"Welcome back" she said in a voice dripping with sarcasm. She got up and
locked the door.

"On your knees!" she commanded. I immediately obeyed. She stood over me,
turned around and hitched up her black mini skirt. "Worship my bottom! Go on;
kiss and lick it!"

Again I obeyed. After about 10 minutes of this she slapped my face away and
turned around.

"Now, you must understand that from now on you are my slave. I own you
completely. In a moment I will fit a restrainer on your cock. This is to
prevent you pleasuring yourself. You are never to cum or have any relief
again. Also, you will obey and submit to me completely. I will arrange it so
that all of your salary is paid into my own bank account. I will provide you
with an allowance to cover your pathetic expenses. Now take down your trousers
and pants!" I did so without question. I was completely broken to her will. I
couldn't have been more broken if I had been slowly tortured on the wheel.

She placed a rigid plastic tube over my semi-erect cock and secured it with a
padlock. She looked at me with a smug smile and placed the key on thin chain,
which she then fastened around her rock hard waist.

"You will be at my beck and call and must drop everything when I snap my
fingers. Do you understand?" I nodded, too scared even to speak.

"Good boy. This is going to be so much fun. I've always wanted a little lap
dog. Now get out. You'll know when I need you!".

That was almost a 18 months ago. Delyth has kept her word; I haven't been
allowed any relief since that day. She provides me with a generous allowance
so that I can keep my flat but I have no life of my own. My entire existence
centres around Delyth's needs and those of a sexy young newcomer.

Last summer Delyth took me on holiday to Tenerife. She booked a five star
villa (with my money) and took great delight in strutting around the pool in
her thong bikini and high heels. She had even more fun in it on the beach,
with all the young studs flocking around her.

However, Delyth had no interest in them and ended up taking up with a sexy
young hottie called Tixi. She was all collegen lips, sillicone boobs, fake
tan, bleached hair and thick make-up (and of course, thong bikinis). She ended
up staying with us in the villa for the last ten days of our two week holiday.
They made me sleep on the patio and treated me as a servant. Tixi also spent
Christmas with Delyth, so you can imagine that I had no time to myself.

It is now February and Tixi is moving in permanently with Delyth this weekend.
I'm not looking forward to it as she is incredibly sexy and even more cruel
than Delyth!

I will give more details of their meeting in Tenerife, Tixi's visit at
Christmas and life after she moves in with Delyth next time. For now, all I
can say is that I have learnt a very harsh lesson - never mess with accounts!