Serves Me Right

True Mixed Boxing Story
 
At the age of 35, still single I decided to dabble on various on-line 
dating services. One in particular a fitness website I met a young lady
named Amanda. Most female bios are soapy and foamy, desperate divorced
women looking for a quickie. But Amanda's bio was very straight
forward, funny, sports minded and like me never married. According to
her bio she is a very strong girl, former level 10 gymnast who can
bench press her body weight and likes to wrestle and box men. I admit
the latter was a big turn on. I boxed some and sparred with men in the
past but never with a woman. The only photo she supplied was an up
close facial one and she was very pretty...short dark hair, big blue
eyes and high cheekbones. I had no inkling of her overall physique but
I found out later when it was too late.
 
We kept up our cyber chat for some months and finally I broached the
subject of meeting face to face. As if by divine providence a few days
earlier a business trip was proposed by my company to the city Amanda
lives in. She anticipated a meeting between us and agreed whole
heartedly. Amanda had just one caveat...she wanted to spar with me. I
was aroused by this since I figured it would be a light spar followed
by more intimate contact. Amanda stated she would utilize her full
arsenal of punches and hit hard. I responded with a promise not to
punch hard. Heck duking it out with a beautiful lady was such a big
turn on and I figured she was kidding about hard punching so I agreed
but Amanda had other plans.
 
In the month before the trip I worked out some but I did not do any
sparring a key ingredient preparing for a boxing match. She emailed me
a few days before the trip with a not so subtle warning."I am looking
forward to beating you next week excuse me meeting you". She had been
training hard, super strong and was going to beat my brains out. We
agreed to spar right in my hotel room and then go out to dinner. I
garnered an upper floor suite with plenty of leg room. After check-in I
showered put on my gym clothes plus I donned my safety gear. One
critical safety element I forgot was a groin protector that reached up
and protecting my abdomen. My gut is kind of soft and Amanda within the
hour exploited this weakness. When Amanda arrived at the hotel she
called my cell phone number I gave her my room number and she came
right up. When I opened the door...wow was she pretty, a beautiful
smile and blue magnetic eyes, we hugged and kissed. Amanda was carrying
a large gym bag and walked right into the bathroom to change clothes.
Amanda is 6 inches shorter and weighs 60 pounds less but I could tell
even fully clothed she was quite husky. When she came out my mouth was
agape. Amanda wore pink shorts and a dark blue leotard tank top. She
looked SUPER HOT. What a physique, not bulky but lean hard muscle with
superior peaked biceps. It then dawned on me and I got scared if she
was serious about this I may be in for a Cannae type of beating.
 
After all of this story buildup all I can say the match was a quick and
painful one for me both mentally and physically. I didn't survive the
third round, talk about a bruised ego. She beat me to a literal pulp.
Her muscle, her speed, her punching prowess were too much. Mercifully
head shots were few. Amanda is very savvy she quickly perceived my soft
under belly was a prime target and my abdomen became the focus of her
ferocious punching. In the third and final round she connected with a
left hook to the side of my head which stunned me followed by a quick
one two punch to my gut and I dropped. When I was lying on the floor
beside the bed Amanda came up to me and said "you did not take this
match seriously", she bent down, flexed and said "with biceps like
these serves you right".
 
Beaten up Bob
 
PS I did receive a consolation price...Amanda kissed me and ordered
room service.